It Seems Not Long Ago
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday,
When those who saw things as they were...
And called negative for refusing to wear,
Their mass issued rose colored glasses?
It seems not long ago,
Those of 'conservative' standards...
Were calling those who protested against injustices,
Radicals and militant.
Nonconformists and leftist 'liberals'!
These same people...
With their high brow standards and diminished values,
Organize themselves to dump perfectly good tea...
In waters they have polluted from a way of life,
That has been enriched by prescriptions of all kinds!
AND found in infested waters!
They claim that the dumping of tea,
Brings back those times when similar acts,
Were considered anti-government and lawless...
When oppressive taxation began to affect the masses!
However...
Most of those protesting attempted to mask the fact,
A newly appointed President who just 'happens' to be black...
Is not a fan of Disney World or any of the lands,
Where delusion is worshipped.
And here it is,
Six months 'after' his election...
And there are those still in denial,
Discussing on national broadcast talk radio shows...
His 'true' identity and the authenticity of his birth certificate.
And he is doing his best to save their beloved country,
From total demise!
BUT...
They do not consider themselves as 'nutts'.
They consider themselves as 'patriots'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember the Ridiculous?
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
Remember the heights achieved by those self righteous?
The ones who quoted from scriptures and knew what sinning meant.
The ones who declared a separation of church and politics.
And spoke of family values and deplored decadence.
With hints they were chosen and others lived to be blasphemous!
Rewind these actions and tell me this...
Whose standards vowed are at a crisis now?
Who authorized the lives we live?
While standing by to watch...
Chaos rise to become prioritized as top notch!
With excuses to make and pointing fingers to give!
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
And those making the most noise today...
Protest loudly in disarray!
In groups to influence and convince in their dismay...
They represent the people who are of conservative ways.
Remember the ridiculous?
When terrorists were thought to ride camels...
And not be Ivy league graduates,
On shores who condoned and promoted this!
With only greed and the economy as the main interest.
Too bad the borders can not be secured,
By those who are staunch racists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These are Values and Standards Kept Within
Deliberate and scheduled maintenance,
Prevents foundations from becoming weak.
Boosts and bolsters securities monitored
And reflects a respect given.
Twenty four hours,
Each and every day each week.
A pride is shown!
With a discipline that seems to be attached,
To unquestioned competence.
A strength beams to gleam in a constant glow.
And support of it is given, bestowed and not hidden.
As if understood and unmistakably comprehended.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Certainly I feel like I'm the tip of the arrow at times because certainly the national media wants to talk about the fact that I'm a black Republican and some people think of that as zany that a black person would be a conservative but to me what is zany is any person black, white, red, brown or yellow not being a conservative.
Before The Making of a Dollar
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.
To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.
However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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America does not want vulgarity and sexual exploitation to be our values and we do not want the world to think those are our standards. We want to be a better nation and a better people, with better standards.
quote by Charles W. Pickering
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My Beloved
I opened up my door of love and,
My beloved made love to me;
Then, the rivers of waters flooded between us,
For, his mouth was the sweetest thing!
Tossed to and fro,
As rivers of waters in a dry place;
And like streams out of the rocks!
But, you will see us walking together without ceasing.
The naked breasts of a woman deludes many,
And like a warrior rejoicing from wine!
But, seven loaves of bread equals to seven baskets of scrapes;
And at the appointed time, he will be closer to me than ever!
A tower is in the midst,
For we were wonderfuly made;
But, sow in tears and reap in joy! !
For, the sky is ready to pour down its rain.
The preceding of time,
At the time appointed to meet my muse;
But, i heard a cry! !
Of my well-beloved;
For the beauty regimen for women are now prepared for me,
And, he has nowhere to hide.
The child was from the woman and,
The woman was from the man;
Created with love to enhance the beauty of the earth,
However, you shall not muzzle the ox whiler it treads our the grain.
The sea is ready to flood over!
And, you have nowhere to hide;
But, i do have my beloved beside me,
And like the positive works of love with credentials! !
Nature itself should teach you better,
For the spring brings about the new birth;
But, one remains hungry and the other is drunk.
Should i praise you for your acts my love?
And to wheedle the riddle with the muse;
For, i have a beautiful robe on from Shinar!
But, out of the eater came something so sweet.
my beloved made sweet love to me,
And like the deep of things in the name of love;
But, the woman was created for the benefit of the man.
The sweet things of love,
the secret things of love,
The deep things of love,
And the deep things of life!
But, do not let him who eats be despiteful! !
For, the rainbow came along and blessed my day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Our heritage and ideals, our code and standards -- the things we live by and teach our children -- are preserved or diminished by how freely we exchange ideas and feelings.
quote by Walt Disney
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Or heritage and ideals, our code and standards - the things we live by and teach our children - are preserved or diminished by how freely we exchange ideas and feelings.
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Exile On Princes Street
(DickKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket
Little did I know that even a heavy load
I found us walking Grierson's dockyards
Where the only thing working was foreign film crews
Making an impressive documentary
For the big news
To the satellite
And all we're left with is the black black oil
With a sense of pride and identity
The waters left behind we shouldn't forget
Laid low in the books of history
I saw the starlings wheel round Georgian spires
Gathering on patrol in the skies
In the distance burns the flame of Grangemouth
And the dream is lost
Everything what it could inspire
From the take you know there is no distance
How we talk about in the secret affairs
Taking our ride into the distance
To be what it was or could have been
What I should have said
And all we're left with is the black black oil
With a strong sense of national pride
'Till we take some more steps to unity
Take it back to me
Take it back
In a city run out of luck
And all we're left with is the black, black oil
With a strong sense of national pride
Calling the ... for identity
What it meant to me, what I said
What we could have had
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An evening news stuck deep in the pocket
Little did I know that he'd fall
Carrying a heavy load
And all we're left with is the black black oil
With a strong sense of national pride
Calling a name in the sake of unity
What it means to me you'll never know
You'll never
song performed by by Marillion
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A Tribute to Gani
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday in September,
He was laid to rest in golden casket
Though he lived a golden life to deserve more
Yet as men do,
The celebration of hypocrites comes after demise
Rare Wig gawk the myriads in honour of a true luminary
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
Jailed for truth by country rebels for rights
Turned and tortured by oppressor still alive
Resisting venomous illegality where chickens bowed in shame
Bathed in the common cruelty of state sponsored arm brigand
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He roared in courts, despising the hazards
Burned in passionate loathing of poli-tricks of exalted liars
Exposing furtive murderer, masquerading in rocks of our honour
Renown, revered, amongst true patriots
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He was stripped of a long deserved honour,
Tyrants shirked to disdain the true leader of the masses
Scholars rode over stupidity and proclaimed
The First SAM, first and yet not another
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He pierced their conscience, with a party
To revive the glory of leadership by involvement
Alas, the innumerable powers of evil men in nocturnal overrule
Vetoed a woe of corrupters, imposed dishonour like leprosy
And we rot in honour as we go still
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He was numbered with great world changers
Like, Mandela, Luther, Churchill
Will be remembered not only as a Lawyer, SAM or SAN in sand
But as a true fighter, an indefatigable orator, with an unswerving ardour
For the oppressed, the voiceless poor masses,
poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are They Who Point to The Liberals?
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those who send others,
To end their conflicts?
Those who sit with their opinions...
And sip on dry martinis.
And discuss their vacation visits.
Those of 'right winged' policies...
Whose sons and daughters,
Hide behind college walls...
With no military,
Or civic duties to complete!
Those who feed their greed,
And learn skills of deception.
To earn positions on Wall Street!
With their cheating test scores,
That have granted them B.A., M.A....
And Doctorate degrees.
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those that have turned their quality of life...
Into a cesspool of decadence,
Created to instill fear and strife.
To all now witnessing their economic blight!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those who wish to do things right.
Those who are concern about all human life.
Those who now must clean up the mess.
Left by separatists conservatives!
Thick with mindsets of incompetence.
And walking on destructive paths!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
'Those who feel they should be invited...
To kneel before the Queen of England,
And be knighted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 47% Mitt Romney Calls Welfare Slobs
61% of these 47% percent of Americans that Mitt Romney calls irresponsible and welfare trash work and pay payroll taxes. Many of these 47% are vets, elderly on social security, crippled and hurting people. He doesn't mention soldiers at war during his acceptance speech NOW THIS....24%% of the people voting for the Romney ticket are in this 47% Romney called welfare slobs; they were voting for him but not no more! ! ! ! ! ! I'm sorry the zombies still will. Romney is an outsourcing business man who hid his money in tax shelters around the world. His 47% perspective is just more of his elitist antics. This 47%number has, elderly people on social security, vets and many hurting people. This shows his perspective on social security and medicare way back to the New Deal and President Roosevelt; it shows that he detests entitlement programs for the middle class and poor. He calls them irresponsible and seeing themselves as victims. So condescending, so out of touch....President Obama wants the private sector to lower this statistic of 47% getting government aid by creating jobs. He doesn't want everyone on the government dole but until jobs are created he wants everyone to get a fair shake at the American Dream not just the rich. The republicans and tea party resist any creation of jobs so they don't give him any credit or help. They paint him as a big government socialist because he uses the government to help the people, all of the people. Romney is a 1% representative and disdains a huge portion of the American people. These fat cats outsourced the jobs and now so many industrial jobs are in China with cheap labor and no environmental standards by people like Mitt Romney and Bain Capital. They hide their money in tax shelters then use that same money for lobbyists and use the right wing Supreme Courts ruling on Citizens United calling a corporation a person with first amendment rights so they can pour money into elections without disclosure. Mitt Romney represents this movement of the power of money not freedom. They even define rape or tried to as they bring their sexist elitist perspective into play....we must resist these new rich elites and power hungry shills
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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So Remotely Distanced
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it.
Fed on elitest ideals and dreams,
With luxurized lifestyles...
In condos with high walnut wooden beams,
Is how many see their purpose.
Surrounded by materialistic 'things'.
And things without enlightenment,
Is a life lived incomplete and empty.
With a seeking of sympathy...
When things are taken away from them and gone.
As complaints from them placing blame on others...
Goes on and on and on and on!
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it,
Too.
Choosing their own sanity to maim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Electronic Support
And as long as I don’t see
You on the television
Or I don’t hear about
You on the radio
Or I don’t even read about
You on the national newspapers
Everything you are telling me
That it is happing to you
I would consider them
As a pure fantasy
As a pigmentation of your
Own imagination
I can even go as far as
To advice you to become a novelist
I can even get angry
If you still persist to talk to me
About the all situation
If you still want me to believe you
If you still want to get my sympathy
If you still want me to help you
With the kinds of sufferings
That you are going through everyday
With the kinds of oppressions
That you are experiencing
With the kinds of famine and malaise
That your wife and children are being victim of
Get on television
Make a radio broadcast
Invite a writer to write about you
Not any kind of writer
A journalist
I insist a journalist
To write about you…Otherwise
I would find it boring to read
So, in short, get some kind of
Electronic Support to inform me
About your problems
While I am in comfort of my house
In my car or even in my office
Then I can believe you
Then you can get my sympathy
Then I can inform the all world
That you are indeed in need
Otherwise…Don’t bother me…
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poem by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ultimate Teenage Love Poem
How dare you dump me just like that...?
before I'd even considered dumping you...
if I'd know you were the dumping kind
i'd've dumped you first.
BUT **** IT HURTS
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Kinds Of People
Theres a time for love, and a time for healing
You cant go back and undo whats been done
Word of mouth, time is revealing
Just how far weve let this kingdom come
Hand in hand, were finding our way
And today is just tomorrows yesterday
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Yeahhhh
A kiss of life, and the hand of faith
A boy grows up into his fathers son
And he learns to love, hes been taught to hate
To carry on the way it has been done
All our lives its debts to repay
And then someday we can put the past away
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Yeahhhh
In a moment, things can change
One look behind and its never the same
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
(all kinds of people of people in this world)
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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