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No One Knows Who With This Sits

How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.

Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.

No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!

How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.

No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!

Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock to Hold

Is my back you say you watch,
Still guarded by your protective eye?

Why do I suspect your whispers,
Bring me not cheers...
But a reason to cry?

Is there an unleashing of deceit,
You wish to keep discreet and secret?
Is there envy in your need...
To feed my suspicions,
With a feeling of intuition sent.

I want to suspend this,
As a misundestanding uncomprehended.
But you do not hide,
A harbored intention meant.
Cloaking hints of resentment.
Aiding my discomfort.
Which baits a bitterness I wish not have visit.

Is my back you say you watch,
Still guarded by your protective eye?

Why do I suspect your whispers,
Bring me not cheers...
But a reason to cry?
To leave me with an alibi,
To severe ties from you!

And you have been my rock,
To hold.
And sometimes boldly shoulder.

Has our relationship come to this?
A series of clues...
What we had has been set adrift.
With introductions of mistrust,
And deceit soon to come through once kissed lips.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Found The Secret

I've found the secret.
It's not hidden anymore.
But I must hide it
like it was before.
It needs to be hidden.
For it is forbidden.

I know the secret.
But I'll keep it still.
I must never divulge it.
It must never spill
into the mind of anyone
to let their peace come undone.

I hate the secret
for it ruins my sleep.
But the secret is mine,
mine to keep.
The secret I know
can be yours.
If you find it
it will open all doors.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Electric Eye

Up here in space
I'm looking down on you.
My lasers trace
Everything you do.
You think you've private lives
Think nothing of the kind.
There is no true escape
I'm watching all the time.
I'm made of metal
My circuits gleam.
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean.
I'm elected electric spy
I protected electric eye.
Always in focus
You can't feel my stare.
I zoom into you
You don't know I'm there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove.
Electric eye, in the sky
Feel my stare, always there
There's nothing you can do about it.
Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought
And so my power grows.
Protected. Detective. Electric eye.

song performed by by Helloween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Anything To Please The 'Little Guy

The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.

So foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.

Today a mockery of intelligence,
Sits opposed by those inexperienced.
And money to support these tumbleweeds...
Is increasingly coming from the ones elite!

The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.

And so foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.

'Would you slice my 'Rye'
Before the caviar is placed.
And would you be sure the use of fine china...
Is presented as plated,
With white wine to taste.'

~Sorry to disappoint.
In 'this' shelter...
You get one cot, a blanket,
And a bowl of soup.~

'May I inquire if any of it,
Is 'organic'? '

~You betcha.
Anything to please the 'little guy'!
We are only here,
To inflict and represent 'your' needs.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Observing

Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!

Attacked by desires hyped on TV.
Believing in the spice of variety.
With the dismissal of devotion,
Patience and/or loyalty.

We are just not into it at all.
Not in these days,
When disrespect is the rage.
And being crazed,
Is the epidemic no one seems to fear.
That is clear...
For those observing.
And keeping recommendations,
In their own survival kits!

Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!

People have become entertained,
By their own demise.
And victimize those who attempt to stop them.
As if cocained!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Electric Eye

Up here in space
Im looking down on you
My lasers trace
Everything you do
You think youve private lives
Think nothing of the kind
There is no true escape
Im watching all the time
Im made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean
Im elected electric spy
Im protected electric eye
Always in focus
You cant feel my stare
I zoom into you
You dont know Im there
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove
Im made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean
Im elected electric spy
Im protected electric eye
Electric eye, in the sky
Feel my stare, always there
Theres nothing you can do about it
Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought
And so my power grows
Im made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean
Im elected electric spy
Im protected electric eye
Protected. detective. electric eye

song performed by by Judas Priest
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Give Him Credit For Something

He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!

He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
With a bombardment of truths.
And we aren't accustomed to it!

He wants to inflict us with decisions,
Unlike any made before.
He wants to remove deceit and lies.
And expose us to reality.
To leave that at our front doors.

He dares to reveal an incompetent government.
He dares to be a leader...
Choosing to use common sense.

'Don't be so hard on him!
He has yet to say anything...
About taking away your delusions.
Those he wishes you to keep.
They have been excluded.
Give him credit for something! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Hot Iron

Expose her,
Expose him,
But on the stage like the ceasefire after the war! !
But, whose guns killed these people?

Reverent,
Dignified,
Filthy lucre!
Breed, greed, reed, need, deed, feed, heed, peed, seed, teed, weed;
But new and inexperience! !
However, the conduct of yourself was like the boldness of your sweet love.

You are giving heed to seducing spirits and the doctrine of demons!
And like a hot iron in the land of your muse;
But founded with the law to expose him or her! !
However, a righteous degree is the way of life than the negative chains of war.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Venomous

A two-faced man is more venomous
Than the snake with two fangs.

Bitten by a snake.
One can withdraw the venom.
Bitten by a man,
That's the end.

poem by Taslima Nasrin
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Forbidden Fruit

all the forbidden fruit I ever
dreamt of--or was taught to
resist and fear--ripens and
blossoms under the palms of my
hands as they uncover and explore
you--and in the most secret
corners of my heart as it discovers
and adores you--the forbidden fruit
of forgiveness--the forbidden fruit
of finally feeling the happiness
you were afraid you didn't deserve--
the forbidden fruit of my life's labor
--the just payment I have avoided
since my father taught me how--
the forbidden fruit of the secret
language of our survivors' souls as
they unfold each others secret
ballots--the ones where we voted
for our first secret desires to come
true--there's so much more
I want to say to you--but for
the first time in my life I'm at
a loss for words--because
(I understand at last)
I don't need them
to be heard by you.

Submitted by Venus

poem by Michael Lally
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Resentment?

Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.

Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.

Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.

Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Here to Beat the Beast

I am not here to beat the beast.
Nor did I come,
To sneak a sniff of its presence.
Not to cower kneeling in defeat.
To please rumors of a haunting...
Suffered without investigation.

That beast has been feasting,
Long before I arrived.
And I'm sure...
If it knows you are here in fear,
It will not suspect
I have desires to follow in its footsteps!
Wherever it has been claimed to be.

But I am curious,
Why you have allowed it to eat
From your peace that decreases.
While you complain...
Little of your gains are left!
As you struggle over what remains.
Who and why...
Decided for you,
That should be a position to maintain?

I came to ask the beast to leave.
Not to agree or negotiate my presence.
Like that beast...
I too have needs!
And I will not sit in hiding,
To decide which needs of mine...
The beast can take,
Because I sit in indecision!
To inflict my own heartaches.

Oh no!

I am not here to beat or feed any beast!
But I will make an appearance made known.
And tell that beast to leave my ass alone!
I am not going to endure any conflict,
Over that which I know belongs to me!

That beast needs to see,
I am not afraid!
Where is it?
And who has said the beast existed?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXIV: Secret Keeper

There are three types of keeping secret:
Keeping secret because it must be known by no one
Keeping secret because it can't be told to anyone
Keeping secret because wishing there will be someone who asks it

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Not Even In Their Places Kept Secret

Remember when you thought it fun,
To dump on those
You believed had no allies to come?

And you did this,
With abandonment.
Blinded with merriment,
To pick and choose who to inflict.

Well,
As you enjoyed those moments with glee...
Those you depicted as your enemies,
Never considered to employ the use weapons...
To release upon you their grief!

There is no revengeful need to approach you in that way.
Not when truth produces such power...
That reveals and exposes,
Minds like yours devoured by their own deceit.

They will not have anywhere to rest in peace.
Not even in their places kept secret!
Not even if a return to the cracks and crevices,
From where they crawled...
Should smothered them in darkness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undetected

The only thing left mysteriously kept,
By those denying they hide from truth...
Is what part of it do they believe,
They perceive goes undetected?

And who can be fooled,
Once being introduced to truth...
Will not suspect they have been deceived,
With a blinding of charm and flattery received.

What else revealed to eyes wide open,
With those choosing to conceal...
An obviousness as leaves on Oak or Maple trees?

What else is 'real' or not,
To those wishing to keep accepted reality blocked?
And their delusions ripened and fresh,
Yet protected from those who object.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forbidden Love

Because you were enchanted,
You took my great love for granted...
You thought I was a kitten,
But I turned out to be a lion...
Now that you have been bitten,
You realize,
I am made of flesh, not of iron...
Once and for all,
I took your mask off,
Because of your actions,
You turned me off...
I uncovered the secret
In your heart hidden,
Aware that I ate of the fruit
That was forbidden...
Now, brokenhearted,
I sing a different song,
Knowing that to another man
You belong
While with you I am still in love...
At this moment,
Trapped with no choice,
Hoping that he would hears my voice,
I am pleading for help
From the one above...

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Forbidden

something forbidden
becomes so delicious in the mind
the suspense of deprivation
makes it more desirable

everyday desire takes
upon itself what is forbidden
in the secret room
of the heart
guilt cries but

soon the guilt by extreme need
of the flesh
erases itself like the list
of unwanted friends

everyday what is forbidden is done
until such point
when what is forbidden becomes
a routine
until what is forbidden becomes
the usual familiarity
nothing about what is forbidden
becomes interesting

and then sin does not exist
until the good becomes the forbidden
in the silent room of your heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Democracy?

Media moguls announce our democracy every day,
It's only natural because this is Canada, they say,
Even though we're not allowed to elect someone to our Senate,
So much for our democracy on our Canadian planet.

And appointees to the Supreme Court come from a secret list,
So secret that we are forbidden to read, help or assist,
And death with dignity is completely and utterly forbidden,
They did it to Sue Rodriguez and the reasons were hidden.

We have no recall for drunken or idiot politicians,
These aristocrats can't be recalled because of their positions,
Therefore they want to maintain the political status quo,
So much for our democracy in this political game show.

poem by James Bredin
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Her Confusion.

The little words, the simple moments, how they bothered.
A family that wasn’t prejudice let out the many slips.
The words that cut the confused kids mind.
That allowed the slices on the skin.
Trying to understand, trying to stay hidden.
Her little secret, her deep wounds,
Words that they let slip, unknowingly affecting.
Quietly hiding her truths away, pretending the boys were cute.
Closing her eyes to the awkward,
Letting the words go on.
She wiped her tears in the bathroom, hid the torn flesh.
Went about her long days, keeping her secret,
As the school days passed, the pills swallowed kept back the pain,
The little words, the little slips,
Digging into a confused kid’s brain

poem by KenZ Lauren
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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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