In Opposition and Obstinate
In opposition and obstinate,
Are those who refuse reform...
To upset any progress of success.
They would rather let...
Their own mothers bleed to death,
Than to take one step forward...
Out of their present state,
Of an obvious darkness.
And why are those in opposition,
With an obstinate condition?
It is a control factor...
They see slipping away,
From greased palms dripping greed.
An economy no longer strong,
Or able to feed a known feast of gluttony...
Is gone.
And an acknowledgement of a desperate reform,
Has most wishing they can prolong,
The signs and affects of an approaching storm!
With the disregarding,
Of the lightening and rumbling thunder!
Unyielding they are...
Like a spoiled child fixed,
To a tantrum encouraged...
To leave those accustomed to it when it comes.
In beliefs what is done will go away if ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So now we are pushing economic reform, bank reform and enterprise reform. So we can finish that reform this year, in September or October. Then our economy may be much more, you know, normalized.
quote by Kim Dae Jung
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opposition aren't really the Opposition. They're just called the Opposition. But in fact they are the Opposition in exile. The Civil Service are the Opposition in residence.
quote by Antony Jay
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If a Daughter You Have
If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life,
No peace shall you know, tho' you've buried your wife,
At twenty she mocks at the duty you taught her,
O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.
Sighing and whining,
Dying and pining,
O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.
When scarce in their teens, they have wit to perplex us,
With letters and lovers for ever they vex us,
While each still rejects the fair suitor you've brought her,
O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.
Wrangling and jangling,
Flouting and pouting,
O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.
poem by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Those With Unenlightened Appetities
Opposition to a united position,
People are seeking and more than wish...
With intentions to mend and heal,
That which has been broken.
Reveals more each day...
A division amongst people inflicted,
And led astray does not pay.
Not for the ones held to limitations,
By those who wish their greed and selfishness...
Creates and establishes a strong foundation.
But instead have done more to produce conflicts,
Than insist a respect for all is needed with commitment.
If greatness is to exist to be for everyone to witness.
And not just a myth a few feast upon,
That is kept exclusively.
Until defeat widens the cracks that invite failure.
Showing an opposition to that which is right,
Seems always there to be on the side...
Of those with unenlightened appetites.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Chooses to Move Towards Daylight
They have come together,
To collectively agree...
He lacks experience.
And he is not qualified to lead.
And perhaps they are right.
Since he chooses to move towards daylight.
And those in opposition...
Are accustomed to a darkness,
To enhance a deepened isolation!
And to exist to feed conflict...
Is all that they have known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wish that the Democrats would put some effort into Social Security reform, illegal immigration's reform, tax reform, or some of the other real issues that are out there.
quote by Jack Kingston
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Maybe Female Priests
Priests can't have wives so the job attracted pedophile guys,
Using fancy colorful vestments as a form of disguise,
But new rules should change and require priests to have wives,
So that the Catholic Church might again thrive and survive.
Indeed these type of ideas might seem to be sacrilegious,
But there was a time when this was accepted as religious,
When holy priests all had wives and kids and this was the norm,
Until they decided to change everything and reform.
It's obvious that the church needs to reform again and soon,
Back to the twelfth-century system at the first opportune,
It's also obvious that this should have happened a long time ago,
But instead we all learned from the hierarchy, how to kowtow.
Because the widows of priests were dependent on the church,
This hidden factor does not appear in an Internet search,
But there's something very wrong now that needs to be put right,
Maybe female priests could help get us out of this blight.
poem by James Bredin
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Deliveries Made To Please
Have you ever tried to stop,
Those who have come to feed at a feast?
With an invitation of greed encouraged.
And not a sign of discipline,
To cease the craving of their whims.
Have you ever tried to decrease one's gluttony?
Released from one who has turned into a beast?
Have you ever had your fingers bitten,
By a pet accustomed to being rewarded...
With top choice beef or other approved treats?
Try stopping it!
And the outcome may have you defeated.
And/or beaten into a coma induced sleep.
Maybe even hospitalized...
If not paralyzed.
Coming to a consciousness that finally realizes...
Many do not readily embrace,
A diminishing of supplies denied.
And expectations anticipated,
On a regular basis fed...
Have those caring less,
Who provides those ample dropped deposits.
They want deliveries made to please...
That's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I heard someone in opposition to reform last night criticize the president for saying it's their money. They said it's not their money; it's my mother's money. Well that's what's wrong with the system.
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Getting Away With It
Like an appendage attached.
And there to feed.
Not to assist in the nourishment.
Or to restore an energy,
Supplied by encouragement.
But there to defend,
The protectiveness of this leeching.
Like an appendage attached.
And there to feed an excessive gluttony,
Of progressive greed.
Draining to succeed to bleed an obsession.
To feast!
Whether or not...
The programming of this beast is stopped!
Conditioned,
To getting away with it!
And delusioned...
Never to be prevented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Federation of Unions
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
Isolated protectivism,
With beliefs fading quick!
Has those of a mindset,
Internally struggling...
To maintain foundations in conflict!
And this can not persist like this!
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
Affecting the lives of everyone.
And the change coming to all who resist,
Is going to stun...
By the effectiveness of it!
A federation of unions comes to exist!
And who leads,
Will not be as important...
As those who will be forced to follow!
Swallowing a past,
From times no longer everlasting.
He may have said it!
Many may have regrets.
But all will experience,
And feel the affects of change!
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
But there will be little a few in opposition can do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Coalgate Scam In India
The opposition
rakes the ruling party
over the coals for coal-mining fraud.
But both were greased of their palms alternately
to catch voters during the polls
for some six decades.
New parties free of corruption, plunder and swindle
should spring up to rule this nation of ignorant fools.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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To Undo What It Was That Should Have Been
Reform?
Is that similar to rebirth?
Or re-defining what is?
And if that is the case...
Those who now suggest,
A redefining of things to reform...
To do to get things done,
Will need to re-address themselves,
With amnesia.
To undo what it was that should have been,
Those without a conscious intentionally did...
To enable a reform to do that is defined with a doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Capitalism Is The Way To Go
There are those,
With conservative beliefs.
Who argue amongst themselves...
About spreading the wealth,
In a society based upon greed.
One in which a few...
Isolate and feed.
And they debate and agree...
That in a democracy,
Capitalism is the way to go...
Out!
Like a light.
Exhausted!
From the lack of shared and supplied,
Energy!
Unsupported by those...
Who would rather sit back and fatten.
To feast!
On the exclusiveness...
Of their selfish gluttony.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Within Reduced Means
Variety may be the spice of life...
For those who can choose,
Whether or not...
To have beans and rice,
With a taste for steak.
Thawing to roast and bake,
In a pre-heated oven.
Some today see variety as a luxury.
And preparing rice and beans,
Has become a daily ritual.
Since fixed budgets,
Have arrived on their scenes.
Living within reduced means,
Is a reality for many that has demeaned.
And those still fortunate to have variety,
In their lives...
Stretch limited paychecks,
Realizing they have no idea...
What each day to them brings next.
Yet hopeful they are,
What is enjoyed today for them stays.
At least until that steak that thaws,
Is cooked.
And delivered in a presentation,
That is well done with vegetables...
Dripping deliciously and sautéed.
As seen in gourmet cookbooks.
And leftovers are as appreciated...
Without getting a dirty look.
From someone who believes...
An abundance of choices,
Will remain to feed their greed.
And prayers received are answered,
That returns them to an accustomed...
Feast of gluttony.
Without the fears of retribution,
That the stolen beef they eat...
Will not be taken from them by other thieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come From Under the Trappings
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need,
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
Come from under the trappings.
Let your beliefs,
Remove the strangle hold and squeeze...
Placed upon the young.
Those that have followed you into darkness,
And have shielded from the Sun!
Those you have fed,
All the misdeeds...
That have blocked and shunned!
Come from under those trappings done.
They are shutting off your breath.
And speeding up your untimely death!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
You might as well!
They are being released from you physically!
Now...
It is time to remove yourself from that grind.
Come from under the trappings.
And find yourself that peace that awaits!
Those trappings can not define,
The quality of life when one has peace of mind!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunsets
We don't look back nor forward
for anything or anyone but the sun
that stalks our obstinate confusion
reckoning the gilded mouth
of the slavering twilit horizon
that is ravenously swallowing us
I lift my sinewy hands and vied
to gather the yellow light
and succumb to its descend
until the warmth dissipate
and the darkness fecundates
And the nights would be nothing
but the shards you have left
in cold serrated pieces
and I will bleed lecherously
just so I can keep them.
poem by Norman Santos
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