Preposterous and Offensive
Too weak to bob and weave.
Or review mistakes,
Based upon my taste for conflict.
I can write for you a post dated check?
To pay these days to start and end...
My personal conflicts.
And if this procedure,
Proves to be successful...
An arrangement can be made,
To have payment for these tasks...
Directly deposited for your convenience.
I have been accused,
Of being thoughtful and generous.
And that look on your face...
Isn't new to me at all.
It confirms it.
I've grown accustomed.
And...
When that first given,
I interpreted my request...
As being preposterous and offensive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life and conflict
Life and Conflicts
Conflicts for power and power through conflicts
Compromise for the protection of power
Avoid conflict to hide the weakness
Show the strength by attacking the weak
All the life is a joke
Compete to reach fast and then
Feel pity on the meaninglessness
Forget to live due to busy life
Cry for the lost days
Feel happy by rewinding the memories
Teach others not to repeat blunders.
poem by Gangadharan T O
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Book
If I write a book,
Would I approach
You to write its
Review?
Why?
If my book is
Worth reading,
Wouldn't you be
Tempted to write
Its review?
Why should I
Use you for its
Marketing and
Publicity?
If you like my book,
You'll yourself feel like
Sharing with everybody
It's an instinct
That comes
Naturally…
We believe in
Loving and giving,
And so if we genuinely
Like something,
We'll recommend it
Or choose it for gifting
So if I write a book,
I'll never beseech you
To write its review
I would rather wait
For you to feel free
To read it and perhaps
Write its review…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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How Much Notice Do You Need?
Uh-uh!
Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh...
Uh-uh Uh-uh uh!
I don't think so!
You're not going to get up in my face.
To leave any bitterness,
With me to leave you believe will be unnoticed.
Or think with me is perfectly okay!
I'm not having that as a piece of your cake,
To enjoy with a taste from you I will take.
And there will be no misunderstanding between us.
Today or ever...
Not in this place.
For as long as you stay in my home.
Without a payment of a bill you make!
Or anything in it you can say you own.
And anytime you believe you are grown...
There will be no argument.
Since my acceptance of that,
You have made known!
Now go to your room...
Before I deliver to you some real heartache.
Directly applied.
And you can expect soon!
'But you have to allow these kids today,
'Some' breathing space! '
That child of mine is fortunate to be breathing, period.
The only thing that is going to walk over me,
Is a bird taking off from the roof!
What I say inside these walls and doors I pay for,
Goes!
There is no democracy in here.
And calling the social services department...
Police, priests or Jesus.
Is not going to make one bit of a difference.
No disrespect shown in my home will be exposed.
Now,
If you want that kind of nonsense in your home,
I'll be glad to pack his bags!
And once that is done,
You can adopt him as your son!
How much notice do you need?
'And what about your other children? '
What have two left!
Which one do you want?
Take all three of them...
No questions asked!
'And your wife? '
She's sedated in the bedroom.
But I'm sure she will request...
A total absence of consciousness!
If she is part of the package!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Different Roads
I have discovered during my years of travel,
So many have different schedules...
To arrive at the same destiny.
With the taking of different roads...
Streets and paths.
As we attempt to complete,
Assignments on our journeys...
Before we leave to pass.
I have discovered during my many years,
Of conflicts, mistakes made and experiences...
I have managed to survive with a wish to succeed.
That the real purpose we all are here to achieve...
With a final judgement made on those tasks,
Is to please the wishes of One God!
With every question we had to ask,
Answered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It that I Seek
Could I announce from a pulpit,
Travesties I disdain?
Within my consciousness that remains.
To inflict my personal conflicts...
With a revealing of my own insecurities,
I can not shake.
Why do I have a need from a pulpit,
To announce this to berate in a scolding.
And to what desired effect?
There has to be 'something' within me,
I have not been able to face.
There has to be 'something' within me,
An honesty has not graced...
That permits a self examination,
To thoroughly erase.
And what is it that I seek...
To continue to punish others,
For those mistakes I've made?
Is it my own acceptance?
Or my deceptions...
That will not from me go away.
And I need the assurance I am protected,
By my own creation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Had to Try
What are you doing?
And why are you doing this?
What is the reason behind it?
'I've decided you are right.
I'm tired of arguing.
And it has become pointless to fight.
I'll follow your lead.
Since you've said you have clearer sight! '
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'I have no idea.
That would be up to you.
Wherever you take us...
I'm sure you'll follow through.'
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'I guess we'll have to wait to see,
What your leadership proves to be.'
But...
What if I fail?
What will the others then do?
'Are you afraid to lead?
Is that the excuse that you choose? '
Uh...
Uh,
I've grown accustomed,
To critiquing your moves.
I'll be alone in leading.
There will be no one but me,
To make decisions of what I do.
The others will not like me.
And mistakes I might make.
What if I do make a few of them...
And excuses then I can't fake.
'I see!
But it was okay with you...
To see me suffer and bleed.
I am not accustomed to pain at all.
And I am not afraid to lead.'
Then...
Why don't you continue doing what you do.
And I'll stay where I am.
Since that will be easier for me,
To keep the others confused.
'No...
You go ahead.
I want to see how you handle the abuse.
Eventually you'll get use to it.
And the sacrificing too! '
But I am no leader.
'Neither am I.
But someone had to make forward moves.
Someone had to try.
Someone had to rely on faith.
Even though alone they may have cried.'
Wow.
I didn't think of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Third Degree
(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.
Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.
Chorus
Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Weak and Much Flawed
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.
And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Because what has been obtained,
Has for you no appeal.
However...
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.
And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Is this because you are feeling used?
And you had desires to abuse?
Don't confuse the issue.
Sit back to use the tissues left.
Or take your tears...
To others more willing to open their ears.
And have no idea,
Your deceits are weak and much flawed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Same Page
Some of you have questioned the necessity,
Of this morning's meeting.
And as C.E.O. of Rapid Mess Industries...
I felt it my duty and extreme importance,
That we all are on the same page as we move forward...
With our set agenda.
Now,
Before we begin...
Are there any questions?
No questions?
Great.
Lonnie?
'Yes, Mister Duke? '
Lonnie, I am going to list our accomplishments,
And you concur.
Understood?
'Yes, Mister Duke.'
Creation of environmental hazards?
'Check! '
Successful depletion of the middle class?
'Check! '
Ignoring the infrastructure?
'Check! '
The marketing of expicit decadence?
'Check! '
Creation of conflicts wherever they can be created?
'Check! '
Ruining the economy?
'Check! '
Devastation of race relations?
'Check! '
Imprisoning our citizens at alarming rates?
'Check! '
AND...
Last but not least,
Promoting our arrogance globally...
To ensure our policies are understood?
'And...
Check! '
'Oh...
Mister Duke?
There is one more thing not mentioned.'
And what would that be, Lonnie?
'Propaganda!
You did not mention any of it! '
No Lonnie.
It has been determined,
Our successes speak for themselves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Cordiality
Approaching those with mindsets fixed,
In fantasies delusioned based...
Would be with a cordiality and at its best.
Even though that 'may' be interpreted later,
As something other than what was exchanged.
Remember this when in these situations,
Those unable to handle truth directly...
And already showing signs of mental instability,
Are not going to overnight awaken comprehending...
To accept anyone's honesty as a gift given to deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Of These Days
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
And Im gonna try
And thank them all for the good times together.
Though so apart weve grown.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
And Im gonna thank,
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock n roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
From down in l.a.
All the way to nashville,
From new york city
To my canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Do Not Post Your Poem Here
Do not post your poem here
Unless you've something worth a say!
You must not waste a space like this,
For space can waste away!
Do not post your poem here
With words which make no sense!
Be careful when you post it here
That you use the proper tense!
Do not post your poem here
Just to fill a space with words!
A poem should be well thought out,
Was it meant to be absurd?
Do not post your poem here
If in cliches you would write.
A poem should be fresh, yes sharp -
You'll know when it's just right!
Do not post your poem here
Just to see yourself in print.
You're wasting others time you know
With such, self centred stints!
I wil not post my poem here,
This one does not exist,
But did I tell you at the start
That I'm a nihilist?
poem by Joe Hughes
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.
I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.
And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.
And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An End to Divisiveness
An end to divisiveness...
And politics based on fear,
Is closing in.
This idealogy embraced for generations...
Has an opporitunity,
To finally disappear.
Those raised on us,
Versus 'they' and 'them' strategies...
To conquer and win.
Are witnessing those lapses of gaps,
Being bridged to seal...
A humanity fed on conflict.
A humanity fed on superiority motives...
Based on one's color of skin,
Coming to an end.
People sliced into diced pieces,
Now can fight to chase fears.
Sending that and other nonsense conflicts...
On a flight to forever vanish.
Sending it away to disappear.
If minds are allowed to awaken...
To remove the clouds from eyes,
To have their visions cleared.
Inspite those who will for purposes continue...
A desperate need,
To keep things falling apart.
To feed the delicious taste...
Of an evilness they've been fed to breed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well, I tell young people to be successful today that, first of all, that what you learn today directly impacts what you earn tomorrow. This is a knowledge-based economy.
quote by Alexis Herman
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In a brave new world, a post-September 11 world, anyone is going to make certain mistakes. The mistakes that have been made on homeland security, on protecting our Nation from another terrorist attack, are mistakes of omission. We are simply not doing enough.
quote by Charles Schumer
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Exceptions To The Forgiveness Rule
I am the first to admit,
That a forgiveness given...
Should not be a consideration,
With a solicitation that escalates in debate.
We all make mistakes...
And care enough to correct those made.
At least the effort proves this to be true!
However...
Those anticipating things done that they do,
Should automatically be granted a stay of execution...
Puts others through what it is they do,
As if an approval of understanding of their misdeeds...
Are exceptions to the forgiveness rule!
And this creates a repetition,
Of those same conflicts initiated.
Without a sign of any lessons learned,
That establishes a sustaining confidence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My actions to promote peace, the mediation missions which I carried out during many conflicts, which very often occurred between brothers of the same country, are not driven by any ulterior motives or any calculations based on personal ambitions.
quote by Omar Bongo
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
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I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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