Like All of Their Other Excuses
One man has been in their presence,
For just a few years.
However,
Their policies have been eroding for decades.
And yet a crisis that besets them...
They claim he has caused.
By exposing their flaws and misdeeds.
This they wish,
Those absent of a consciousness...
Will accept and believe.
Like all of their other excuses,
Laid at someone else's doorstep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaves On The Line
Britain's debt hits a trillion pounds,
What we owe is rising fast,
The response from Cameron really astounds,
Everything's the fault of the past.
Youth unemployment hits a record high,
To the chancellors eternal shame,
His excuses would make a grown man cry
He claims their policies are not to blame.
Billions of pounds of new spyplanes are binned,
Aircraft carriers without one plane,
Our armed forces are being skinned,
Having no defence is utterly insane.
Utility bills are out of control,
As people are dying from the cold,
Culling the weak is this government's goal,
Be worried if you're disabled or old.
Inflation is over four per cent,
Another government pledge is broken,
But still the chancellor won't repent,
That statistic will remain unspoken.
The previous government caused it all,
They're responsible for all this fuss,
If you've got a problem give them a call,
It's got nothing to do with us.
It was all down to the winter snow,
Because it was so severe,
To the shops the nation couldn't go,
The weather had them living in fear.
Unemployment levels hit their highest for years,
Government policies didn't cause this mess,
It was the royal wedding that brought us to tears,
It's that which caused all our stress.
Our economy is now falling apart,
We've now entered another recession,
From their disastrous policies they will not depart,
They're giving us all depression.
Now it's the fault of the Eurozone,
Our austerity was caused by them,
If in doubt give them a phone,
As an excuse it's another gem.
All politicians are so alike,
They love to take but never give,
An honest one's similar to a lightning strike,
You'll never see one as long as you live.
We've heard their excuses every one,
Like their policies they're all in decline,
Our worry is that they have only begun,
What next,
‘' Leaves On The Line ‘'
In Its Right Perspective
Those who look for flaws will find them!
Those looking to be inspired,
Will feel encouraged.
Feeling to be freed of making excuses,
Brings them peace.
I don't make excuses.
My flaws are for anyone to see.
I do not write to keep them hidden.
Nor do I flaunt my power.
Everything here,
Is in its right perspective.
And I've known that...
For quite awhile now!
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Not a One
I don't accept excuses.
None.
Not a one.
Who do I think I am?
One that does not accept excuses.
Not a one.
Given.
Or forced to take on demand!
I don't accept excuses.
None will I take...
To receive.
Since I don't make them.
For you or anyone,
To believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The economic recession in America wasn't caused by bad luck; it was caused by bad Republican policies. But the Republican candidates are doubling down on the same flawed policies that led to the loss of 3.6 million jobs in the final months of 2008 and gravely affected middle class families across America.
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Retribution
I doubt seriously,
If anyone dances with glee...
To know someone has received a retribution,
Done for the doing of their misdeeds.
It's just in the doing of these misdeeds done,
Someone that does them...
Should realize the consequences paid,
Will to them someday come with no excuses made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Policies Allowed
Your policies allowed,
Those 'crazed' to be praised.
With no depth to be appraised,
As consciousness raising.
With no sign anywhere,
That respects intelligence.
And this is 'not' a criticism.
Nor an embellishment of fact.
These comments are made,
From a focused observantion.
And exposed are pretentions...
Successfully charaded,
To masquerade.
When corners are left,
To collect the settling of dust.
And a crust from rust...
Is anxiously swept under a rug,
With a practiced thrust.
There is unsurmountable trouble that exists.
And it should not be offensive to mention this.
If those who clean claim they have worked,
To the extreme.
Lips are quick to lie in high places!
Your policies allowed,
Those 'crazed' to be praised.
With no depth to be appraised,
As consciousness raising.
With no sign anywhere,
That respects intelligence.
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Too Sleaze and Greasy
For decades you caused me agony!
By telling lies people still believe.
And now since we've gotten older,
You want me to accept your practiced apologies.
My suspicions of you aren't overcomed.
I've been victimized by your tongue.
And your abilities may be a bit rusty!
But someone who deceives...
Like the way you've done
To others and with me!
What would make you think I would forget...
How a sleaze and greasy person like you,
Could do what you did with such ease?
There is no need to try to please me.
I have too long considered you,
Someone to keep my eye on and stay away.
Especially since it took me years,
To heal from your mental disease you displayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backfire
It only begins to hurt those,
Who applied misdeeds...
'Now' feeling themselves bleeding.
It only begins to hurt...
When the dirt unearths,
To reveal a stinging pain.
It only begins then...
To remove the shadows,
They've cloaked themselves within.
It only begins to hurt those,
Who applied misdeeds...
Far worse than those,
They have manipulated and deceived!
And when pain is felt like that...
A haunting from it,
Will not relieve!
The suffering torments,
And from them does not leave!
Inflicting tragedies on others...
Backfires upon them relentlessly.
Exposing their darkened ways that crushes!
With a burden they bare eternally to carry.
And there is no escaping.
What has been wished upon others,
Without a consciousness...
Comes to arrest them as they attempt to sleep.
And 'that' they no longer can do successfully!
A backfire unexpected visits.
Mentally squeezing any comforts from them known.
Increasingly as they continue to breathe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Absent From Routine
Absent but not of mind.
Too protective of precious consciousness,
Peace of mind and happiness.
Absent from nonsense.
Professed and not guessed.
And not seeking any to find.
To torment like the rest.
Absent from routine,
And thoughts of wasting time.
Absent from props used for chaos.
And those creating it to market!
As if this is a goldmine.
And the grease of sleaze,
Is there to slop it not stop it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Results From A Completed Self Diagnosis
If your flaws were not so prevalent,
And attached to your consciousness to resent...
You would find a way to make them mine.
Wouldn't you?
And I would not be surprised by your attempts.
Since you do find the time,
To misrepresent, judge to label and accuse.
With the best excuses you can use,
To avoid with a testing...
The results from a completed self diagnosis.
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Contagious Ambitions
Defying the presence of what is that gives.
Sacrificing the path that leads to light.
Even though the brightness of it...
Will not accept any deceptions.
Or excuses as exceptions!
The spread of contagious ambitions are witnessed.
The conditions insisted by those superstitious...
Amuse.
To lift the consciousness from limits existing...
Brings a peace of mind to those unwinding,
From times that kept their egos sitting wishful thinking!
There is no rush to crush those in indecision!
And evaluation done comes to stun!
With an awakening that clarifies...
The arrival of a mental evolution on the rise.
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We'd Like to Make This Perfectly Clear
With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.
Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.
And,
Furthermore...
With emphasis on empathy.
We'd like to make this perfectly clear,
A perception of our greed and thoughtlessness...
Has been more than exaggerated.
'Even though recent videotapings of human remains,
Floating in the waters with ruined vegetation...
Has captured a gross disrespect for the region.
And is directly associated with the activities of your company? '
With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.
Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.
'Then who is to blame,
For this miscalculation of both justice...
And the spirit of wellbeing enforced,
By the Council of World Environment Protection?
Where IS that concern for our fellow human beings? '
With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.
Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Let this be understood,
We are thoroughly and without question...
Extremely conscious of our misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In An Utter Panic
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
Believing those of other ethnocentricities,
Aren't as competent to follow through on policy.
The same standards and qualities...
They have long forgotten and do not recognize.
Since their philosophies,
Have become more attached to distractions.
And these distractions,
Have become their satisfactions.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
And proving themselves to be as blind as bats!
They've succeeded in eroding their own values...
That now have dimmed in broad daylight.
They fight to create their own demise!
With a wish for darkness,
To assist in keeping 'truth' out of their sight.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
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How Glad I Am to See You
When you arrived at my doorstep...
I was not prepared,
To accept your presence.
The day you left,
To explore promises made by others...
You told me then,
My way of life and 'you' did not blend.
You even mentioned my lack of things.
And what I did not have...
That others you sought,
To you could bring!
With a stinging you intended.
You even stated,
How you had hated the sacrifice.
And if I loved you like I did...
I was reluctant to pay the price.
Then I witnessed you gather the support of friends.
Who convinced you our relalationship should end.
And that was done!
With my heartache to begin.
Abandoned you are now.
Without one friend.
Abandoned are your wishes,
That our relationship ended.
And you believe I would leave you out in the cold.
With a sweeping of your BS,
Away from my doorstep.
And yet,
I must confess...
How gald I am to see you.
And yes,
The love you left...
I have kept!
Hoping you would come to realize,
I haver never stopped loving you.
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Only a crisis — actual or perceived — produces real change. When that crisis occurs, the actions that are taken depend on the ideas that are lying around. That, I believe, is our basic function: to develop alternatives to existing policies, to keep them alive and available until the politically impossible becomes politically inevitable.
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Disquieting Silence
Every argument raised and disclosed,
Has resulted in an environment exposing misdeeds.
Fragmented by incompetent self indulgence.
And contradictions upheld with blatant hypocrisies.
Overwhelmed by indecent and decadent depths!
For many decades swept,
Under a rug to keep philanthropic acts of deceit,
Neatly kept!
Although known and shared behind false smiles bared.
And revealing a pain no longer hidden by restraints.
That can be maintained to masquerade treason.
Or complaints of depleted resources hoarded.
The reason their barks are now loudly heard,
To confuse those upset.
Believing their best interests are being threatened.
By a charading chase for terrorists,
On foreign lands nesting!
As they who fight these aggressions...
Try to free themselves of pests!
Those of greed have succeeded.
And yet the mess harvested,
Is not of their doing!
This with innocence they profess.
As they squirm from their own applied screwings.
Scattering investments from bolstered crests!
But no one of clear consciousness,
Can accept the doings of the deeds done.
Watchdogs selected to protect their treasures...
Scholarly dressed have been the best of scum!
And the bleeding that comes,
Affects everyone...
Into a disquieting 'silence' that stuns!
And shocked they can not hock,
Their worthless pretensions...
As darkness descends upon their whims to rule,
And conquer!
As easily as rewritten history shielded in the past!
These are not the days for those transgressions...
To praise themselves in victory,
At the expense of those victimized!
And televised rescue opportunities to prove,
They are and have been always...
Scrutinized for their goodwill!
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Liberals in Congress have spent the past three decades pandering to environmental extremists. The policies they have put in place are in large part responsible for the energy crunch we are seeing today. We have not built a refinery in this country for 30 years.
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Believe it or not
'Believe or don't believe' does not alter the situation
It needs firm belief and thought evaluation
Whoever has brought us on earth or gave new life
We may always need strength to walk on edge of knife
Let us not believe in His existence
Still it will need good following with insistence
Morality and behavior may always be corner stone
Life without such ideals may just be waste and simple gone.
We know it well that we have not descended simply like that
No where you will have exact writings with effect to state
It is common knowledge that there is some factor behind
We need to thank and does not go after reasons to find
No a blade of grass grows without His consent
In every particles He is there and not absent
What else you need as proof not to take note of?
You can remain different or even laugh at
It is altogether different if you accept his presence?
Not believing in any shape but only essence
It is not matter of any dispute as we have broad consensus
There may be some very good points either plus or minus
Let us make one point very clear and that is God is omni present
He is felt everywhere and no one can claim he is absent
It is respected in every quarter even though some opinion may differ
Yet we have so much to pray for an willingly to offer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You've Made All of Them Liars
Let me set something strait...
Your apology stated to me,
May ease your consciousness.
And any feelings of guilt you may carry.
But the fact remains...
Your misdeeds introduced misery,
Heartache and pain in my life.
Caused by yourself and others you lied to!
That 'you' should accuse 'me' of being unforgiving,
I find absolutely ridiculous.
If I were you,
And I am thankful I am not.
I would apologize to everyone you told those lies to.
They are the ones to have suffered from what you've done.
Believing you to provide concrete information.
You've made all of them liars!
I didn't.
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