Not Paid To Be Consultants
Although it is said,
Those living their lives...
In deprived neighborhoods,
Have no clue...
As to how to correct their own dilemmas.
Others from the outside,
Of their own comfort zones...
Are solicited and hired with good wages paid,
To ask those most affected by obvious negligence...
Who are not paid to be consultants,
As to what is it they believe is most needed.
Many wish to see only their hands,
Picking from the cookie jar.
And others enjoy the idea...
Of scrambling amongst themselves for crumbs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Cookies... and smiling
It’s not the way that
the cookie crumbles that matters….
Nor more important is where
the cookie crumbs scatters
It’s inevitable that
the cookie will shatter
It’s an immutable fact
So what does it matter?
No…Its not the way that
Your cookie crumbles that matters
And only a little more so
Of where the cookie crumbs scatter
What’s most important about cookies…
A fact that is so simple and sublime
Is that the people who get their cookies……often
Seem to Go about smiling… most of the time
poem by David Whalen
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First one paid nine
then, two paid eight
then three paid seven
then, four paid six
then five paid five
then six paid four
then seven paid three
then eight paid two
and finally, nine paid one,
wee, wee, wee, wee, wee
all the way home.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Don't judge by adulation.
Paid news, paid degrees, paid titles,
Paid awards, paid felicitations
And the strategic moves count.
The bought judgment culminates all..
09.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Paid The Price
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Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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When It Was Easy to Luxurize In High Rises
It would seem,
From a bird's eye point of view...
Those forced into social dysfunctions,
Are at a disadvantage.
Being intentionally deprived and depraved,
From a kind of lifestyle...
Those who supress,
Had enjoyed for themselves.
When it was easy to luxurize in high rises.
Some still manage to cling on!
But from their condos,
High above the ground...
Overdue utilities unpaid,
Does not keep the electicity or elevators...
Convenient.
Not for those stung by economic realities.
Nor is the air as fresh.
Or leftovers worthy to taste.
If nothing can be saved to keep refrigerated!
And the job of the doorman?
Pretend everyone living within the building,
Has clout and status!
In uniform and exchange of pleasantries done,
The doorman will get paid, go home and eat.
Guaranteed every light that is needed,
With all bills paid...
Will come on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vacuous Space
Space in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
And the winners,
Had been the merchants...
Breathing royalty,
On 5th Avenue!
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
And the bleeding of the people....
Had been seen from their limousines!
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
And It's an off beat situation,
To see the homeless
Pushing carts...
Up on these scenes!
Space in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous space...
In the head,
Once getting paid to lead!
And the trickling of this meanness...
Is a payback for those,
Who had chose to steal
Away sweet dreams!
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead!
It's an off beat situation
Getting fixed...
As the kings are dragged
Screaming
With tainted hands
Bitten and bloodied
By those they chose
To live in tattered clothes
Hungry and suffering
Squeezed from the cream
That was theirs all the time
By such crooked deeds!
Space in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous space...
In the head,
Once getting paid to lead!
And the winners,
Now are the losers
Once the merchants...
Living to scheme,
And breathing royalty,
Like leeches!
On 5th Avenue.
And the winners?
Now are the losers...
Picked by people,
Just as greedy
As the ones they knew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gratuity Paid
The moment to stop complaining,
About anything repeatedly condoned...
Is when one has boarded,
A train, a boat, an express bus...
Or a plane taxing on a runway,
With all exits closed.
~Thank you, God! ~
And after arriving safely at one's destination,
With every piece of luggage packed and intact...
Knowing that a choice to look back,
To ensure a waiter gets the appropriate tip...
Acknowledging a gratuity paid,
Satisfies with a gratefulness.
And...
With a sigh of relief that isn't forced when released.
'You must have come a long way? '
~You have no idea what it took for me to get here.~
'Well...
I do hope you enjoy your visit.'
~I hope so too.
Since I intend to stay.~
'Thanks for the tip!
That's a hefty gratuity you paid.'
~You have no idea how appreciative I am.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Living Within My Means?
Am I living within my means?
Isn't that obvious?
Or have you come to bolt my other foot,
To the floor?
With an ensurance that my success,
In living my life with less...
Will not be seen outside my premises,
To cause a revolt of those...
Who believe my exposure of happiness,
I express...
Is not being assisted,
By a hoarding of vast treasures...
That I keep stored in a treasure chest.
Am I living within my means?
Isn't that obvious?
When was the last time,
You aided with the adding to my budget?
Or helped to unwrap a care package,
Sent as a gift from any of my creditors?
Am I living within my means!
Did you come by to pay a visit?
Or laugh at my situation?
Which is it?
Am I living within my means?
Apparently I am.
And I could do much more of it,
If you paid me less frequent visits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daily Appetizers
The best way to generate an interest,
With a focus fixed on an enemy.
Is to create one.
With bits that are fed in doses that increase.
Division, chaos and promoted conflicts,
Have proven there are those...
Who are skilled with unquestionable expertise,
In fields to undermine the advantages of peace.
And the best are solicited, hired and paid,
To ensure fear and hatred are daily appetizers.
With many becoming more unafraid,
To go beyond their temptations to nibble and taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inefficient World Food Production Distribution
food waste
one country
say old Italy
800 million tonnes
of fruit picked sold
from fruit trees
750 million tonnes
left to rot
never picked
every year
market price
market fixed
market profit
not worth picking
costs more picking
than sold price paid
what a waste?
millions die wanting
millions die starving
millions die hurting
in an inefficient world?
now it is raining
luxury fruits
cherries peaches
blemish on trees
never sold
never eaten
never saves lives
harvest
process
serves
still in old Italy
20 million tones
spoils to market
more money paid
waste paid collected
paid in dump charges
can we not do better?
Italy is but one country
waste in global community
sickens sweet bull commodity
in an electronic age
can we not do better
reduce waste food
shortage shame deficiencies?
China India hungry markets
2.5 billion people droughts floods
increasing phenomena purchases
on global markets now
are undermining food
global world prices now
world’s poorest farmers
are key to deficit farmers’ food
production improvement
efficiency management is key
rising food demand increases
on a waste finite land planet
time for think
tank
needed solutions?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: We Shan’t Be Selfish
Not single friend but many foes have I,
In life, though vast be world in which I live;
All seem to lead this live so selfishly,
And not a moment for others, they give.
And yet, they want all things to happen well,
Throughout their lives and God to be their Friend;
But ego leads them finally to Hell;
Their earthly road leading to a dead-end.
Some correct lives as early as they can;
Some do it in the eleventh hour of life;
Some take the risk of mercy from God’s pan;
Some sacrifice their life, living in strife.
Our earthly toil is rent paid for Heaven!
In God’s Abode will stay afree good men.
poem by John Celes
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They Sat There To Say Nothing
He stood there in their faces,
To say he was more intelligent than they.
And that's why he was being paid,
Huge sums of money at an hourly rate...
For a purpose no one really knew!
And they sat there to say nothing...
Because they hired him to guide them.
And in their minds...
He was the best one they could find,
To tell them all how stupid they are!
While those who resided in this neighborhood,
Got up to leave from the meeting feeling offended...
Since they had been telling the same people,
Gathered to get nothing done as usual...
They were stupid for years and not getting paid a cent,
To tell them this over and over again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Communities and neighborhoods are affected. Idling trains, traffic backups, grade crossing accidents and other safety issues all affect the quality of life in our neighborhoods.
quote by Bill Lipinski
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Measured Feathers
As vibrant, vivid...
And as tremendous as they appear.
Your strut that is peacocked...
Seem to be with measured feathers,
And not as natural as you wish us to believe.
'And...
You dared me to mention this.
And...
Naturally I paid no attention,
To the attention given.
However...
Since your curiosity,
Has obvious Murdered your cat!
I will say this to 'that'.
It is in the strutting done!
And I've learned that for a fact.
Although I will admit,
To using a bit of dye with stencil applied.
Adding to the appeal of my appearance.'
Your arrogance is quite disgusting!
'I wish I could share with you,
The hours I spent...
Hoping to get that re-action!
Thank you so much for vocalizing it.
The others just whisper.
And you have no idea how nerve wracking that can be.
I am here to flaunt and earn controversy.'
Well...
That's obvious!
'Again...
I thank you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Late
you live in lies
fabrications
delusion
denial
childlike fantasies
i live in truth sense
not in negative denials
you say
the way i
treat you sucks
yet it is you
always hours late
for every rendezvous
even in your late time
your late
i paid for your food
your drinks
your friends
i paid for your clothes
your i-pod
your cell phones
your lap top
your cell phones
limited edition model
ego demanded
i paid for hotels
for holidays
for your taxis
for your shopping
i paid your bank account
your credit card bills
your needed operations
you always complain
your always negative
your always late
actually your right
one of us has an attitude
an attitude that sucks
poem by Terence George Craddock
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No business which depends for its existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country. By living wages I mean more than a bare subsistence level--I mean the wages of decent living.
quote by Franklin Delano Roosevelt
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Comfort Zones Owned
No one can claim,
To have comfort zones owned.
Or a place to go totally unaffected,
By the goings on of heightening tensions...
Practiced and condoned.
Whether or not this is conscious.
And those under suspicion,
Seeking to cease dilemmas.
Are those outspoken with no hidden agenda,
But are accused to be nonconformists...
Expressing negativity to spoil those with delusions,
Holding on tightly to them with a wish they are kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stay Away!
THEIR FOOLISHNESS, INDEED'MAKES ME AMAZED!
THEY GATHER AND WORSHIP A BEING THEY CLAIM MADE ALL THINGS IN EXISTENCE!
THEY GATHER FOOD MEANT FOR THEY AND THEIR CHILDREN AND GIVE TO THE SERVANTS OF THIS BEING!
THEY ARE REFERED TO AS SHEEP AND FLOCK BY THE SON OF THIS BEING!
THEY FIGHT AND DIE FOR THIS BEING!
YET I ASK THEE! HOW CAN I WORSHIP A BEING WHOSE HOUSEHOLD IS FED BY ANIMALS?
HOW CAN I WORSHIP A BEING WHOSE FOOD IS BUT FOOD MEANT FOR ANIMALS AND THEIR CHILDREN?
WOE! WOE! ! IS THEIR PROPHECIES!
WOES! AND MORE WOES! !
INDEED! THIS BEING AND HIS HOUSEHOLD WHO EATS OF THE MEAT AND BREAD FOR ANIMALS!
SEND NOT THY SERVANTS AT ME!
NAY! YOU EAT FROM THE CRUMBS FROM THE TABLES OF ANIMALS AND SHEEPS!
AND FROM THIS CRUMBS THY SERVANTS WAGES ARE PAID!
DEMEAN NOT MY EXISTENCE! STAY AWAY FROM ME'I BESEECH YOU!
STAY AWAY!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Couldn't Be More
A guy that is my best friend
That without him my life wouldn't be the same
He's changed my life
So drastically that it would be impossible
For me to be the same person today
Without him in my life
He has always made me smile
Laugh and enjoy life to the fullest
He has always been there for me when I needed someone or
When no one else seemed to care about my feelings
He has understood
Never made me cry
He is always there when I'm crying
And always there trying to comfort me
Trying to make me smile again
I love being around him
For he is the one whom
When I quit
When I’m done trying
Pocks me back up and helps me make
Those crucial
And make me try again
Or when my world is suddenly flipped up side down and
When times get tough
And I wanna die
And end it all for good
Right then and there
He takes the gun out of my hands
And replaces it with roses
Thank you JJ for all you have ever done for me
You have given me another
Piece of my puzzle
And another clue to the person I am
Meant to be
Just because you are a good person
Don’t change anything about your self
For anybody because
In my eyes
You could never be more
Of a man then you are today
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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