Not Forever As Intended
A ruthless viciousness,
Whether fully disguised...
To keep it hidden.
Is still...
A ruthless viciousness determined....
To protect its true identity.
Although,
The nature of its activities...
Eventually becomes,
Unmasked.
For all to see,
What has taken place...
From behind the scenes,
Of its demeaning deeds.
With a deceitful quality...
For many,
Unbelieved!
A ruthless viciousness,
Whether fully disguised...
To keep it hidden.
Is still...
A ruthless viciousness determined,
To protect its true identity.
But not...
Forever as intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People say I am ruthless. I am not ruthless. And if I find the man who is calling me ruthless, I shall destroy him.
quote by Robert Kennedy
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Ruthless
(john duarte/donna weiss)
Night falls so hard
Im just not what I used to be
Left in the dark
You have wasted and walked over me
Its alright, Im not looking for more
I was not prepared to be your lover
Not aware that love could smother me
You get elaborate with your lies
Computer dreams slip through your eyes
Baby, you like to be the king of paradise
So sweet and...
Ruthless
Everybody says your ruthless
And its useless
I dont know how I got through this
You took my love
You were so self assured
You were everything I ever wanted
You always have the power to endure
Thats alright...
Im not looking for more
You do everything you know you shouldnt
I just have to bite the bullet...oh
Dutiful love dont make right, you got my back on that alright
Baby you like to be the king of paradise
So sweet and...
Ruthless
Everybody says your ruthless
And its useless
I dont know how I got through this
Ruthless
Everybody says your ruthless
And its useless
I dont know how I got through this
Five will get you ten Ill find another lover whos born to bend
Ruthless
Everybody says your ruthless
And its useless
I dont know how I got through this
song performed by by Tiffany
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This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it.
quote by Charlie Chaplin
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As we ascend the social ladder, viciousness wears a thicker mask.
quote by Erich Fromm
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Wealth is the parent of luxury and indolence, and poverty of meanness and viciousness, and both of discontent.
Rather than an abatement of her viciousness, a witch gives birth to only female children and witchcraft multiplies.
I regard many of the neoconservatives as personal friends, but that's not stopped them from behaving with extraordinary viciousness towards those of us who raised the immigration issue.
quote by Peter Brimelow
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Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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This' Is 'Their' Relationship
Tormented!
And they sit with the scent of it.
Hoping what has been done and meant...
Will not segment their love.
Yet exposed in episodes.
Although unhinged and emotionally glued.
They have a togetherness,
Outsiders viewing it...
Believe their 'tightness'
Is becoming unscrewed.
Is it?
These two know what they enjoy and do!
Yet 'this' is 'their' relationship.
And dysfunctional lovers though they be...
They are the two involved in it.
Busted and bruised...
In a viciousness for them is bliss!
Is it pathetic?
Is it?
These two know what they enjoy and do!
And better qualified,
To know whether or not...
If their feelings are true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting Duck - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Laying Back - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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When I Long During The Dark Night
When I long during the dark night,
with the stars shining bright above me
it's without the earth's viciousness,
it's as if Your love hangs in those lights
and there is no fear, no pain,
only the sparks of Your fire that burns,
it's as if all my problems disappear suddenly
under the peaceful care of Your fatherly hand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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There are probably several hundred thousand if we narrow the definition to include only those who in their search for money and power are ruthless and deceitful.
quote by Henry A. Wallace
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Others That Were With You
I am returning to you,
Exactly what you initiated...
To create to give to me,
Initially.
The only thing different...
You seem to be without an entourage.
Now...
Help me understand,
If you can.
Why is it that you say,
I am embittered with a vindictive...
Viciousness.
When what I am returning,
Is exactly what it was that you gave.
'But I was not smiling when it was done.'
I can not say if I remember that.
The others that were with you,
Were roaring in laughter!
And as I recall,
I stood on my own...
Alone.
Free of applause and backup.
And...
That hasn't changed.
Have you noticed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God is in the banana skin...
God, say those who learn of Him,
Is eager to be our teacher…
who would love to sit quietly beside us,
like the mother which He also is,
singing the meaning of the simplest words,
the words that we’ll most need..
but if we’re the scourge of the classroom…
He’ll not hesitate to use full physical correction – though
He will start small, in hope we take the hint..
but if we still resist, He's not beyond
thrashing us within an inch of our sad life,
until we're on our knees and begging to be taught...
and if our pride still needs to take a fall,
to restore our humane self –
then God is in
the banana skin..
He’s ruthless in His love…
there is no depth to which He’ll rise
to lower heaven to earthly eyes…
and since He is all women too,
the arts of flirtation are fully in His power…
He’ll not answer letters; not turn up on time;
not be taken your advantage of…
change His appearance; or be seen
accompanying some other to the scene…
then send, out of the blue, a Valentine
that knocks you off your feet of clay..
proposes setting a marriage day…
Yes, God is in the banana skin;
God the teacher is ruthless in his love;
God, they say, made time, so that
we could exercise freewill
in taking our time
to find that our need
is really much the same as His…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Foolish Rush to Pass Our Judgements
Wouldn't it be great,
If we could reach back in time...
And replace our decisions made.
With a clarity now so obvious,
That what was chosen to dismiss...
And the 'who' and the 'why'
For our foolish rush,
To pass our judgements...
Have no intentions to express an empathy.
None to be received in our direction.
The pain,
Is unbearable!
Isn't it?
Now many of us sit with feelings,
Of fading arrogance.
While realizing an ignorance displayed,
With horrific public temperments...
As if self centered children!
And fuming with such viciousness,
Consciously directed to 'that'
Which unknowingly to 'us' had our backs.
That are now up against the wall.
As some choose to wear Foster Grants,
To hide the tears falling from their eyes.
And those who knew of our activities done,
Now shun 'us'!
With a wish not to look in our direction.
Those kind of lessons learned forever scar.
Leaving the ones who have chosen to masquerade,
In the wrong parades selected...
To flaunt irreplaceable misdeeds.
Pleading for an opportunity,
To correct what has been done!
And anyone who has ever done this before,
Knows how difficult it is...
To retrieve and collect thrown confetti!
The quality of it with a freshness maintained,
Will never be the same.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faithful Leader
May our minds be faithful to the truth,
Madness is the pleasure of the ruthless.
The company of angels is only found by the clergy
Or the leaders of faith who are not mad or ruthless.
Guesses are flourishing from too much sunlight,
Minds are like the light from the blindness of men.
If you are blind, more is attained and so the mind is elegant
And beautiful in its charisma, the mind is totally intelligent.
Any cleric would find religion for his very blindness,
But sunlight is a tale to tell, a tale to spell to the public.
Leaders of the faithful need the day to act like non-sinners,
And goodness will start to flourish, acting like angelic men.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Me: The thief of my Identity
The thief of my Identity
To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me
I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
If not for my soul,
I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another
It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer,
It is most content, when you are in despair.
When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune
poem by Brad Combs
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The kid identity
The kid identity
Look at me,
It is not my true identity,
But when they see the true true me,
I am nothing but a messed up key,
When they see my true identity,
They want to go back to what they thought was me,
But they must not go and see,
Who my true identity could really be,
Just remember I’m my real identity.
By: Colby Selter
poem by Colby Selter
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Teenage Wolves
Teenagers are like wolves
traveling in packs preying on the oblivious
hunting down the unwanted
fighting to survive in the wild
nurturing the prizes it has won in the heat of an argument
fighting to be a leader
snarling when things go wrong
howling when things go right
the cunningness that passed all understanding
the viciousness that pumps threw their blood like fire,
the adrenaline that never quits
poem by Xavier Rogers
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