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It Is Not Going To Become Less Obvious

It is not going to become less obvious,
That a pitbull is going to be mistaken for a snake.
Even if a suit is tailored with a bowtie worn.

Many with their eyes open,
Can tell the difference immediately.
But will sit frozen in disbelief.

However...
There will still remain those debating over it,
Until someone admits to becoming nauseated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood Suspicion

Sure I hear him say he is not like the rest.
And for many years he has been with them...
Going along.
And yet he says he had protested,
Those things done as he resisted.

If I choose not to be with anyone I do not wish...
It will not take me years,
To convince anyone or myself of this.

Sure I hear him say he has policies of change.
But there is something about someone,
Who makes claims like that...
But somehow represents conditions that remain,
Unchanged and the same.

It would be better if he wasn't a politician.
Those years he says he has been a maverick...
What makes him think,
If he has had no influence all this time...
Why would anyone give him more of it,
To sit with him and listen?

Folks today would do and say anything...
And knowing this from experience,
Leaves many distrusting with understood suspicion.

When a snake is spotted...
Most folks would not approach it,
To discover whether it was poisonous or not!
Like a dog with teeth...
It decides who and when it wishes to bite!

Remember this...
And I quote,
'What's the difference between a pitbull,
And a hockey mom?
Lipstick! '

And he has already declared women in politics,
As lipstick wearing pigs!

These are not 'those times'.
These are the times...
That 'IS'!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snake Eye

You paint a picture
So its plain to see
Aint no hiding
No security
Ill be watching
Every move you make
When you hear the rattle
Better be awake
Chorus:
Snake eyes, Im watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, its coming
Snake eyes, aint no escaping from the snake eye
(no way)
You leave a footprint
For my eye to see
Catch an echo
From a lock and key
From the shadow
Or behind a rock
Get you anywhere
From the darkest shack
Chorus
Hear a rustle
From behind a tree
Get you running
Home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and -
You think youre safe
Im coming to get you
Gonna reach out (? ? ? )
Chorus
Got the snake eyes, they call me a snake in the bush
Snake eyes, biting
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Aint no escaping from the -
Just keep a lookout for the -
Snake eye

song performed by by AC-DC
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Freed of All Costumes Worn

How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
When those in masquerade,
Can be identify by...
Well,
A masquerading.

And those parading their charades,
Are obvious enough to solicit a snoring...
From those bored.

And those bored ignore to the point...
They rather walk away than to play anymore.

How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
Before the screaming is heard from those...
That a clarity of reality,
Has been freed of all costumes worn.

'Will you please stop singing,
'Send In The Clowns'?
Don't bother...
They're here! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A song has to become as much a part of you as a tailored suit.

quote by Martha Reeves
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Above And Beyond Disbelief

One needs only to open their eyes.
Wide.
And listen with their ears.
Without the aid of whispering peers.
And,
To do this...
With intent to comprehend from observation.
To discover...
Just how much influence liars have.
And if one chooses to remain,
On the sidelines to watch in denial...
Then that influence has spread up above and beyond,
Disbelief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blame It On The Obvious Ways

All the mistakes I made I made because
I didn't know myself very well
And by this stage I feel like
I really shouldn't know myself
I'm forced into a sponsored silence
Where I'm only paid
If I don't say
What I want to say
Open up your eyes and see
I can't throw it all away
Open up your eyes and see
I can't give it all away
I couldn't even care what you say
Change
You changed everything
And blame it on your obvious ways
I gamble my praises
And threw the jukebox from my favorite phrases
As we cling to the nightclub walls
We whisper the words, we whisper them wrong
So we screamed out the wrong words
Into our own song
And with a kiss that tasted like drugs
Which taste like we'll never ever make it home
Open up your eyes and see
I can't throw it all away
Open up your eyes and see
I can't give it all away
I couldn't even care what you say
Change
You changed everything
And blame it on your obvious ways
Throw me around
First you've got to count me down
Don't you think you should count me down
Before you throw me around
You throw me into another move I can't remake
It changes everything
Open up your arms and say
Give it all away
I couldn't even care what you say
Change
You changed everything
And blame it on your obvious ways

song performed by by Idlewild
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No Difference

i stared out the window
at the bare frozen limbs
of my favorite old tree...
i closed my eyes...
saw leaves bud forth
and turn green...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i stared at the young girl
reading at a corner table
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old grandmother
washing dishes with her grandbabies
playing in the floor at her feet...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw the young man
carrying his son on his shoulders
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old man standing
by his son's casket
draped by a flag...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw an old man
standing on the corner begging
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy
playing ball in the street
laughing and dodging cars
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a crack head shivering
by an electric heater in a bare apartment
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young a/g student
helping some kid with his math
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a desperate girl
walking the streets
looking for a john
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young girl's room
stuffed animals on the bed
pictures of her and her daddy on the wall
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a young man
wild-eyed with fear
in a prison cell
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy gone hunting
with his grandpa on thanksgiving morn
with his dog by his side
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i pulled back the veil of time...
knowing, there is no difference!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cape Town (in winter)

I am here, close to you but so far away
The blue of the ocean mirrors in your eyes
Your eyes the same temperature as the water
As dark as the earth
As vibrant as the movement of the city
Hidden behind dark shades

I followed you blindly
Because I said that I would
Is that really you - the stranger in the tailored suit
Armed guards on the doorsteps
Bulletproof glass
Silence in the middle of the city

Among strangers
Conducting transactions
Your eyes as you play poker
Reflecting the man I don't know
But then - a spark in your eyes
You're turning to me
And - I recognize the man that I love

© 2011

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Nothing To Them Dawns

It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who the foolish people are.
And the support they are receiving,
By those who follow blindly behind...
With an absence of their own thought process.

It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who has been depicted as nonconformists.
With a choosing to witness those sitting on a fence.
Debating between themselves to convince,
Which one is more logical and who makes sense.
As they try to impress who has the greater intelligence.

And the ones long depicted as nonconformists,
Now too impatient to listen to foolish arguments...
Find what others do no longer to their amusement.
With decisions they have made in times faded and gone,
To leave alone whether right or wrong...
Those remaining to debate over the obvious,
From Sunrise to Sunset and yet nothing to them dawns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: On Power

Let Pow'r be not a whip in hands of few;
If it be then, let it not flay with ease;
Let it remain a symbol, just a cue;
For that’s the way, the world can live in peace.

Authority is like a rubber Snake;
If live and poisonous, it gruesomely kills;
It should remain with you just for namesake;
And settle problems but not create ills.

Let Pow'r not corrupt persons in the chair;
Use it with impunity where needed;
'Tis not for use for purposes unfair;
Excessive pow’r displayed won't be heeded.

Power is just a robe, you don sometimes;
And hence, it cannot suit all men, all climes

poem by John Celes
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Mistaken

I misunderstood
I stood stark.
Not withstanding
This misunderstanding,
A mistake.
Mistaken identity,
Unidentified,
You lied.
Lay the facts distorted.
Like in the hall of mirrors,
Twisted, mistaken,
My words mistook.
With one frozen look
You froze my heart.
My tongue frosted.
My ears burned by honeyed lies.
Eyes deceived by outer form.
Formed the wrong image
For you were deformed, twisted.
And I misunderstanding,
Was devoured.

poem by Paul Brookes
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If I Ever Was a Snake

If I was a snake, my eyes would be green,
I would wander the land and look real mean.
If I was a snake, I'd know how to sting,
Despite all the trouble it would bring.

If I was a snake, I'd be red and gold,
I would slither and slather and eat my mice cold.
If I was a snake, I'd rattle my tail,
But I'd be polite and never go to jail.

If I was a snake, I'd slide on my tummy,
Hamsters and mice would be real yummy.
If I was a snake, I'd live on the ground,
Sleeping and snoring 'till I was found.

I would never learn how to rake,
If I ever was a snake.

poem by October Bradley
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America

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America
"Kathy" I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"
"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
"Kathy, I'm lost" I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America, All gone to look for America

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Concealed to Produce a Seduced Humanity

Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
And obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.

They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.

The ones,
In their public address...
They say appeal to standards,
And a certain class...
They've spent time manufacturing.
To market and witnessed to be those trashed.
For the purpose to pocket and run with the cash.

Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
Obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.

They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.

Leaving the ones unconcious to debate with zeal.
Although none provide examples,
Where this wholesomeness appeals.
But no one wishes to explain why,
They prefer decadence over righteousness...
Concealed,
To produce a seduced humanity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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America

Let us be lovers well marry our fortunes together
Ive got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies
And we walked off to look for america
Kathy, I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw
Ive gone to look for america
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigarette, I think theres one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Kathy, Im lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
Im empty and aching and I dont know why
Counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
Theyve all gone to look for america
All gone to look for america
All gone to look for america

song performed by by Paul Simon
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No Matter How Good One Looks

Promise anything.
But not delivering on anything...
To maintain one's integrity,
Will not sustain...
An awaiting patience,
For too long!
No matter how good one looks,
In a tailored suit!
That enhances a fresh impressive tan.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixation Of Disbelief

If to them,
Others determined did not provide light.
Or encourage with an insistence persisted,
For them to open a door...
After explaining what the door was there for,
Not one of them would know its purpose.

They would have stood for hours glued,
With a fixation of disbelief.

With a slow approach to examine,
Closely...
To inspect,
Attached hinges.
Enabling the swinging back and forth,
Of the closed door.

And in complete and dumbfounded amazement,
There they they would stand,
With jaws dropped...
Astonished by what was revealed on the other side.

If to them,
Others did not provide this light...
The would still be on the inside,
Debating the significance...
Of exploring life!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Return Back Immediately

'you've my heart pickpocket'
expect from the blue wall of moss
when thousands of forest insects down
on wedding rock season
river melting tears
she was looking for him at the park benches
she was looking for his bronze statue in the frozen
'where have you brought my heart?
don't you bake in a quiet'
the lights went out at once
shakespeare performing the poison of romeo
bat home blinded his eyes
'what you do with me? '
sat stuned in front of the table
glasses emptied
leaves mingle wind buffed
weighted open sky of lead
angel long to pick up
taxis frozen in flashing lights
'you've my heart pickpocket...
before the rain fall in the quarter
I demand it back immediately'

(2001)

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Snake; an oracle of oath

The godless men worship the snake
The godless men take oath in name of snake
And the curse comes upon wrongdoer
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And blessing rains upon the innocent
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And snake bitten dead the lair
And snake spare life of the truer
Despite snake answers to godless men
No votive or thank given to snake, the god
So the stopped the men to swear
By it name, snake said men used
Thunder and fire for swearing instead of it name
As snake disowned the godless men
Hex fallen upon

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Lady Geraldine's Hardship

E.B. Browning

I turned -- Heaven knows we women turn too much
To broken reeds, mistaken so for pine
That shame forbids confession -- a handle I turned
(The wrong one, said the agent afterwards)
And so flung clean across your English street
Through the shrill-tinkling glass of the shop-front-paused,
Artemis mazed 'mid gauds to catch a man,
And piteous baby-caps and christening-gowns,
The worse for being worn on the radiator.

. . . . . . .

My cousin Romney judged me from the bench:
Propounding one sleek forty-shillinged law
That takes no count of the Woman's oversoul.
I should have entered, purred he, by the door --
The man's retort -- the open obvious door --
And since I chose not, he -- not he -- could change
The man's rule, not the Woman's, for the case.
Ten pounds or seven days... Just that... I paid!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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