Rarity Descending
A shallowness began,
Comes to an abrupt...
And such a public end!
A trend of secrets...
Kept to keep lies thriving,
Is dieing a painful death
For those unexposed...
To breathing a freshness,
The 'enlightened' have received
As a selected choice chosen,
Many years ago...
When truth was conceived and believed.
A pattern of inducements,
That have reduced humanity...
Can now be released,
To experience the securing
Of an endangered peace!
It's coming and available,
To all who have faithfully sought.
The wind is blowing with scents of clarity!
With a rarity descending...
That The Almighty has brought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Peace Within It
Those who deliver lies,
Do their best...
To make them come true.
Only to prove to others,
How misery clings...
Onto a demented mind,
Seeking to be believed.
From a shallowness,
Conceived.
And there is no peace...
Dwelling within it,
At all.
Nor none to share or leave.
It stays in mental conflict!
This mind...
Exposed for others to see.
With a credibility that leaks,
A public bleeding.
From a self defeating deceit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foolish Rush to Pass Our Judgements
Wouldn't it be great,
If we could reach back in time...
And replace our decisions made.
With a clarity now so obvious,
That what was chosen to dismiss...
And the 'who' and the 'why'
For our foolish rush,
To pass our judgements...
Have no intentions to express an empathy.
None to be received in our direction.
The pain,
Is unbearable!
Isn't it?
Now many of us sit with feelings,
Of fading arrogance.
While realizing an ignorance displayed,
With horrific public temperments...
As if self centered children!
And fuming with such viciousness,
Consciously directed to 'that'
Which unknowingly to 'us' had our backs.
That are now up against the wall.
As some choose to wear Foster Grants,
To hide the tears falling from their eyes.
And those who knew of our activities done,
Now shun 'us'!
With a wish not to look in our direction.
Those kind of lessons learned forever scar.
Leaving the ones who have chosen to masquerade,
In the wrong parades selected...
To flaunt irreplaceable misdeeds.
Pleading for an opportunity,
To correct what has been done!
And anyone who has ever done this before,
Knows how difficult it is...
To retrieve and collect thrown confetti!
The quality of it with a freshness maintained,
Will never be the same.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Clear You Are Not Pleased
The moment you let go,
Of what you believe is discreet.
With a keeping to yourself,
Secrets you wished not to be leaked.
You will discover others...
Who once sought to stay unexposed,
Lonely and undercover.
And for what reason?
To obviously treat yourself with treason?
Or become the last...
To pretend you live a life of happiness,
When your sad approach to living,
Is based on beliefs long passed.
The moment you let go,
Of what you believe is discreet.
With a keeping to yourself,
Secrets you wished not to be leaked.
You will discover others...
Who once sought to stay unexposed,
Lonely and undercover.
And for what reason?
It is clear you are not pleased.
With yourself...
Or anyone else who now accepts a life of ease.
You know...
Tension and uptightness free?
Maybe this is what you don't know that shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Pay To Deceive
You know what has been made easy,
For many people to do?
Make declarations about others that are not true.
Then to have people convinced about it too.
Without the one chosen and selected to be defamed,
Knowing a thing about who has brought them shame.
Until those who believed that would advantage from this,
Are eventually discovered to become physically limited.
Or mentally sick.
If not witnessed to be suffering from both.
It doesn't pay to deceive,
With beliefs an accomplishment will be received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Send All Of It Back
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
I've comprehended mistakes,
And misunderstandings done.
No longer am I in punishment,
For mending those wrongs I've overcomed.
Forgiveness was given.
Apologies received.
Purpose, reason or causes of effects...
I am not going to research with consistent regret.
To persist to saddle dead horses to beat...
Are issues others may wish to revive.
But myself I will not weep in sobs...
To keep revolving,
Pain I've resolved.
Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
What happened in times passed...
My heart refuses to get involved!
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
And will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Choice to Keep the Value
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice?
When it was you,
Who made not listening to me...
Your choice.
Why is my comprehension mentioned,
To be a priority of your concern?
I'm well aware of those lessons I've learned.
And few of them taught I seek to be repeated.
You brought to me then an acknowledgement.
And I did not hesitate,
To connect that to my common sense.
I received it and I heeded.
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice.
To review conversations,
I attempted to make...
That came to rest on deaf ears?
Perhaps there is a clarity,
Not understood before...
But overnight your eyes opened.
And a clarity that could have been yours...
Has now between your ears appeared?
Go ahead and say,
What you believe today is okay.
However,
If I should abruptly walk away...
Think of it as not being disrespectful.
But a sign of the times,
When one finds peace of mind.
With a choice to keep the value of it protected.
Think of my getting away from you,
In that perspective!
A treasured gift one gets...
To never be neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Toxic
Toxic!
That's what he is now called.
By his own!
This is not gossip.
His own people have grown tired and sick.
They have thrown him to the curb.
An act he has long deserved.
They wish to be distanced.
And this they are doing quick.
But that should have been done long ago.
Before he was permitted...
To bring upon pain, heartache and sorrows.
Admitting now,
He is radioactive.
He and those who have created these conflicts.
Toxic.
Deadly.
Like a sulfuric gas.
Many have smelled this.
Knowing from him this was passed.
'Yeah...?
But 'who' put him there?
He was not elected.
He was clearly picked and selected!
And he is not the only bearer of these fumes.
Nor should it have taken eight painful years...
To discover he and 'his'
Were poison!
Even the sight of others dieing...
Brought them and so many to rejoice! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
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Political Purgery
Are we better off dead
No more painful miles to tread
No more pain to endure
Famine, disease
A whole lot more
The world is dieing
Can't they see
The constant calamity
Disrespect for humanity
You faithless politicians
With your lies
Sightless eyes
Get it together now
Put GOD on your ballot
Let him decide
Whether we live
Or die
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Peace, Be Still
Petrified in the boat they were panicking
as the waves of the sea came cascading in.
You awoke Lord and commanded the sea.
'Be still, ' You said with such authority.
'What manner of man is this' they cried
amazed as they saw the wind and waves subside.
The storm was quelled and the wind did cease
The Almighty obeyed, they were left in peace.
Mightier than the raging and tempestuous sea.
Mightier than the clashing thunderstorm is He.
The Almighty One is The Sovereign Lord
and wind and wave have to obey His word.
You were there Almighty God before life began
as the creator of heaven, earth and man.
The Alpha and Omega Whose work is done.
The Son of God and the Almighty One.
Today... 'The Almighty
Petrified in the boat they were panicking
as the waves of the sea came cascading in.
You awoke Lord and commanded the sea
'Be still, ' You said with great authority.
'What manner of man is this' they cried
amazed as they saw the wind and sea subside.
The storm was quelled and the wind did cease
The Almighty obeyed, they were left in peace.
Mightier than the raging and tempestuous sea.
Mightier than the clashing thunderstorm is He.
The Almighty One is The Sovereign Lord.
and wind and wave have to obey His word.
You were there Almighty God before life began
as the creator of heaven, of earth and man.
The Alpha and Omega Whose work is done.
The Son of God and the Almighty One.
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People and peace
Most of the times I write about world peace
As this is the only subject to be written at ease
If there is peace and stability all over
Why at we will worry and need any cover?
People have seen rising of great empires
Coming down to ground without any fires
They could mange no change or and walked with space
That was the only reason for the fall of royal races
We witnessed emergence of powerful dictators
They were cause of resentment and cruel perpetrators
What did they do for their beloved subject?
Did they implement any welfare measures or acts?
I try to pen down complete scene
Nothing strikes mind with loss or win
Two world wars brought humanity at shame
Where all we can go and share the blame?
Nature has proved unkind to us as human have done
Where all natural shield or covers have gone?
Why we witness natural calamities every third day?
Why almighty and creator of universe is not showing way?
Let us take of there " P" in general
Peace, people and prosperity not as casual
Peace and prosperity is eluding us completely
Not wars alone but nature is causing havoc relatively
Let people feel from their heart
That almighty is one and needs good start
We have forgotten love and compassion
We have turned materialistic and have an obsession
We all must light the candle for world peace
Let no one die of starvation or phase
It is now in our hand to take united stand
Let world become not one but at least keep positive trend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Vivid Clarity: These Steps I Take
It is the 'who' in me pursued.
Appearing as I do before you...
Without references!
Either those accepted or dismissed.
And depending on your beliefs...
I was 'somewhere' in the heavens,
And 'asked' for this existence.
Whether or not that is true,
I am going to do my best...
To ensure my presence has been felt.
Suggestions given may come after I ask.
I am not seeking charity,
From those on goodwill missions...
Out to prove they have been chosen,
To condition minds...
With a conformed environment as the agenda.
'Peace my brother!
Have you been introduced to the Lord? '
These steps I have taken,
Were made on scraped knees and bruised feet.
Faith, hope and confidence arrived...
To discover me in doubt.
I ain't there no 'mo!
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
However,
I can tell by your eyes,
This is a fresh discovery?
With a desire to share!
And, I have been there.
I was born to chew, digest and enjoy the scenery!
Not to be caught up and lost in it.
Or bleed dramatically in public.
Without sound of applause.
I use to be shocked...
By the lack of sincere empathy unseen.
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
Someone, somewhere...
Will eventually find themselves exploring life,
Oppose to hoping for clues to magically appear...
Out of thin air.
With vivid clarity,
Are those steps I take!
And I didn't just awaken.
I began chipping away at obstacles,
When it became apparent...
My tears would not dissolve them!
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pompous Parole Boards
Why are they released after doing two thirds of their time?
Means a substantial reduction in a court sentence for a crime,
And the bureaucratic Parole Board believe that this is great,
Proud politicians are not interested in this debate.
Because they know that our parole system is obviously flawed,
Though they behave as though they were obeying the word of god,
While criminals are released and their sentences are reduced,
And the politically correct public is once again seduced.
Just another example of our complete lack of referendums,
Then add death with dignity to that dreary memorandum,
Then add plebiscites and proportional representation,
Then add a list of released prisoners on Parole-Board vacation.
poem by James Bredin
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Pompous Parole Boards
Why are they released after doing two thirds of their time?
Means a substantial reduction in a court sentence for a crime,
And the bureaucratic Parole Board believe that this is great,
Proud politicians are not interested in this debate.
Because they know that our parole system is obviously flawed,
Though they behave as though they were obeying the word of god,
While criminals are released and their sentences are reduced,
And the politically correct public is once again seduced.
Just another example of our complete lack of referendums,
Then add death with dignity to that dreary memorandum,
Then add plebiscites and proportional representation,
Then add a list of released prisoners on Parole-Board vacation.
poem by James Bredin
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Prosperity to humanity
Prosperity, prosperity
Prosperity to humanity
I brought to you
Love and solidarity
Peace and harmony
Kings go to war
And humanity fall
But i brought prosperity to humanity
So why then should you curse me
Instead of blessing me
I need you to love me
For it is prosperity
I brought to humanity
It power and glory to humanity
Accountability and transparency
A higher levity
Prosperity, prosperity
Prosperity to humanity
poem by Matt Ancient
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The Wind is Blowing
The wind is blowing,
Blowing slow and fast on my skin,
Blowing fast and hard on his skin.
The wind is cold tonight,
Blowing scary in the woods,
Blowing swiftly throw the night.
The wind is warm today,
Blowing hard in town,
Blowing soft in the county.
The wind is cool,
Blowing all the time,
As they say,
The wind is blowing!
poem by Angela M. Maynard
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Listen to the wind
Listen to the tranquil sonatas of the
Low blowing breeze and you'll think here
Is Mozart descended from Heaven to
Bring merriment to your happy heart
Listen to the wind as the mighty
Wind rocks the young of spirit
The wind will rock you and live you
Panting for more
Hear the sound of the great blowing wind
The wind is strong
The wind plays the majestic symphonies
To keep you spellbound and you will
Be enchanted by the spirit of the
The great cacophony of the myriads of
The the sheer ferocity of the souring
Lyrics of the almighty conquering wind
And you'll wish you too was blessed
To be born earlier and know how Beethoven
Came to compose the great symphonies
For he too must have been enchanted by
The sound of the high spirited blowing wind
The wind has a new melody to gladden your
Happy heart and your kind spirit with
Listen with an open mind and a clean soul
This exquisite melody the loving wind dedicates
Exclusively for you to immortalize you and
They'll remember you whose name is fused into
The song and make you live on five hundred more
Years after you have long departed from this earth
Appreciate the haunting mourning sound of the
Brooding wind and learn to live with it
The wind is God's greatest grand gift to Humanity
The life giving air you breath is His breath
That gives meaning for your being here
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Two Zero Twelve
Two zero zero eight.
Truth was served upon the plates.
Some ate it...
And felt fine.
Some wanted to wait,
Until two zero zero nine.
Two zero zero nine.
Digesting truth,
Was now in those minds.
And comprehension,
Many came to find as divine.
Then came two zero ten.
Reality of values came to sink in.
Folks began to sing.
Rejoicing about life!
And what life brings.
Clearly life meant more to them...
Than the collecting of things!
Or proclamations,
Of evilness.
Or the religious teachings of sins!
Two zero eleven!
Could this be heaven?
Here on Earth?
Was going through the conflict of change...
Bringing to everyone,
This total peace that came?
Two zero twelve...
Brought an exchange,
With other worldly beings...
Some looking like elves.
Some appearing much differently...
Like those we perceived,
As looking 'normal'...
Like ourselves!
And all beings came,
From other parts of the Universe...
To rejoice in the acceptance,
Of true diversity!
Like nothing before experienced.
With all achieving a higher consciousness...
In a bliss received,
By all who witness this!
And feeling grateful to be blessed,
With this gift that comes bringing with it...
A peace released.
And minds finally finding rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Rights
Mankind lies whole within each man
Inside us all's where life began
Breathing life with every breath
That scores our path from birth to death
No monster man no evil deed
Should separate us from this creed
Humanity's no matter slight
We all have claim to human rights.
poem by David Keig
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