Hubristic Gestures
Politics of division,
With donkey tails and elephant ears...
Are disappearing with any endearing significance.
Yesterday, perhaps.
When a loud snoring indicated a napping continued.
An ideology atop a throne of preached doom and fear...
Fades an aging philosophy.
Mesmerized window dressings,
No longer capture imaginations.
A threshold of change emerges.
Not to be confused with abusive slander.
Once used as a dependable anchor tossed to captivate.
White and black issues attacking the facts...
Attracting conflicts with more attacks on top of that,
Have produced more yawns than substance to adorn.
These movements only do one thing...
Heighten an awareness of massive ignorance!
And surrogates employed to mask,
Only annoy the tasks at hand!
Provoking the birth of a new horizon...
Ensures the invoking of it!
Points of view attributed to ancestors and myths,
Have fulfilled their purpose.
A 'rebranding' of what ends,
To redefine with crumbling rhetoric...
Comes to replace hubristic gestures,
Once thought to be treasured as irreplaceable!
And shattered are those in the shadows,
Of this stagnation being suspended...
Whether or not the affects of it are comprehended.
It does not await for the initiation of debate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Substance Fades
It is done quite simply!
To reduce an influence,
And significance...
Advocate the importance,
Of ignorance.
And market this as the latest fad.
With a witnessing of this,
As a rage no one can resist!
That's how influence,
And a significance that benefits...
Begins to slowly diminish in effectiveness.
With a substance that ends as an aging of it,
Fading away...
To become replaced by mediocrity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Uprising Of Conflicts
How profound,
Statements made in the past...
Have come back to trespass,
To capture imaginations...
With undivided attention given to them.
'Chickens have come home to roost.'
Boasted one from a pulpit,
To cause an uproar to despise him.
'The practice of cowardice when facing racial tensions.'
One had mentioned to declare a people,
And their daily affairs to describe denials everywhere.
But it is all out there!
As if prophets had prescribe them.
Leaving bliss and ignorance no longer a satisfying mix.
In a world where lives are being afflicted,
By the uprising of conflicts based upon race,
AND religious sentiments.
How profound,
Statements made in the past...
Have come back to trespass,
To capture imaginations...
With undivided attention given to them.
And yet there are still those carrying their pretentions,
That none of this exists.
But it is all out there!
As if prophets had prescribe them.
Leaving bliss and ignorance no longer a satisfying mix.
In a world where lives are being afflicted,
By the uprising of conflicts based upon race,
AND religious sentiments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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E.n.l.i.g.h.t.e.n.m.e.n.t.
E nter naked at birth
N othing withheld
L ight illumes path
I nspiration suckles purpose
G ratitude praises God
H umbleness tames ego
T ruth enables justice
E ndeavors’ effect change
N obility ensures dignity
M otion averts stagnation
E volution grows soul
N aked at death
T ransmigration to light
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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What on Earth Is That 'Old' Man Thinking?
I can no longer camouflage my aches and pains.
Or hide them behind grimaces...
Through smiles to mask.
There are some tasks,
Aging limbs can not publicly pretend to do.
Like walking with a swagger,
Past a sweet young 'thing'.
Who says within listening distance...
'What on Earth is that 'old' man thinking? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Confused
I see a horse
When I see a horse
Try to compose it
or, paint it.
All the time I see
a smiling donkey
on a white sheet.
I am confused
why it happens
Of all the lives
why it is donkey.
I am confused
why it happens
I am confused
I am confused.
poem by Devil Poet
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We Must Be Liberal
I remember when I called you a honky.
And you called me a black ugly monkey.
Now both of us ride on a donkey.
'Haw hee haw.'
The brainiacs are on the attack.
Trying to cover their dirty tracks.
Those conservative try to debate...
How an elephant's gait can keep up the pace.
'Haw hee haw.'
I remember when I called you a honky.
And you called me a black ugly monkey.
Now both of us ride on a donkey.
'Haw hee haw.'
I remember when I called you a honky.
And you called me a black ugly monkey.
Now both of us ride on a donkey.
'Haw hee haw.'
Are we liberal?
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa!
I don't know that.
But an elephant's trying to crush my back! '
Are we liberal?
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa!
I don't know that.
But an elephant's trying to crush my back! '
The brainiacs are on the attack.
Trying to cover their dirty tracks.
Those conservative try to debate...
How an elephant's gait can keep up the pace.
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa!
Are we liberal?
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa!
I don't know that.
But an elephant's trying to crush my back! '
Are we liberal?
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa! '
Are we liberal?
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa! '
Are we liberal?
'Haw hee haw haw...whoa! '
I don't know that.
But an elephant's trying to crush my back! '
I don't know that.
But an elephant's trying to crush my back! '
I don't know that.
But an elephant's trying to crush my back! '
I remember when I called you a honky.
And you called me a black ugly monkey.
Now both of us ride on a donkey.
'Haw hee haw.
We must be liberal.'
'Haw hee haw.
We must be liberal.'
'Haw hee haw.
We must be liberal.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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4.05 Fear
Fear creates aggressiveness unheedingly,
Fear the most destructive element be,
Fear not natural state of civilized man be,
Yet Fear an emotion crucial for survival be. [1]
Fear on the foundation of worry be,
Fear reinforced by choosing safety,
Fear in the whelm of inadequacy be,
Fear produces one's own ferocity. [2]
Fear's birth in corridors of darkness be,
Silence terrifies people the most clearly,
Fear in the unknown and of future be,
Growing in the shadows of lies fully. [3]
Dispelling fear but knowledge be,
Replacing our doubts completely,
Nothing need be feared undoubtedly,
But must be comprehended absolutely. [4]
Greed by compassion overcome be,
It but asks for sharing unflinchingly,
Fear by kindness triumphant over be,
It calls for gratefulness and love only. [5]
Opposite of ignorance knowledge be,
As unconsciousness to awareness be,
The other side of fear freedom be,
Similarly akin to night as the day be. [6]
Fear dispelled by belief understandingly,
Turn the lights on in darkness knowingly,
Eradicate your fear by living deeply,
With the removal of fear you live only. [7]
Keep your fears to yourself completely,
But share inspiration with others openly,
Weep not for past which unchangeable be,
Fear not the future - live in present only. [8]
Judge your age by the pain you feel,
When in contact with a new idea you be,
Without darkness no birth does be,
As without light nothing flowers surely. [9]
poem by Munnan Misra
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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Old Donkey For Sale
'A donkey for sale' the old man cried
And the crowd went to see the donkey.
It was as old as he - the crowd felt.
'An old donkey for sale ' the old man still cried-
But no new crowd was there to see it.
An odd man came enquiring all the way
'Where can I get an old donkey for myself? '
Then he heard the old man cry 'An old donkey for sale'
And the odd man rushed to him and his donkey.
But he said to the old man, ' The donkey isn`t really old'.
The old man and his donkey are still treading the paths,
The crowds still find the donkey and the man old alike.
The odd man never stops his search for an old donkey.
But a world never emerges at all -
That one can understand the diametrical human minds.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Honesty With-held
Opportunities to be relevant,
Are often missed...
When those relying on myths,
And nursery rhymes,
Find it difficult to come forward...
To be real.
Without the twisting of facts,
Done most of the time.
Facts soon are learned!
But honesty with-held,
Eventually suffers...
An onslaught of unexpected attacks.
And those attacks increase...
By those unbelieving truths released!
And disturbing it is to learn,
Truth and peace together is an explosive mix!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Endures
Only that which has been examined to be labelled,
Begins to establish a documented history.
And the doing of it creates a repetitiveness,
The majority declares is a stability one can rely upon.
With a determining for them what is right and wrong.
Then there comes along,
Something that has not been labelled.
Something suspiciously different.
And something unfamiliar many fear that threatens.
Then a testing of it begins.
Not to ensure its acceptance but to guarantee its end.
It endures through attacks.
It endures with a fighting back.
It endures over the countless obstacles,
To amaze those who wish suddenly to know...
More of its existence with more identifiable facts.
And it seems when that has been adventured,
That which is not going to change...
Eventually teaches its own lessons.
And those who get them do!
And those who refuse to budge or move...
Remain confused as most people stubbornly choose,
When something they confront...
Is not going to change its own identity to please an ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's The Same Dog....
i shall make choices
black or white
there are no shades
for qualifications
i choose this dog
two tails and three ears
long tongue and blind
and sense of smell
taken off
whatever it is
it is still a dog
the color does not matter
the hilarity of combined
silly imaginations
is the irrelevance of
my dictated freedom
good for you
you love dogs and know
the intricacies of
their seasons
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Welcomed Are Those of Fresh Voices
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Here to speak from your perspective.
Clearing the staleness...
That comforts some,
In air the reeks of molding affairs.
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Or teases with a brisk breeze.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Hollow Minds of Demented Men
Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
The oil made them spoiled.
And their souls have been sold.
And people witness the environment,
Being destroyed because of their greed...
And indefinite ignorance.
Everything that lives will suffer,
The experience inflicted by this tolerance.
Allowed and followed...
To benefit more decadence.
That now becomes everyone's to swallow...
From the hollow minds of demented men.
Who can no longer mask their wicked tasks,
Or their incompetence lacking common sense.
That has never been aligned with mental substance at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invisible Are These Eyes Observing
Lips sealed and still thoughts heard.
No spoken words are needed.
A confused truth contradicts...
What is to be comprehended,
Does not with deeds done comes now to fix.
Energy unrecognized spies upon tricks.
And lies and alibis fade.
Becoming useless aids.
Invisible are these eyes observing...
And flaunting a haunting supernaturalness,
That empowers those meek.
Exposing deception and its inventors.
Erased are thoughtless conflicts!
A higher consciousness inflicts,
Those afflicted with manmade myths.
An appearance shatters concepts.
Religious beliefs held are dispelled!
A complete change comes to exist.
There is no heaven...
Nor is there hell!
Revealed are levels of dimensions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Shade of Fading Misrepresentation
Hey...
You can not still be there aging,
In the shade of fading misrepresentation?
That presentation has nowhere to go.
Even coverups are being unmasked.
Those tasks have been witnessed,
To be quite relentless.
There are no rainbows,
Thay will be forthcoming from those shadows.
Hey...
You can not still be there aging,
In the shade of fading misrepresentation?
If I can see you clearly...
You must realize how much of this life,
You are missing!
If I can see you...
Believe me when I say I have seen much change!
And you,
Obviously have not done either!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A War With Yesterday
A war with yesterday ends,
A phase of life emerges as the victor
And today is born..
A war with yesterday!
And a compromise with today!
A galaxy of anxieties
Surrounds a man who is just a planet of an explosion.
A caravan of tomorrows
By passes him who is a pedestrian of odds.
Was his war with yesterday a heroic act?
An answer evades his territory of prudence.
After a long wait a rain shatters the land dry
And he looks through the windows of fear.
The war with yesterday ends for ever
But there is nothing else to begin.
A small stream struggles to find its way forward
As new pebbles arise from a slumber.
A war with today is in the offing-
Victors are masked as ever before!
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Harbinger Of Doom
The dream I had frightened me
I couldn't help but ponder all day
Trying hard to the find the answers
They somehow never came my way
Harbinger Of Doom
I recall another place dim and cold
You reached for me in such fear
How I wanted to be with you
Instead shadows made you disappear
Harbinger Of Doom
It was evening and so much of a crowd
Assorted mask on faces I recall
Someone started laughing out loud
And there was a figure dark and tall
Harbinger Of Doom
I ran uo to a lady she didn't respond
My heart pounding over you
You were gone out of sight fast
And when I opened my eyes I knew
poem by Suelynn Walters
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As science advances, there seems to be less and less for God to do. It's a big universe, of course, so He, She, or It, could be profitably employed in many places. But what has clearly been happening is that evolving before our eyes has been a God of the Gaps; that is, whatever it is we cannot explain lately is attributed to God. And then after a while, we explain it, and so that's no longer God's realm.
Carl Sagan in The Varieties of Scientific Experience: A Personal View of the Search for God
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Aspiring to Horizons Unknown
Those perfected and protected realities...
One may shield,
To share with others of like mind...
Will soon awaken to find themselves,
And those times,
Lost.
Tossed away.
Like things unneeded during an exhaustive Spring cleaning.
As collected momentos come to mean not a thing.
Especially to those who look forward to the exposure,
Of fresh and new beginnings.
And something more purposeful,
Than the rearrangement of the old and tried.
And much overused complacencies.
Complimenting a compliance.
Perhaps to traditions known.
Like worned out furnishings...
That do nothing but trap dust.
But treasured to keep wiltering memories alive!
Just for someone to feel a sustained trust!
Thriving.
With a need to know what is in place,
Will be there!
In a comfort...
One continues to repeat.
To keep a significance.
When reminiscing!
But...
An effectiveness is lost in a time that has gone.
And yet...
One may sit in wishes nothing comes to change this.
Although change is what life is!
And has always been since its inception.
Like a birth that grows to shed life...
Aspiring to horizons unknown!
As this process comes to all,
To be shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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