Mallerizers
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
When times were basic and simple,
With little being processed to digest...
To maximize the wasting of time.
People seem to have had enjoyable lives.
And healthy mentalities then.
And then the onslaught of quickness was introduced.
Sleaze and the filth of it and the convenience of fast food.
Producing minds addicted to chemicals.
And remedies to affix new seductions with cures attached,
To match cravings that appeal to diagnosed ailments.
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
On all levels were 'mallerizers' who have been hypnotized shop!
Nagged and dragging in sight with them are their 'mallitites'.
Note:
Mallerizers? Those who habitually shop in malls.
Those in training? Mallitites. Children of the mallerizers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt Rides Attached To The Backs
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
The very ones who find time to solicit others,
To betray without delay a doing done to charade.
For purposes to see others fail they do this.
To only discover there is no escaping from their tricks.
Or erase every evil and heartbreak they have created...
Placed undeserving on someone's path.
With an infliction of mistreatment.
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
And nothing can or will ever repay,
For the suffering they have caused and intentionally done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Thing Ness
no thing ness and being
being no thing
inanimate
animate
arri ving with a notepad
a pen
to take note
to observe
what in seeing
is unseen
to play an unplayed part
in being
unbeing
arriving with a note pad a pen
'observe the empty chair'
'observe the commuter stare'
the servile mechanical limbs marching to work'
observe a face in the looking glass
a mannequin smiling in a shop window
there are so many ways to be and harder still to equate
a no thing state
negate the role the state the art
playing smart with wikapeadia philosopher's who's
who?
according to sartre ..........
poem by Yvette Smith
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Writing the last page of the first draft is the most enjoyable moment in writing. It's one of the most enjoyable moments in life, period.
quote by Nicholas Sparks
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Barber's Shop
Conversations in a barber's shop,
And like a clay tile in the land of your muse;
But walk upon it and tell me how you feel,
And like the state of the mind and the state of the things around us;
But, i will always love you.
The wheels,
The colour of beryl,
And of the same likeness!!
But to be designed like abarber's shop in your township;
For, one wheel was inside heother wheel,
And to be designed like the fruit of love was the nature of things!
All the same, we all need the barber's shop.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shop, she shops!
Once she constantly smiled
Bought cloths and jewelry that gave her style
Shop, shop, shop
She shopped till she dropped
Shop, shop, shop
She just could not seem to stop
Her credit was on top
Her spending way rocket up
She paid with cash or credit card
This Lady was absolutely shopping mad
Shoping malls!
Markets stalls!
Shoes, clothing, and handbags she bought all year long
Spend, spend and spend daily was her beloved song
Shop, shop, shop
She now shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
This lady has now put a stop
Today is different shopping expedition
This time spending with supervision
No more that crazy spending addiction
Her credit card is cut
Her goods seized, the whole lot
Today she spends, her pockets hurt!
She has become street wise
Haggling with each price
She has become precise
About what she needs and not what is nice
Shop, shop, shop
She shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
Her spending has taken a big drop!
This lady has now put a stop to shop!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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When I'm not working, I prefer to sit and do nothing. The simple things suddenly become more enjoyable.
quote by Orlando Bloom
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How Far Above It Can Not Being Of It Be?
After many decades spent,
Living lives on dwindling cash...
And value placed on cards,
Made of plastic...
Senses seem to be coming back,
To minds lost...
In luxurized strife and hustle.
People are finding,
That a basic life can be lived happily.
And detached from rusting things,
Overtaxed!
To come back to oneself,
With renewed understanding...
Is a gift!
People are finding,
A walk through nature...
Can be relaxing.
A quiet park visited...
Can be more welcomed,
Than the constant sounds of flapping lips.
And people arguing over redundant nonsense.
As if attached to habits no one wishes to break.
People are finding themselves.
Realizing crack addicts,
Dope fiends...
And other reflections of their environments,
Had only been an elevator ride away.
As they tried to rise above it.
But...
How far above it,
Can not being of it be?
And...
How far into the woods,
Can one breathe without a tree?
How far away...
How far above...
How deep below...
Can one go,
To be in this 'experience'...
And not of it be?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Two Ways About It
(greg barnhill/kim carnes/vince melamed)
I walked into the club last night
I hadnt been there for so long
Thinking foolishly I might find you sitting all alone
But oh how dreams lie
When she put her arms around you
And I watched you close your eyes
Aint no two ways about it, something here had changed
Aint no going back now, to that same old same
Used to be, you were always there for me
Now theres one thing I know, thats when to cash em in
God I hate to lose you, but theres no way I can win
And Im finding out, aint no two ways about it now
The lights were not too dim to see what was really going on
As the truth occurred to me, the band began to play our song
And you swirled her across the floor
But the thing that got me most
Was when you waltzed her out the door
Aint no two ways about it, something here had changed
Aint no going back now, to that same old same
Used to be, you were always there for me
Now theres one thing I know, thats when to cash em in
God I hate to lose you, but theres no way I can win
And Im finding out, aint no two ways about it now
Now theres one thing I know, thats when to cash em in
Oh, God I hate to lose you, but its looking like the end
And Im finding out, aint no two ways about it
Finding out, aint no two ways about it now
Oh, aint no two ways
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Producing Remedies
When listening became regarded as offensive...
Disrespect found refreshed acceptance.
And now that disrespect is as mainstream,
As naked beauty queens...
Viagra, bras and sex enhancements,
Advertised on national TV...
People are wishing for those 'good old days' to return.
I lived in those days.
And the same people inflicting their prinicples,
Are the same ones in laboratories...
Producing remedies,
That have little to do with finding cures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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042011F strange words
i was talking to my friend
she came up with words
so strange to understand
i thought of people's humor
naming something funny
which is true every culture
we finally agree on lesser
bizarre meaning, acceptable
good thing about it is we didn't
argue but find ways to discover
a venue to make conversation
enjoyable and of course longer
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Observation Says It
Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.
Give me eye contact on this one please!
How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?
Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.
When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.
After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.
When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.
Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!
Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.
'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '
If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.
People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?
That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.
If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dusty's Trail
Dusty's Trail is about…
Hiking up to Laban Rata at 11,000 feet,
Climbing up to Low's Peak at 4,095.2 meters,
Of majestic Mount Kinabalu.
Mount Kinabalu here we come,
Here we hike and we climb,
To explore and conquer
The beauty of the Mount Kinabalu.
Mount Kinabalu located in Sabah,
Land Below the Wind,
Mount Kinabalu, a World Heritage Site,
An oasis of calm and tranquility.
To discover true meaning of life,
Of a world in motion;
To create global awareness of Duchenne,
Let the trail Mount Kinabalu begins the journey.
Challenging climb yet achievable,
To help the Duchenne victims
In fulfilling their dreams,
Becoming healthy children.
This expedition will
build confidence and give hope
Among the Duchenne victims
Among victim's families.
Dusty's Trail is about…
Finding a cure one day,
Finding drugs to ease their sufferings,
Painful relieves among victims.
Let Mount Kinabalu expedition
To create Dusty trail,
To create unity and strength,
To create friendship among climbers from different countries.
Coalition Duchenne's spirit continues
To search funds for Research & Development of new drug,
To provide supports and ultimately find a cure,
For the victims and family members.
May this expedition
Bring hope, inspiration and aspiration.
May the victims continue
to live life to the fullest.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Domestic Abuse
Take a look at the life some choose
Slapped until cheeks are bruised
Kicked till the teeth become loose
Hate and love may be sometimes confused
But the victims always have their own views
And so I watched the accuser
Run back forgivingly to the abuser
And I was certainly not amused
I observe with scorn in my passive silence
People born to massive domestic violence
And the list goes on until I snooze
Some lovers do it due to alcoholic booze
Domestic abuse flows with blows and shoes
Personal confidence is reduced
Regular beatings are introduced
Until there is no more aggressive juice
While the culprit is always on the loose
Victims of domestic abuse
It is time to break loose
From this low esteem glaring excuse
Or tomorrow you will sow the final bad news
poem by Sylvia Chidi (2009)
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Few service industries are designed to be 24x7 in India, and thus there was no 24x7 mentality.
quote by Sanjay Kumar
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A lot of these industries are having difficulty finding reliable workers with the skills they require.
quote by Jerry Rubin
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People can really have an impact on a campaign and learn an awful lot. It can be an enjoyable experience.
quote by Steve Chabot
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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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Manila
the dead are scattered
buried without the rituals
it's a pity, we are crying
about the victims of this calamity
nature claims
what rightfully belongs to its
hands
manila, you are warned
when will you start to mend your ways?
tomorrow will be too late
the trees once sobbed but manila
you never really cared
you dance your nights in sin and plunder
now the victims lay dead
many are homeless and hungry
with nowhere to go
you weep for they are your children
they are your fathers and mothers
your wives and husbands
now, you must hit your breasts
with your fists
now, you must reform your ways.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And you know, I've had great fun turning quite a lot of different industries on their head and making sure those industries will never be the same again, because Virgin went in and took them on.
quote by Richard Branson
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