Opposing Forces
You should want to be,
At your best when tested.
Those who do,
Get no rest to pester.
And those who don't,
Agonize to manifest unrest...
Somewhere allowed.
You should want to be,
At your best when tested.
Those who do,
Get no rest to pester.
And those who don't,
Agonize to manifest unrest...
Somewhere allowed,
To be carried out.
As divisions join opposing forces,
To ensure taxpaid dollars...
Are freely spent by police,
Called to fleece a few folks...
While getting over duty pay to referee.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defenselessness Of It Admitted
When I was 'in' innocence,
I allowed curiosity to tease me away from it.
And each step taken,
Led me deeper to feed my unrest.
My innocence became neglected.
And now with memories of it...
I wish the innocence I had,
But left...
Was kept more protected.
And decadence less a taste I tested.
When I was 'in' innocence,
I wish I had recognized its power.
Now I am offended,
By my defenselessness of it admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rest, Sedoka
Demand of workers,
for extending rest period,
caused industrial unrest.
Management feared,
rest and unrest both resulted;
fall in productivity.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Faith Proves
Faith proves complex when tested
Sweet when manifested
Faith fills needs to break through
Tested it seemly sinks to depths blue
Faith is a glowing light in a dark tunnel
Faith tested is a dead ending channel
Faith is a destined escape
Faith tested loses all form and shape
Faith is the cry to all battles
Yet tested falls about in loose shambles
Faith is wholesome and complete
Yet tested it feels so much like defeat
Faith moves mountains
Faith tested seems like bondage constrains
Faith is a well planted seed
Yet tested the feeling is hopeless indeed
poem by Wes Mbanje
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I Am The First To Express My Apologies
Why am I able to stand firm and cemented?
And how can I agonize through pain to do it?
I am not a product of innuendos invented.
And my experiences are more,
Than I've revealed to mention.
And when I am challenged by someone,
I have never met with steadfast and fixed policies...
I am the first to express my apologies.
Since I know they have no clue,
As to 'what' and 'who' has had me already tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But He Has Not Been Tested!
They say he is inexperienced.
They say he does not know how to lead.
Are these things being said out of jealousy?
Because he has clearly superceded those disgruntled...
Who lack vision with their outdated deeds.
And leaders around the world applaud.
And he has yet to take a step inside the White House!
Officially as the President, yet.
Is he too powerful to reside inside?
And over the total world population,
It is wished by the people...
That he meets to lead and preside!
'But he has not been tested! '
Say those who protest.
And yet those labelled terrorists...
Are ready to sit and end all conflicts.
With him they wish a peace to manifest!
And put to rest those with an Oedipus Rex complex!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Infest and Manifest
Why do they glare?
Those who stop to stare...
With a bringing of their gloom,
To pollute environments everywhere.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Judges Of Appearances.
Police to guard values and standards...
Molding with age and on the decrease.
Why do they restrict to insist,
Those of ethnic differences...
Should from themselves be distanced quick.
With minds influenced by ignorance,
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Or police to guard what's valued...
Hypocritically!
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Men are not allowed to think freely about chemistry and biology: why should they be allowed to think freely about political philosophy?
quote by Auguste Comte
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Rest on their Souls
Rest on those soldiers who fight a way called war,
Like them and loathe them as much as law,
But altogether celebrate the taste of battle
That is pungent on the mouth of the passer-by.
Rest on the lovers of unrest, of cauldron, of stupor,
On the lovely rest that requires our understanding,
A loan has been committed of strength and justice,
Of war and peace, and of law there is one.
Rest all days then and there for always those who die,
For their laughter is smaller when fresh with life,
They want to retreat into the wilderness.
They would love a little loneliness and misery.
Such is martyrdom to those who object,
On the last one warrior who fitted succulence
In his mouth with a chewing action -
The blame is on him, when he will be general.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Disconnect From the Hustle
Take moments at a time,
To experience complete relief.
Burdens shouldered on your back,
Should be considered as your duty...
To freely release and unstrap.
Manage the advantage,
Of a total needed rest.
Confessions of a selfishness...
Is not yours to manifest.
Or explorations of guilt,
Internalize to upset...
With self inflicted protests.
Take moments at a time,
To experience complete relief.
Burdens shouldered on your back,
Should be considered as your duty...
To freely release and unstrap.
Disconnect from the hustle.
Relax and enjoy that!
Disconnect from the hustle.
Feel deserving,
Not trapped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Shakespeare
Most tuneful singer, lover tenderest,
Most sad, most piteous, and most musical,
Thine is the shrine more pilgrim-worn than all
The shrines of singers; high above the rest
Thy trumpet sounds most loud, most manifest.
Yet better were it if a lonely call
Of woodland birds, a song, a madrigal,
Were all the jetsam of thy sea's unrest.
For now thy praises have become too loud
On vulgar lips, and every yelping cur
Yaps thee a paean ; the whiles little men,
Not tall enough to worship in a crowd,
Spit their small wits at thee. Ah ! better then
The broken shrine, the lonely worshipper.
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Fewer Questions To Ask
The more my mind expands,
Into a broadening clarity that connects...
I see how easy it is for many to invest,
Their time in unrest and acceptance of evilness.
In seems those choices are purposely met and kept,
To perpetuate and manifest as necessities.
Since those who are left asleep to stay that way,
Have fewer questions to ask or demand to be answered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Root of Noise
At the root of noise,
Created and raised by the voices heard...
Of little girls and boys,
Who grow into being annoying men...
And women,
Is an immaturity that is allowed to fester.
Manifested to pester...
By a nurturing of a spoiledness,
That is granted!
This root blooms!
This root is unconsciously groomed...
To quiet a displeasure measured,
By a gifting of material wishes bestowed.
And silenced each time,
To hold those hostage for the rest of their lives.
When all that should have been done,
To nip this in the bud...
Is a firm stroking done to the buttocks.
Not considered politically correct...
But does the trick quick.
Sparing the 'rod' prolongs headaches,
That have a start but do not end...
Those exorbitant medical bills.
Or the beginning of a future that produces excuses...
Connected,
To the root of noise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Ewww...
That's awful! '
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!
Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...'
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
'Don't say it!
Not with...'
Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.
'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tests of Faith
Your God is one of them who likes to be called One,
Afterwards He proclaims that you were tested on it.
I explore the success of the day and find faith in God,
As much as the seeds and spores are still alive.
You would like being tested in a room with others,
An exam is preferred and not you with that fate
Is the Hell or Heaven from it.
Why?
It is simple my friend: your test is One!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Me Alone With The Blues
[d] better pack up your suitcase and [g] leave in a [d] hurry
Now I dont wanna show you the door
[d] since the day that we met youve been [g] nothin but [d] trouble
Now I dont want you [a] here [d] anymore
Run [g] along run along dont [d] pester me further
For I [g] know that youll never be [d] true
If you cant treat me right then get [g] out of my [d] life
Go and leave me [a] alone with the [d] blues
[d] oh you stayed by my side till you [g] got all my [d] money
Now my clothes are all ragged and torn
[d] since the day that we met youve been [g] nothin but [d] worry
Lord I wish I had [a] never been [d] born
Run [g] along run along dont you [d] pester me further
I [g] know that youll never be [d] true
If you cant treat me right then get [g] out of my [d] life
Go and leave me [a] alone with these [d] blues
[d] you may ramble and ramble this [g] whole wide world [d] over
But dont trust any woman you meet
[d] they wont leave you alone till theyve [g] got your last [d] dollar
Then youre just like the [a] dirt beneath their [d] feet
Run [g] along run along dont you [d] pester me further
For [g] I know that youll never be [d] true
If you cant treat me right then get [g] out of my [d] life
Go and leave me [a] alone with these [d] blues
Ron mcgough
song performed by by Hank Williams
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I Don’t Understand Mom And Dad
I don’t understand Mom and Dad
how come Dad can do things
and I’m not allowed
like Dad can drink beer
but I’m not allowed
I asked mom “How come Dad can drink
and I’m not allowed? ”
And Mom said:
“Cos it doesn’t make a difference in his case”
But I don't get it, Mom!
and the other day
I asked Mom if I could join
Dad in the deep end of the pool
and Mom said “No”
and I said “How come Dad can do it? ”
and Mom says
“Cos Dad’s got insurance”
But I don't get it, Mom!
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Enchantment
Rain falls
Like teardrops to release...
Allowing the sunshine to nourish,
And increase our happiness.
Awakening to manifest hope.
Freeing to reap a joyful harvest!
Knowing a faith tested brings abundance.
Anticipated and flowing to encourage...
An enchantment that comes to bestow.
And flourishes uninhabited,
To enjoy in the moment it arrives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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