Mini Kingdoms Within a State That Bragged
Reality comes to hit hard,
Munipalities.
Treated and acting as if,
Mini kingdoms within a state that bragged...
About an affluence,
Long ago lived...
In a 'we are the richest' state there is.
From a past wished now to continue.
A collective mindset does not exist.
Cities allowed homelessness and hunger,
To persist on the backs of low paid wagers.
The 'haves' have always accused the 'have nots'...
Of being shiftless and lazy.
When jobs from them were taken and not given.
As those who were rich,
Separated themselves in suburban divisions.
Now they find dimes to spend are few.
Minds invested in their futures...
Were incompetently limited, hidden and subdued.
Those outcast and ostracized,
Were slandered and defamed and criticized...
For an outspokenness that addressed deceit and lies.
The rich and the poor now see eye to eye.
But a bigotry does not feed...
Upon an ignorance fed to breed superficiality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Set This Record Straight
Let's set this record straight!
Your foundations...
Structured with tainted funds!
And on the backs of those you allowed to suffer...
In the midst of your deceit and thirst for greed,
Has never attracted me.
That is why I have kept my appearances limited.
And as far away as possible!
I am not after a position as your doorman.
To clown or jester with your nouveau riche friends.
Some recently recovering from negrophobia!
Others who believe you have prestige,
To bestow upon them?
Is fine!
That just ain't me!
I do not object to anyone's ignorance.
Whether temporarily applied or not!
Nor do I needlessly need to stand in line,
To receive that kind of acknowledgement!
Especially from a known oppressor of my attempts,
To live my life without approved limitations!
Nor smiling like I am the master's boot shiner,
Do you get from me.
I have too long addressed my own identity...
With little assistance,
And regretful heckling from my own kin.
Also absent of consciousness.
This is reality!
Not an ex-slave speaking from the grave!
Or an ancestor spirited,
From under some suburban subdivision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliverance In Harmony
When the money is depleted will they cease as enemies?
When they find themselves with cupboards bare,
Will they share this reality?
Or will their stupidity,
Continue as it is?
With divisions they have come to know.
And ignorance to feed.
With stomachs empty...
As they crawl on knees!
'Baritones and sopranos?
Your voices are weakening!
Tenors and altos...
Less vibrato!
I can hardly hear the bass.
Once again.
And folks...
Don't forget,
We are invited to sing...
For the upcoming Unity Festival.
So...
Look alive!
Again...'
When the money is depleted will they cease as enemies?
When they find themselves with cupboards bare,
Will they share this reality?
Or will their stupidity,
Continue as it is?
With divisions they have come to know.
And ignorance to feed.
With stomachs empty...
As they crawl on knees!
'Now 'that' is what I call,
Deliverance In Harmony! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Federation of Unions
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
Isolated protectivism,
With beliefs fading quick!
Has those of a mindset,
Internally struggling...
To maintain foundations in conflict!
And this can not persist like this!
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
Affecting the lives of everyone.
And the change coming to all who resist,
Is going to stun...
By the effectiveness of it!
A federation of unions comes to exist!
And who leads,
Will not be as important...
As those who will be forced to follow!
Swallowing a past,
From times no longer everlasting.
He may have said it!
Many may have regrets.
But all will experience,
And feel the affects of change!
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
But there will be little a few in opposition can do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Rich?
I strive to be rich,
to travel on the roads,
of the capital cities,
in Sedan or limousine.
I work hard to be rich,
to find a lot in Beverly hills,
to buy an aircraft and
a hover to fly and float.
I work day and half night,
to be rich to others sight,
to smoke a cigar of an inch,
and a few girls to pinch.
scanty girls of Los vegas,
dress up, for a living,
trendy sad faced Indians,
walk alone for a living.
I want to be rich,
traveling as a rat,
through the holes of,
capital cities.
She wants to be rich,
He wants to be rich and
we want to be rich, but
people call us rich.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Alliterative Rambling
I often wondered why manmade laws fail.
They are canny compromised concoctions
Agreed to by gregarious, greedy
Souls with agendas, agents for the rich.
These representatives repeatedly
Parrot party politics to pave the
Way to enactment. Actors on a stage
Playing roles with planned scripts from you know whom.
Feigning their motions with faintest vigor
That only con their constituencies.
As long as there are have and have-nots
The have-nots will always want; the haves keep.
The rich control the governing body
Middle-class mental midgets elect them.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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I Could Make A Living Out Of Lovin You
If theres something that needs fixing
Im the man to see
Look me up, Im listed
Just check under b
If youre ever on the spot
Well, Im good with my hands
24-7 Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
I could make a living out of lovin you
Until the work is finished
Well, I dont get paid
I dont mind getting dirty
Thats my middle name
Im in the service business
So I understand
Call me 24-7, Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Solo
Tough jobs, rough jobs, say where and when
Ill leave you my card, call when you need me again
Odd jobs, hard jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Id be a rich man, its true
I could make a living out of lovin you
Im a rich man
I could make a living out of lovin you
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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If I Could Make A Living Out Of Loving You
If theres something that needs fixing
Im the man to see
Look me up, Im listed
Just check under b
If youre ever on the spot
Well, Im good with my hands
24-7 Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
I could make a living out of lovin you
Until the work is finished
Well, I dont get paid
I dont mind getting dirty
Thats my middle name
Im in the service business
So I understand
Call me 24-7, Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Solo
Tough jobs, rough jobs, say where and when
Ill leave you my card, call when you need me again
Odd jobs, hard jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Id be a rich man, its true
I could make a living out of lovin you
Im a rich man
I could make a living out of lovin you
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Bridging A Gap
It is not those who are 'liberal'
Marketing decadence.
It is those who are in control of the media...
Who preach greed and a need,
To fear 'socialism'!
Hoping those unconscious...
Wish to end their own progress,
In heated debates that lack common sense.
Eliminating a feeding of gluttony,
That those rich feast upon in an exclusiveness.
To deny those in poverty,
With diminishing opportunities.
The rich know then,
They will not in deceit be able to get!
And a bridging of a gap between the 'haves' and 'have nots'!
Will spoil reasons there are arguments between...
Those 'liberal' minded,
And those who are conservative snots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Teased to Please In Prologue
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
Mental disruptions occuring without a stop.
Minds feed on evil by what's put into the mouth!
Dieting on meats and other chemicals for taste...
Takes away all senses one has,
And replaces them with those of hate.
Or something teased to please in prologue...
As those sit and wait,
For 'professionals' to debate their foolish fates!
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
And yet indoctrinations come to inoculate...
More brainwashing with empty speeches,
From those who pose no opposition,
As long as it is never too late...
To keep a leeching state of mind kept in place!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~~~Why divide....? ? ? ? ~~~
Moon illuminates
World with silver rays
Make no division
Thatched roof or concrete roof tops
Rich or poor; strong or weak.
T ender breeze
Refreshes the earth
No divisions
Thatched huts or concrete palace
Sandy desert or rain forest
Soothing living being
No divisions!
Harmony of the wild
With trumpets of tuskers
Cuckoos; bells of deers
To the rhythm of
Gibbering monkeys & croaking frogs
Has no restrictions
Rich or poor
Strong or weak
Nature has no restriction; No divisions
Yet, human being’s towards divisions
Continue to divide, endless divisions
Colours, ethnicity, north or South
Developed- 3rd world
Even divide “God”
My god is not my rivals’
What a pity?
Trees produce oxygen
For all living being
We never breathe our own “oxygen”
Little realize I breathe what you exhale
Why we divide …
Why we hide …
The reality of life
Leaving the pride.
poem by Kolitha Lelwala
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18 Square Miles
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And is the home of over four thousand gang members.
Some segments of it,
Look as if negligence is tolerated.
And decadence celebrated.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And sits in a state that use to brag about its affluence.
Clearly with ignorance to salivate.
As disrespect for others is shown...
And lack of discipline and illiteracy,
Considered top rate and obviously condoned.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With hidden pockets of poverty.
Neighborhoods are divided,
Into sections like an apartheid.
With those who control this...
Absent of vision and intelligence free.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With racism practiced as a way of life.
And those who inflict their bigotry,
See themselves in a self righteous light.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And the affects of hunger and homelessness,
Is as protected as the theft that goes on.
The place is only eighteen square miles,
Of illogical standards valued.
Eighteen square miles,
Of blinded physical and mental abuse!
Reflecting a nation,
Unraveling from the inside.
And using those victimized as an excuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State Of The Union
President Obama,
your firm resolve
very admirable...
you preach your dream
for America with
light in your eyes...
you drew your line
in the sand...
but we your people
are still hurting...
we cannot feed our children
on dreams alone..
we need the body
to follow the heart.
bringing the soldiers home,
finally, keep them home!
should have been done
long ago!
jobs, jobs, jobs,
we need jobs...
fair pay with benefits.
fair taxation...
and yes, tax the rich!
all Americans, all colors
and creeds, must walk together,
hand in hand, for the future,
ours, and our childrens'.
the hand of the oil companies,
and the big banks,
needs to be removed!
justice the same for all,
both rich and poor
poem by Eric Cockrell
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They've Got All Of That In Abundance
Every opportunity they have EVER had,
Has walked amongst them.
Staring them in the face.
Following them home and knocked on their doors.
Offered them a smile and a quick hello.
Sat and stood near them wherever they went.
Or decided not to go to come back,
Had been at their fingertips or within reach.
And even tried to leave them messages,
By telephone.
But...
They did not or could not recognize,
What they had before them on a daily basis...
Right before their eyes,
As opportunities.
Or dreams to them sent.
They saw the experience of it all...
As reasons to complain, blame and find fault.
And the only thing they sought with a seeking to wish...
Is the creating of their own dilemmas and conflicts,
Ignorance, self defeating, deceit, cheating and lies.
And they've got all of that in abundance.
And none of this is in disguise as dreams they wished,
That for them have come true.
And if these 'dreams' were not indeed from them wished,
Why do they for them exist?
If not wished...
Why have these realities become accepted?
Who has entertained these minds to find what they've receive,
As gifts?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Millions Out There
For millions out there life is an Earthly Hell
Of hardship and suffering they only can tell
In camps overcrowded with climate and war refugees
Many suffer and die of hunger and disease.
Condemned to Homelessness, Statelessness and Poverty by birth circumstance
Of any success in life they do not stand a chance
The poor and forgotten not wanted anywhere
For many life can be so hard in the big World out there.
In the Human World where the gap between the haves and have nots keeps growing ever wide
Many do end their miserable lives in suicide
And more sad stories of oppression and dispossession we read of and hear every day
Equality from Humanity seems so far away.
A right to a fair go Human Society them does deny
Only to the lucky minority life choices apply
Of hardship and Homelessness and poverty they know
And in a time of economic depression and climate change their numbers do grow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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So Much Trust Has Faded Away
So much trust has faded away,
From a once rich and vast abundant sea...
We,
You and I took for granted.
As we sailed along upon its greatness.
Now we face a stormy turbulance,
Of corruption and deceit!
No one thought could happen.
But it is!
And it is changing rapidly...
The reality,
Few if any are prepared to see.
The one at the helm,
Intentionally 'stayed the course'.
With a promise to 'shock and awe'
At any cost.
But suffer we the citizens...
At a price to pay at our loss.
And those who earned his confidence,
Tried to convince with lies...
A direction that led us to this dead end,
Would someday in our minds make sense.
But none of what has happened does!
Not even vacuous explanations...
That got us here surrounded by,
Exorbitant, excessive and total devastation!
So much trust has faded away,
From a once rich and vast abundant sea...
We,
You and I took for granted.
As we sailed along upon its greatness.
And those who led us into this mess,
Will abandoned us with pensions to spend!
As we tried hard...
To keep whatever integrity we have left.
And even that is highly suspected.
By the few neighbors who can not believe...
So many allowed this destruction,
When apparently closed eyes...
And experienced minds,
Had been too drugged by greed to see!
Who can be blamed now...
For an evaporating patriotism!
When from the top...
The ball was dropped!
And punctured never again to return,
To a game played that required it...
To have significance and a respectable bounce!
Even the one now who is new and will lead...
Is expected to have a magic wand up his sleeve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Allowed To Heal!
Saddled by racism.
Their minds are addicted.
Regardless of a quality of life...
Strangling to exist,
From this twistedness.
And a society constructed,
By a promotion of it...
Finds itself lost in times.
And a collective mindset,
Found scrambling to find...
A way to deny a consciousness,
Clearly demented.
With beliefs what is seen,
Does not demean.
And this illness persisted...
Becomes a wound picked.
Never allowed to heal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silly; Religion: Rich Man Vs. Ghost
honest 'scrooge':
The rich man said 'I care not to breed; time's too valuable to sow my ‘seed'.
Money's my own evil, like cotton has its weevil.
All I really care about is greed.'
rich man is warned:
To rich man one eve came a tall ghost. Said the foretelling ghost to his host:
'All money you can save you can take to your grave,
but in Hell you'll still be scorched toast.'
ooh! scary ghost (not) ! :
Rich man to ghost: 'You're not so clever. You'll find I have no panic lever.
L. R. Hubbard did say 'rich men, live for today;
Scientologists live forever'.'
ghost retorts:
Ghost to rich man: 'I have discovered what became of your L. R. Hubbard.
He told a mighty tale, but his beliefs did fail….
to keep him out of the Devil's cupboard.'
rich man retorts back:
Rich man to ghost: 'I believe you're a liar. I think your tail will be on fire.
I would not hire you …to fix the sole of my shoe, …
let alone 'my soul '. You conspire! ! '
ghost gives up! (almost) :
At that the poor ghost his head did scratch, thinking, perhaps, he'd met his match.
Then he saw the TV. He put on channel three,
and Hubbard's broadcast (from Hell) they did catch.
thankful (formerly-rich) man to ghost:
Rich man said: 'Ghost, I believe you indeed! ! You can leave now on your steed.
but first take my money and bring me a ‘honey',
for I've been long overdue to breed! ! '
poem by Bri Edwards
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He Rode On a Bus
Since he rode on a bus,
They believed him to be without powerful allies.
Since he rode on a bus,
They believed him to be limited in influence.
Since he rode on a bus,
And lived amongst the poor and not the rich...
He was disrespected more.
But only a few knew,
His worth was more than this.
Even though his funds were limited.
And since he chose to ride on a bus,
He knew he could do what he wished.
His life was not lived to acquire material possessions.
His life was lived for him...
To enjoy every bit of it.
Being there with the people,
As his experience.
And if he rode on a bus...
That was a piece of 'his' happiness.
No explanations did he have to make,
Since for him this was a perfect fit.
Unlike the others,
Who expressed pretentions...
Every chance they would get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revisited Dismisses
Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Since falling down presents fresh excuses.
To maim the mental state of minds...
Hoping a delivery of a clarity to find.
Or something quick to reminisce and addict...
To moments when lies and dishonesty was hidden.
Now it is welcomed freely as the air one breathes.
And more are becoming upset...
With the roughness thieves project and leave.
Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Blinded to possess something valued to impress.
As wickedness underneath their feet...
Was authorized with complete deceit.
But fantasies fed became a favorite treat.
And now they are left to eat,
A reality none can digest.
But they had been the ones to feed...
Such greediness at their best.
With a taste of it that lingers on...
As a demand to reinstate,
A way of life from them now gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have Condoned It All
A revamping of stench is hard to diminish.
Urbanite blight and over populated prisons...
Has been a scab on wounds too long ignored.
And reflecting a mindset...
That separates those rich from the poor!
To allow a degradation for the creation of jobs.
Results in economic devastation.
With teachings of depletion.
And praises given to decadence.
Enhancing the presence of crime...
And underground mobs that gain acclaim,
With a focused steadfast attention.
Hypocrites insists these hypocrisies don't exist.
But everyday arrests are made...
From most institutions where traditions have been laid.
Respected leaders and preachers,
And others who say they have faith and pray.
Are seen on TV in handcuffs...
Being led away.
While the youth of today only know greed to feed.
Comparing a good education with high wages.
And common sense to fools,
Who choose to address integrity!
And 'we' have condoned it all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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