Joe The Plummer
He's not really a licensed plummer.
Although he quips,
As if he is legit.
His name is not even Joe!
But Samuel.
Just like a famous Mark Twain...
Who has penned fantasies,
We all are familiar and come to know.
And both Samuels...
With divergent claims to fame.
Have the same thing going!
Opinions about life.
Under pseudo names.
But Joe the Plummer has been given a 'mic'.
To report from the edge of a battlefield.
To describe what war is like!
And how journalists reporting the facts...
Should be banned from doing so.
Since these acts distract.
And he has been given authority...
With a passport granted to speak freely!
On topics of World issues,
And how they should be conducted.
In the support of those who keep...
Peace elusive and obstructed!
As he represents a segment of people,
Totally illusioned and fantasized.
From a point of view that 'legalizes'...
The ears prepared to feed on deceit.
With a continuance of unscripted lies.
'Scripted or unscripted,
This is still BS! '
Of course it is.
For those with wishes,
To keep themselves conscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There IS Something About Living It
I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.
I know how life works.
And from connecting 'that' which is observed,
To what's been heard to the ears...
Produces a clarity.
And reduces assumptions to be deduce from reality.
I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.
And when people say they will do one thing,
But actually do another as was intended to do.
Or those who claim actions done to them happened,
But never occurred as they describe?
They know little about how life works.
And who from a distance has them observed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most of my life I have played a lot of famous people but most of them were dead so you have a poetic license.
quote by Christopher Plummer
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What Point Are You Trying to Make?
Which 'world' was that you said I lived in?
'Your own.'
And which 'world' did you say,
I kept deluded and fantasized?
'Your own.'
Not to stir up controversy between you and me.
But doesn't it 'seem' your world of normalcy...
Has a need for more efficiency?
And doesn't it now seem to you,
From your own point of view...
My 'world' that is totally deluded,
As you refer to it.
Has less conflict?
And much more peace than yours?
'What point are you trying to make? '
None at all!
However...
And I want this made absolutely clear.
You are invited to pay me a visit,
To 'my' world...anytime you wish.
But you are 'not' welcomed to stay!
Since I see from my own observation...
'Your' world seems to be crumbling away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sun Sets On Their Backs
People today upset,
Expect the effects of change...
To be for them painless.
And immaculate.
Raised on delusions.
And entertained by a support of their whims.
People for centuries have been forced fed to feed,
On a way of life...
Slipping away and will soon from them leave.
Then one bright morning a dawning appears.
As one man seen bearing an image clear...
While another with rolled up sleeves,
Prepares to reveal what he carries.
With an anxiousness he says are facts.
And the people are torn between the two.
Hoping from their point of view,
Their fantasies will not from them be snatched.
But...
Nothing on the horizon appears like that.
A truth produced,
Is observed by those looking forward.
While those traumatized and rubbing their eyes...
Can not believe what they see.
As the Sun sets on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politely Ignored Sensitive Issues
topics dangerous not boring
topics taboo change with time
topics modern 9/11 heated
topics old simmer fade off agenda
or erupt renew in hybrid forms
opinions are often cheque banked on
thus once also was the issue of slavery
some gained wealth through the chains
brutality inflicted upon unfortunate others
most politely ignored a sensitive issue
safety sitting upon their neutral fence
while a few enlightened minds risked
all in dreams of freedom
believing slavery to be wrong
prepared to pay freedom
financial blood or life cost.
The issues change faces
the risks still impale
victim sacrificed flesh.
Such is life
gross indifferent preach
without empathy
while sitting upon
neutrality fence
without a care.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Unincorporated Insights V
For what reason do we speak un-freely,
Relegating ourselves to elision?
Our motives are spoken clandestinely,
Enshrouded by baseless omission.
As zombie hoards packed in a ballet box,
Groaning for a persona non grata,
Our disheveled culture carelessly stocks
Its thoughts of banal desiderata.
We replace facts with comforts and patterns.
We substitute our fate for the future—
Devoured like the many sons of Saturn,
Relinquishing our delineature.
We dismantle our bloodlines and unions,
Cauterized by divergent opinions.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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I am not one of those who in expressing opinions confine themselves to facts.
Mark Twain in Wearing White Clothes speech (1907)
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My Birthday Wishes
I can't believe time goes by so fast.
I'm 28 years old in November and finally
I have wishes to God that I'd like to pray.
I thank God for the gift of life.
My mind, ears, and eyes are open wide
Because of His unwavering support and guide.
I know I can never repay His greatest love.
I wish to live in a peaceful world
Where I have nothing to fear.
I wish to see my children playing,
Smiling, kissing, and hugging each other.
I'm quite nervous about the world today.
People have no money and getting hungry.
The poor people are becoming poorer
While the rich are becoming richer.
I wish to have justice for all people.
No more criminals and victims of crime
For the world to live in harmony and peace.
In silent prayers,
I thank God for the answers
To my birthday wishes.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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What Did You Think?
You are going to have much more.
Much, much, much, much more...
To concern yourself about very soon.
Than to try to find a playmate
To fantasize your superiority wishes,
And caviar dreams.
Selecting schemes and deceit,
To feed your ego
Comes to a screeching halt!
IF you can afford to do that...
When the price you now pay for gas,
Rises higher than any pretentiousness
You could invent.
And the time you have spent boring me,
Is not going to move me an inch
Away from my integrity.
While you are focused on teaching me a lesson...
Your whole quality of life and values,
Crumbles before all eyes!
And those are not my wishes.
I have been pointing that out to you for years.
What did you think?
I wanted to distract you?
You have done that on your own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All the Money in the World [trailer 2]
Michelle Williams, Mark Wahlberg, Kevin Spacey, Charlie Plummer, Timothy Hutton, Teresa Mahoney, Charlie Shotwell, Olivia Grant, Romain Duris
by David Scarpa from All the Money in the World (2017)
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All the Money in the World
Michelle Williams, Mark Wahlberg, Kevin Spacey, Charlie Plummer, Timothy Hutton, Teresa Mahoney, Charlie Shotwell, Olivia Grant, Romain Duris
by David Scarpa from All the Money in the World (2017)
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Permanently Affixed
Too many people seek distractions.
Hoping facts never to face.
Praying for a deceit that fits.
Too many people seek attractions.
With a hope to distract facts,
That someday from them will be erased.
And those masks worn to replace,
Faces charading become permanently...
Affixed.
Leaving distacted faces masked,
Never again to face facts with hopes...
Delusions will never from them be erased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Still Have a Few More Days
'We will seek them out,
In their hiding places.
We will reveal who they are!
And you will know their names.'
...and on the issues of Wall Street greed?
'We will seek them out,
In their hiding places.
We will reveal who they are!
And you will know their names.'
...political corruption?
'We will seek them out,
In their hiding places.
We will reveal who they are!
And you will know their names.'
~John? John?
Wake up, honey.
You're having a bad dream.~
'She ruined me! '
~Who, dear? ~
'That lipstick wearing Pitbull!
I saw her...
In my dream!
She and Hillary...
And 'that' one.
They were doing the Electric Slide!
She winked at me as I sat in my wheelchair!
Then they all started dancing the 'Hustle'.
And 'that' one's wife, Michelle...
She was at the mike shouting out the dance moves! '
~John...listen to me!
You've got to win.
I've got to get my beer franchise into D.C.
You promised me!
Now...
Go back to sleep.
We still have a few more days.
Call Trixie the Barmaid.
Maybe she will join Joe the Plummer,
Brian the Bricklayer and Morton the Pizza Man!
If we can get them to appear with you...
At the next rally,
We can wrapped this thing up.
All this publicity is making me nauseous!
I'll handle Sarah.
I took her shopping with me to Barney's 'one' time too many!
Oh...
Wear your Navy uniform.
That should get those undecided voters! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is No Accident
She said what she meant.
And it is no accident,
She represents a reality...
Uncovered by deceit.
Or lies to keep,
Truth fantasized!
The soul of a mate...
That embraces one vision,
Historically denied...
To reflect an honesty.
And correct those flaws kept hidden,
Behind a false and flaunted pulchritude!
Two preview that can and will,
Rise above disguises!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ridiculous
Ridiculous?
I know.
But somehow that is less disturbing,
Than an abnormal existence...
You insist,
Governs a reality...
Assisted and uplifted by misfits believed.
And until my conscious adjusts to this...
Perception you embrace as one I should face.
I feel much safer remaining in a peace you describe,
As a ridiculous way to live my life!
Free of conflict sweetened with deceit.
And spiced by tasty lies I refuse to eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drops of It Hitting Shores Everywhere
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
But how can you keep such a stench out of the air?
How can you keep drops of it hitting shores everywhere?
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Difficult It Becomes Not To Diminsh Life
A mind that compares but is not there,
To evaluate or self examine...
Can not be held accountable,
For a thought process...
Those conscious expect and take for granted.
And those who are conscious,
Have discovered too few prepared...
With an awareness that has awakened,
To appreciate the benefit and value...
Of that which they have as a gift to nourish,
The broadening concept of comprehension.
A mind that compares but is not there,
To evaluate or self examine...
Can not be held accountable,
For a thought process...
Those conscious expect and take for granted.
With the shining of bling and other things,
Bringing into the mix the teasing of temptation...
So difficult it becomes not to diminsh life,
As an opportunity to feed our selfish whims.
With a dismissing of others,
Who do not join in with the fleecing...
Of a weakened and dieing golden lamb.
'It is not a dead horse.
No need to beat it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It was determined, as shown in the report of the Commission, which I can read to you, but I know you are familiar with the report. It states there was disagreement on this issue, particularly as the subject was debated, that there were different opinions about it.
quote by John Sherman Cooper
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Just to Release Some Heat
One is upset,
And protests...
An invasion and occupying done.
And yet,
Does the same thing.
But then again...
One is doing it to market peace!
While the other is not into salesmanship.
They are doing it,
Just to release some heat...
Around a piece of pipeline needed.
Either way...
Deceit is fed,
To leave more innocent dead.
With acts of diplomacy...
To further bleed reality from conscious heads!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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