Sightings
You would have to be a bat wearing Foster Grants.
Or some shaded eye covering,
Not to notice 'something' in the sky.
Something that has flashed by...
Or stopped just to get your attention.
And your attention these 'objects' demand.
It is time to go within children.
Children of the slow in mind.
Children in denial with reality placed on trial.
Sightings!
That's what these celestrial beings are.
Sightings!
Although depicted in your Bible.
You rely on a consciousness...
That is unreliable.
And that is kept denied.
Sightings!
That's what these celestrial beings are.
An awareness for many.
And unbelievable when seen.
Sightings!
That's what these celestrial beings are.
Slowly piercing through dimensions unknown.
But deliberately done.
Not to have the masses scream.
OR be afraid to submit.
And the return of The One...
To this planet comes!
Or perhaps just one of many ONES,
Representing kingdoms throughout the Universe...
See us and descend!
To be welcomed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indigo Sightings
Eager to please
Eager to swallow
Hook, line and sinker
Such are but indigo sightings
Part of my rainbow
The color of blood oozes in delight
Reaching towards the relativities in life
Seeking a hand for support
Whatever leanings one has to offer
My point of reference
Has always been for the good of many
The poor, the sick and the needy
I may be deaf, i may be blind
But you Oh Lord
Know what my heart speaks over and over
I might be a fool to others
But justice seeks its own kind
On boundaries I say find
Indigo sightings
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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How Archaic Can They Be?
Only children not given attention,
Are out of control.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
That's what I've always been told.
And the evidence of that,
Is not an assumption!
That's a fact.
A child undisciplined,
Will bring grief in the end.
And those doing their research through books,
Are the ones seen tearfully...
Expressing they've done what they thought it took,
To keep their children from becoming...
Liars, criminals and deceiving petty crooks.
How archaic can they be?
Wanting to whipped their children...
Into respectful human beings?
Only children not given attention,
Are out of control.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
That's what I've always been told.
And still to this very day,
As the industry of incarceration...
Blooms to a boom without a bust,
There are those who are scholars...
Professing they know a way,
How a restoration of values and standards,
Will eliminate division and the onslaught of decay.
AND return the public's trust.
IF...
We all follow 'their' instructions,
Outlined in their bestselling books!
Instilling within us a more educated way...
To properly train our children to become,
The liars, criminals and deceiving petty crooks...
A decadent society has obviously become.
And with a price to pay.
That's the way it looks!
How archaic can they be?
Wanting to whipped their children...
Into respectful human beings?
Only children not given attention,
Are out of control.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
That's what I've always been told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem In The Making
What if we were sainted beings emmbedded in disguise?
sent to this celestrial orb to show our devine prize
and as we go through hustle-flow a story takes a ride
these words we speak are flowers, just waiting to unfold
some so brightly versed, words so strongly told
What if we are all apart of this? A universal poem
each one has a say, each one here to play
And so then behold!
Life be a timeless poem, and we - jointly authors
our verses do intersect to tell which way to go
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Tibetan Prayer
'om mani padme hung,
om mani padme hung...'
may all beings be freed from suffering.
may all beings breathe as one.
may all beings live in peace.
may all beings learn to give.
may all beings walk in unity.
may all beings walk in forgiveness.
may all beings lay down their weapons.
may all beings be fed and have shelter.
may all beings know they are loved.
may all beings join hands.
may all beings live in awareness.
may all beings be freed from suffering.
'om mani padme hung,
om mani padme hung...'
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Unicorn 1
Those who’ve seen one, all give differing accounts;
that’s how it should be. No in-depth video. No coffee-table book.
But the collected book of sightings –
that’s hairs on the back of the neck stuff.
One detail, though, they all agree– it came at just the right time;
although they did not know it at the time;
but time brought truth; as truth brought time.
The place they saw it– now that was surely a surprise;
and so they wonder
how their own hallowed place can not bring further sightings;
forgetting that unicorns are not bound by the same space and time
as we the spellbound are. Their space and time if we could see them
would be like joy and sadness indistinguishable.
By night, they live as unicorns must live
within this world; so that they may live among us
while living free from us; this the law of magic
which to them is natural; it’s said they live at night
by the light of their own horn, that glows like fireflies glow,
light without fire; except that we cannot see that light.
(Scientists may explain this; EM wavelengths, ultra-infra …;
all they, we, really need is taken care of...)
And then by day, they love the quiet places; for
they do not seek us, or seek to show themselves;
but we are drawn to seek their mystery.
For mysteries are not mysteries unless they hide a truth.
Forest glades; among the hills; white amidst the waves;
wherever we are nearest to one in ourselves.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I See This Negligence In Children's Eyes
'Where is 'my' beginning? '
I see this negligence in children's eyes.
I see their intelligent minds ignored,
By unfocused parents...
Who believe raising their children,
Is a chore assigned.
And not blessed by The Divine,
By design and...
Who art in heaven.
'Where is 'my' beginning?
To receive the attention I am not getting.'
And I don't wonder why,
When these children grow denied...
They despise their parents!
Or 'whoever' raises this sense of hate,
Created within their minds to find and ignite.
As if to spite their births.
When I recognize what is in those eyes,
From my own experience I use to choose to deny...
I deliberately make eye contact with these children,
Who 'know'...
When someone else perceives their feelings,
And this shows.
To leave them with a quick smile.
And that attention given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Big Toe Meets Big Foot
Mysterious sightings where seen,
in California by the Evergreens.
Big Toe wanted to know,
so he invited Big Foot on his radio show.
Big Foot came in wearing a disguise,
he was in an ape suit -what a surprise!
But that’s O.K. they talked away.
Big Foot was all the rage.
Audience members did call in,
giving answers to millions of questions.
But one thing is for sure,
Big Toe’s rating went up because of this man dressed in fur.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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On Seeing My First Fox
Travelling on a train through Surrey, close to Virginia Water –
Due to engineering works, my route had been slightly altered –
I decided to look out of the window, so I turned my head,
And it was then I spotted a lightning flash of orangey-red.
Of course, I’d seen many pictures of foxes in books and on TV,
But an actual living, breathing one, had never been seen by me.
Thrilled by what I was seeing, I gave a small gasp of delight;
It was the first time I’d seen a fox, so it was a memorable sight.
I was excited at seeing the fox, and I was unable to hide my surprise.
Foxes are one of my favourite animals and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
He was on the embankment, and, from the train, he headed away.
I only glimpsed the fox quite briefly, but it really made my day.
I’ve been lucky enough to glimpse a few more foxes since then,
But you never can tell where they will turn up or, indeed, when.
On a train journey to Birmingham, I was as watchful as can be:
Luck was with me that day, as I saw not one, not two, but three!
I spotted a fox, carrying its prey in its mouth, crossing over a field.
Foxes need to eat to stay alive, but I felt sorry for the rabbit it killed.
My sightings of them, over the years, I have noted down in my diary.
I love their sleek outline, long, thick bushy tail, and their fur so fiery.
They are a fine animal in appearance, but they can be a real pest;
They can cause havoc, when they hunt like a mad thing possessed.
Despite having been on many trains, sightings of foxes are rare;
So if I’m lucky enough to spot one, I can’t help but sit and stare.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Defiance
The world has captured my attention.
It has smacked me in the face.
I defy the painfulness I see
as it brings so much disgrace.
Children raped by pedophiles,
religion covering it up,
Children dying from lack of food
and water to fill their cup,
Children killed from gangs that roam,
not even safe within their home,
Children, wide-eyed and laced with fear
who face the fact that death is near.
When I was a child I never thought
that children one day would be sold or bought.
I looked at a world that seemed different then.
And now I wonder how, why and when
all of it has become
a planet that tolerates all of this sin?
What kind of a world am I living in?
A 3rd dimensional place gone bad
Are the 5-senses all we've really had?
What about the 6th sense that's been denied?
the spiritual sense from which most hide.
The smack in my face has awakened in me
the fact that there never will be
a 3rd dimension reality
where love and peace and moral obligation
will live in our land or any other nation.
And so I defy these things that I see
and pray for the souls of humanity.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Children are supposed to help hold a marriage together. They do this in a number of ways. For instance, they demand so much attention that a husband and wife, concentrating on their children, fail to notice each other's faults.
quote by Richard Armour
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MR. Big Toe Meets Big Foot
Mysterious sightings where seen,
in California by the Evergreens.
Mr. Big Toe wanted to know,
so he invited Big Foot on his radio show.
Mr. Big Foot came in wearing a disguise,
he was in an ape suit -what a surprise!
But that’s O.K. they talked away.
Big Foot was all the rage.
Audience members did call in,
giving answers to millions of questions.
But one thing is for sure,
Mr. Big Toe’s rating went up because of this man dressed in fur.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 27,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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That Time Approaches Near
What would you do...
If suddenly you discovered,
God was pure energy,
A light force within you?
And 'beings' of higher energies
Are very soon to appear.
From centuries out of our reach!
Ahead of us,
By thousands of years!
What would you do...
If you knew to 'them',
You were barbaric?
The lowest of all humanistic creations.
And they are observing our trivial deeds,
With displeasure they've come to stop!
To set the universe at ease!
What would you do...
When you find you've been fooled.
To worship with a faith,
In 'things' that has nothing to do with you!
And when dimensions like a veil,
From your eyes have been removed.
What would you do...
When beings with powers,
Take complete control over you?
Think about it!
But not too long!
There are other beings here...
Who are aware of what we fear!
And they are going to make it clear...
The right way to love and live our lives!
And that time approaches near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting inside the mind of a terrorist wasn't difficult at all. Even as children, human beings fabricate elaborate revenge fantasies. We're not a particular species. Check out popular video games.
quote by Alan Dean Foster
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Living In Memory.
The air is thick with remembered pleasures.
Is alive with memory's trained sightings.
Where tho' is the lovelight we both treasured?
Hiding in unforgiveness, ...... and blighted.
We had the present as future.... Now passed
Over as unwanted gain, it painfully
Reminds the hot tears not to fall any faster.
Love only lives now down memory lane.
We don't care really about children as a society and television reflects that indifference to children as human beings.
quote by Bill Moyers
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When we, through our educational culture, through the media, through the entertainment culture, give our children the impression that human beings cannot control their passions, we are telling them, in effect, that human beings cannot be trusted with freedom.
quote by Alan Keyes
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All the beings in the universe are astounded
All the beings in the universe are astounded
that the almighty One
comes to earth as a human
and being God and human
are bonded in Him
and there’s a boy crying in clothes.
All the beings in the universe are astounded
that the almighty One
with angels all around
as human alone,
had to pay the price
and a Godly being dies in stead of everybody
and all the beings in the universe are astounded
poem by Gert Strydom
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Many Are Still Seeking Proof
With flashing neon lights.
Prophets, soothsayers and psychics.
Astrologers and scientists,
Discovering new planets existing.
Water on Mars.
Sightings of UFO's.
Writings on the Walls.
Messages delivered by persistent messengers.
Earthquakes in the most unfamiliar places.
Fires and devastating storms.
What is it that people are looking for
To show them everything is, in fact, changing!
'Many are still seeking proof.
You know
Some evidence of it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unicorn 5
To graze forever in the poet’s heart; how could this,
they asked, be possible? An image, yes;
a memory; but could it really live its life within the mind,
graze undisturbed, at ease, at home,
and glance the grave, sweet meaning in its eyes,
when there’s so much of else that fills the world, the mind, outside?
Those who first saw it first, were content to be, just gaze,
attention focussed as its heavenly horn marks head and mind,
drinking in that other which themselves would be;
but as its sightings grew, so various,
the theorists sought to build an image
around that which they had not seen,
worshipping a space in which it was not yet;
it must be questioned, says the ordered mind.
Others who had not seen it wished
to have some part, share in reflected glory; maybe learn.
It’s understandable. That, too, the creature understands.
But those who’d met it, in a forest glade,
or, mane tossed by the wind, among the high clear hills,
or proud-necked, white-toothed like a smile, clear-eyed,
among the white-foamed waves – they in whose minds
a space already was; a space, a peace, a stillness -
knew, gracefully, that it grazed in its forever, lived
within themselves;
self-moved; self-stilled.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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