Orchestrations
Orchestrations...
As orchestrations are orchestrated,
And as orchestrations go...
Are usually presented as composed.
Or arranged to supply an element of surprise.
This keeps the conductor,
Both popular...
And those arranged orchestrations,
Performed as expected to captivate and thrill.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well-arranged time is the surest mark of a well-arranged mind.
quote by Isaac Pitman
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It seems as if everybody in the country was getting impatient to get his or her particular soldier out of the Army and to upset the carefully arranged system of points for retirement which we had arranged with the approval of the Army itself.
quote by Henry L. Stimson
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Words differently arranged have a different meaning, and meanings differently arranged have different effects.
quote by Blaise Pascal
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Originality Or Freshness In It
So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
Don't you?
Have you ever gone in someone's home?
And made suggestions
As to how they can arrange their furniture
To give the interior of their home a different presence?
It is still their furniture!
They recognize it.
You recognize it.
It belongs to them.
No matter how it has been arranged.
Same thing with stolen concepts.
Or a poet 'borrowing' ideas.
No matter how it has been arranged,
The creating brain knows from where it came.
There is no such thing as 'borrowing' someone else's ideas.
To make them new.
Plagiarists make attempts at this.
And some are so ignorant...
They lift whole passages as if they can not be recognized.
That's how empty their minds and lives are!
AND then there are those who will boldly ASK...
If it is okay to put their name on 'your' efforts!
And then to others brag of their tasks.
But not for too long can they do this.
Repetition bores,
Even those who do not recognize what is presented...
Has no originality or freshness in it to begin with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've arranged a civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology. We have also arranged things so that almost no one understands science and technology. This is a prescription for disaster. We might get away with it for a while, but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.
quote by Carl Sagan
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I Could Have Chosen My Words
i could have chose my words
carefully
to please you all. I could have arranged them
the way you all want them
like the way you presented your points-of-view like the pillars
all aligned to the north star
the one that guides the lost ships
back to their comfort shores. I could have chosen the tone
and specified the context of my intentions. I could have set these words
in a musical scheme that pleases your ears while you sip your coffee
and had a good view of this world
amaze you with beauty and grace
like some well-sought and popular entertainer.......
but i didn't and i have long decided that i won't.
i have never been a pleader
and an entertainer i am not, neither had it become my cup of tea
to see to it that there is comfort in my house......
i am just being myself, and like you, no one pleases me too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Recurring Pain
If it wasn't for Adam and Eve,
None of us would suffer...
From cabin fever.
If it wasn't for the birds and bees,
None of us would say...
A thing about that either.
But there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be played always the same.
If it wasn't for Adam and Eve,
None of us would suffer...
From cabin fever.
If it wasn't for the birds and bees,
None of us would say...
A thing about that either.
But there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
To arrange in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
Like a draining campaign.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
Like a draining campaign,
That gets boring from the strain.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
A brain that seems to be insane!
And a wish to gift others with,
Recurring pain!
Oops!
Ouch.
It's a recurring pain.
And hard to boot!
Ouch.
This recurring pain.
When it is booted!
Oops!
A recurring pain.
And hard to boot it too.
Recurring pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choreographed
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
No matter what plans for peace are discussed,
The game of destruction is the same.
To get those to believe they are under attack...
There has to be a plan created,
To prove that with physical facts.
And they have already done that.
No matter what words are spoken,
This turmoil has been carefully arranged.
And carefully choreographed...
By those who are plotting
To control thought processes
'Delivered' to your brains!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Either By Force Or Nature
If everything about it had been presented,
As it was intended...
This life experienced.
There would be far less people delusioned.
And feeling defensive about the reality of it.
Once someone strips another quick,
To present the value of truths...
Unbearable for many to face.
Attacks begin
Like a collection of toys,
Eventually taken away either by force or nature.
And Mother Nature has a way of not playing,
By anyone's rules but 'her' own.
Once that has been accepted and known,
Priorities have a way of being re-arranged.
And an appreciation for what 'is' sustains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winds Blow Those Lows To Go
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel you destined to reach clear highs.
After riding wild on those lows.
Refusing to look up,
At a cloudless sky...
Without clouding shadows.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel the light sparkle as you dance.
Romancing to enhance the environment.
As if you have kicked up gold dust,
To paint my dreary bouts...
In accepting rays of Sunshine.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
I do.
The chemistry would be so harmonic.
With melodies to skip in lush green meadows.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel you destined to reach clear highs.
After riding wild on those lows.
And those,
Sentimantal memories...
Your mind stays fixed to fill
With hopeful wishes to recapture.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel you destined to reach clear highs.
After riding wild on those lows.
Winds blow those lows...
To go!
Winds blow those lows...
To go!
To go!
Winds blow those lows...
To go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maestro
Why is that guy back again to play the Flute?
He was among the French Horn players,
For many years.
Back then he was hotly pursued.
What is this all about?
The audience stirs with curiosity.
I admit...
I too am inquisitive.
'Perhaps it has all been orchestrated.
I've noticed this new 'maestro'...
Has a unique approach to sound.
And how that sound is produced.
He certainly uses that baton,
Like one no one has ever seen before.'
I've begun to notice,
How his footprint is being implemented...
Quite effectively.
To leave 'this' orchestration,
One to be forever remembered.
And with hardly any opposition.
What is the title of this new composition,
Arranged by this young maestro.
'Let The Sun Rise And Set Over Hawaii'
Interesting.
Very, very interesting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I thought that that was an effort to inject a popular element, a democratic element into the selection of a person who, once he is selected and confirmed, is beyond electoral control.
quote by Stephen Breyer
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Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion.
quote by Jean-Luc Godard
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THINGS WILL NOT CHANGE Mar 20th,2011
Those who are in power want to stay and want nothing to change,
Therefore no compulsory voting will ever be arranged,
And the first-past-the-post system will remain and stay forever,
So why bother to vote because these politicians are clever?
They are like born aristocrats of old with nothing to fear,
And unread poems on the Internet mean nothing around here,
How dare you even think that things might eventually change,
Because proportional representation cannot be arranged.
Without compulsory voting, we could be compared to sheep,
Merely a herd of people where most of us are half asleep,
Political changes are banned in this big and great land,
Even when people write poetry and there is no demand.
Mar 20th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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This door... (to the one who listened)
Take the deepest breath before
you open this immortal door:
here, you will first receive
what you think you want the most:
if it’s to enhance your self-image,
that will be arranged;
if you want to tell others
what it’s all about; even bully them;
there’s a place for you;
if you want to come along to prove
that you knew it all already,
fine.. come in; and later, go…
if you want to prove your life
to have been ruined by others and
it never was your fault –
that can be arranged;
or if you want to be just a little wiser;
or life to be a little easier;
you’ll love it here;
but this is the house to bless you with
two unsuspected further wishes:
when you have tasted
what you thought you wanted
you are of course, free to leave;
but if that which you thought you wanted
turns to ashes in your mouth,
you may wish – and whoosh! it’s gone;
and then there comes the third wish…:
so deep in you that only now
you knew it to have been always there;
here you will find yourself
to be yourself;
so stand here on the pavement; pause;
these are not wood, but golden doors.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Renovated Much Too Late
Redone.
Refurbished,
And...
Renovated much too late.
Although...
Updated are amenities.
But...
There is something that will never please,
A mind re-arranged.
And...
Enlightened by the changes,
Of the times.
Redone.
Refurbished,
And...
Renovated much too late.
Although...
Updated are amenities.
But...
There is something that will never please,
A mind re-arranged.
And...
Enlightened by the changes,
Of the times.
And when times have changed,
Many leave what 'was' behind.
No matter who wishes to have it redesigned.
Since when times change,
Many seek a freshness to find.
Leaving what 'was' that could have been left behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Worked Out
She's got it all worked out in her mind
And you're part of the plan
And you don't have the final word
She's got a long head start on your brain
And your heart is afraid
And you don't get to say you're thinking
Come on make it easy now
Come on make it easy on us all
Come on make it easy now or tears may fall
She's got it all worked out I'm afraid
And your time is arranged
And it's strange but you're feeling fine
She's got it all worked out I'm afraid
And your life is arranged
And it's strange but you're feeling fine
song performed by by Semisonic from Feeling Strangely Fine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ch 01 Manner of Kings Story 32
An impostor arranged his hair in a peculiar fashion, pretended to be a descendant of A'li and entered the town with a caravan from the Hejaz, saying that he had just arrived from a pilgrimage. He also presented an elegy to the king, alleging that he had himself composed it. One of the king’s courtiers, who had that year returned from a journey, said: "I have seen him at Bosrah on the Azhah festival, then how can he be a Haji?" Another said: "His father was a Christian at Melitah. How can he be a descendant of A'li? And his poetry has been found in the Divan of Anvari." The king ordered him to be beaten and expelled the country for his great mendacity. The man said: "O lord of the surface of the earth, I shall say something more and, if it is not true, I shall deserve any punishment which thou mayest decree." He asked: "What is it?"’
When a stranger brings before thee buttermilk
Two measures of it will be water and a spoonful sour milk.
If thou hast heard heedless talk from thy slave, be not offended.
A man who has seen the world utters much falsehood.
The king laughed, told him that all his life he had not uttered more true words than these and ordered the present which the fellow hoped for to be got ready.
Orchestrated Escalations
Orchestrated escalations,
Many can not ignore.
Perhaps the subliminal infliction of this,
Makes it too easy...
To get caught up in it.
Those sweeping to please melodies,
Composed to dramatize effectively...
Are accepted.
With the right applied instrumentation.
And directed to advance the incitement.
Those orchestrated escalations,
Many can not ignore.
Perhaps the subliminal infliction of this,
Makes it too easy...
To get caught up in it.
For some...
Who are not bored.
Or heard,
Snoring!
'Will someone shut up those protesting.
And those who are resting...
Need a nudge or two.
Some of us here,
Desire more of this to digest!
And can not do that effectively,
If some who are sleeping through this...
Express the height of noncomfority,
With obvious disrespect that needs to cease.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything is arranged so that it be this way, this is what is called culture.
quote by Jacques Derrida
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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