In The Execution Of It
How you can hold me and others,
Accountable for your actions...
Is remarkable,
In the execution of it.
But I do have a wish to know this...
Have you considered changing outfits?
At least that clown costume,
That appears to be your favorite.
It has been worn too much and has lost all effect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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All Tomorrow's Parties
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
song performed by by Simple Minds
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All Tomorrows Parties
(reed)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrows parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
Shell turn once more to sundays clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns
To all tomorrows parties
And what will she do with thursdays rags
When monday comes around
Shell turn once more to sundays clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
For thursdays child is sundays clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrows parties
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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What About My Image?
But you've graduated from high school.
Why is it that you desire to go back?
'I felt safe in those days.
It was easy for me not to be accountable,
For anything.
And when I blamed someone else for something I did...
At least I could hide my deceit and was believed.
But today...
People are trying to make me responsible,
For my own actions.
And...
I have 'never' done that before!
I'm not use to having fingers pointed at me.'
Well...
You know eventually that is going to happen.
'I know.
I can't even blame 'them' for anything anymore.'
Just be prepared to fix everything you've done.
'Are you kidding?
Be responsible for my own actions?
Be accountable and admit my faults?
But...but...
What about my image? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This president has been reluctant to hold anybody accountable. No one was held accountable after September the 11th. Nobody's been held accountable after the clear flaws in intelligence leading up to the war in Iraq.
quote by Bob Graham
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Licence Number
Licence number 13101961,
Test the nuclear sub ablaze!
Licence number 13101961,
Of the points of life to ponder about;
It is a wonder with,
Sincere manners to appreciate;
Life is all about numbers.
Changing times,
Changing ages,
A remarkable thing to think about;
In this changing times,
I would like to be your friend.
Licence number 13101961,
Test the nuclear sub ablaze!
And make each pound go further;
Of the changing of time,
Of the changing of ages,
Like nothing casual to wedge the storm off;
If the suntans could kill you then,
What about the nuclear bombs? !
Licence number 13101961,
Who can beat death after nuclear effect?
Laughter is the best medicine but,
With the nuclear weapons at hand who laughs?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What I argue is that if I'm going to be held accountable for my actions that I should be allowed to record... my actions. Especially if somebody else is keeping a record of my actions.
quote by Steve Mann
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Execution Day
I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell I cant even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin to rise
Ive heard it before n I know the truth from the lies
Chorus:
Is it any wonder heavens racked with thunder
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin rain
Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day) - execution day
Execution day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Dont touch me now, wont let you crucify me
You aint no damn jury, you cant pass no sentence on me
(chorus)
Whose blood on whose hands, wheres the promises they preached for this land
Standin there with bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hands, whose blood on whose hands
(whose blood, whose hands)
Execution day, execution day
Father my hands are shakin, I see the light, its breakin
Show me the way to set my soul free, I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me
Execution day, execution day
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Very Proud I Am
Excited by the idea
Of exploring the depths of my boredom!
Even though the task itself,
Should not last that long!
In fact...
I am finished already!
And very proud I am,
I completed what I set out to accomplish!
I can hold my head high!
At least I can say,
I am accountable for my actions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interested
Your favorite food
What you like to do
Your favorite color
or any other
The thing on your mind
That you like to share
Cause I can stay here
And listen to every word
Because I'm interested
Can I be an instrument
For changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
I'd rather be with you instead
Than anyone else
Cause I'm interested in your middle name
Now don't be ashamed, Naw
It's between me and you
Everything you do
Let your guard down
Because there's a new girl in town
gonna turn it around
I hope that you are down
Because I'm interested
Can I be your instrument
In changing your life
Is that allright?
Because I'm interested
I'd rather be with you instead
of anyone else
I'm wide open
No more secrets
No lie
Don't wanna live like a fool
But I will
For you
So I'll beg
I'll scream
I'll call
I'll write
If that's what it takes for you to be in my life
Because I'm interested
And I'll be an instrument
In changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
And I rather be with you instead
Of anyone else
Oh No
Because I'm interested
And I'll be an instrument
In changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
And I rather be with you instead
Of anyone else (fade)
song performed by by India Arie
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Changing Dimensions Seen
Changing dimensions seen.
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
People sharing with a caring.
Changing dimensions seen.
And racists are considered sick.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed and quick!
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
That peace resisted over-rules,
And those who cling to hate are fools.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clear Karmic Debt
Some people use the phrase Born Again
to justify their actions
before their mean action begins.
They can justify actions like never before
but their mean actions can't be ignored.
For every action there is karma at stake
you will experience the same experience
likewise which you did create.
Everyone is accountable for their actions
no matter how small—
if you transgressed and hurt another
send them blessing least of all.
Or say your "Sorry" and give them a hug
it doesn't matter if you are not a thug.
So clear your karmic debt—
rethink through your actions
to live with no future regrets.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 14,2012
www.christinapoems.com www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Fred The Clown
Orange, blue, red, white and brown
The favorite colors of Fred the Clown
A happy and jolly clown he is
But some people he likes to tease
Everyone hates to be with Fred the Clown
But Fred never showed the people a frown
He never felt bad for what he did
The hatred inside the people had hid
The people thought of what to do with Fred the Clown
They decided to talk to the mayor of town
He laughed at what the people said
He laughed until his face gone red
The mayor didn't believe the people
For Fred the Clown gives him a tickle
They always the mayor smiled that way
Ever since Fred came each day
He already knew what Fred was doing
So he decided to call Fred for a meeting
The mayor told him what the people had said
And so left poor little Fred
The people decided to give Fred a chance
So Fred the Clown gave them a dance
The dance was so funny that they laughed all day
Fred the Clown will forever stay
poem by Geneen Meyers
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Fred the Clown
Orange, blue, red, white and brown
The favorite colors of Fred the Clown
A happy and jolly clown he is
But some people he likes to tease
Everyone hates to be with Fred the Clown
But Fred never showed the people a frown
He never felt bad for what he did
The hatred inside the people had hid
The people thought of what to do with Fred the Clown
They decided to talk to the mayor of town
He laughed at what the people said
He laughed until his face gone red
The mayor didn't believe the people
For Fred the Clown gives him a tickle
They always saw the mayor smiled that way
Ever since Fred came each day
He already knew what Fred was doing
So he decided to call Fred for a meeting
The mayor told him what the people had said
And so left poor little Fred
The people decided to give Fred a chance
So Fred the Clown gave them a dance
The dance was so funny that they laughed all day
Fred the Clown will forever stay
poem by Geneen Alyssa Meyers
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The difference of natural talents in different men is, in reality, much less than we are aware of; and the very different genius which appears to distinguish men of different professions, when grown up to maturity, is not upon many occasions so much the cause as the effect of the division of labour. The difference between the most dissimilar characters, between a philosopher and a common street porter, for example, seems to arise not so much from nature as from habit, custom, and education. When they came into the world, and for the first six or eight years of their existence, they were perhaps very much alike, and neither their parents nor playfellows could perceive any remarkable difference...
quote by Adam Smith
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Applause, flowers without kiss
Why same clown cries inside dream -
As most the missing businessman,
Its laughter actions it's lost gradually,
But elements of verses -is naturally...
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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He Got You
he got you into this art
of acting out things but not really
this harmful pretension
that which defrauds or swindles
it is just the art of mimicry
well, may be not just to entertain
but could be
also to survive
this is an art of life
imitating art and of
art imitating life oh,
this is all about disguises
the man disguising as a clown
to please the lonely kid in town
the clown in turn disguising as a man
to help another one
the man is not the clown
and the clown is not the man
no matter how convincing the
acting might be or
how perfect the imitation
the identity is never lost
they stick to their own realities
despite the perfection of their art
it is you who is lost in this labyrinth of art
your skill and instincts have failed you
utterly
you bring with you your equation
antiquated &
so inaccurate and thus defeating the quickness
of the mind with the sleigh of the hand
that the man and the clown are one.
you may be right, but i tell you you may also be wrong
well, you must cope up
simply see things as they are
not as what they seem
to be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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White Chocolate Space Egg
Orange and blue, green and pink
I see you in everything
Dont need money, dont need wine
Ive got better ways to spend my time
Ill see you around
Every hollow has its favorite sound
And my heart is holding on
Purple, yellow, reddish-brown
Once I felt you, I couldnt lay you down
Dont be shy, baby, dont be careful with me
Let it go, let it soak me down
Ill see you around
Every hollow has its favorite sound
Every rock and tree and leaf abound with your face
Dont tell me Ive been wrong
Dont tell me all the magics gone
Ill see you around
Every hollow has its favorite sound
Ill see you around
Every corner has its favorite clown
Ill see you around...
Ill see you
Ill see you
song performed by by Liz Phair
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More, More Are Deranged
Some episodes extended,
Must conclude and come to an end!
Those cowboy chases in midnight raids...
Has lost public applause,
Its effect, cause and awe!
A restlessness begins.
And the initial heated pace,
Sends messages to slow down the race.
A regrouping is needed and must take place!
Some are seen deranged.
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed has discouraged the herd.
As the skies seem more cloudy each day!
Some are seen deranged.
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed...
Has discouraged the herd.
As the skies seem more cloudy each day!
Some episodes extended,
Must conclude and come to an end!
Those cowboy chases in midnight raids...
Has lost public applause,
Its effect, cause and awe!
More, more are deranged.
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed...
Seem to conflict with words.
And the bright minds behind this
Decay!
Oh more, more are deranged!
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed...
Seem to conflict with words.
And the bright minds,
Behind this...
Decay!
And the bright minds,
Behind this...
Decay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Granting Of An Escape
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.
And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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