Redundant Applications Abused
It can be reluctantly admitted,
Those oppressed can not be blamed...
For current actions that shame,
Those with conquests that are being suppressed.
An infighting has heightened,
And exposes a lack...
Of togetherness confessed.
It is a mess that has been created,
To satiated individual greed.
Seams held tight in strict confidence...
Has loosened the lips of those once mummed!
A collective mindset held...
Is leaving them all accountably stung!
They can not use statistics...
To blitz their selfishness!
With redundant applications abused,
Their confusion now ignites...
Battles they fight with no relief in sight!
As those divided stop to comprehend...
What has been going on,
From a beginning that comes to defeat,
Those who used 'peace'...
As a methodic scheme to leech,
In a pathetic public way
That comes to betray before it ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Held Up With Just A Stick
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick,
It seems...
Held up with just a stick,
One's head...
Held up with just a stick,
Their arms and their legs...
Needing to be fed.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
One's pride...
Held up with just a stick,
Two eyes and two ears...
Living poverty so near,
To...
Famish it is clear.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
Hunger.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And living this is NOT a gift.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youth’s End
I HAVE held my life too high,
Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.
I should have held it lightly, like a young leaf rent in haste
From the willow in the waste.
A moment in my fingers; then it fluttered, then it fled,
A little flame of red,
To the God-beholding desert where the soundless years go by,–
I have held my life too high.
I have held my death too dear,
Shame or honour, peace or peril, pride or fear.
I should have held it softly, as the little cloud that flies
When the heron takes the skies.
I should have held it kindly as a passing whisper,–'Friend,
Here's the end,
Here the silver cord is loosened and the bowl is broken here,'–
But I held my death too dear.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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My Castle In The Sand
I held on tightly to my child
Tightly i held on
The waves were crashing overhead
But still i did hold on.
The waters drove us up the street
Past where friends and i would meet
Dashing down their houses
And leaving not much there
But i held yes i held on
And on my lips there was a prayer
That these torrents would not make me weak
That somehow i would find
Some calm some peace some easiness
And the earthquake left behind
I held on god i held on
To that tender little hand
She was now my sole ambition
And my castle in the sand.
I caught my breath
A hundred times
A hundred times or more
All that i was grasping was
Her clothes and nothing more.
poem by David Keig
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Fresh Crop From a Premium Stock
Viciously they fight themselves.
As if these attacks,
Will bring back a lack of integrity.
Or erase the affects of their greed.
Again and again...
Truth exposes their misdeeds.
And again and again,
They attempt to hide their sins!
But for how long can this go on...
When the light of honesty,
Brightly exposes the darkness...
That is being lifted away from them.
Showing none familiar or experienced,
To keep this effect dimmed!
Catastrophic is their drop.
A consciousness of this wont stop!
A fresh crop from a premium stock,
Is being harvested!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Statistics
Statistics,
As they are followed...
And used for the benefit,
To ingrain a subjective confidence...
Amongst those needing confirmation,
Of a particular standing...
That justifies one's thought process.
And keeping such statistics kept,
Reflecting in one's favor...
Allows for easier manipulation.
And a continued degrading,
At someone's expense demeaned.
With an ongoing research updated...
On a frequent basis as 'stated'
To enhance the credibility of a falsely held security.
Focused upon those in need of re-enforcement.
Some may call this use,
Effective propaganda or standards of indoctrination.
In the claim such actions done,
Are to one's best interest.
However the interpretation preferred...
Deceit and increased taxes,
Seem to play major roles...
In getting the point across to a gullible collective mass.
Especially when threats of bankruptcies are bandied about,
Like the spreading of syrup on pancakes...
In the midst of billion dollar profit producing industries!
Someone has to succeed handsomely,
From the taste and cost of creating these illusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Thy Source!
Peace is the law of nature
When that law is broken
Peace loses its stature
Society's limbs so swollen
Peace! Where is thy source?
From me wnd within me of course
World to take to recourse
To improve quality of human resource!
Love and peace beginning or end
Peace, the mother of plenty
Man needs to comprehend
Means to peace that ends in prosperity!
Peace is the frame of mind
Peace dwells in heart
Peace blossoms from the mind
Peace from every one to start!
Peace in society myth or reality
In our scheme may the theme be a speciality
Build up peace with all sincerity
Spread the fragrance in all our fraternity!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Hands-on Involvement
Can you comprehend any of this?
With bricks crumbling to the ground...
Many collective in voice,
Are finding others to blame around.
Even though those bricks,
Were by them picked apart...
With a consciousness insisted.
And the blamed is laid on those trying to fix...
What the lips of those wicked,
Lay to say...
To remove themselves from it.
In well attended campaigns!
Used to smother any remembrance...
Of the many seeing them,
With their 'hands-on' involvement!
Can you comprehend any of this?
With bricks crumbling to the ground...
Many collective in voice,
Are finding others to blame around.
And the confused are alarmed,
Like guinea pigs addicted to abuses inflicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confidence | Words of Wisdom
Don’t mistake power for confidence
You’ll never never like how it ends
Take your stance and understand
Confidence is the greatest tool
Confidence is power that’s my first rule
Now weapons aren’t that sharp even from the start
But confidence is evident etched with in your brain
Confidence is sharper than any razor blade
Individuality is a packaged deal
You’ve got to trust yourself and know yourself for real
Now trying to control ain’t gonna work
Power is a tool that’s broke
Too much effort, too much mess,
Leaving a trail of broken heart and broken glass
So there’s my proof I say it with confidence
poem by Life in a Poem
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It Is Quite Clear Who Represents With Or Without Intent
No one suffers from standards met.
A regret comes from a lack of implementation,
Beset by those who have chosen,
Certain people be watched and kept...
Under surveillance!
As laws are changed,
To keep their own derangements...
Maintained.
For purposes that exposes an insanity.
A march is sustained to uphold their degradations.
And even this can not escape those observing...
Who wonder what excuses now can be used,
To hide this massive mental illness...
Infusing the last of limitating consciousness.
And it is obvious from where this deficiency,
Has its most defective efficiency!
Without any implications needed to be addressed.
It is quite clear who represents with or without intent...
The origin of this mess spreading to gain approval.
Leaving those of integrity with an honesty professed,
Feeling absolutely blessed and grateful,
To have obtained insight!
And a removal from a debated confusion that soothes.
There is no need to provide a devoted loyality,
To those who can not see...
Greed has driven them completely 'nuts'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Under Such Duress
You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.
That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!
And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?
Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot Gossip
I tell you in strict confidence.
Because I know you can’t resist
Passing what I tell you on
To anyone and everyone
You can contact by telephone
Or even send an e mail to
The choice is yours and your alone
I cannot control what you do.
I have no qualms in using you
although I know it isn’t fair
You do what I intend you to
Despite the fact I made you swear.
You won’t betray my confidence
and stick to what you said you’ll do
I know you lack sufficient sense
To know that I am using you.
I never tell you anything
I do not wish to be broad cast.
You have to pass on everything
you hear from first to last.
When the rumours prove untrue
Nobody knows I am to blame
They are quickly traced back to you
Whilst I maintain my own good name.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Nightmares
When the roots are covered in false color,
A naturalness of an essence goes forever.
And a youtfulness that's claimed,
Only changes in one's brain.
When a smothering weave is done,
Cells in one's skull can not breathe.
They become squeezed.
And common sense diminishes,
With split ends finding no relief.
When lips and fingertips and toes,
With eyelashes extended beyond one's nose...
Are falsely expressing a heart enclosed.
Is the opposite sex attracted to what is expressed?
Is it the unnaturalness one gets,
Professed in confessions held that one expects?
It's nice to know what is held close is for real.
And when lips meet there's no slipping away.
And when a swift breeze comes,
Does one want to chase a weave?
When someone says they have nightmares,
Are they really deep in sleep?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Funeral Pen
My Funeral Pen writes for me
All of these words that set me free
The pen that I shared for Mourners to sign
The pen that I wrote to turn back time
The pen that I wrote the Funeral Plans
While Families cried I held their hands
This pen has been held ever so tight
By many seeing darkness yet others seeing light
This pen holds memories dear to my heart
Bringing togetherness
Yet Families torn apart
With No Acceptance Of The Clarity
Awarded Sociopathic negligence.
With an ignorant arrogance freely dispensed.
Allowed to spread,
By an ineptness unattended.
Has created an environment...
Soliciting and sustaining one's current pain.
Without constant self examination!
And a crisis now admitted...
Has maintained its decay.
For a way of life...
Suffering from a lack of constraints.
Supported by immoral vices.
Profiting from hypocrisy.
Who to hold to blame,
For such shame endured?
One not need to ask.
If one stops to view reflections...
In a mirror one does not choose pass!
Or face insecurities,
Staring back without direct eye contact.
There...
Without question.
Will one see the culprit.
And others of similar impressions.
Glued to greed and deceit.
Blood suckers leeching.
Deluded.
With no acceptance of the clarity!
Or images of truth.
One excuses once seen!
But refuses to believe...
They bleed from self inflictions.
'Come on!
What are you looking at...
So intently! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Walk With Your Head Held High
Walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Walk,
With your eyes opened wide.
And realize what I have done...
Under the Sun,
Is not disguised.
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who attract,
Involved entrapments.
Without sending them away.
What from that,
Do you wished kept obeyed?
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
To stay.
Walk,
With your head held high.
Stop denying and the lieing,
Excused by alibis.
Today!
Just walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
It was I who said,
From the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds spinning.
With strife you do not like!
But you invite it to incite.
And it does not have to be that way.
It is you who like entrapments.
Without sending them away.
Walk,
With your head held high.
And remember this...
You can dismiss all your conflicts,
If you insist to let them go...
And show your faith in Me believing,
What is known can be quickly tossed away...
From your grieving.
It was I who had said from the very beginning...
Without Me in your life,
You would feel the winds...
Constantly spinning.
Until you admit...
It is I who can make that quit.
Or you can sit,
To let your life pass as you slowly fade.
Without ever knowing what it's like...
To grab hold of your life and fight it,
Off!
Just Walk!
With your head held high.
Stop denying lies you tell...
To see time slip right by!
Walk,
With your head held high.
Without trying in your 'fits'...
To make sense of it and sit,
In tears...
That stay.
Take your happiness...
Affirm this everyday,
And walk away.
Choose to live your life,
In peaceful ways.
And you can do that praying everyday.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ears Are Closed
There is one basic problem that sits between them.
They all have been conditioned to believe,
Each one of them were born to lead.
And no one perceives a listening should be done.
Where the foundation,
Of true leadership begins for anyone.
That is why what's going on can not be fixed.
Those involve desire to captain their own ship.
And ears are clearly plugged to be closed
While those of flapping lips persist...
The resolving of their started problems,
Should lay on someone's shoulders.
But not on theirs to take the risk.
'You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
'No.
You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
*EVERYONE SING:
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rose
In my hand I held the rose
As I would a woman dear,
Within my fingers I held it tight
As I wished it would not disappear.
From the touch, sight and beauty that I knew,
When the kiss of beauty, once had blew.
I held the rose as I would a love
As I had held in memory and thought,
And then the rose I could not let go
For the same as a lover, she became my soul.
The stem became the body and the petals became the skin,
Then I held her lightly, within the wind.
The rose held me, as I had held her
The two of us had become one
Then the act of God had prevailed that day
For he commanded the wind to take the rose away.
And towards the heavens She had flew,
As though to join the love that I once had knew.
In my hand there laid a thorn
Though to remind me of the sting of death,
So upon the Earth, I then laid the thorn
So love of life could again be reborn.
I buried the thorn as you would a dream,
Knowing never again, will it be seen.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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