Out From the Woodwork...AGAIN
Prepare for them.
They are plotting...
To make surprises appearances,
From nowhere.
Out from the woodwork.
Those who once had issues,
With your lifestyle and how you lived.
Those who criticized your efforts.
And everything you did.
But time have changed.
And an exchange of fortunes,
Have occured.
Those who thought nothing of slandering you,
And now wishing for your time,
To impose upon you...
Wanting full attention.
And their voices to be heard!
Prepare for them.
They are plotting...
To make surprises appearances,
From nowhere.
Out from the woodwork.
Those who called you a fool and jerk...
Are out of time, money.
A place to live!
Since they are out of work,
And integrity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Time To Do Has Been Done
Those who have made their false appearances,
Need not to be mentioned with a giving to them...
That kind of attention.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing to others that has been shown...
To leave what has been exposed,
Eventually known.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing not soon to undo...
That proves there has been any integrity intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Second Time
There can’t be second time for everything
Once missed then prepare for second thing
You can’t wait for thunder to strike
It has to any how come from the sky
Some of things are universal and can’t be changed
Animals may have striping on body and hence remain unchanged
We got to accept for our neglect and failure
Nothing in this world can be taken for sure
You will have to seize the opportunity
That is best sign and good quality
Nothing comes second time for good
You must strike and come out of wood
Prepare in advance for striking gold
That can only happen when you are bold
Don’t retrace steps at once failure
Double the efforts and make it sure
There is no first second or last chance
It comes in life time only once and not twice
See to it that you are keeping good promises
Proves to the point and never misses
Wait for one and that to last time
Think it may never return anytime
So seize it with force and never let go
Little negligence or skip means life time forgo
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Digressive Detectors
I've been told on a few occasions,
That I don't spend time fine tuning my poems...
To enhance any 'suspected' relevant,
Thought process.
Digressive detectors,
Are all over the place these days.
And I share with those critics...
They have no idea of the amount of time I spend,
Seeking new avenues to avoid making sense at all.
Or ease into a way to expose my humility.
Please!
I have achievements to accomplish!
To add additional clarity...
For those probing.
I look at it this way...
Anything anyone should find of mine,
To critique with criticisms?
Keep this in mind...
That which you claim to find that is mine,
You have made an illegitimate claim!
Nothing of mine is yours to find,
Had I not put it there.
Hoping you'd be with a microscope.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
And...
I want to ensure,
You reveal your findings...
And make my mistakes public!
I am in waiting for another fool,
To believe I am one as well.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I am not impressed,
With your digressions.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within The Next Few Months
Insinuations made to misguide with a plotting,
Of a shining done of a focused spotlight...
One would like to get,
But has planted few seeds to deserve.
Is a maneuvering done by someone,
On a mission to usurp attention from another.
Only to discover...
It takes more than emoting with a seizing to hold,
An attention from those...
Who seek more than freelanced embellishments.
If discipline with a consistency is not there to be seen,
Any plotting done with insinuations to leave...
Eventually demeans the doer of this activity.
With an unintended declaration,
Of their own lack of motivation taking center stage.
'I understand what it is you 'might' have done.
However...
Unlike the others you've discussed to throw under the bus,
Can you show me more of what it is you actually do?
IF that doing of it as you have stated...
Is your desire and purpose in 'life' you wish to accomplish.'
~Well...I...uh...
Haven't quite found the time just yet!
But within the next few months...
I am certain my schedule will then allow it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A War Song to Englishmen
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
Prepare, prepare!
Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare
Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!
Prepare, prepare!
Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine!
Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue?
Had I three lives, I'd die in such a cause,
And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field.
Prepare, prepare!
The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!
Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens!
Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven!
Prepare, prepare!
Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;
Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause:
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day!
Prepare, prepare!
Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;
The Norman William, and the learnèd Clerk,
And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with
His loyal queen, shall rise, and welcome us!
Prepare, prepare!
poem by William Blake
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day?
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? "
I think you may be right,
But you would be better off to say:
"I compare thee to a winter's night! "
For she is so cold and unforgiving,
If such a fool would try
To venture forth for conquests,
Then such a fool would die.
To take on such a winter
You truly must prepare,
All summer long work hard, work strong,
Prepare your winters fare.
Gather fire-wood and bedding,
Clothes and curtains too,
Get ready for the siege of winter,
Prepare all the autumn through.
Now bolt your doors and windows,
(The time for travel now is through) ,
Light the fire and retire
And let winter come to you.
poem by Neil Milliner
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Sad demises
We egret the demise of close and near ones
Miss their greatness and pardonable acts
Never bothering about unkind gestures
Forgiveness for all in their whole tenure
When father departed, we lost shelter
we were make to run helter scalier
there after we could regain the lost credence,
We definitely lacked the confidence
He did held supreme and pivotal position,
Hardship if any was out of question,
No one dared to point out at us or raise finger,
He never allowed the issue to linger,
I could recover some ground when lost mother
It was big jolt and blows yet another
She stood for all sources of courage and solace
We lived we in small house but felt in palace,
When all departed then I was left with only sister,
All hunt started to find for her a mister,
Mother always worried to find a good match,
Efforts were made many but couldn’t catch,
We always found mother in her,
Same affection love and good care
She handled it well with age maturity
Ladies are gifted with such nice quality
Such is life cycle which never stops,
Situation can be handled when it crops
Rain water may hit ground in form of drops,
Everybody may try to improve when show flops
Whether it is death, birth or rise and fall,
it should, be called as nature’s call
They are inevitable and must be accepted
It is God’s wish and must be respected
We should not loose faith or trust,
Wheels of life must move with vigor and thrust
Life has to be made lovely and beautiful
It must be lived with purpose and be successful
We may be grown like complete tree
All our children may feel secure and free
We may be able to give them what they desire
Our role may be then appreciated and admired
It is noble inheritance and we must treasure
Life should not be termed hard or can be measured
It has to be our efforts to remain fully assured
Live life king size with immense pleasure
Time may come you may also prepare to depart
You may have no time to offer or impart
You may think life was lost from the start
You got to believe it is pure an d simple form of art
Life will be still full of surprises
It may compel you to make more promises
Life will not end with demise of any one
It is cycle that may repeat with every one
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Smasher - Devourer
Fear me not but fear my hell
Man made me so I could kill
Praise me in the name of war
I destroy both rich and poor
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Strength in time of suffering
Man alone is a weakling
Ascension is what you ask
I will be the fall of man
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Salvation...
Those of you who dare to stray
I will tear your mind away
Those of you who dare to stray
I will take your life away
Salvation...
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Salvation...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Time For Me To Fly
Ive been around for you
Been up and down for you
But I just cant get any relief
Ive swallowed my pride for you
Ive lived and lied for you
But you still make me feel like a thief
Youve got me stealing your love away
cause you never give it
Peelin the years away
And we cant relive it
I make you laugh and you make me cry
I believe its time for me to fly
Chorus:
Time for me to fly
Ive got to set myself free
Time for me to fly
Thats how its got to be
I know it hurts to say goodbye
But its time for me to fly
You said wed work it out
You said that you had no doubt
I thought we were really in love
Oh but Im tired of holding on
To a feeling I know is gone
I do believe Ive had enough
Ive had enough of the falseness
Of a worn out relation
Enough of this jealousy and intoleration
I wonder why I even try
I believe its time for me to fly
Chorus:
Time for me to fly
Ive got to set myself free
Time for me to fly
Thats just how its got to be
I know it hurts to say goodbye
But its time for me to fly
Time for me to fly
Time for me to fly
I got to set myself free
Time for me to fly
Thats just how its got to be
I make you laugh and you make me cry
I believe its time for me to fly
Time for me to fly
Thats how its got to be
I know it hurts to say goodbye
But its time for me to fly
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Without A Word Heard To Be Spoken
When someone has been tested,
With each step taken to move forward...
From birth and most of their entire life,
To be judged.
That person becomes aware very early,
Who is or is not basing their opinions...
On the physicality and appearances of things.
To disregard one's efforts to place steps made.
And what each step taken to one taking them means.
To leave the depth of an unexpected thought process,
In time...
To become one's weapon to strengthen one's mind.
With an ability to perceive,
Who deceives.
Without a word heard to be spoken.
Or a superficiality exchanged to go unknown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strangers Meet
When two stranger meet on the way
They express surprises and try to be away
Knowing fully well that his is just an coincidence
And it is not going to carry any relevance
They would converse for few seconds and prepare to part
It will their onward journey and preparation to start
They are sure of not meeting again and exchange warms words
But wish it strongly and exchange few pleasantries in the name of God
But in real life too we act no less than strangers
Try to snatch as far as possible as bad managers
We care for no sentiments or relation
Pose all sorts of problems and raise questions
Where and when do we regard fellow human?
Why do we discriminate between man and woman?
Why even keep distance from good people and try to cheat?
Where time with us to offer little is smile and greet?
We all run after simple formality
Concentrate more on turn out and personality
We take pride in demonstrating it as ability
Where people already know about it as bad quality!
I would suggest a pure mechanism
Where everything is guided by humanism
Man may be poor, little intelligent or fool
Yet he deserves everything in full
Why can’t we offer honor and dignity?
How can we claim it as pure amenity?
It is pure grace from powerful almighty
We are simple creature to accept it as pity
Either of sex is important and meant of each others
Life circle will be incomplete without one another
This must be borne in mind and acted together
As whole load of life will be carried further
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Maybe Im A Fool
(rap intro by derick johnson)
Dangerous lover
With the blue-green eyes
Slides into the room
Hes got trouble on his mind
Maybe youre misunderstood
So come and lie here by my side
cause your love it hurts so good
Every time, every time
Maybe Im a fool for loving you
Maybe Im a fool
Maybe Im a fool for wanting you
Maybe Im a fool
But loves so hard to find
I keep searching every time
Foolish words spoken
Forgotten in the night
When the sun meets the ocean
I wanna be here by your side
Let me give you all those things
That money just cant buy
cause your love it hurts so good
Dont ask me why, dont ask me why
Maybe Im a fool for loving you
Maybe Im a fool
Maybe Im a fool for wanting you
Maybe Im a fool
Maybe Im a fool, but I love you baby, baby...
(rap by derick johnson)
(I keep searching everytime)
Maybe Im a fool
Maybe Im a fool
Baby youre misunderstood
So come and lie here by my side
Cause your love it hurts so good
Dont ask me why, just dont ask me why
Maybe Im a fool for loving you
Maybe Im a fool, Im a fool, Im a fool, yeah
Maybe Im a fool for wanting you
Maybe Im a fool, Im a fool for your loving
Right now
Loves so hard to find
I keep searching every time
All the time, all the time
Cause I cant live without you
Cant live without you
Maybe maybe baby Im a fool for your loving (repeat until end)
song performed by by Culture Club
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So Many Changes
As I sit here thinking of what to say
I sort through my thoughts of what's important to me.
There has been so many changes, yet so much more to be done
And a whole world out there for me to see.
The importance of the individual is the single greatest
achievement of the 20th century.
I dream of a time when we can all come together
To better our community relationships
Which could enable us to make a difference
Ridding us of racism, sexism, greed, and
ruthless businesses.
In order to succeed in the future
It's imperative that we prepare to accept human diversity
with respect and without compromise.
So we have to ask our self's, What surprises does the 20th century
hold for us?
Dianna Nally
poem by Dianna Nally
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Proof Of Their Evidence
Isn't it amazing,
What other people often admit...
They too can do?
After it has been noticed,
Someone who has for years struggled...
And criticized as being and a joke and a fool,
To now have others make claims...
That what someone has exposed and done,
Is not the only one with dedication and devotion...
But like anyone else who could have done the same thing.
And the one given the attention an spotlighted,
Is no exception!
'Yes.
I hear this all the time,
But...
Where were they and their evidence?
And where are the facts producing the fruits of their labors?
Anthing!
I'll even set up an audition,
To quiet their complaints.'
Well...
Thats' the problem.
No one seems to be able to find the time.
'Oh.
I see.
And who amongst us,
Is given extra time....
To sacrifice in the doing of what gets done?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our House Of Prayer
With our house surprises are certain,
The sure men who love me most are in here.
The children have no longer been ill,
And this time we have sickness.
The illness to know is too striking,
It means times of the world are changing.
This time, we call them an angel,
And this angel is deadly for our children.
The house is empty now of surprises,
For the prayers will be answered.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Fool And His Money
The longer love survives
The more it's easy to be blind
When it is obvious it's over
I put my trust in you
I spent my love and I thought I knew
But now things just don't look the same
I paid the price with a love I thought was strong
Counting on you I was wrong
Just like a fool and his money
Just like a fool, I let it slip away
Just like a fool and his money
All the love has gone
You think everything's all right
But love can change that all over night
And the hand you hold is colder
And then your fortunes fade
You really need the gold that you've thrown away
And all you believed in has changed
I paid the price for leaving love to chance alone
Now I know this bird has flown
Just like a fool and his money
Just like a fool, I let it slip away
Just like a fool and his money
All the love has gone
As the rain pours down in a starless night
And my heart longs only for you
A fool to cry
Just like a fool and his money
A fool...
Just like a fool...
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Lofty Ambitions
I do the best I can to avoid confrontation.
Especially in environments in which disrespect,
Has become a sport.
And people are entertained,
By slandering others.
As if to do so gains an appeal,
To the quality of life love by those...
Who thrive on aggitation.
Even answering one's telephone,
May put one on the defense.
Sometimes being cordial,
Welcomes a misunderstanding!
And wanting to exchange pleasantries...
Turns into someone being upset,
Because you wish not to spend your time...
Swimming with them,
Through pools of solicited gossip.
'What's wrong with you?
Why you so 'bland'? '
~I'm just spending a quiet time home alone,
Enjoying my peace and relaxing! ~
'Well, you just do that then!
Maybe next time,
I'll catch you in a better mood.'
I do the best I can to avoid confrontation.
Especially in environments in which disrespect,
Has become a sport.
And people are entertained,
By slandering others.
As if to do so gains an appeal,
To the quality of life love by those...
Who thrive on aggitation.
And all that is desired,
Is a mutual exchange that benefits...
An uplifting of consciousness.
Yes...
I've been accused of having lofty ambitions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Time
One rejects the knowing of a century, in time,
There the clocks are still as treachery, in this time.
The religion connives but contrives a thinking,
One darts forward to end the archery, in the time.
Remind us once more of this clock, a real piece,
One shakes into being due to this butchery, one time.
A feeling makes another one dry and then I go wet,
This felt good until times changed, into flowery of time.
Once upon a time, the real story of my life got defined,
Descriptions altered settings of our robbery in time.
This star I call myself negates surprises,
I feel towards the weak who keep the rubbery time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My life is so full of surprises, nothing surprises me any more.
quote by Kim Wilde
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Done With You
You think you going keep breaking my heart
In your dreams
I'm
Done with you
I'm closing door on you
I'm happy and doing fine
There is other fish in the sea
I don't need a jerk like you
I will found someone better than you
I can't believe I fall in love with a jerk
I'm
Done with you
And your games
I been such fool and got lost in your eyes
I thought you were sweet person
You lead me on
Then at end you just make me crush
I'm
Done with you
So bye bye bye to you
I waste my percious time on you
I wish listen to my friends sooner
So next time I see you I will look away mad and annoy you
I don't care any more
I'm
Done with you
I'm moving on
Don't try to talk to me or call me
Can't you see what you done to me
I'm all screw up because of you
I keep saying things I wish I haven't
I'm
Done with you
poem by Christina Phan
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