Planting Misdeeds
Envy and jealousy kept to keep to spread,
Eventually creeps into the heads of others.
And this feeling deep seated,
Increases in the minds of sisters and brothers...
To find them defeated every time.
With hidden agendas and secret plots to deplete,
Happiness shown of any kind
Leaving a hatred left to suffer by all.
Take a look.
Petty thieves, leeching crooks and deceivers...
Are everywhere planting misdeeds.
Ask yourself this question.
'With what effectiveness am I participating,
In the nurturing of weeds to kill the bloom of flowers?
And is my progress as successful as it can be? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking All The Rules
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.
I can feel it!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Villanelle: Blest Art the Poor
God keeps me better than many others!
And yet, I seem very dissatisfied;
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Despite their troubles, nothing them bothers;
They seem to wear a smile on sad a face;
God keeps me better than many others!
Neither the sun or moon or rain or cold matters;
They laugh away their problems most, always.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Some shelterless do wear clothes in tatters;
Their children play amusing all in ways.
God keeps me better than many others!
They bathe happily in river-waters;
They play in mud and run in sand a race.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
The forests give them wood, berries, feathers;
No grief or strife can halt their living pace.
God keeps me better than many others!
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2005
(my first villanelle)
poem by John Celes
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of The Spotlight And Off The Scene
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
Targeted on their priority list,
Are those who make strides and mind their own business.
And the ones who oppose this,
Seem to have time on their hands...
To discredit and undermine,
Those who are motivated with ambitions of some kind.
And behind the minds of those insecure,
Is nothing but to advocate an 'innocent' approach...
To spread a bit of wickedness and initiate hate.
With vocal implications...
To character assassinate those of good deeds,
Who are of goodwill.
Wishing to do for others,
Often kills someone's commitment to fulfill...
Promises made to promote others with abilities,
Because they often are without tremendous egos...
With mindsets placed on the making of dollar bills.
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
With a wish to get attention...
That removes another who gets it,
Without intention.
But still there is a wish to get them...
Out of the spotlight and off the scene.
And...
By any evil means necessary!
To diminish, eventually, a credibility....
Jealousy and envy had never earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brothers & Sisters
[ Brothers & Sisters EP ]
Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters unite,
It's the time of your lives, it's the time of your lives,
Breakdown, breakdown,
Got to spread love around, got to spread love around.
Brothers and sisters feel fine,
It's the time of your life, it's the time of your life,
No sound, No sound,
Like this feeling you found, like this feeling you found,
Just stay down, cos sometimes you feel, so stay down.
Sometimes you feel.
And it's me they're looking for,
And it's me I will never survive,
But will be around so long.
Brothers and sisters unite.
Just stay down,
And sometimes you feel,
Just stay down,
And sometimes you feel,
And it's me they're looking for,
And it's me , I will never survive,
But will be round so long.
song performed by by Coldplay
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It's Like A Truth Versus Nonsense
A content achieved,
Can not compete...
With envy and jealousy.
That conquest has been in motion,
For quite some time now.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
And when minds are focused,
Upon mediocrity to sell...
It will be marketed and done well,
To minimize the effectiveness...
Of content and its influence.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
Eliminating an obvious contrast not admitted.
With consequences to ultimately face to pay.
And sacrificing what is best to appease.
To forget the original concept,
Is an acceptance considered as a normal process.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As The Value Of It Fades Away
People associate money with success.
Or the feeding of the concept of it.
And yet,
The misery kept in the minds of those...
Who have an access to money,
Is an absence of feeling accepted.
Leaving those who feel successful,
Most of the time...
And managing to do so,
Without a dime in their pockets.
Or a held up nose to pose.
Money today as the value of it fades away...
Has many upset they can not flaunt their success.
While those feeling they have accomplished a deed,
Done at their best...
Appear to have a treasure chest of gold hidden.
What in their minds are they connected to?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irrational And Static Combatives
There is no justification I can show,
For resenting those spending their lives...
Wasting their gifts to them presented,
In fears they try to hide with lies.
Or those who actually have created careers,
Preventing others...
From doing what they do,
By the use of backroom tactics...
Intentionally to smear with a doing so clear.
I've witnessed the evidence,
How a sharing of gifts increases progress.
I've witnessed the evidence,
Of those blocking others with a stopping...
That eventually diminishes their own quality of life.
Only to call for a unified effort...
When it begins to dawn on them,
A doing of nothing done...
Reflects a jealousy deceivers participate in.
Leaving them to become losers...
In a game they sought to see others victims.
There is no justification I can show,
For resenting those spending their lives...
Wasting their gifts to them presented,
In fears they try to hide with lies.
Or those who actually have created careers,
Preventing others...
From doing what they do,
By the use of backroom tactics...
Intentionally to smear with a doing so clear.
Defining with unquestioned meaning...
The demeaning of irrational and static combatives.
I have no justification for a resentment shown towards this.
Although there is a definite existence of it,
In environments where people find this accepting.
And I'm discovering my tolerance becoming more limited.
Although from it,
I do choose to move but still feel affected.
Is it ignorance if it overwhelms and conditions?
Is it ignorance if it conditions into subdivisions?
Is it just a condition of ignorance...
That continues to offend when this is mentioned?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resolution Lost
While hatred dwells cloaked in cavernous darkness,
Buzzards circle fallen heroes of a distant feud.
Crusade for justice, where have you gone?
Patriots grieve loss, current and past.
Loss of our Brothers and Sisters taken suddenly and tragically.
Loss of our security.
Loss of our innocence.
“We wage a war to save civilization itself”, he said.
It is not the war of Retribution for the unprovoked that has been waged.
Like a magician’s slight of hand card trick,
Attention has been diverted.
Sidetracked by personal agendas.
Our hearts still sting from the dagger of hatred
Plunged deep into the heart of our Nation.
As hatred lives, so does our resolve to conquer it.
We still remember the promises made long ago.
Do you?
poem by Sheila Jones
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They Are Waiting For Him To Fail
They are waiting for him to fail!
'Who?
Waiting for 'who' to fail? '
President Obama?
'Have you seen the signs of decadence?
How long have people stood by?
Many sitting on the fence.
As generations fed greed...
And slimed the skyline,
With crooks and thieves!
To leave your pockets now empty.
Who has already failed who here?
Your local leeching politicians...
Proving their incompetence to fill leading positions?
This stench has been left to nurture,
Long before your thoughts of a Black man
Being your President,
Slammed that reality and you to the floor.
That 'ridiculous' idea...
Is at everyone's front door now.
And he did not run to become elected,
To further failures long neglected.
However...
If he 'is' here to fail,
To succumb to fools with those wishes...
The only thing they would notice about 'that',
Would be the fact he carries the pressures of being Black.
And any good deed that succeeds,
Will be ignored.
He comes to lead!
Not to deplete your sanity with deceit.
Even though this activity might continue,
To leave those who may be seeking more of it...
Left craving in withdrawal pains! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Sad As Actions Like These Are
When misleading intentions have a purpose,
To perpetuate a deception of those beliefs...
Others may have of their family members,
Business associates or even their close friends...
To turn most of them into enemies,
By just a few envious with their own jealousies...
Wishing to smear with lies an increasing hatred they keep.
It is a sad discovery of commentary too true to disbelieve.
And as sad as actions like these are...
They are a direct result,
Why people choose to keep their distance and far...
From those deceivers and those easily deceived.
To leave behind them and time wasted,
For all to find a way to eliminate from their minds...
Who victimized their activities,
With the planting of those seeds that fed their miseries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See Saw
Marigolds are very much in love, but he doesnt mind
Picking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or land
All the way she smiles
She goes up while he goes down, down
Sits on a stick in the river
Laughter in his sleep
Sisters throwing stones, hoping for a hit
He doesnt know so then
She goes up while he goes down, down
Another time, another day
A brothers way to leave
Another time, another day
Shell be selling plastic flowers on a sunday afternoon
Picking up weeds, she hasnt got the time to care
All can see hes not there
She grows up for another man, and hes down
Another time, another day
A brothers way to leave
Another time, another day
Another time, another day
A brothers way to leave
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Flowers Of Tomorrow
Forget unkind words and deeds
For life is a ground of weeds
Where you have to sow the seeds
Of happiness to get rid of weeds
With the weeds of pain and sorrow
And hope for the flowers for tomorrow
That will bloom evenin narrow
Path of joy to bring you tomorrow
A bright tomorrow where will shine
The sun of joy all for mine
That will spread the joy of wine
To bring joy to thee and mine.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Strength Overshadows
Dulling are those thorns,
Once sharpened to prick.
Dulled are their effectiveness,
With a wounding done...
One has learned to heal from quick.
Scars once shown,
Have disappeared.
Without a trace of them at all.
And those victimized stand,
From a crawl to walk ever so tall.
Dulling are those thorns,
Once sharpened to prick.
As if deceivers have been revealed...
From the crevices of their wickedness.
And this exposure has left them sick.
When one chooses to ignore their critics,
A strength overshadows...
Those maneuvering in darkness,
To inflict their evilness.
Leaving them to surface with...
Useless intentions left upon tight and silent lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling More Secure
Disparities are known,
And only shown to be of interest...
To reveal the effectiveness,
Of divisions and widening gaps.
Leaving many feeling more secure,
That others are being left behind.
And they are the ones proud to expose,
The updates of their periodic findings.
'I could care less what status they have.
As long as we are perceived as doing,
Much better than they are.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oppression
Is a question of strength,
of unshed tears,
of being trampled under,
and always, always,
remembering you are human.
Look deep to find the grains of hope and strength,
and sing, my brothers and sisters,
and sing. The sun will share
your birthdays with you behind bars,
the new spring grass
like fiery spears will count your years,
as you start into the next year;
endure my brothers, endure my sisters.
poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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With A Paddle But No Canoe
An empathy given is beginning to wane,
For those who initiate conflict in discreet...
And do their best to create opposition.
With a doing as that demon wishes.
That demon within them that sits...
Itching at the depths of their deception.
Determined to scratch that itch!
And a pattern is set that begins to look familiar.
As the misdeeds done that deceivers do...
Eventually emerge from their shadows.
Leaving empathizers,
More angered than disappointed.
And those who portray their innocence too well...
Find they are stuck on a distant shore,
With a paddle but no canoe to row or motorize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True colours
I wonder why you have changed over sudden
Is it that your true colours were hidden?
You have done one big mistake
As you have shown your self fake
Now you think you're on top of the world
But in reality I would describe you with a word
Horrible terrible broken table is what you do
As some people who look at you say you're a fool
Why did you find it hard at first to tell me?
It is easy for a girl to say "don't love me"
If I was to be dragon fly
I would have left and flown in the sky
You say that I am fourteen
Although all you did was to put yourself in a bin
Beautiful is what you look
Away my happiness you took
Now you wonder about and sit looking in the ceiling
You have damaged a good friendship which will bring bad feeling
Since you let go of a good chance
You will suffer as if you wet your pants
Lastly I tried my best
But you did nothing less
Now it's the right time for me to depart
As everything of yours falls apart
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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