Left Alone To Self Examine And Heal
When I was chased away,
From all of my hiding places...
I began to see,
My masks on so many faces.
I began to see,
Many adorning my old insecurities.
And I reflected on each step it took,
To achieve my release.
I was left alone to self examine and heal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Have Gone Those Masks?
Where have they gone?
All those masks of the past!
Many masks hiding faces of the ones clever.
One was of love pure,
Another was of friendship innocent
And another was of care entwining.
Those masks had a power
That mesmerised the weak minds for some time.
Where are those masks?
No one sells them as the marketeers
Don`t have much to fill the wallet
From these little transparent masks now.
Masked faces have faded out from amidst us all
And there walk many without faces at all!
The poet himself has none.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Stampede
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
This is not a perception.
This is seen to be believed!
It is happening today,
As gossip told on ears received...
Many are being forced,
To reveal...
Truths unspoken to release and free.
Devastating fiction,
Created to distort facts.
Has produced a host of conflicts.
And those conflicts have returned,
Disturbing paybacks.
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
One must step quickly,
To clear a path for those who run.
A stampede increases...
As these people are clearly in fear.
They are frightened and appear...
Afraid of what is to come!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dependency On Others
All their problems began,
When a belief of being better than others...
Developed in the hiding from their own insecurities.
And their dependency on others,
Has become an obvious revelation.
How great can one leeching to feed 'and' deceive...
Be?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Road home
As I drove through the day ,I thumbed through the past , remembering the good times and the bad times ,the highway
And the back roads, began to haunt me ,with places, that I left behind ,only Ghosts now ,the houses
Boarded up,silent now, where I remembered life, and sound ,strange feeling going back to places that I left behind,a feeling of calm closure ,as I drank from the cold spring, I could feel the cool wind whispering peace ,and the streams flowing time ,as I drove away from that cold mountain valley spring, ,the evening stars began to shine the twilight was setting in,and I began the road home
poem by Troy Harmon from Unknown (26 December 2023), translated by Troy Harmon
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Prioritized Not Disguised
From the beginning of his leadership,
They began a campaign to see him defeated.
From the moment his brilliance began to shine,
They began an advocating of hatred in the minds.
Hoping a decline would blind those...
Supporting and standing behind him.
From the time they believed themselves,
Better mentally equipped...
They began to show themselves dimwits!
And they began to use economic deficits,
To highlight an ignorance that left them with...
A nakedness that exposes their self-righteousness.
Observed now by all who clearly see,
Money can not buy deception for too long.
Or have people collectively believe...
With a masquerading of it as intelligence!
Especially when people have chosen,
To have their interests represented.
And their needs prioritized not disguised by lies.
Although...
There are those who could care less,
If they shred any credibility they may have left...
Just to prove their ineptness and the depth of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undress me! ! ! ! !
Living under a cover
Hiding me.....
Undress my emotions
I want to break free
The inside clown
Long left the stage
Under his mask
A human disguised
Friend, foe or love
This human decides
Changes identity
Changes faces
Amidst the crowd
Masks to change
How do i select? ? ?
When i've lost the clown......
Humans are not unique
Indeed not
Carrying their masks along
Identical and fake
My lost identity
Glued with masks
Shed me off this burden
Undress me
Undress me............
poem by Royston Serrao
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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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I began to hate
I was born a righteous man
Just like you, I'm a loving man
When you stole my land from me
I began to hate
I began to hate
I began to hate you and your children
I began to hate you and your friends
I began to hate with a passion
Maybe I am simply old fashioned
I feed my kids multiple hate pills
Then send them down the road to kill
This is the message I want to instil
Hate
Hate without debate
Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate like the darkness
That resents the day
In the land you took away my wealth
Along with my loss went my health
How can a man learn to love and forgive
When you have not returned
What you were never meant to receive
So I began to hate
I began to hate
I began to hate you and your children
I began to hate you and your friends
My children are taught to hate
Obey questions without debate
With their last breathe they dedicate
A moment of hate
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A Chase
At one hot noon, in the month of Ramadan,
A huge crowd of men and women,
Young and old, in crude dresses,
Looked to the same direction
With fretful faces and grim eyes.
All of sudden they began to run,
As if they were partaking Marathon Race.
Then they stopped out of breath,
Their chests were heaving,
A pause ensued and again they began to run,
They stopped again out of breath
With heaving chests,
And drops of sweat dropping down.
As my van overtook the crowed I beheld,
They were the denizens of my country,
The voters of my dear land,
Being gamed in the hands of politicians,
They held red currency notes,
And chased a truck of flour.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Elaborate Masks
As a child,
I was never one
To have fun playing games,
Of hide and seek!
I wanted to be found.
As quickly as possible.
To explore and adventure.
Not the last one to be discovered,
In hiding.
That was years ago.
However,
Some I know and knew well,
Back then.
Many are still crouched behind places.
Hiding.
Trying to win...
At a game that has been long played out.
And nothing anyone says,
Will remove the elaborate masks they wear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I live by a hill. I began walking it and then I began jogging it and then I began sprinting it.
A new release of Plan 9 happened in June, and at about the same time a new release of the Inferno system, which began here, was announced by Vita Nuova.
quote by Dennis Ritchie
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Faith Alone Is All One Needs To Succeed
If those of goodwill, peace and harmony...
Have created foundations with the spreading of this,
And there are many of these 'structures' today that exist...
With signs adorning them to capitalize upon their purposes.
Where on the streets that support corrupted minds,
Increasing with the giving of time...
Are the ones with those lofty ambitions?
Could they be inside those places hiding,
And too afraid to show their faces...
Outside where their actions,
Would interact with those in need.
And there is a belief...
A faith alone is all one needs to succeed.
And kept inside is a dependency on going through the rituals.
And not performing the actuality of their deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When...
when my prayers
picked up shovels,
hoes, hammer, and nails...
they began to be answered.
when my concepts of truth
put on human faces,
they became reality!
when the eyes of my heart
began to see myself
mirrored in others,
my blindness was healed!
when i finally gave away
the last thing i clung to,
i became free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Froggy Toes
I woke up in the middle of the night
at something that gave me a terrible fright
there at the bottom of my bed
were 10 strange things painted in red
and as my eyes adjusted so
they began to dance and put on a show
first they moved up and down
then began to spin round and round
frightened I pulled up my sheet
only to see that they were attached to my feet
As I began to slowly wake from my slumber
the 10 toes began to do their last number
and as I watched all in agog
I laughed when I saw they were joined by my frog.
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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I Had A Dream 2
I had a dream many years ago;
countless people would know my name
and many would appreciate
all the things I did.
As the years turned into a score,
I wondered if my dream
was only just a dream
and reality had something else in store for me.
Another score of years went by,
my dream began to lose its glow,
and the dark fringes of reality
slowly began to step in.
My dream seem to be an outcast now
something you didn’t associate with,
but it left among the embers
hot coals to ignite the flame again.
More years now went by
totalling to almost half a century
when the dream began to ignite
and become reality again.
The stars don’t seem so far out of reach
and the mountains not so hard to climb,
but was the journey worth it
now questions linger on my mind.
In the wastelands of my past
lie things I will never get back.
The bitter pill of payment for whatever
I may receive from my dream.
6 August 2010
poem by David Harris
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Circle of Friends (Dedicated to my days of flying with Emirates Airlines :)
Miles away I began a journey
This indeed was to make some money
Left my dwellings and love a far
To reach to the top I am here at last
My mission so strong and expectations high
Now my home is a place up in the sky
I for see the world as a challenge to me
Encountering new faces as places I see
Some I find shrewd some smart
But what lies deep within their hearts
Naming them as friends as we all do so
Makes our lives miserable and we cry bitterly low
But this is how it begins and end
If you are entangled in the circle of friends
Copyright © 2009
poem by Meena Mustafa
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The Beginnings
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Circling Around The Moon
There may come a day when you grow weary
Troubled waters stain the paper cup
From other venues other voices carry
Slipped dreams soaking into thirsty dust
Maybe then and there youll find another
Lover with a blank and empty heart
Filled with breath and old cells to discover
Strenght to push the seas apart
Chorus:
On the day we met
I began to want you
On the day we met
I began to lose you too
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling around the moon
There may come a day when you feel anger
China cracked and glued by clumsy hand
Veins of memory touching only hunger
The heart devours what it cannot understand
Chorus:
On the day we met
I began to want you
On the day we met
I began to lose you too
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling around the moon
Maybe it whas then I saw my future
Saw it as a shadow on the ground
Beneath the earth old nails to discover
Strenght to hold my body down
Chorus:
On the day we met
I began to want you
On the day we met
I began to lose you too
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling around the moon
On the day we met
I began to want you, want you
On the day we met
I began to lose you too
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling around the moon
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Beginning
1914-18
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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