In The Seeking Of A Balanced Budget
Hunger and homelessness.
And meeting the needs,
Of those jobless.
A quality of life,
That is disappearing from sight.
And those seeking futures...
With a schooling of lessons to complete,
That light for them seems to be dimming...
Quicker overnight.
For them what's ahead is looking very bleak.
'Those are not priorities.
We still perceive people with these beliefs,
As having 'special interests'.
And we are doing our best,
To eliminate those 'pests'.
What 'else' can you come up with,
That can be regarded as serious?
At least 'something' that will motivate us...
In the seeking of a balanced budget.
What else can you provide to negotiate this process? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elected To Fix An Economic Crisis
What minds are behind,
The spending of billions of dollars...
For two people to hollar promises,
GUARANTEED to 'all'...
If elected to fix an economic crisis.
What nonsense advertised,
Is going to change the quality of lives...
Overnight?
Or increase a depleted reality that exists?
When what has been wasted,
Could eliminate the deficit with a quicker pace.
What idealistic dreams are kept,
That will deliver a feasting of greed...
For those already suffering from hunger,
AND homelessness?
With other needs dismissed that go unheeded.
And what deluded fantasies are left,
That have not yet been swept...
Away to fill the bulging pockets everyday,
Of those thieves teasing...
With their smiles and high profile deceptions.
Which elitist who represents...
Those supporting to have their special interests,
Protected regardless of who is elected...
Is going to have influence enough to convince,
Life as we know it needs an injection of sincerity meant...
Before a peace that could be easily reached dies upon the streets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habitually Fixed
People addicted to nonsense,
Are no different than those addicted to crack.
Or any other sedation that medicates.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
People addicted to nonsense,
Prefer to see a disagreement with their ideologies...
As confrontations..
With a nothingness with someone in this mindset,
That ever gets done.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
This activity is representative of those who create conflicts,
To protect interests.
And those interests have been habitually fixed to delusions.
And people like this,
Stubborn and fixed...
Live assuming any progress that moves forward,
Is a conspiracy that threatens their beliefs!
And as long as they keep passing the 'pipe' around...
They will interpret the crumbling of foundations,
As a work of art!
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
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Drink A Cup Of Coffee
How suddenly things change,
From those priorities...
We once had given them.
It seems just yesterday,
We all were seeking with beliefs...
There were those more concerned,
About our experiences as human beings.
To only discover,
They were more interested in representing...
A need to continue feeding their own self interests.
With an acknowledgement that all we required,
Was to be entertained appropriately.
And kept from being disturbed by the truth.
How suddenly things change,
From those priorities...
We once had given them.
And today more people seem to be awakening,
To the corrupted shady doings...
A commitment to sleeping had permitted to exist.
'I can not 'BELIEVE' what has been going on! '
~Here...
Drink a cup of coffee! ~
'You know I am trying to stay away from caffeine.'
~You've stay away long enough.
Here...
Drink this stuff up.
And forget about having it sweet and low.
You have been sweetened to your lowest.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concrete As Your Convictions
The truth of the matter is this...
Your beliefs,
Are only as concrete...
As your convictions.
And if you are not,
Maintaining to keep your beliefs...
Thriving to stay alive,
What is it that you are wishing?
With your quick seeking of a hiding done...
To masquerade in hesitation,
Away from everyone.
Hoping someone will motivate your drive.
To falsely state the importance of your life?
Not only are your convictions lies...
Your disguises can be seen,
By those with clear and opened eyes.
It's unfortunate,
Your own are not opened up just as wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
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Forfeiture
Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace
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Antidotes
Am I going to change my beliefs,
Because they don't provide for you...
A haven of quick relief?
What do you think?
I am a writer!
That is the only thing I can proclaim.
I don't provide antidotes...
Or substitutions for your pain!
You might find your sedative...
In that line marked DELUSIONS!
That is where your companions stand,
Seeking alternatives...
With their prepared conclusions!
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Your Life Off Pause
If you hesitate to bake it,
You or anyone will get to taste the cake.
Why is there a procrastination?
What is it you await to negotiate?
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless becomes the time wasted.
Take your life off pause,
Because you're seeking first to appease.
Take your life off pause,
Add to your life flavor.
Don't be afraid to dip into mystique.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless is the time you waste.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Why negotiate?
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
There is no need to debate.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contemporary Freedom
I am who I am
Because of what I am
I ask for freedom from love
I ask for freedom from slavery
I ask for freedom from hunger
I ask for freedom from desire
You know and I know
That not all seeds you sow
Will eventually grow
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
I read there was an old man
Who bade farewell to his only son
At the hands of his own gun
Where his actions contemporary?
Was his anger or concern temporary?
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
Vivid imagination leads to frustration
It could trigger a chain-reaction
Hence the concept of mass-killing
Is born out of an over-reacted feeling
There is no cure or process of healing
Once death is the meal we are dealing
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
We drink with intention to forget
We drink but later on regret
And the people are walking
And the people are talking
Talking about freedom, freedom
Talking about a heavenly kingdom
Talking about their great grandfathers and their moms
Talking about freedom in any shape or form
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
And it does not make any sense
Why we always speak first in defense
And it does not make any sense
Why our passion for life despite the struggle is immense
We crave for human heroes
Those who started from zero
Their brave tales flows tremendously
So our fertile hope elongates endlessly
So when you tell a lie
Look your victim deep in the eye
Penetrate their mind
Find out what you can find
Because freedom is a lie
Because freedom is a lie
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi
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Back Home
In a social disappearance,
Refusing to see things as they are...
Beyond what has been programmed to fantasize.
They had no identities!
None imagined or confirmed.
Those who struggled to teach them lessons...
Were scorned and turned away!
Nothing conceptual had been based on truth.
Conditioned they had no pursuits...
Other than those that kept them diluted,
And polluted with beliefs that led them no where!
They are still there...
Seeking fairness and reward!
Spaced out and loving it!
Although they roam without direction...
Their imperfections are condoned.
Blessed for sins they did not commit,
In structures to pray...
To be delivered 'back home'
Where they perceive they will be free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Low Budget
Cheap is small and not too steep
But best of all cheap is cheap
Circumstance has forced my hand
To be a cut price person in a low budget land
Times are hard but well all survive
I just got to learn to economize
Im on a low budget
Im on a low budget
Im not cheap, you understand
Im just a cut price person in a low budget land
Excuse my shoes they dont quite fit
Theyre a special offer and they hurt me a bit
Even my trousers are giving me pain
They were reduced in a sale so I shouldnt complain
They squeeze me so tight so I cant take no more
Theyre size 28 but I take 34
Im on a low budget
What did you say
Im on a low budget
I thought you said that
Im on a low budget
Im a cut price person in a low budget land
Im shopping at woolworth and low discount stores
Im dropping my standards so that I can buy more
[quality costs, but quality wastes,
So Im giving up all of my expensive tastes.
Caviar and champagne are definite nos,
Im acquiring a taste for brown ale and cod roes ]
Low budget sure keeps me on my toes
I count every penny and I watch where it goes
Were all on our uppers were all going skint
I used to smoke cigars but now I suck polo mints
Im on a low budget
What did you say
Yea Im on a low budget
I thought you said that
Im on a low budget
Im a cut price person in a low budget land
Im on a low budget
Low budget
Low budget
Art takes time, time is money
Moneys scarce and that aint funny
Millionaires are things of the past
Were in a low budget film where nothing can last
Moneys rare theres none to be found
So dont think Im tight if I dont buy a round
Im on a low budget
What did you say
Yes Im on a low budget
I thought you said that
Im on a low budget
Im a cut price person in a low budget land
Im on a low budget
Say it again
Low budget
One more time
Low budget
[i look like a tramp, but dont write me off,
Ill have you all know, I was once a tough
At least my hair is all mine, my teeth are my own,
But everything else is on permanent loan.
Once all my clothes were made by hand,
Now Im a cut price person in a low budget land.
Im on a low budget
Ill have you all know
Were on a low budget
Im on a low budget]
song performed by by Kinks
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Balanced Budget... Nov 14th,2012
Balanced Budget …Nov 14th,2012
By
James Bredin
What do you mean; balanced budget; our politicians never heard,
They're busy travelling the world and never got the word,
Okay, we just heard that lower commodity prices are a bad sign,
Will they or will they not, have to examine our credit line?
Should massive government spending be under control?
Should we have forbidden referendums or maybe have a poll?
Have Conservative principles been thrown out the door?
And how do promises of a future balanced budget score?
Is this the same crowd that refused death-with-dignity to us all?
Do they expect us to get down on our knees or maybe crawl?
Why is the federal budget ballooning to $26 billion this year?
Should we forget about this because the government is sincere?
Nov 14th,2012
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.
This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Victim Of Learning Too Many Lessons
Why is it that it seems,
You express little empathy...
Towards those who are currently,
Suffering from hunger, homelessness.
And a loss of their dignities.
'I began to express that years ago,
When the sight of it would hurt me so.
And I witnessed those with turned up noses.
Pretending what was exposed,
Had been a dilemma others chose.'
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
Those who suffer,
Have lost their homes and valuables.
And images that impressed,
Others in a lesser position...
They never took time to address.
With their empathies expressed.
'And...
Your point is what?
Their suffering done is more effective?
And my empathy given to them,
Should be more reflective? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
These people have never experienced,
A life lived like this before.
'Neither had my ancestors.
But guess what? '
What?
'When my ancestors suffered,
They never discriminated by looking away.
And today you can say...
I am a victim of learning too many lessons.
And when I am shown a negligence,
By them expressed...
What am I to do?
Show them I have not been taught by the best? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why?
Are these new lessons I have not recognized?
Have those old lessons been changed,
And are now disguised? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking To Avenge Themselves
Digging deep are many seeking,
To avenge themselves...
And others wronging judged.
Today's conflicts,
Have more to do with infighting.
Than any addmission,
About reported threats coming...
From concentrationplace upon terrorists.
And those behind it defend themselves,
With senseless verbal attacks...
Heard from within their sacred domain,
Than directed from outside from someone else.
Digging deep are many seeking,
To avenge themselves...
And others wronging judged.
However...
The ones making these attempts,
Are the very people...
Who began agitating with accusations,
That the ones they wish now to protect...
Were the ones to slander as mavericks and pests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intellectualizing Life
The what 'ifs' of the what 'nots',
Is a waste of a thought process.
Those with time to decipher
The application of a thought...
Spend too much time intellectualizing life,
Instead of seeking concrete ways
To improve upon its fading quality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Abandonment Done To A Randomness
With an increased abandonment done,
To a randomness...
Specific issues are addressed,
And pursued...
In a more seriousness now confessed,
That subdues.
And what had been taken for granted,
Is now inspected for content to digest.
With many finding themselves less subjected,
To the impressions of self importance once kept.
And finding more that their interests are focused,
On the prevention of hunger and homelessness.
Since those finding themselves jobless,
Witness the degrading affects of effective disrespect.
That seems to have jeopardize their own footsteps.
And for reasons felt upfront and personal...
This is not acceptable!
With no place in Africa to go back to...
To feel or renew a familiarity.
'If you don't like it here,
Why don't you go back to...'
I get it, I get it, I get it!
Rub it in...
Why don't you?
You don't give us any slack!
'Oh...
Was that one of your investments given? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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