Scurrying to Hide Their Self Servicing
Transit operations add onto the bailout wave.
An economic glitch has transfixed the land.
A dike has broken and no bandage can fix...
The overflow of a crisis,
Hidden by tricks and other conflicts!
Now tearing loose the slipping grip held,
Of those startled and unbelieving it!
But this for years has been creeping to centerstage.
As those in leadership positions,
Socialized in grandiose style and pulchritude.
With an embellishment of their self worth...
Quickly becoming identified with lowlife, trash and dirt!
And seen scurrying to hide,
Their self servicing with greed that appears in their eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The years of the economic depression have been years of political reaction, and that is why the economic crisis has generated a world peace crisis.
quote by Arthur Henderson
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Strength In Leadership
Strength in leadership,
And commitment to rhetoric...
As the dollar value slips.
Leaving harder times to come and exist!
Has nothing to do with who has image.
That ego massaged has caused this rift!
Creating an estrangement of realities.
People have had it and are getting sick.
Hidden corruption and blatant greed...
Has only delivered a few this bliss.
And those who have been against this ssshhh...
'It...
Does not make a difference.
Sacrifices influenced and made,
Today has taken savings of money away.
Strength in leadership has camouflaged to hide...
A catastrophe that avalanches to bleed an economy dry!
And a lack of confidence,
No matter who now lies to convince this mindlessness.
Even if wished...
We can not rid ourselves of none of these conflicts!
Why?
'WHY? '
Some ask as if to be answered.
As if a strength in leadership...
Will cure their ailments and other illnesses quick.
When they who raised these questions...
Praising those crazed.
Welcomed all it!
And ignored nonconformists who resisted,
The actions of these defective movements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Style
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style
song performed by by Utopia
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Every Poem Is About Herself And...
every poem, she likes to think, is about herself,
and it is like a diary, that bares all
what she is
what she wants to be....
it is like she is dancing on the floor
while we watch
unbelieving that she can do such a thing...
she strips naked before our eyes
and we close our eyes
the baby fat, the broken bone, the hanging abdomen
the loose skin on the ribs,
the elongated breasts suffering through all the years
i ask her if she can put back her dress
she cries and then she leaves
i guess, that was her best poem ever written.
sad, and finally departing like the hands on the boat
on the economy class
leaving
looking for the land of promise
searching for happiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nucleus
How can you take away the nucleus
and expect everything outside of it
to stay mended together with strength?
A family is held together by a bandage.
You take away the bandage and you got a wound.
Sometimes a wound can heal on its own
and sometimes it can get infected or never heal.
I've seen it all before, the bandages go away
and then the wound that is left attacks itself.
The skin, the blood, the puss, and all the cells
that were once held together by one bandage
turn on itself and then it all melts as if touched by acid.
I don't think that will happen to our wound.
I think we'll all band together and form a new bandage.
It might not be one person holding it all together,
but it will be all of us coming together
like hospital staff to make sure we don't die of an infection.
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Blindman's Buff
OH, my Theresa dear!
Thine eyes, I greatly fear,
Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,
And wherefore shouldst thou catch but me?
Ere long thou held'st me fast,
With arms around me cast,
Upon thy breast I fell;
Scarce was thy bandage gone,
When all my joy was flown,
Thou coldly didst the blind repel.
He groped on ev'ry side,
His limbs he sorely tried,
While scoffs arose all round;
If thou no love wilt give,
In sadness I shall live,
As if mine eyes remain'd still bound.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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An Isn't...Is!
An isn't...
Is!
When that isn't...
Appears.
An isn't...
Is!
When that isn't...
Appears.
Cheating spouses,
Who run about...
To play a cat and mouse,
Out of the house.
Often lie,
When they can...
To hide unfaithfulness from eyes that scan.
But that isn't...
Is!
When that isn't appears.
Oh yes that isn't,
Is...
When that isn't appears!
Those downlow and attempting discreet...
Play it cheap,
While sneaking under sheets.
Be they lesbians or homos too,
Cruising darkened streets to do what they do...
To hide an isn't...
That is!
When they say what isn't,
Appears.
Oh yes that isn't,
Is...
When that isn't appears!
You can say that isn't,
Is!
When that isn't,
Appears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is As If They Wish To Mark and Brand
Once it is decided,
A lie will be told...
To enhance the 'standing'
In someone else's eyes,
By those who do this.
It often leads to bleak circumstances!
Especially when it is discovered,
Those lied to and lied on...
Have known about it.
The moment it was done!
Liars often use the same pattern.
And leave familiar tracks.
It is as if they wish to mark and brand,
With a certain pride...
Their own deceptions.
Unbelieving the power of truth and facts.
Like a child who will not admit,
It is their hands seen in the cookie jar!
Thinking it 'cute' to declare themselves invisible.
Some even maneuver these 'skills'
Into leadership positions just for the attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you dream of something worth doing and then simply go to work on it and don't think anything of personalities, or emotional conflicts, or of money, or of family distractions; it is amazing how quickly you get through those 5,000 steps.
quote by Edwin Land
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believe it
I can't believe we are still trying
I can't believe we are still crying
Can you believe We still believe
That it's all worth the trying
That it's all worth the crying
We cant hide from masking
That covers scars on the heart
We can't hide from this hurting
That is fucking tearing us apart
Believe it,
It's happening through our eyes
Believe it,
There is no hiding through our lies
I'm exhausted from running
I'm exhausted from not breathing
There is no use in denying
That our dream is dying.
poem by Jay Aguiniga
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My country is in the grips of a major economic crisis. This is causing dramatic consequences for the very existence of Polish families. A permanent economic crisis in Poland may also have serious repercussions for Europe. Thus, Poland ought to be helped and deserves help.
quote by Lech Walesa
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Broken Thread
Broken Thread
Waking early I hear myself breathing
Covered up in my hand me down hand me down
Hiding under my patchwork freezing
With my wedding dress calling me, calling me
I dress myself in dis-function
Do I drown you in sympathy, sympathy
You could be my winter messiah
Scarred around and around me....around me
Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
I choose to set you on fire
No-more wearing and tearing me, tearing me
Your still my only desire
And now it seems like your leaving me, freeing me, healing me.
Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Rotary provides training at all levels so that those who have been selected for leadership positions have the opportunity to learn and apply leadership principles to their jobs.
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With Less Directness
They would wish to receive their crisis not so crisp.
With just a bit of honesty...
That doesn't overflow with it.
Some say his truthfulness is too abrupt.
Too effective to resist.
And they want him to give this up!
Creamed filled truths...
Dripping to lick as they please.
Is what they want to hear from him.
Not the reality of a deepening economic squeeze.
These folks would rather get...
Something that is addressed,
With less directness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tearing And Breaking
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
All the love that I have ever known
Came from the sweetest of hearts
Every time I was looking for love
I found it in you
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
All the tears you found in your eyes
I know that they were mine
All the love you were trying to disguise
I never could desert
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
Saw that look in the eyes and I felt so sorry for myself
I could've cried
Heard you saying goodbye and you know it felt so strange
Cause I know we'd tried
(With all the tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
I can watch it fly away
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
All the tearing and breaking down
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
Tearing and breaking down
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away, fly away, fly again
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Who Are They Who Point to The Liberals?
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those who send others,
To end their conflicts?
Those who sit with their opinions...
And sip on dry martinis.
And discuss their vacation visits.
Those of 'right winged' policies...
Whose sons and daughters,
Hide behind college walls...
With no military,
Or civic duties to complete!
Those who feed their greed,
And learn skills of deception.
To earn positions on Wall Street!
With their cheating test scores,
That have granted them B.A., M.A....
And Doctorate degrees.
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those that have turned their quality of life...
Into a cesspool of decadence,
Created to instill fear and strife.
To all now witnessing their economic blight!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those who wish to do things right.
Those who are concern about all human life.
Those who now must clean up the mess.
Left by separatists conservatives!
Thick with mindsets of incompetence.
And walking on destructive paths!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
'Those who feel they should be invited...
To kneel before the Queen of England,
And be knighted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get a Grip
This extraordinary trip,
Is going to involve backflips.
Upsetting what is 'normal'
With a normalcy perceived squeezed from it.
Bringing many to vomit.
And leaving many more quite sick.
However...
The awareness of what comes,
Is better than denying none of it comes to exist.
Get a grip!
There is no avoiding it.
Even magic applied will not disguise the ride.
It is going to deliver...
A bump to the rump of those already grumpy.
And lumps galore,
To the throats of those who had been bored.
This is not a tease to appease as before.
Get a grip!
You will witness there is no joking about this!
Blindfolds?
Only if those using them,
Can promise their use...
Will buffer the screams that begin.
And the first jolt experienced,
Introduces a breathtaking scene.
Some will think gets progressively mean.
Get a grip!
Especially those opposed to reality!
And accustomed to rely on denial to hide them.
This 'trip' is going to hit,
Like an unblocked fist that strikes in transit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here's to the Mice!
(Written with the hope that the socialists might yet dethrone Kaiser and Czar.)
Here's to the mice that scare the lions,
Creeping into their cages.
Here's to the fairy mice that bite
The elephants fat and wise:
Hidden in the hay-pile while the elephant thunder rages.
Here's to the scurrying, timid mice
Through whom the proud cause dies.
Here's to the seeming accident
When all is planned and working,
All the flywheels turning,
Not a vassal shirking.
Here's to the hidden tunneling thing
That brings the mountain's groans.
Here's to the midnight scamps that gnaw,
Gnawing away the thrones.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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No One Left to Victimize
Feed them trash.
And they will love it.
Overwhelm them with brilliance...
And they will be stunned.
If some are able to do both,
They will be praised.
And those in movements to slander,
Will be amazed their days are done.
There is no one left to victimize.
And their tear swollen eyes hide,
In holes they have dug...
To smother themselves,
In worthless dirt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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