One Fact That Isn't Often Practiced
There is one fact that isn't often practiced.
People who disagree,
With others who always seem to be right...
Do not have to keep banging their heads,
Up against a wall day and night.
Because their opinions have been proven,
To be ones that are dismissed.
They could easily walk away,
To consider and comprehend...
With a listening that begins.
But...
There are those who rather inflict,
Their own pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can Anyone Be Convinced
How can anyone be convinced,
That the banging of their head against a wall...
Has no affect emotionally,
On the ones who may be on the other side of it.
Nor would they care if they are not there,
If someone spends the time to inflict their own grief.
Frankly, the doing of it is rare these days,
Since people are prone to share their agonies...
With those close and claimed to be loved.
How can anyone be convinced,
If they chose to sit on a picked fence...
That anyone paying attention to this,
Hasn't already accepted...
Another one they perceive as being crazed.
And going out of their way to prove it.
Why do the self-centered always believe,
People are patiently waiting to feel their pain?
With feelings they have that can be easily numbed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening
Listening.
And being there for someone loved...
To do just that!
With a mind willing,
To be receptive and clear...
Of opinions sitting,
On the tip of one's tongue.
With a giving of attention,
And staying mum.
Listening to someone.
Listening is not easily done.
For those who have experienced...
A life in which peace of mind has come.
When a listening ear,
Had not been volunteered by no one.
And some who know this...
Do their best to sit with patience.
Listening with no other reason...
But to be there as is wished.
For someone who has selected you,
Just for this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some people are ok with doing nothing all day after they retire, but then some people if they had nothing to do would go mad and start banging their heads against a wall.
quote by Abdul Qadeer Khan
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Everyone Have Their Opinions
Everyone have their opinions that's how it ought to be
And respect their opinions though with them you may not agree
As long as they respect human rights and a fair go for all
The difference between you and them to say the least is small.
Everyone have their opinions and no two quite the same
Even between those who are known to think alike some difference one can name
That's what makes us most interesting we all think differently
And you are very different so different to me.
Everyone have their own opinions a fact that is well known
And like 'tis said of him or her the words to each their own
To others opinions you should not react in a violent sort of a way
We must allow for difference and let them have their say.
Everyone have their opinions that fact with us remain
And as long with your opinions power over others you don't seek to gain
Though your opinions may be very different to mine
I respect your way of thinking and our difference suits me fine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Worthless
They think of themselves as worthless.
And they are.
With no value that has been identified.
Or a self evaluation taken.
It is pointless to disagree with them.
Many have come and gone,
Making attempts to prove them wrong.
To change their visions.
Since their 'visions' given to them,
Had been intended to inflict...
An ignorance that is worshipped.
And those believing themselves worthless,
Will not listen because this offends.
And the ones who wish to open their minds,
Have left alone to condone their mental sickness.
With a saving of their own sanities.
They think of themselves as worthless.
Obvious is this in observation.
And with determination they have proven,
They are this way and they will stay.
To leave themselves and their children scarred,
With beliefs they've been fed...
And will not and wont release,
That which has been embedded in their heads.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rain Falling......
Well, I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
Alone in the middle of the night
My ol'heart begins to feel the pain
Of missing you with all my might
But your not here to share my love
So I'll just face this pain alone...
And listen to the rain falling from above
And face the fact that you are gone
Rain falling from above...
Rain falling for my love...
Rain falling from the skies...
And rain falling from my eyes.
So I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
And listening to how sad it sounds
The rain's only an indication of my pain
And eternal loneliness I've found
poem by Ritika Abigail Masih
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Rain Falling
Well, I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
Alone in the middle of the night
My ol'heart begins to feel the pain
Of missing you with all my might
But your not here to share my love
So I'll just face this pain alone...
And listen to the rain falling from above
And face the fact that you are gone
Rain falling from above...
Rain falling for my love...
Rain falling from the skies...
And rain falling from my eyes.
So I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
And listening to how sad it sounds
The rain's only an indication of my pain
And eternal loneliness I've found.
poem by Patsy Jewell
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I Disagree That Helping People Is What We're About
i'll have to say
i disagree
for all the 16 years i've had seen
heard and read
war
hate
sorrow
pain
murderrape
abuse
and even death
that don't sound like help to me
everyday i walk the streets
of cold and emptyness
while all the people
who've died before
run through my mind
you don't help them
you just walk on by
and i wanna know why?
if we were sent here
to help and care for others
then why are we doing the oppasite
and hurting them instead
that is why i can't agree
but all i can do is disagree
while the world carries on
full of war and hate
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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You Mean More Than Closing A Door
Since we met that night,
I've tried to do right...
By you.
Even showing,
I can bend.
And comprehend your moods.
I've proven this.
Since we met that night,
I've pushed aside my pride...
It's true.
I want you to know,
You mean more...
Than closing a door,
To brood.
Take a moment to just step in my shoes.
Do this and you'll see,
My own wants are left needing.
Take a moment and don't think about 'you'.
When was it you wanted just to hold me.
Console me and just wanted to be near!
Since we met that night,
I've tried to do right...
By you.
Even showing,
I can bend.
And comprehend your moods.
I've proven this.
Since we met that night,
I've pushed aside my pride...
It's true.
I want you to know,
You mean more...
Than closing a door,
To brood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Night
Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
[Chorus:]
All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south
song performed by by Busta Rhymes from Anarchy
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A Spicing Done That Delivers Innuendos
People express their opinions.
And most opinions made,
Have been gossip relayed.
It seems to excite those kept entertained,
By a dropping of their two cents...
Upon situations lived by others,
With the adding of additional...
Nonsensed ingredient.
And when their taste to degrade,
Has been proven wrong...
No apologies are made,
As these people just move on...
To someone else that is picked,
For a spicing done that delivers innuendos...
Without proof or validation,
To assassinate another character as seen fit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Magic Done
There is no magic done,
That comes to one...
Who begins to comprehend.
Maybe a stumbling to overcome,
To get up and start again.
Wisdom isn't a given...no!
Without experience involved.
And that one who seems 'intelligent',
Has probably fallen many times to crawl.
To get up with arrogance to walk again.
THERE IS NO MAGIC!
Or a waving of a wand done.
That is serviced upon anyone,
Who begins to comprehend.
Maybe a stumbling to overcome!
To get up and start again.
And this determination...
Is seldom seen or mentioned with patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desensitize As If To Crave Such Whims
The sad and pitiful people.
Sobbing uncontrollably,
After performing repeatedly...
The most hideous of deeds to see.
And pathetically begging as is witnessed,
To be given a forgiveness they get...
Once again.
Over and over without an end.
The sad and pitiful people.
Making a mockery of those who give,
A forgiveness granted and bestowed...
On the ones whose heads should be severed,
And rolled to expose...
The evil that flows from their veins.
But those who forgive are seen scrubbing away,
Any remaining of dismissed stains.
As they comfort those evil to assist and mend,
To return to a doing with a feeling of being cleansed.
Yet emotionally inflicting more pain that begins,
With a testing of the ones...
Becoming more desensitized as if to crave such whims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Lost In Cloudy Skies
it is the longing
denied
that these eyes
inflict pain upon
its macular
hole
it is this darkness
that is missing light
it is this
denial that presses
truth to the
edge
banging its head
against
the unprecedented
wall
the thoughts
fly upon its big
black wings
beak pointing to
a landscape
in that dream
clouds hang
fold upon layers and layers
blurring
the vision of
your destination
it cannot go back
it has no option but to
move and fly some more
it cannot fall
its feet cut by the sharp
edges of the winds
it finally becomes
an illusion
dissolving in flight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Live In a Democracy
I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
You may have opinions to express.
But not one of them is asked for here.
Not one do you need to address.
In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.
If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.
There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.
If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.
There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
Or do I need to repeat what I've said...
Since you obviously are not listening to me.
You see that door?
Get up and through it exit.
You are no longer welcomed in my home.
For an excuse to play fool.
Or puff up your chest to threatened.
Since ignorance in here is all you've invested.
See that door?
Save some remnants of our friendship!
Get up...
Go through it quick to exit!
We will talk at some point,
When it's agreed we can disagree.
But right now our eyes do not meet.
I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
But for now...
Get the hell out of my house.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outside The Wall
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really know you,
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand,
Some gather together in bands,
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Make their stand.
And when theyve given you their all,
Some stagger and fall.
After all its not easy,
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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How Do I Touch You?
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How can I say I comprehend,
And understand your thoughts.
If you are expecting empathy!
And I wish to share,
Something I've been taught.
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
We are more alike than not, you know?
So much alike,
I want that to show!
But 'how'...
Do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How do I do this?
And avoid conflict!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes I Also Wonder If
sometimes i wonder if
this world is listening
to every word that each man
is shouting against each other
to every verbal abuse
that husbands inflict
against their wives
sometimes i wonder if
this world too feels the harshness
of the sound
of the door that is banged against
each frame
at the edge when hinges
begin to fall out
from each rusted
screw
sometimes i ask if it knows
the pain that nails inflict
upon wood
the decent sharpness of the axe
that cuts across
barks and
trunks
in every tree that falls down
to the forest
grounds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If It Opens
I owe the wonderful memories I keep,
To those who were unafraid to adventure.
The people who kept the reaching of destinies,
On their minds.
And finding the saying of 'why Not? ' unconfining.
So grateful I am to have dismissed limits,
To explore the value of a life given to me to live.
With a willingness to comprehend,
My commitment to the mix and my involvement.
Although I've grown to admit of having little patience,
When listening to those describing their fears.
With excuses to make to have them validated.
I owe the wonderful memories I keep,
To those who were unafraid to adventure.
And as I age to recognize doubters who profess faith...
I am happy not to be that one,
Procrastinating with a hesitation done.
I know what it is to pursue dreams that come true.
I also know what it's like,
To have more of them too!
And I also know too well,
Not to wait for someone else to open a door.
If it opens,
I will not be asked to walk through.
If a door can be opened,
Walking through it is what I will do.
I am a like like time!
With nothing on my mind but moving forward.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And I think both the left and the right should celebrate people who have different opinions, and disagree with them, and argue with them, and differ with them, but don't just try to shut them up.
quote by Roger Ebert
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