Sentiments
Instead of cheering those of their own,
To succeed and achieve...
And laying to pave a foundation they could depend.
For them and generations to come,
And strengthen.
They feed on deceit, idle jealousy and thieves.
Creating an isolation of destituting deprivation.
Begging for handouts and diminishing empathies.
Until they too...
Like dust from rusting particles in the wind,
That dry up and blow away!
Leaving them unabled to comprehend...
Or connect loose ends.
These minds are not nurtured,
To let those kinds of thoughts sink in!
And the sentiments expressed...
Will not become digested soon enough,
For them to grasp and reflect upon
Their expected disapperance!
That can be assured and counted on!
If they do not free themselves of an ignorance...
They possess and accept with devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming Down Hard On Crime
They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.
So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!
Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.
They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')
Very nice!
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!
Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?
NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strapped To Ineffective Stagnation
When a choice is made,
To dismiss the experience of another...
With feelings that become defensive,
Because someone is perceived to be...
A know it all with a hidden agenda to achieve!
How can anyone blame with a finding of fault,
The one who decides to walk away...
From those who choose,
A brick wall to find and repeatedly stalk.
Without making any attempts to climb.
Leaving behind this kind of mindset,
Is best to do with no need to feed conflicts.
Or a getting upset!
People will or will not eventually learn,
From hitting their heads that are knocked.
As facts accepted,
Prevents their delusions with a stopping.
And a respect is given to a listening,
That develops one's comprehension that starts...
A devotion to understanding.
When that begins,
An ignorance dissipates to end!
Like a collection of dust blowing away with a wind.
And the one who has risen to accept life to wisen,
Refrains from the sharing of rolling childish eyes.
Or tries to compromise a truth,
To argue with those too foolish to remove limitations.
That keeps them strapped to ineffective stagnation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like the Rusting Does
The foundation laid for this creation is deep.
While some snore away their time...
Others find none to nod.
Or a wink of sleep to tease,
What is needed to be done!
Some will never know what it takes,
Or the sacrifices made...
To break free and shake loose,
From petty excuses heard...
To pleasure the thoughts of one to do nothing!
There are too many steps to take,
To shake away barriars prior to attempting to succeed
At success.
Too many obstacles to face in fear to get over.
Too many alone moments in cold sweats.
Uncertain if decisions made will bring happiness,
Or regrets!
And too many excuses heard...
By someone who pesters,
The movement of one's forward steps.
But not letting an upsetting collect dust...
Like the rusting does under annoying fakers,
Wishing to trip up one's quickly paced stride!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Begging You
Im begging you,
Im begging you.
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it,
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy, ready to blow, got the horn good to go wait
Oh, his stings all gone, now hes begging you, begging you
Here is a warning, the sky will divide
Since I took off the lid, theres nowhere to hide
Now Im begging you, Im begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
But be minded, like minded, Im gone
Still Im with you, Im begging you, Im begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, give it begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, yeah Im begging you, Im begging you
Weigh it and say it, is it all in a name
Does it call you or maul you and drive you insane
Can it make you remember, time is in place
Now Im begging you, Im begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it
Everybody saw it, saw the dust that he made
Make all the dust that you can, make all the dust that you can
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Keep looking for loose ends; Keep alive and kicking
Keep looking for loose ends, Keep alive and kicking
The very essence of survival among
All living systems lies in the
Locating of loose ends and fixing them adequately
Making of another million
May be one’s loose end while
Winning the next meal
May be that of some one else
Growth of his industrial empire
May be the loose end of an entrepreneur, while
Moving on to the next stage in the spiritual path
May be that of someone different
Getting a loan for building own accommodation
May be some other’s loose end while
Paying back the availed loan
May be the loose end of a third other person
Keeping in tact his political position and
Getting a suitable placemen
May be other loose ends, which are common
Building a new nest may be a bird’s loose end while
Snatching the next prey may be a tiger’s loose end
Thus all are after loose ends
The fact is that locating a loose end is not really the end
As loose ends by themselves are no issues
Loose ends get entangled and invite
New and unknown complications
Some know their loose ends
They seemingly do not think or act on these
May be they are confident of meeting the resultant
Complications effectively and adequately
Some are lost in worrying over the complications
And they find no time to fix loose ends
Loose ends remain loose anytime to blow up
With unexpected implications
It is indeed, the desire that fix loose ends
This desire leads these people as how to fix them
They act on the knowledge and secure loose ends
Loose ends are really fixed by
Emotion-free and knowledge-based actions
So,
Keep discovering loose ends
Develop a desire to fix them.
Know how to go about and
Importantly and finally act
Keep alive and kicking
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Begging You
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it everybody saw it
Saw the dust that he made
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
Got the horn good to go wait
Oh his sting's all gone
Now he's begging you
Begging you
Here is a warning the sky will divide
Since I took of the lid
Now there's nowhere to hide
Now I'm belling you
I'm begging you
This is a mystery not to be solved
but be minded like minded
I'm gone still I'm with you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Give it over give it over
Give it over give it over
Yeah I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Give it over give it over
Give it over give it over
Yeah I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Weigh it and say it
Is it all in a name
Does it call you or maul you
And drive you insane
Can it make you remember time is a place
Now I'm belling you
I'm begging you
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it everybody saw it
Saw the dust that he made
Make all the dust that you can
Make all the dust that you can
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Second Coming
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What Is this All About
Scathing?
That may be.
But none of it attempts to erase,
Or shy away from reality.
Bitter?
Well...
No one should consider truth that way.
But it isn't embraced.
In fact,
It is hated by those nurtured on delusion.
Purpose?
To implement it.
A deceit free society.
Even if minds have been fantasized.
Expected outcome?
Civil unrest with protest unaccepting...
An honesty folks have never received.
Folks will argue with talk show hosts,
Seething about their standards of life.
And how that has been devalued...
By those not strong enough,
To keep them from putting their hands...
In the cookie jar,
Over and over and over again.
Earmarks?
Well...
They want to blame him for not omitting them.
But has anyone refused them?
Who did not accept them?
What is this all about?
Cowboys and Indians.
Hosted by the Chinese,
Who love those Jungle Bunnies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selective Hearing
'I can't.
I wont.'
So...
I image you will never ever,
Either.
Have it your way.
You are what you feed on to 'eat'.
'I did not say that!
Why are you attempting,
To lay your negativity...
On me? '
I believe you have elected to have selective hearing.
Or...
Maybe I misinterpret your expressed thoughts.
From your lips to my mind they were brought.
N'est pas?
'Non mon ami.'
When you say, 'I can't! '
In my mind I connect to 'never'.
When you say, 'I wont! '
An 'ever' is automatically attached to that.
'Well...
I didn't mean it that way.'
Whatever way you meant it,
Cemented that as if an affirmation.
'I expected you to be supportive.'
I 'still' expect you to be accountable.
And frankly,
I don't think you are capable!
Now...
THAT is negativity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jealously
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos i can't win it with you
Words like punches - things we said
Under the belt and in the head
Down for the count in a cold cold bed
Beat by jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
You won't hear what i imply
What you say - i won't buy
You deny but you lie
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
Down suspicious - torn in doubt
Dirty vicious - knock me out
Danger, danger - stakes are high
Hook the blow between the eyes
Every round - we lose more ground
Jealousy
Jealousy - jealousy
Stanglehold - love can't breathe
Let me be - set me free
Jealousy
song performed by by Heart
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.
I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.
Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.
However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.
And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2009
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
People will find themselves delusion free.
And committed to priorities...
Greed and fantasies did not allow them to be.
An awakening of sorts,
Will have them questioning their religious beliefs.
Since those philosophies held onto...
Created their conflicts and their grief!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Remember those times and days of respect?
Expect more of that sincerely reflected.
Accept kindness expressed,
From those you did not expect.
And reject temptation to extend bitterness.
There will be many who will wish to increase peace.
To see the nonsense kept in declaring who is inferior...
As superiority over others,
Will from their minds decrease.
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Protective thoughts to defend,
Of what is not yours but mine will come to an end.
Since an introduction of a higher consciousness will take affect.
To inspire goodwill for all humanity!
And all who invested in 'things' they lost...
Will discover they have become happier.
To achieve this without paying the cost!
With wishes of simplicity...
To become the focused objectivity!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
A new beginning comes.
With a clarity of mind that defines reality!
And leaving behind divisions and nonsense.
Of all kinds.
That's what folks will find,
In 2-0-0-9.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolation
In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize
Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.
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Their Aim Is to Blame
They decided to induce
A form of ignorance
That kept them seduced
To comforts now rusting
And minds long detached.
Their aim is to blame
The doers of misdeeds.
But they can not remove them,
From their homes to do it!
Or claim those they deemed ignorant...
For leaving unpaid bills,
To stack against their paint chipping doors!
And the government is not listening either.
Since its debts are foreign financed!
To keep thoughts of greatness enhanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Mine to Own
Just give me my prize!
For a life lived...
Both bold and wise.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.
Just give me my prize.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I connect it.
Now I can accept.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
Just,
Give me my prize I accept it.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
Just give me my prize,
I accept it.
It's mine alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A firm n focus
Continue to stay firm and focus
Always try to have plus and no minus
You may succeed in life thus
This is strictly between you and us
Say it in simple way
Attention always pays
Think always positive
Try very hard and be assertive
Failure or success may not deter
Neither they dominate nor do they alter
No dissenting voice to utter
Doors always open and no closing of shutters
Free and fresh air to come in
After draw backs there may be win
Try hard for tough bargain
No to worry but target should be main
Achieve it at no cost
There is no love to be lost
It be counted as most
The relation must strengthen and not frost
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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this Too Shall Pass Away...
everyone
everything
will be blown off
by the wind as
innumerable dust particles
on an evening of dust storms
everything
everyone
will simply be washed away
in a flash flood while the
world is fast asleep
as vulnerable as dust particles
and as susceptable to flood
why indulge in polemics...
June 10,2010
9: 01pm ·
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Man's burden
I know your burden is heavy as you wait for relief.
You lay in the bed praying just for some peace.
You have a world of responsibility upon you
Trying to be sure that you always do
Whatever it takes to do for everyone else
Too much pride to ask for some help.
You don’t want to disappoint anyone you love
As you close your eyes praying to God above.
To strengthen you and give you the ability
To use you in all the ways you know He needs.
I know it’s overwhelming and tiring too
All the things you feel expected to do.
I look at you with eyes of respect
Watching you trying to balance and reflect.
You see the needs of all the people around you
And constantly envisioning what to do.
You spend hours upon hours trying to please everyone
And yet you never feel like your work is ever done.
I know you don’t get the response you deserve
For all you do as you continue to serve.
And if you haven’t heard it enough
I want to be the one to hold you up.
To encourage and uplift you, praise you and love you
While you pour out your heart into all that you do.
I see the goal and I see the light
As you try and you try to get the kids right
Drained, exhausted, tired and sore
From the yolk of each child’s burden you bore.
Be uplifted my love, even in your weakest hour.
Never allow Satan to steal or devour
The hope you possess or the joy that you bring
Providing support while it’s on you that they lean
You are the rock, the foundation on which they build.
Resurrecting young dreams that were trampled or killed.
Their teacher, their mentor, their friend
The one thing on which they know they can depend.
poem by Miss Thang
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Seeking Class Not Pizzazz
The only thing people can declare
Rightfully theirs
Without a doubt
Is their debt
And nothing else they possess
Can be claimed to have achieved
Such greatness as they have been taught
To perceive
Such endeavors as these
Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...
Of...
Of...
'Longevity? '
No!
'Self centered idealism? '
No!
Although I 'feel' your sentiments!
But no!
'Gluttony, Greed, deceit, dishonesty? '
No.
That has already been determinded,
By those staring at the mummified remains
Of Egyptians during the last museum tours.
'I think I've got it!
Listen to this...
'Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...'
A lack of lust for life! '
I can see why you are not a writer.
That sits no where near being profound!
Oh,
Here we go...
'Without a hint of guilt expressed
And that is a remarkable sign of...
Sadness! '
'Of what?
SADNESS?
That has no pizzazz! '
I'm seeking class not pizzazz.
And there 'is' a difference!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Creation of the Universe
When God decided to create the universe
His body expanded His visible glow to its utmost
And said, Be
(From center point of God)
As a result the biggest artificial glow Kurshi was created
Then He shrunk His visible glow
And made it big as paradise
And said again, Be
(From the same place)
As a result all minds were created
Then God said, Say, Am I not your Lord?
All answered, Certainly You are!
Afterward God’s Body created His throne
Then He created Laohay Mahfuz and His Pen
Then the pen wrote the endless story in brief
Starting it with the Arabic sentence
Bismillahir-Rahmanir-Rahim
At that time all the minds were in pairs
Then God split apart the mind of the sky and the earth
And God's Body descended from His throne
Then took many minds including mind of the earth
To the place where this starry sky now exists
And said, Be
Its outcome was the Big Bang Explosion
Then He spread the minds
Into this explosion of tiniest particles
Then God started creating the upper skies
With His own hands and other limbs of His Body
It was the sixth long day for God
When He started creating paradise and hell
Since beginning of creation
After creating paradise and hell
God created the angels and the flora and fauna of both
Then God’s Body ascended on His Throne.
Tiniest particle is positively
And its glow is negatively charged
In the beginning
As a result of tremendous pressure and heat
Some of the tiniest particles’ part of the glow was torn off
Thus they become positively charged particles
When this sky was cooling down
The negatively charged glows
Merged with some tiniest particles
Thus they become negatively charged particles
Tiniest particles have seventy thousand layers of glow
Each layer of glow has a different color and characteristic
That’s why so many types of particles evolved.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Not Seeking a Free Lunch
Give me the illiterate.
And those illegitimate,
With the negative sentiments.
Made by those disgruntled...
With expressed opinions sent.
Although not facing,
Similar predicaments.
And I will show you a people,
As proud as they can be...
To work and struggle harder,
To prove themselves...
Not out to seek a free lunch!
Like most everyone else...
Looking for a sweetened life,
Easy for them to munch.
Or accepting handouts believed,
Given to those too ignorant to know...
Who patronizes them,
In an 'asumed' defeat.
And not realize,
They too recognize an opportunity...
To get themselves on their own two feet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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