Much Like the Use of Cement Is Mixed
The strength in my words is intended.
Much like the use of cement is mixed,
To concrete the enhancement of steel...
Brick, aluminum and/or wood.
You may attempt to weaken it,
By use of any depiction you wish.
But the origin is not in conflict.
Nor is my mission to portray a feathered boa.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concrete Images
hands with veins like vines
creeping up the banyan tree
piling hollow blocks filled with
mixed cement and sand and
pea-sized gravel building this
high concrete post and 8-layered
wall between our two houses
my good neighbors with
square faces do not have
the ability to use kind words
like they are new aliens from
another galaxy 10 light years
away from my bamboo bench.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before They Choose
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose.
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
Giving one the eye to quickly hide!
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
Scouting for a prey,
To play.
And...
People want first to tease before they choose.
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
And...
Do.
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose.
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
And...
Do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concrete & Steel
Hard and cold, like a street of gold,
Its easy to find but so hard to hold.
Smooth and strong but it wont last long,
When the rust sets in, shell be good as gone!
Concrete, concrete and steel.
Its like concrete.
Hey baby, whats the deal?
A heart of stone make you feel alone,
But what can you do when your hand is blown?
Hard as ice, its like tumblin dice,
Before you fall for her boy, you better think twice.
Concrete, concrete and steel.
Its like concrete.
Hey baby, whats the deal?
Dark as night, diamond bright,
Never seen such a strange delight.
Slick as glass, and just as fast,
Youll feel the pain, but it wont last.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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The Tower That Ate People
There's a bump in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard you call
There's a bump in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door
There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers down below me
Digging underground
Feel the building all around me
Like a wrap of armoured skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When you strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
You make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
?
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Concrete
In the city the heart still whispers
Flaking metal a silent witness
Theres chemical fields and cathode clouds
The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans
And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air
And send it coughing to eternity
We can see the bright light but we cant reach it
We are not afraid enough to call
Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot live here
Concrete you dont free my soul
In the city the sound is biting
Cement fingers they are clutching
The emissary of trash decorates the way
No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe
Concrete you dont free my soul
Blackened hands and heart of steel,
No wish to consume, embellish, discard and expire
Concrete you dont free my soul
Concrete you dont free my soul
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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In the West there has always been the attempt to try make the religious building, whether it's a Medieval or Renaissance church, an eternal object for the celebration of God. The material chosen, such as stone, brick, or concrete, is meant to eternally preserve what is inside.
quote by Tadao Ando
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Essential ingradient
No one has fallen especially from sky
This question is pertinently asked and why
Why some of the skinned people are targeted
They are in all walks of life and eminently spotted
To struggle for life is essential ingredient
No one can remain lethargic or silent
To some one it may come easily
But opportunities are available equally
Let us pray almighty for bringing us on earth
The stark reality of life is imminent death
It spares no one and protects none
Let us live the life like everyone
No one can be specially attributed to
It is not proper and equally true
Dedication and hardship has no parallel
Only people excel and come off well
Thank always to the proud origin
There is no scope for any margin
They did all sacrifices for us to bring up
They are our milestones and live hope
All races are of mixed origin and intact
This has been proved right in fact
If one feels proud of what they are
Any illusion may stay always far
White color reflects the rays
Black color absorbs and shows the ways
This is how black people are tolerant
Whites intolerant with weakness inherent
The land to which they belong is most sacred
The powerful mission is to fall in line and lead
No one can claim the belonging to the land
No one foe here and all are one and friends
When nature does not discriminate
How can we show indignation and indicate?
It can not be anybody’s fate
The fortune some times may favor late
The land belongs to us all
We are all here to respond the call
Let us not weaken the cause
With no let up in efforts or pause
Sun shines for all without favor
All flowers offer same flavor
Nature to come in time and go
We are here as human beings to forgo
We have witnessed human ghettos
We all know what was reason or motto?
Let us build race less world
Where relations are warm and not cold
We may face the annihilation
If not maintained proper relation
Not a mention in history may help
It will be merely a blot or slap
The day is not far off when world may realize the fact
The time has now come to work united and act
We are merely powerful tools in the hands of God
Let us not weaken the sprit and words of Lord
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where Those Limitations Are
Why have you encased your feet,
In cement?
'I want to feel what it is like to run.'
But...
Wouldn't that now be impossible?
'For who?
You?
Or me? '
Well...
From my point of view,
What you attempt to do...
Is an impossibility.
'That's why I chose to encase 'my' feet,
In cement.
To prove to 'myself'...
Where those limitations are.'
I would not have done anything like that.
'And once again...
Whose dream is this? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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IF I Was On A Mission To Impress
If my mission was to impress,
To effectively address a perceived ego...
Gone unidentified as an awareness.
With a labelling of being arrogant.
I certainly would not begin,
With a depiction of a forest others do not see...
Although walking through it to go unseen.
Nor would I mention with acknowledgment,
My familiarity with each kind of tree within it...
To call each one by name to express my respect for them.
If...
I 'was' on a mission to impress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revealed From Its Confinement
To attempt the re-inventing of reality,
Will not prevent the existing of it.
Nor will those who have come to know,
The meaning of it as intended...
Accept a diluted second rate creation,
That is not connected to a consciousness...
That 'sees', 'knows' and 'feels' the truth,
As it is delivered to a mind on a mission...
To have it revealed from its confinement.
A new day dawns to awaken and 'wisen' eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beholder Knows What Keeps This Fertile
Perhaps you should use another tool,
To process this.
One that will allow the measurement,
Of prolificness.
Since there is no other way,
You will comprehend it at all.
It's just enough here for you to taste!
Not intended for you to attempt to recreate!
Or complicate your mind,
With 'that' as a possibility.
That mission for you to undertake,
Would not bestow upon you success.
So...
There is no need for your sweat,
To begin to research a way to address it.
Trust me...
The beholder knows what keeps this fertile.
And aligned and in tune with the times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strength Carried Is Done
A tested strength some try to break...
As few come to know it in its invisible state.
Some need validation for this to keep it admitted.
And some are restricted to fulfill limitation.
It seems those who are of strength,
Seek not to keep it acknowledged.
Like a degree earned from college.
Framed to hang as a reminder...
As an enhancement to document challenges.
With accomplishments achieved.
And a strength carried is done.
Sometimes unwelcomed by those feeling threatened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Darker Places
The darker planets are made of you,
Know that your intention is clear;
This strange music floats in the crevices of space,
My black head and amazing weapon loses.
Planets are lost for the fun of music,
We have intended to float in space;
The origin of space is internal and absolute,
For the silent beings are concrete and stained.
poem by Naveed Akram
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No Strength To Stand For Something
If one has no strength to stand,
For something.
That same someone will fall,
For anything at all.
Like someone who sits on a fence...
Convinced this position taken,
Makes some sense...
Without a cemented decision given.
And those who do make concrete stands,
Are often the ones others reprimand...
For being decisive,
Without shifting their intentions...
As if wind blown drifting sand.
If one has no strength to stand,
For something.
That same someone will fall,
For anything at all.
Creating conflict as permitted,
And positive movements to stall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Man Splitting Wood in the Daybreak
The man splitting wood in the daybreak
looks strong, as though, if one weakened,
one could turn to him and he would help.
Gus Newland was strong. When he split wood
he struck hard, flashing the bright steel
through the air so hard the hard maple
leapt apart, as it's feared marriages will do
in countries reluctant to permit divorce,
and even willow, which, though stacked
to dry a full year, on being split
actually weeps—totem wood, therefore,
to the married-until-death—sunders
with many little lip-wetting gasp-noises.
But Gus is dead. We could turn to our fathers,
but they help us only by the unperplexed
looking-back of the numerals cut into headstones.
Or to our mothers, whose love, so devastated,
can't, even in spring, break through the hard earth.
Our spouses weaken at the same rate we do.
We have to hold our children up to lean on them.
Everyone who could help goes or hasn't arrived.
What about the man splitting wood in the daybreak,
who looked strong? That was years ago. That was me.
poem by Galway Kinnell
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The Strength You Seek
My strength seems to be the corner stone
In which you rest on
But you don’t seem to understand
The strength you see in only a mirage
That I have built
Others, This world, your self
Are fooled, or have fooled your self
So you don’t realize the man, the person
You gain your strength from
Needs strength himself
Do you need this Mirage, reassurance?
How can I show you these cracks
Which are widening as we speak
Do I need to scream, shed a tear
Fall at your feet for you to see
You weaken me which each breath
You cripple me with your issues
I myself struggle each day with
The worlds torment
This act can not last long
The day will come for words to be spoken
Or actions viewed and hopefully
My plight is seen
Everyone seems at ease not to ask
Everyone seems at ease to continue on
With this manifestation
All I ask is help my self
poem by Lucas Vincent Desmond
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Words of Concrete
Hard as rock
Breaking effortlessly
These words of concrete
Break right through me
Shattering all that has left
And of my heart what there was to be
Taking the beats away from my heart
With just these words of concrete
Breaking me apart
I stand their waiting for decades
Supported by my trembling feet
Just because I Can’t bare these words of concrete…
poem by Laiba Shams
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Why Are You Not As I Found You?
My wait continues, for that elusive justice I seek-
Do you really care about the truth of which I speak?
What of the natural order, what about our amazing life?
Why do you want to continue with imaginary strife?
You can't invent something in your mind-
The attempt in vain to convince others of a crime!
Truth need matter to you more than false hate next time-
The conflict between your confused mind and fragile heart, need bind!
Alone are you now with your 'conviction',
Imaginary should not have been your depiction!
You are a grave disappointment to all around you,
Why are you not as I found you?
The choice is your's for the deciding,
It is on the side of love I hope you are siding!
Maurice Harris,5 May 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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And There is... a Brick
And there is a brick
A wall that not speak
Silent and still
and doesn't have any will
That is a brick
Some may pray, some may weep
Some kick the brick
That is a brick
Shield not to hurt
Human that lock their minds
But let the brick
takes the wind of change
without regretting
what both sides couldn't send
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Mute
The eyes
Tell me
They long to
See you
The heart
Tells me
It beats
Only for you
The mind
Tells me
To hell with you!
Seeing such
Ambivalence
Life tells me
Love is all about
Such mixed emotions
So why not admit -
I can't live without you!
Ego warns me:
You better not!
If he comes to know
He'll screw the life out of you!
Don't give in,
Don't weaken
If he knows his
Strength, he'll
Overpower you!
It's better to act
Mute to your emotions
Than let him
Exploit you!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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