Should Not Be Surprised
Those who administer from an ignorant point of view,
Should not be surprised...
If their influence comes to bite their own backsides!
Remember...
You supply the tools,
To surround yourself with other fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Valediction
I ONCE was fond of fools,
And bid them come each day;
Then each one brought his tools
The carpenter to play;
The roof to strip first choosing,
Another to supply,
The wood as trestles using,
To move it by-and-by,
While here and there they ran,
And knock'd against each other;
To fret I soon began,
My anger could not smother,
So cried, "Get out, ye fools!"
At this they were offended
Then each one took his tools,
And so our friendship ended.
Since that, I've wiser been,
And sit beside my door;
When one of them is seen,
I cry, "Appear no more!"
"Hence, stupid knave!" I bellow:
At this he's angry too:
"You impudent old fellow!
And pray, sir, who are you?
Along the streets we riot,
And revel at the fair;
But yet we're pretty quiet,
And folks revile us ne'er.
Don't call us names, then, please!"--
At length I meet with ease,
For now they leave my door--
'Tis better than before!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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A Different Point Of View
(tennant/lowe)
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When Im sitting so close to you
Theres only one thing that I wanna do
But I know what youre likely to say
That Im going about it the wrong way
We cant agree about anything
Where to go or even where weve been
And I know what youre likely to do
Say that Ive never cared about you
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You dont believe a single word I say
If Id say black was white, youd say it was grey
But in spite of being treated this way
I still dream of you all night and day
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
Just this once
Just say yes
Please
Youve got a clever way of haunting me
Im never scared, but youre still daunting me
cause I know what youre likely to say
And I know that youll get your own way
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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A Love to Hate
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!
Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Racist Point Of View
If I was a white man,
My intelligence...
Would not be considered arrogant.
Nor would I be noticed flaunting my pride.
Or be thought of as a novelty!
But because I am black.
And factually identified with a liking of it.
I am thought to be a fool.
Because I have multiple experiences.
And most folks who like their perspectives kept,
From a racist point of view...
Think all black folks they call niggers are fools.
With a proudness to display their ignorant redneck status.
And being called a cracker they love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Surrounds Me
On my own again, left alone
To remember when
Her love filled my life
Made my life alive her love
Love around me
How can I cope without the love
That I had
(all around me, love surrounds me)
Surround me
The love that I lost was more than
I could hope to find
(love surround me, all around me)
Around me
Did I have love or did love have me
Oo love around me
But theres no
Theres no love of my own
Mmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm
Mm
I gave up our love
But it wont disappear
Oo love around me
Desire
Seems as though
Everywhere I go
Oo love around me
Put your arms around me
Huggin and a-kissin
Making the love Ive been missin
All around me
But theres no
Theres no love of my own
Love around me love surround me
No love of my own
Love around me love surround me
No love of my own
Love surround me love around me
No love of my own
Love surround me love around me
Put your love around me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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A matter of form for friend leslie
Consistency and symmetry
combined with meter seem to be
Ingredients of good poetry.
Though modernists will disagree.
They take a different point of view.
Convinced that anything will do
That writers need not follow rules
and those who do they see as fools
Consider rhyming is a crime
and meter just a waste of time.
But can this kind of writing last?
like that of poets from the past.
I don’t dispute they have the right
to choose the way in which they write.
Poetic prose can be divine
but not if it lacks discipline.
Your writing must be coherent.
A well established precedent
If what you write does not make sense.
What can be said in its defence?
If readers cannot comprehend
the message which you try to send
Because your meaning is not plain.
Perhaps its time to think again.
And realise there must be rules.
A craftsman has to know his tools.
If he does not then he will fail
his efforts all to no avail.
Some readers will choose poetry
and others prose preferably
It is your reader’s right to choose
to read your writings or refuse.
If you don’t cater to their needs
don’t be surprised if no one reads.
If how you write is too obscure.
Then change your style. The only cure.
30/06/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Devoted and Truer Fools
Those who 'use' to be the ones,
Depicted as fools.
With a diminishing done,
To any influence they might have had...
Have not been the fools,
Many were led to believe.
With a choice to ruin their integrity!
It seems those fools,
Had always worn tailored made suits.
And deceived with fake impressions.
Diluting those minds without a conscious.
And it seems as though,
Those who have followed the ones...
Impressing with dress and promises,
Have been made devoted and truer fools.
And today they know this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fools haven
The haven of fools
This is the haven fools
Fools do not like greatness
So they hate to progress
Fools lack wisdom
They are far from freedom
Their heart attaineth riches
But they don't have riches
Fools will perish
But the upright will flourish
He will nourish
Has anybody seen
The end of the foolish
Think for wisdom excelleth folly
Whom will you like to be
The end of the upright
Is everlasting life
Like a tree
Planted by the river side
Marry it, let it be your bride
Keep it as your pride
Do away with ignorant
For the truth is important
Fools has pleasure in vanity
But the happiness
Of the wise is in eternity
poem by Matt Ancient
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Mob Rules
Close the city and tell the people that somethings coming to call
Death and darkness are rushing forward to take a bite from the wall, oh
Youve nothing to say
Theyre breaking away
If you listen to fools...
The mob rules
The mob rules
Kill the spirit and youll be blinded, the end is always the same
Play with fire, you burn your fingers and lose your hold of the flame, oh
Its over, its done
The end is begun
If you listen to fools...
The mob rules
Youve nothing to say
Oh, theyre breaking away
If you listen to fools...
Break the circle and stop the movement, the wheel is thrown to the ground
Just remember it might start rolling and take you right back around
Youre all fools!
The mob rules!
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Dear Interpreter Of My Life
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
With your assessing insight.
There are times I find,
Your comments quite amusing.
And other times they annoy...
Since within my mind,
Many experiences...
Have been employed.
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
I do my best to respect opinion.
I do my best to bite my tongue.
I do my best,
Not to debate the life I've lived.
Because a comprehension,
Prevents comparisons to others...
Who are on separate missions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I can remember feeling very angry, and saying no! I can do it myself! From that point of view it was very emotional for me to get myself to the point to sit in the chair and be ""up"".
quote by Gregory Hines
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It Was Seen Coming
It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.
It was seen coming.
Oh yes it was.
An undoing stunning.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.
They kept their trapped boxes locked.
Hoping what they started would stop the clock.
Taking off shoes and socks to sneak...
Down all hall corridors,
With a slipping past those...
Snoring with eyes closed.
Even when they were opened...
Impressively dressed thieves,
Came through and exited when they pleased.
It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.
And hauled all their bounty on a get away bus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adam's Bite
International culture was the word,
Windswept this Marxian thought.
Here, here to meet the parochial ends
Dumped Marx into foolish thoughts.
In this holy land of ours
Violence was an alien word,
Prejudice was a Turkish term
Paradoxical Marxian thoughts they are now.
But as the saying goes: those who forget history are condemned to repeat it.
Has established and is not symbolic now.
Eve enticed Adam to take the bite,
That struck the stroke of misery right.
The tranquillity has been ostracised by the ‘bite'.
O fools! Remember the Adam's bite,
Improvise, and chase the Satan right
History otherwise will rewind.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Where They Meet For Drinks
Some are shocked,
By my responses.
And my adult point of view.
And somehow I am not surprised...
When I hear someone whine,
About a missing lollipop...
Discovered gone from the sandbox,
At the playground where they meet for drinks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So sorry I hurt you
I am So Sorry I hurt you,
Words that are void and empty.
Meaningless to the intelligent,
But hold Purpose to the ignorant.
How can anyone be sorry?
Truly sorry,
For things deliberately done?
Sorry are the lies that fly off the lips
Of the erroneous ones
Only to make themselves feel better.
To be truly sorry,
You would never have anything to be sorry about.
Sorry is a fairytale, only holding merit to starry eyed fools
The fools who use the word,
And the fools who believe them.
How can you be sorry for anything done intentionally?
Sorry would be better if it were a four letter word.
And censored from our vocabulary
There is no such thing as sorry!
poem by Dougie Fresh
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Unexpected Elegance for M lady Dee Daffodil
Once I met a well known poet.
He was dressed conservatively
I was surprised but did not show it.
He was not as I thought he would be.
Noted for eccentricity.
In his writing, Avant Garde.
I thought he’d dress outrageously
and I found it rather hard
to accept he was so clean and neat
and not all as I had thought.
A country gentleman complete.
Another lesson life has taught.
A plain exterior can conceal
a mind which thinks chaotically
that’s not reluctant to reveal
a hatred of normality.
Which he attacks with savagery
disregarding all the rules.
Stating unconcernedly
Conformings’s for unthinking fools.
I had expected flamboyance
but I was wrong as usual
his understated elegance.
He made appear quite natural
His mode of dress serves to conceal,
but then he states his point of view..
He sees no reason to reveal
himself until he chooses to
A more effective camouflage
which well conceals his anarchy
Which fools most people by and large.
I must confess that he fooled me..
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Look How Limited And Dim That Point Of View Is
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Remember those cowboy and indian days.
And the cavalry lead by John Wayne...
Saved every studio making movies,
In old Hollywood.
And our sense of greatness,
Was raised to new heights.
We taught our picked enemies how to fight!
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And in denial many wont admit it in public.
As if their mindset does not reflect their ideals.
It does.
Any human being can feel the insignifance of it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And to the extreme the protection of insecurities.
Look how the punching of holes in a once floating boat,
Sinks it!
Racists can't help but be crazy.
And many just lay on the beach to tan.
Without knowing a thing about swimming!
Or which deeds to uphold in respect and demand.
Look how limited and dim that point of view is!
And I'm just observing it.
Not passing judgement on this at all.
I choose not to stall my forward pace.
I choose to widen my perceptions...
As I move my mind into a broader space.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Isn't Science
Why is it,
That when someone has decided...
To leave others alone and their foolishness,
Sends out a signal...
That what the person is really seeking,
Is attention.
So 'they', the 'others', have decided,
This is just a phase someone is going through...
And they will remain the fools,
They believe endears them to others.
And they do choose to stay the fools with solicitation,
That popularizes with encouragement the entire population.
'Sometimes ignorance is bliss.'
Okay.
Point out one person,
That has become blissed as a benefit...
By their admission to being ignorant.
Just one.
'That is a challenge.
Especially when no one admits it.'
That's the problem!
Everyone wants to teach their method,
Of ignorance...
To discourage anyone making attempts,
To escape from it.
'So what is it you suggest we should do? '
Continue to pretend we are intelligent.
People will leave us alone.
This isn't science.
But trust me...
It works!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Moments
Now if all my golden moments
Could be rolled into one
They would shine just like the sun
For a summer day
And after it was over
We could have it back again
With credit to the editor
For striking out the rain (very clean)
And all it really needed
Was the proper point of view
No ones gonna bring me down
No ones gonna stop me now
Now I gathered up my sorrows
And I sold them all for gold
And I gathered up the gold
And I threw it all away
It all went for a good time and a song (come on)
The laughter was like music
It did float my soul along for awhile
And all it really needed was the proper point of view
No ones gonna reach me here
No ones gonna know Im gone
You may think I might be crazy
And I guess you might be right
But I know the way I feel today is out of sight
I do not trust your senses to remember your name
Without corrective lenses
Things are never twice the same anyway
And all it really needed
Was the proper point of view
No ones gonna bring me down
No ones gonna stop me now
No ones gonna reach me here
No ones gonna know Im gone
song performed by by James Taylor
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This They Wish to Insist
Please tell me this isn't true?
No one takes pride in being ignorant!
Submersed in those ignorant things they say and do.
Do they knowingly accept,
An incorrectness they perfect?
And if they do,
How far will they get?
When already they display,
Such a stupidness in disarray.
Please tell me this isn't true?
No one takes pride in being ignorant,
Submersed in those ignorant things they say and do.
And if this is true...
That deadend ahead is no accident?
It was an intention meant?
To experience what?
And to enlighten who?
If fools can be this wise...
Wouldn't it have been more feasible,
To spend less on clown makeup...
And have done the same thing,
To produce efforts...
More collectively economized?
Or...
Do they feel,
Those who 'are' wise should be taught lessons?
And this they wish to insist,
They are the ones better qualified...
With no one to argue how they go about it.
And being in disguise,
Allows them to go effectively undetected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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