Petty Wedged and Pressed
Petty wedged and pressed,
By a nothingness...
Too long unaddressed!
A strangulation of progess succeeds,
Where small minds exist...
To keep people with wishes,
And hopes on their knees.
Countrified towns with big city dreams,
Lose youth to dope...
With fast cash to get,
By outmoded schemes.
These folks remain blind,
With jealousies planted in their minds.
Going backwards fast...
And doing their best,
To insure this thoughtlessness
Spreads to knot a tightness that lasts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Town Is Small
No one speaks for me.
No dummy am I,
On a ventriloquist knee.
If you wish to know
What makes me tick...
Pick up your telephone,
Call me quick!
You might even find me dared to be listed!
You don't have to run to my sisters to ask,
What am I doing...
When by me you drive right pass!
And pretend you don't see me,
You do that all the time!
I've known you have been away from 'yours'...
But my mind has been with me,
All this time!
I know you enjoy your gossipying...
But I do have an open line!
And unlike you my head is not up my behind!
There is too much in life to pursue.
But folks with small minds,
Believe they have a say in what others do!
And when a town is small...
Folks like these think they know it all!
Countrified and down homey!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Using This Method
It is not right but easy,
To malign someone's integrity...
When inexperienced minds,
Are conditioned to do it.
Someone perceived to be of goodwill,
With intention to foster good deed...
Is usually discreet,
Using this method of deceit that succeeds.
And in small towns,
The opportunities are greater...
To bait a hatred that is related.
These folks show no closeness at all.
With a love to victimized one another.
'You know what I heard? '
~No.
What did you hear? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ones Second Thoughtlessness
Reaching up to press my best friends bell
On my tiptoes
Whatever made me climb this side of hell
Oh, God only knows
Lifting up another catch and slipping through the blind
Its... its so easy
Lighting up another match to see what I can find
Its... become so easy
But after a while
You can hear yourself breathe
What seems a long long while
You can feel yourself sealed
Ones second thoughtlessness
Nobodys home
Ones second thoughtlessness
Ones second thoughtlessness
Here up on my own
Ones second thoughtlessness
Sniffing around
Hope to get out
Smelling a scent
That something is up
Ive seen this song before
Is this the house my family lives - yes
Ah, Ive been here before
Yes, I did it because, because
Yes, I did it because
Yes, I did it because, because
Yes, yes, I did it because, because
No - because
Ones second thoughtlessness
I am my own
Ones second thoughtlessness
Ones second thoughtlessness
I stand alone
Ones second thoughtlessness
song performed by by Madness
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Predators Indebted
Preying on...
Minds that remain unconnected.
And a preying on these vacancies accepted.
Yes,
Preying on...
A thoughtlessness expected,
That rejects a common sense.
With none of it reflecting...
Those predators indebted!
Let's say it is true...
That greatness achieved,
Was done thoroughly independently.
Let's say it is true...
That a quality of life enjoyed,
Was not supplied or produced...
By foreign imports that seduced.
And deployed to introduce creature comforts,
Now demanded as entitlements.
Let's say it is true...
That land purchases and foundations treasured,
Were not bought and sold by those with cash in hand.
No matter what language was spoken,
Or where undocumented 'aliens' decided to take a stand.
And let's say it is true...
That all that we here do IS envied.
And...
Let's say this is true too...
We are predators indebted!
And beholdened to those kept,
Uknown.
Preying on...
A thoughtlessness expected.
Preying on...
Minds that remain unconnected.
And a preying on these vacancies accepted.
To stay beholdened to those kept,
Unknown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O Town And City To Down And Pity !
O TOWN AND CITY TO DOWN AND PITY
O towns and cities!
If anything goes amiss
In your arteries and veins
Town would tumble 'down'
And city would be a'pity'!
Even the winds have no knowledge
Of the lanes and by lanes
Of the labyrinthine towns!
Let me tell you,
It is no wonder;
The day is not far off
When city folks buy air in kilos
From supermarkets,
And in their living burrows
Churn it with their electric fans
All through the day
To collect every disease
Named and unnamed!
If you search their addresses,
Better approach the diseases
That would guide you in a flash
To their miserable homes!
Both their homes and minds,
Lo, have shrunk like small mustard!
The bit of the sky that they could see
Is just to the size of their plates!
If peace is the one they dream for
They would never get it even in death!
Oh, everything is topsy-turvy here!
They inhale carbon-di-oxide
And exhale their own life!
--S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About in The City
about in the city, get caught up in the lights
walk with the people, anticipate the endless rhythm that is the night
awake each day to the race once again, the race of life,
run towards your dreams, run onto the subway,
because this city’s moving fast, racing forward in a hurry
talk fast and run with fury so you can be more than just a blur to this city
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A Girl from a Little Town
In a little town, close to a park,
Lived a girl in a small house.
She had a dog, who liked to bark,
And always had a cold, black nose.
This girl grew up in the town at last,
And dreamed to leave the city fast.
Her dog was unhappy and sad,
But she decided to follow a lad
Who lived in a very big city
Without any nice dog or cat.
The boy was nice and even witty
And bore a funny, little hat.
The girl dreamed colorful dreams
About the future, interesting life.
And she thought: “I’ve got a good wheeze,
I’ll be a beautiful, young wife! ”
The boy sensed the coming prose
And vanished fast into thin air.
She had to remain in the small house
With the happy, black dog to care.
poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
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Fast Train
Written by: myles goodwyn
I read the colors this mornin
I read the colors today
About a man who left from nowhere to be someone
And every day he has to pay in every way
I met a man from new york city
He spoke of things Ive yet to find
A good man driven from his homeland
Tryin to find some piece of mind
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.
quote by Will Durant
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A Song Of The Future.
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
Go, trembling song,
And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.
quote by Nancy Astor
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The problem with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than their minds.
quote by Walter Duranty
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Totally In Twilight
Some folks actually insist...
What is going on today,
Isn't going on.
And that we should pray...
To avoid the realities!
There are folks like that...
Totally in twilight!
With minds dimmed.
And a thought process completely off!
And people like me are called heathens...
Because I am against being on my knees,
When the basement of the church is on fire!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traveling Backwards
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angels Without Wings
They help people who are in need
They light the path for people lost in forest’s deep
They inspire people who lose their hopes
They soften the hardened minds with their tender strokes
They diminish the burning desire inside people’s minds
They let people taste the feeling of a true hearty smile
They quench the fire of hatred that people so often ignite
They spread the aura of friendship around the place they reside
They try to make this world a better place for living
They are the holy angels on this earth without wings
poem by Henry Chen
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On One Road
If people in places where jealousies exist,
Have no original thoughts of their own or common sense...
An attempt to dilute what is presented takes place.
With a making less effective,
Those benefits for all that could initiate...
A unified doing with a purpose that does not exclude.
Yet...
There are those who prefer,
A continued fast pace of the spreading of ignorance...
That eliminates an awakening to erase comprehension.
And ensuring minds confined are further left behind.
With a keeping of stereotypical images less difficult to find,
And easily found to adapt to definitions confusing the mission.
This is similar to establishing 'one' deity to worship,
But pleasing all who happen to see...
The 'pieces' instead of the whole.
And...
A way to worship this 'deity' differently to appease,
Those who will agree they have come to travel on one road.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chasing Their Dreams
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
And when anyone has material things,
That glistens their bling...
A way is found to obtain them,
Legitimately.
Or, clandestine to shine in their minds.
'Cause...
No one can intervene or prevent,
One who is chasing dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
Or stop them if they could.
No one can or prevent one who is...
Chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would,
If they...
Thought they could.
And then a time comes when achievements,
Have been done...
That one will wish for a life simplistic,
With someone.
Remembered from a past that was happy and basic,
But...
They left them fast to chase,
After their dreams.
OH...
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
OH...
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
And today a basicness is wished,
But...
No one or anyone prevented them,
From chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
Today a basicness is wished,
But...
Chasing their dreams,
Left them...
Caught up in schemes.
And...
No one could prevent them,
From...
Chasing their dreams...
No!
No one would.
No!
No one could.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Eating Of Cookies And Having A Glass Of Milk
I don't know who they think they are talking to.
Or where their minds are.
Since the 50's,60's or 70's no longer exist.
And the 80's and the 90's have also long gone.
And yet they speak to me as if,
I stand in the midst of a playground.
And I am prepared to play dodge ball.
And after that...
We all will share laughs over our enjoying,
The eating of cookies and having a glass of milk.
What has happened to the minds of these people?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises Unkept for friend Chad
The back streets of the city hide
a multitude of untold tales
The mean streets where the stench abides
of rancid dreams left to decay.
Far different from the countryside
the green hills and the pleasant vales.
Where simple country folk reside.
Fresh dreams emerging every day.
The city street may well decide
which man succeeds and which man fails.
The ebbing flowing surging tides
of little men who have no say.
The city fathers try to hide
(but their efforts are bound to fail.)
the city’s seamy underside.
Where petty criminals hold sway.
Some folks escape by suicide
and others fill the city’s jail.
There’s poverty on every side.
It seems the problems here to stay.
Here ideologies collide
But more is said than’s ever done.
The city has no cause for pride.
We’ve little choice but wait and pray.
The city fathers say they’ve tried
but I beg leave to doubt their word.
I’m totally unsatisfied
There’s jam tomorrow none today.
17/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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