Reproved
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.
Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.
They exclaimed they needed to get to the meat of it!
Not expecting they would become 'the meat' of it eatened.
Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Too many of them have borrowed time from others...
To plot their deceptions.
To flourish in receptions of grandeur.
To discredit the honest.
To defame those of good characters.
And now they seek redemption for their treachery?
The only cheek I turn,
Is the one that conceals a balled fist in my pants pocket!
These people can not be forgiven for the loss of lives.
They caused while in the creation of tremendous lies told!
Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.
And they should...
Be attacked!
In public reprimand.
To show these blood sucking reptiles,
Have been reproved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You, Yesterday and I
Yesterday wasn't just another day
There the earth moved on its axis
There the sun appeared on time
There the moon blinked at the sun
Yet yesterday wasn't another day
The passion we shared yesterday
Doesn't make it just another yesterday
The yesterday's warmth of your eyes
That traced all my nuances
The yesterday's breeze that touched me
After it touched you
The yesterday's redness of my lips
That you so fondly painted
The yesterday's voyage on sea of love
That we together dared
The yesterday's purple of love
That I found after you left
All these and more of yesterday
Still follow me today...
You see
Yesterday wasn't
Just another day!
On 28th of Sep 2011 at 17.47hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Used Meat
No matter where she squats her twat.
It still manages to stink.
Just like the mind she has,
That's on the brink!
She's a pitiful piece of used meat.
And she still tries to give it away!
On any shore she whores.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treated As If They Are Losers
Those who learn and return,
With an outreaching sought to teach...
Those less fortunate.
And this becomes a commitment wished.
A respect should be given.
But this they don't get!
Many are treated as if they are losers.
Or accused of having tremendous egos.
To flaunt in public.
And these same people,
When they choose in frustration to leave...
Are said not to be concerned,
In giving their expertise in those communities in need.
A coming together as professed,
To provide those neglected...
Is a periodic chant heard from those preventing progress.
And those who have been forced to turn their backs...
Are attacked in tongue lashings,
By hypocrites trapped within their own ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Simply Can Do Unto Others
Stand back,
And watch those who had once attacked others...
Now be themselves attacked.
Why is it,
People just do not get it?
No one simply can do unto others,
And not be done.
And those who cry out the loudest?
Well...
What more can be said about that?
Could it be...
They are receiving a delivery?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yesterday, When I Was Mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed it, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like i do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when i was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, i don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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You Stink!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
All I've ever wanted from you,
Was your trust.
Although my honesty shows,
Perhaps I trust too much.
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
I get the message!
You have preferences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Send In The Clowns
Isnt it rich? are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air,
Send in the clowns, send in the clowns,
Isnt it bliss? dont you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who cant move,
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns,
Just when Id stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted,
Was yours,
Making my entrance again with my,
Usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there,
Dont you love farce?
My fault I fear,
I thought thar youd want what I want,
Sorry my dear,
And where are the clowns?
Quick send in the clowns,
Dont bother, theyre here,
Isnt it rich? isnt it queer?
Losing my timing this late,
In my career,
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns,
(? )
Send in the clowns. (x10),
song performed by by Grace Jones
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A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.
quote by Pearl S. Buck
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Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog; fewer when pursued by a mad woman; only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.
quote by Robertson Davies
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Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog fewer when pursued by a mad woman only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.
quote by Robertson Davies
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When Hitler came for the Jews... I was not a Jew, therefore, I was not concerned. And when Hitler attacked the Catholics, I was not a Catholic, and therefore, I was not concerned. And when Hitler attacked the unions and the industrialists, I was not a member of the unions and I was not concerned. Then, Hitler attacked me and the Protestant church
Martin Niemoller in Congressional Record, October 14, 1968
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I believe, based on the activities, and I am not an expert on terrorism by any stretch, but I believe that when they attacked the United States and they attacked New York and Washington, D.C., they thought they could defeat us.
In politics, yesterday's lie is attacked only to flatter today's.
quote by Jean Rostand
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Battle of the Herrings
A fishing action
North of France
1429 took place
Cause of battle
French vs. English
Anticipation/baited breath
River – flat plain
Set up strategy
Hook/line/sinker
British attacked first
French were slow
English bombarded fish
French did not
want to get
their shoes wet
Were most certain
outflanked by British
French counter attacked
Used Brie instead
of slippery worms
Won the fishing
competition – yelled Viva’
la fishermen French
“What was that”?
asked the English
“What’s the matter
with you cockneys
Hard of Herring? ”
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Get Me Out Of Here
(m&l - weikath)
I cant tell you how it happened
So I guess well never know
Im always late and running out of time
So I must be very slow
Someone must have smoked too much
Or is it only dust
My pals just tend to leave here in disgust
My flat is a mess same as ever before
My suits they stink like you dont wanna know
Junk to the left, trash to the right
Get me out of here I cant take it anymore
When the postman rings I stay in bed
I never make it down
My fridge must be alive inside
Its uttering funny sounds
If I dont know what time it is
I peek out if theres sun
No use anyway, my moneys gone
My flat is a mess same as ever before
My suits they stink like you dont wanna know
Junk to the left, trash to the right
Get me out of here I cant take it anymore
Get me out of here I cant take it anymore
song performed by by Helloween
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If I Ruled The World
If I ruled the world,
many changes I would make.
It would be required
that happiness shone
from everyone’s eyes,
not hate or oppression.
If I ruled the world,
I would require
everyone to love each other
as a sister or a brother
and care for those suffering
from the pains of illness.
If I ruled the world,
I would want it to be
a happier and more loving place
of lasting peace.
There would be no wars,
no hurt in anyone’s life.
Life would be long
and held with respect.
If I ruled the world
this is what I would require,
but sadly I do not
and my dreams are just dreams
of a place we call tranquillity.
However, if I ruled the world
I would try to make tranquillity
into our own reality.
I February 2010
poem by David Harris
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The World Is In Pain
This world was once as bright as gold
With happy people young and old
But then as the people tell
To the evil goodness began to sell
The world wasn’t as bad as it is
With people’s tears coming out as rain
It wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
And as the darkness began to prevail
So says the story tellers tale
From bad to worse, and worse to worst
It felt as if the whole world would burst
The world wasn’t filled with all sorts of crimes
With all the people going insane
The world wasn’t filled with killers and bandits
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
Now evil is ruling and angels are dieing
No truth is there and the people are lying
And as the truth is overpowered by lie
Over all places the dark clouds fly
The world wasn’t filled with lies
With search of truth ending in vain
The world wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
poem by Vidushi Khera
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The Winter Wolves Are Coming
The Winter Wolves are coming
They are drawing ever near
The Winter Wolves are coming
They smell our blood, our fear
The Winter Wolves are coming
In packs of hundreds and more
The Winter Wolves are coming
They are knocking at our door
The Winter Wolves are coming
With teeth as sharp as knives
The Winter Wolves are coming
They mean to take our lives
The Winter wolves are coming
The smell our blood, our fear
The Winter Wolves are coming
The Cold of Death is here.
poem by Tim Vallie
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The Depthness Of Their True 'Who
Seeking to have revealed,
The person behind the persona?
With a feeling felt real,
Stripped from a concealment?
To then show the depthness,
Of their true 'who'...
From under layers peeled?
Since this is what they had chosen to do.
When was the last time...
Anyone exposed their blemishes,
To acknowledge their flaws...
When they were verbally attacked,
For being unnatural.
And criticized by those pretentious...
Who themselves expressed shock,
Dismay AND appall.
And still people wish,
For those times to come...
When 'others' can be believed and trusted?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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International Clowns Guild. At a recent conference on racism
At a recent conference on racism
The International Clowns Guild made a surprise appearance
Sporting red noses and rainbow colored wigs
Apart from that, these Clowns looked just like everyone else.
Commencing their performance by hissing and booing
The Clowns between sobs their audience were wooing
Lamenting their complaint - simply stated
Because of their red noses and rainbow colored wigs
These Clowns claimed - for that, they had been discriminated against.
Removing their noses and colorful wigs
The Clowns indeed proved they looked just like everyone else:
As The Clowns true identity had been revealed
Laughter erupted for it was plainly seen
Clowns are people with or without their red noses or wigs
Thereby proving that between Clowns and People racism should never exist.
© Calac
The 2009 World Conference Against Racism was held in Geneva, Switzerland. Canada, the United States of America, New Zealand, Germany, Italy, Sweden, the Netherlands, Poland and, after some initial skepticism, Australia announced they would not participate in the conference.
The World Conference against Racism (WCAR) are international events organized by the UNESCO to struggle against racism ideologies and behaviours. Four conferences have been held so far, in 1978,1983,2001 and 2009. Founded after World War II as a dependent body of the United Nations, the UNESCO started as soon as its creation to promote scientific studies concerning ethnic groups and their diffusion in the public opinion to dispel pseudo-scientific rationalizations of racism. One of its first published work was The Race Question in 1950, signed by various internationally renowned scholars.
poem by Chris Lane
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