Sinful Creatures
Treacherous.
Evil.
Oppressors.
Suppresso rs.
Dishonest.
Sneaky leechers.
Deceitful.
War mongering.
Liars.
Usurpers of traditions...
And quality of life!
Criminal.
Threatening.
Sinful creatures.
Thieves and haters.
Traitors all!
'And now...
Do you have an opinion of the terrorists? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pocketing a Dollar
It's the season of terrorists threats.
When the government wont let...
Spirits of happiness flow,
Without fear to inflict.
And bestow.
And when the New Year comes around,
Just like the Fourth of July...
When the biggest crowds gather to celebrate.
With fireworks and other loud bursting sounds...
Not a word of terrorists,
Or their threats...
Are heard or shared!
Those are not the times for them to be declared,
There or anywhere.
And when those who filled the air,
With these fears and threats to scare...
Are gone.
So will the massive corruption,
And the sadness of their destruction...
Leave.
To remind those grieving.
And those of a clearing consciousness,
Will come to their senses and see...
How those of criminal minds,
Have found much wasteful time...
To plot, plunder and pillage.
Being as they are...
Treacherous, evil, deceitful demons and mean.
Traitors of a democracy depleting it with their greed.
When it comes to pocketing a dollar to loot...
And delute a quality of life of those still holding on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haters
you say your boyfriends sweet and kind
but you still got your eyes on mine
your best friend's got her eyes on your
it all goes on behind closed doors
not the haters, just the hating
talkin bout us exterminating
broken promises and treaties
different life forms different species
haters
haters
haters
they dont belong anywhere
id like to see them disappear
what a waste
what a drag
haters
traitors to the human race
your one of those haters
you want my friends,you want my clothes
why dont you look in my eyes
feelin angry but ya dont know why
of envy greed and jealously
your spinning a web thats hard to see
HATERS
Haters
they dont belong anywhere
id like to see them disapear
what a waste
what a drag
haters
traitors to the human race
your one of those haters
and when your nice its just a pose
keep your lies out of my reality
your the queen of super-fic-ial-ity
the things you do should be a crime
you build up walls no one can climb
as if you think that words dont hurt
you look so clean but you spread your dirt
because you wish you were someone else
dont spit on me and shame your self
it all goes on behind close doors
and when your nice its just a pose
your one of those haters
traitors to the human race
haters
what a drag
id like to see them disappear
they dont belong anywhere
haters
haters
haters
ready for the ............
any shape any size
id like to see them disapear
haters
haters
haters
haters
traitors
HATERS
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Exploiting The Poor
sneaky thieves emerge bold
plot plan strike then take
priceless dignity unguarded
But what is worse?
When your dignity is stolen
taken with a smile
or when exploiters laugh
at victims or laugh
over their profits
amassed in evil deeds?
sneaky thieves sleep to wake
to prey upon new poor
new cycles of poverty helpless
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lying Heart
May liars roam the adventures to apply,
Inside they have an organ to lie.
They are slightly frivolous,
Even thieves of the calculus.
May the maths constrict the veins
Opening the heart to bad regains,
I watch the blood of a liar as such,
Its beautiful colour is not much.
May lying be a solution to the pain
Of an evil man, an evil to be again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You're Just Jealous
Some satisfy themselves,
On the discomfort of others.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
Someone has been in our lives...
Like one of these.
Liars and gossipers.
Backstabbers and thieves.
And those who point these folks out...
Are treated as if they are the enemies.
Announcing publicly,
There are those in this society...
Walking around infecting,
With these mental diseases.
And those uninformed are usually those conformed.
And those who are not...
Are dropped from invitation lists.
Only those in acceptance...
Can be offered membership.
To do as they please...
With the approval from these sick cliques.
'You're just jealous of us! '
You are right!
And that is why I fight myself...
With an inner conflict,
That keeps me distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Herman Altman
Did I follow Truth wherever she led,
And stand against the whole world for a cause,
And uphold the weak against the strong?
If I did I would be remembered among men
As I was known in life among the people,
And as I was hated and loved on earth,
Therefore, build no monument to me,
And carve no bust for me,
Lest, though I become not a demi-god,
The reality of my soul be lost,
So that thieves and liars,
Who were my enemies and destroyed me,
And the children of thieves and liars,
May claim me and affirm before my bust
That they stood with me in the days of my defeat.
Build me no monument
Lest my memory be perverted to the uses
Of lying and oppression.
My lovers and their children must not be dispossessed of me;
I would be the untarnished possession forever
Of those for whom I lived.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Duels Between Thieves
Duels between thieves,
Eventually have to happen.
A source to go where thefts are made,
To ensure quality craved maintains its taste...
Does not sustain itself,
When thieves are not focused on originality.
Thieves have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whose World Is This Lived?
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
Criminal intent.
With intentions that are meant.
To dupe and dopify,
With bogus alibis!
But...
Whose world is this lived?
Who takes and who gives.
Whose rights are denied?
And why do some try to hide their cries?
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
But...
Whose world is this lived?
Who takes and who gives.
Whose rights are denied?
And why do many,
Cry at night!
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journalism versus Poetry
journalism
it is an
attempt
to pin down
the world
to put onto
the paper
the truth of
everything
the world
and the
people in it
children
boys, girls,
men, women
gays or lesbians
kings, queens
rulers and the ruled
the privileged
and the persecuted
usurpers
liars and
the evil ones
though may
make use
of its power
to take
everybody
down a
different lane
to achieve
their own
goals
poetry
it is opening
the floodgates
to let loose
whatever
is pent up
in the hearts of
them all
to let the
soul in them
come out
so that
reporters
can go
chase
rainbows
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haters I Love When You Hate Me
haters i love it when they hate
they hate on me because
i look better and dress better
but why do haters hate me
haters hate me because i steal their men
and make them want me
and hate them and
that's why haters hate me
why do haters hate you
you have better things and bigger rings
fancy thing and material things well
that's why i love when haters
hate on me and
and i tell them to keep hate
hate me if you want
hate me if you might
hate me if I'm wrong
or hate me if I'm right
hate me because I'm good looking
hate me because you are not
hate me because I'm pretty
hate me because you are ugly
hate me for whatever reason
hate me with everything you got
hate me for ignoring you
hate me for not hating you
hate me for not sinking to your level
hate me every minute of everyday
hate me for being stronger than you
hate me because I'm the person you want to be
hate me because you are pitiful
hate on.......
poem by Liioona Mohie
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Thirt Pieces Of Silver
THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER
Those early Roman days, were not much
different,
When bribery, corruption and evil ways,
had also prevailed!
Politicians crossed the floor of the Senate, -
like politicians of our days!
Morality, human values, and actions and
deeds,
Had price tags to satisfy human greed!
Both terrorists and traitors could be tempeted
by the devil,
To satisfy human lust and for the spread of
evil!
I often recall how Judas had betrayed,
By planting the traitors kiss on his Masters
face;
And sold Jesus to the Romans in a villanous
barter trade!
Thirty pieces of silver, became the price of
Judas soul,
For thirty pieces of silver, his Master he had
sold!
Thiry pieces of silver, was all that Judas got;
In exchange of hell fire and damnation as his
eternal lot!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
18 Aug 08
(Friends, the world is full of Judas these days!)
To insist on strength ... is not war-mongering. It is peace-mongering.
quote by Barry Goldwater
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Sneaky With the Looks
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I perceive myself alone.
I feel a curiosity directed.
At first I am not sure,
If the curiosity is directed towards me.
And I look around.
Nothing is there to block my steps.
And I begin to whistle in nervousness.
To then talk to myself...
In a calming peacefulness.
I admit is beginning to get a bit restless.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I am among the trees.
Alone in fresh Spring breezes.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I begin to hear the chirping of birds.
Conversing to break the silence,
With a charm that does not disturb.
And they fly high between the trees.
Trying to hide within the leaves.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I follow a path made clear of obstacles.
I stop.
So does the chirping.
I pick up a small rock,
To toss as I also pick up a twig.
There is a wind.
And I continue my journey.
Wings flap as if there is clapping.
I adjust my cap.
And two squirrels chase...
Across my path!
To play tag and hide and seek.
I stop to watch.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I look up!
And there they all sit.
As if in conference on a branch.
Together...
Laughing!
And...
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
My feathered friends.
Amused by the doing.
And...
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
My feathered friends.
Snooping on my movements.
And maneuvering doing it!
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
With a comprehension that is difficult to mention.
But they're sneaky with the looks that they give!
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
With a comprehension that is difficult to mention.
But they're sneaky with the looks that they give!
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
My feathered friends.
Snooping on my movements.
And maneuvering doing it!
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
With a comprehension that is difficult to mention.
But they're sneaky with the looks that they give!
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
And...
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No glory no joy
No glory no joy
No good no happiness
Evil king deceitful friend
Evil wife bad pupil
I have my own life
That all round fulfill.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Creatures Of Love
A woman made a man
A man he made a house
And when they lay together
Little creatures all come out
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its alright
It makes those little creatures come to life
I can laugh or I can turn away
Well, Ive seen sex and I think its okay
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures, creatures of love
Its okay to be afraid
When the blue sparks hit your brain
We can love one another
Ive been told that its okay
Doctor, doctor, tell me what I am
Am I one of those human beings
Well I can laugh or I can learn to think
So help me now to find out what I feel
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
Weve been here forever, before you were born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
A man can drive his car
And a woman can be a boss
Im a monkey and a flower
Im everything at once
Well, a woman and a man can be together
If they decide to theyll make little creatures
Watch em now!
Little creature of love
With two arms and two legs
From a moment of passion
Now they cover the bed
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
We are creatures, creatures of love
From the sleep of reason, a life is born
We are creatures of love, we are creatures of love
song performed by by Talking Heads
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From Dust To Dust
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
To leech with a feeding.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
Until that leeching fed is done.
By you...
And me!
And...
Everyone.
Leechers!
Creatures!
And thieves under the Sun.
We be sighted to be unseen,
To hush when that moment comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Haters) I Love It When They Hate
(haters) i love it when they hate,
they hate on me because,
i look better and dress better,
but why do haters hate,
haters hate because i still they men,
and make thing want me,
and hate them and,
thats why haters hate me,
why do haters hate you,
you have better things and bigger rings,
fancy thing and material things well,
thats why i love when haters,
hate on me and,
and i tell them to keep hate,
hate on.......
poem by Strawberri Sunset
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Slavery is no more sinful, by the Christian code, than it is sinful to wear a whole coat, while another is in tatters, to eat a better meal than a neighbor, or otherwise to enjoy ease and plenty, while our fellow creatures are suffering and in want.
quote by James F. Cooper
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