Removed From a Disguise
The truth of the matter is...
No one is going to tell it!
A society that has been fantasized,
Has flourished on deceit and lies.
Dishonesty and pretension thrives.
It doesn't matter how truth
Is removed from a disguise.
It will not be recognized anyway.
And that is why the pain of it...
Has many upset.
And those brave enough to tell it,
Are demoralized and criticized!
A society once respected for its trust...
Has been thrusted into a nose dive!
And those responsible for its demise,
Do the best they can,
To hide this from eyes!
And those failed actions are remarkable!
As they rob Peter to pay Paul who owes Harry...
That loaned Mary who stoled from Agnes and Jennifer,
That promised Peter she would deliver her payment...
With interest!
And he has been ignored!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Times Square
I'll see you round about midnight
You know I won't be late
Let's dive into this crap house
And truth hell have to wait
The truth of what has gone before
Lies bleeding on the floor
The only truth remaining still
Is that truth don't matter anymore
So meet me round about midnight
I won't let you down I swear
We'll hang on to each other
Down at the new Times Square
It seems that we can't run from this
No matter how we try
There's nothing here worth keeping
So let's kiss it all goodbye
Tell me what's worth keeping anyway
It doesn't seem to matter
What we do or what we say
Everything we had
They have now taken it all away
The truth don't matter anymore
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Rice Pudding
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And she won't eat her dinner - rice pudding again -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her dolls and a daisy-chain,
And a book about animals - all in vain -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well, and she hasn't a pain;
But, look at her, now she's beginning again! -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her sweets and a ride in the train,
And I've begged her to stop for a bit and explain -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well and she hasn't a pain,
And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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It Doesnt Really Matter
It doesnt really matter that I loved you
How many reasons call
It doesnt really matter at all
It doesnt matter that I failed to
Break down your fathers wall
It doesnt matter at all
Why tell me you dont understand when you do
I thought I had something to say
But it really doesnt matter at all...
I changed my name
To be rid of the things that I want from you
Its strange
But a name is a name and the truth is the truth
Oh, there is always
Always someone to remind me
So I learn to live with shame
Tell myself I feel no pain
But I do
And if I have to tell you
Then it really doesnt matter at all...
And its no good looking back
Because times a thief and I believe that
Im too old for that
Were just saying the things that weve said
Forever
It doesnt really matter that I loved you
How many seasons fall
Its too bad
It really doesnt matter at all
song performed by by George Michael
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The Truth: : Humour, Inspiration
Tell the truth, are you crazy, the truth is for fools
In my clever world it’s lying which rules
Why opt for something as silly as sincerity
When you can easily choose dishonesty
Then you can tell lies upon lies upon lies
So many out there for you to devise
And believe them yourself, very nearly, why not
You weaved such an interesting, exciting plot
The truth, big deal, the truth is nothing but lies
My truth’s so much better, at least in my eyes
My lies versus the truth, so easy to win
Because I can keep lying ad nauseum
I’ll just spout out a lie, how easy was that
Don’t look for the truth in my kind of chat
You think I’ll be discovered, I’m way too smart
I’ll never say what’s there in my heart
My heart was stunted a long time ago
All this lying stopped any chance it could grow
When you don’t speak from your heart, it’s hard to see
The difference between truth and dishonesty
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
poem by John Celes
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The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead
Peter pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the vatican what golds for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkinhead?
Oh my!
Peter pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live tv
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies...
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkin
Hooray for peter pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my oh!
Doesnt it make you want to cry oh?
song performed by by Xtc
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Sobered
Wait one minute.
I must file a tax return,
'Before' I am stimulated
By a package.
To induce my addiction to spend?
Something about this makes no sense.
If you have promised to give me something...
Don't take away from me first,
Before you give yours.
And that is going to help me stimulate what?
Your continued need to feed a greed with teases?
Do I have 'Tell Me Anything and I will Believe'
Written on my furrowed brow?
Can you see my sunkened cheeks?
My cupboards have been bare.
There is no food to eat.
You may see the tops of my shoes.
However...
The soles are taped to prevent my feet,
From touching the heat of the streets.
And you have the audacity...
To believe I await more of your deceit?
I am not surprised by the way your misdeeds,
Are being revealed and lifted from all eyes!
And my complaints were once criticized!
I am not the only one now...
Who knows you have been defeated,
By the very lies you have hidden...
With attempts you continue to disguise!
You are being chased by your own alibis.
And I find my cup runneth over,
From a truth I have learned to trust...
To leave me quite sobered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Can Not Be Served As Dessert
When truth becomes a negative aspect,
Of one's reality.
And it solicits unwarranted snide remarks?
Danger is embraced!
Dishonesty becomes apparent...
And blatantly shown upon one's face!
When truth becomes a negative aspect...
Those who know it well and tell it,
Are the ones who become disgraced!
Especially in places,
Where truth has been replaced...
By a sharing of deception,
That chases away facts distorted...
With accepted receptions.
And those demeaned,
For the audacity of crushing lies...
Told by the ones with insecurities to hide,
Are ostracized!
No matter how obvious,
The truth for them does not inside their minds reside!
A diminished quality of life becomes celebrated...
In campaigns of support,
With a rejoicing undenied!
Truth is deserted...
When it can not be served,
As dessert!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But the truth of the matter is, we're an open society, we want to remain an open society, and there will continue to be vulnerability. That's why we have to meet the threats when they are not yet taking place on our territory and on our soil.
quote by Condoleezza Rice
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ODE TO A SUPERHERO
Parody of "Piano Man" by Billy Joel
Poor Peter Parker was pitiful
Couldn't have been any shyer
Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him
Even if his hair was on fire
But then one day he went to that science lab
That mutated spider came down
Oh, and now Peter crawls over everyone's walls
And he's swingin' all over town
La li la, li de da
La la, li le la da dom
Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now
And there's evil-doers to fight
Now Harry the rich kid's a friend of his
Who horns in on Mary Jane
But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys
Who can kiss upside-down in the rain
"With great power comes great responsibility"
That's the catch phrase of old Uncle Ben
If you missed it, don't worry, they'll say the line
Again and again and again
Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dom
Now Norman's a billionaire scientist
Who never had time for his son
But then something went screwy and before you knew he
Was trying to kill everyone
And he's ridin' around on that glider thing
And he's throwin' that weird pumpkin bomb
Yes, he's wearin' that dumb Power Rangers mask
But he's scarier without it on
Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause you're brave and you're strong and so limber now
But where'd you come up with those tights?
It's a pretty sad day at the funeral
Norman Osborn has bitten the dust
And I heard Harry's said he wants Spider-Man dead
Aw, but his buddy Pete he can trust
Oh, and M.J. is all hot for Peter now
Aw, but Peter, he just shuts her down
Mary Jane, don't you cry, you can give it a try
Again when the sequel comes 'round
Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dom
Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we all sure could use us a hero now
And we think that you'll do all right
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Unpleasant
Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
Although they hide them from being criticized.
Truth is neither negative or positive.
It exists to be just that.
And those unaccustomed,
To know it for what it is.
Will always deny it a visit.
But it will come to sit...
Regardless who finds it to be unpleasant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Of Peter Pan
The Death of Peter Pan
Peter Pan used to be black, he could sing and dance
and make jazz hands. He was so good that it made
sense to make him white, the world embraced him.
Everyone had a stake in him as he was transformed
into a pale ghost with a plastic nose, no one laughed
too much money at stake. Peter Pan liked children
too much for normal society to tolerate, but money
smoothed the way, but do not do it again.
Peter Pan was fragile doctors were always at hand to
give him injections that lifted his spirit and made him
feel good, and he needed more of it now that he was
middle aged, yet trying to look fourteen. His handlers
thought there was more money to wring out of his
tortured body. One, two, three, Peter couldn’t breath
collapsed in heap, and that’s a pity now that USA has
a black president and he could be himself again.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Loving Pain
Can you love when your heart is so cold
Love on your lips and lies in your eyes unfold
You’ve convoluted the truth of what is real
How can you love when you don’t want to heal
Your pain is your lover now cant you see
Your pain you have discovered keeps you free
If you share your pain with me vulnerable you will be
To vulnerable to concede that love is something you need
Let me touch you let me kiss you gently in that spot
Where they cut and poisoned the wound still burning hot
It’s not a matter of trust or you would run to my arms
It’s a matter of keeping close the pain that causes you harm
You caress your pain it belongs only to you
You exchange the shame for strength and truth
The unknown your fear the pain is near and dear
Every tear it becomes clear year after countless tears
I don’t care if you lie to me I can read between the lines
I don’t care if you care or not I care I wont deny
And when you let me in to tend and mend your pain
Gently caressing, kissing your pain because I too live in vain
poem by Jay Curster
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Scavenger Hunt
It is important to them.
Why aren't you participating?
'It's been important for the past 50 years.
And what is clear to them now,
Has faded from my top ten long ago.
Oil and water just does not mix.
Even when vinegar has been applied to it.
No matter how 'sweet' those rancid apples use to appear.
Now that those who have grown older,
Find deceit and their dishonesty losing appeal.
They want to quote scriptures.
With an undying love to uplift their fellowmen.
As if the bitterness they've consciously inflicted,
Is going to vaporize and disappear.
I prefer not to be exposed to that much magic.
Pretense is important to them.
They wouldn't recognize truth or reality,
If lit with neon lights in a clear night sky!
Everything about them has been fantasized.
They are mutants of affectations.
And fearing anything that remotely exposes truth.
That's why I am not participating,
To uncover the 'known' in such a 'scavenger hunt'.
I've forgiven.
But not yet stupid enough to forget.'
It's just a reunion!
'Of what? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Did You Come From?
Where did you come from?
And how did you manage...
To lift your tender petals,
Up through the cracks...
Born of steel and cemented,
Dispositions.
Surrounding the corolla...
Of your adorable leaves.
Where did you come from?
Are you set on committing suicide?
Do you not care,
Your beauty you can not hide.
I wish to pick you to keep you safe.
Although your bravery shown...
Seems to me so out of place.
Where did you come from?
And why do my eyes,
Fix upon you like they do?
Are you sharing with me,
I can be as brave as you?
And if you can do this...
I can too?
Is that the message you deliver?
To be as strong as possible...
No matter what I must go through?
Where did you come from?
And why do my eyes,
Fix upon you like they do?
Are you sharing with me,
I can be as brave as you?
And if you can do this...
I can too?
Is that the message you deliver?
To be as strong as possible...
No matter what I must go through?
And that is my choice to make?
To make that choice,
Is for me to choose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Our Society
Cries,
Screams,
Tears,
Anarchy.
That's our society.
Pure hate,
Heartless souls,
Numb,
Prejudice.
That's our society.
Unwanted,
Vacant,
Deserted,
Plain.
That's our society.
Conformity,
Pain,
Death,
War.
That's our society.
It makes it seem like it's
Not where you'd want to
Be placed, doesn't it?
poem by Melissa Joy Chesky
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No Matter How You Weep It
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more hunches to hunt!
And,
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more of your stunts!
Reveal in front of me,
Something I can see...
Believed.
And,
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more run arounds.
And,
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
Truth that's easily found!
'Cause I am paralyzed,
By your constant lies...
You leave.
Wishing them to be received.
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more lunches to munch.
All I wish from you,
Is not my feelings to crunch!
But you believe that I,
Am here to justify...
Deceit!
No matter how you weep it!
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more hunches to hunt!
And,
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more of your stunts!
All I want from you...
Are feelings that are true.
No matter how you weep it!
It's the truth I wish to see.
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more lunches to munch.
All I wish from you,
Is not my feelings to crunch!
But you believe that I,
Am here to justify...
Deceit!
No matter how you weep it!
You believe that I,
Am here to justify...
Deceit!
No matter how you weep it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth It Can Be Hurtful
I may not like what you say of me but if of me you speak the truth
Though the truth it can be hurtful if it is not spoken without ruth
The truth cannot defame me if of me the truth you say
And if the truth taints my character well that too is okay.
But if you tell lies about someone and know them to be lies
Then the dislike I'd feel for one like you i barely could disguise
For lies can be defamatory when used in such a way
Any respect to a malicious liar i would find hard to pay.
The truth it can be hurtful as we all ought to know
But out of the truth it can be said respect for one does grow
And though you may not like what's said about you at least what's said is true
And to the one who speaks the truth credit is always due.
The truth it can be hurtful but the truth is never wrong
And those who cannot accept the truth mentally cannot grow strong
And though for some the truth is poison they'd rather live a lie
The truth lives on forever and the truth will never die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To Lose A Battle Against Truth
It must be frightening!
Traumatic and breath taking
To lose a battle,
Against truth that pursues.
And no matter what one does,
To conquer and defeat it.
With a twist of deceit
Or a spicing done with lies.
Truth appears to strengthen.
And from it no one can hide.
Or defend against its power!
And it seems,
A creation of it is not possible.
'King Constantine of Constantinople,
Now called Istanbul and the capital of Muslim Turkey.
Did or did you not declare yourself to be the 13th Apostle? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. Peter & my sister
Mr. Peter & my sister
This poem goes out to Mr. Peter
Who is a friend of my sister
And blow out my cover
In order to hide
I wrote my name backward
Until…the same day
My sister who is smart like Holmes
And Mr. Peter who is a genius
Discovered my disguise
And ruined my surprise.
July 9,2005
poem by Konjit Berhane
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