Sinistrous
Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!
An unrest occurs.
For no apparent reason!
It seems at first.
Jolting guilt and memories.
Pleas increase,
To be released from sinistrous deeds.
Believing years has erased innocence.
When evil intended was incensed.
But an aging sensitivity,
Grabs hold and does not ease.
A payback is shown for these misdeeds.
They are not pleased,
With sleepless nights that visit!
Hollow prayers and rituals,
Enhance past activities.
They try but can not break away...
From playful days that brought others grief,
With no relief.
These sleepless nights with nightmares come.
As they wonder 'why' and 'how' this has begun.
And 'who' and 'what'...
With them has this 'fun'!
Offering no escape at all to run!
'What a bummer! '
Taunting them who taunted then,
In ways that begin to haunt their peace.
Them who taunted then in fun...
Finds this taunting consumes until done!
And the ministry of these sinistrous deeds...
Satisfies those once victimized!
With a sadistic kind of glee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She's Taunting Me
She's taunting me by being online all the time
Taunting me by being bored and available
Taunting me because there is something insatiable
Some desire to talk to her, to know her, to show her a sign
Of my affection, a desire to fix things so that we can friends again
A desire to fix things so that maybe we can be more
A desire to fix things by speaking about the issues at the core
Of what happened, of what I did, of how sorry, regretful of that time when
I made a mistake and lost a helper, maybe even a friend
Did that damage I'm not sure if I can mend
But making things right again isn't enough
Even though I know things would be rough
I still want to be more, so stop taunting me!
Why are you always online? ! Why are you there! ? Can't you see?
This is hurting me because I still want you
That's why I did those things, yes those mistakes, Yea me the guy who
Normally is the leader or the one with a cool head
But I forgot what I knew
Cause I was blinded by my emotions, my love for you
That's why I said what I said
I'm sorry for what I did
I would have never been hard on you if not for my love
I would have never expected you to be more pure than a dove
I would have never slid
Backwards and forgotten my reason and wisdom
Sorry, sorry, and sorry again blame my affection
So please stop because you're taunting me
I wish to speak with you
I wish you'd speak with me too
You know I'd talk for hours, maybe then you'd see
That's why I did what I did, and I regret it, you're more important
You're the girl that I want
So either notice me and let's make things right
Or stop taunting me.... get out of my sight
Because I can't take it when you're around me and there's tension
I can't take it when you're there but we're not friends and I'm vilified
I'm not your enemy, but soon these emotions will have died
I want to be more to you, I want you to dropp the aversion
To me, dropp your walls and let me back in
I'm sorry for my sin
So please either stop taunting me or turn and walk away
I can't take you, you're too much for me, I can't help but want you
I can't help but know, that you don't want me too
I'm not dumb... so stop the torture, she's taunting me, taunting me how fey
She's taunting me, taunting me again.
poem by David Knox
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Keep Them Coming
Keep them coming.
Insults you believe leaves me taunted.
Keep them coming.
It is you,
Not me who collects.
A lifetime of hauntings.
Unable to sleep,
From those misdeeds planted.
Keep them coming.
Insults you believe leaves me taunted.
I am not visited by mysterious shadows.
Appearing.
To stir within me unspeakable fear.
With attempts to keep blocked,
On the other side of locked doors.
No peace is yours.
It is you,
Not me who collects.
A lifetime of hauntings.
Keep them coming.
Insults you believe leaves me taunted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taunted
Save him, save him!
He cries out for help.
He wars with One,
one who is he and yet is not.
He has fallen;
in his darkest hour he strikes him.
With thorns he has stabbed him.
Yet he makes no effort it seems.
He dabbles back and forth,
never staying for long.
He knows that must change.
He knows it will.
But that time seems to be taunting him,
haunting him...
It reaches out to him with an outstretched hand.
And as he draws closer,
it runs out on the road.
O miserable taunted one!
poem by Soren Valentine
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That Joke to Some
That joke told and thought funny by some...
No longer brings with it smirks.
Or the half smiles on faces.
A seriousness upon them lurks.
And they wonder...
From where the echoed laughter comes,
Surrounding their startled hearts.
The sound of it frightens.
And unfamiliar to anyone!
Has something once done to undermine...
Discovered it was them all this time?
Finding it a thrill to haunt their minds,
This time.
Someone amongst them has elected to stun!
Someone victimized by their tactics...
And missed with them to have their fun.
And that joke told and thought once funny by some?
Seems to now only satisify just one...
Who masquerades in a vengeance of delight.
Knowing their misdeeds done then...
Keeps them in cold sweats in taunted sleepless nights.
Fearing 'what' or 'who' has found whatever they did offensive.
They have forgotten which joke had been told.
And which 'fool' they picked...
They believed then had been defenseless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Payback Isn't Always In The Seeking
What is it with those,
Who boo and hiss efforts of some people...
To purposely wish havoc bestowed upon them.
And as years pass evil deed doers later expect,
A forgiveness given for their conscious intentions.
To then pretend themselves 'saints'.
While the ones burdened by agonizing mental pains,
Are left alone to mend with nothing about this pretended.
As those who perceive and believe their misdeeds done,
Have miraculously disappeared...
To forever be erased from memory.
Payback isn't always in the seeking of revenge,
To warn others with attitudes that are shown.
Often it takes one to awaken with guilt to be felt,
To self inflict their own grief.
And portrayals of innocence may be easier to release,
Than the knowing of what one has done to another.
'I hope you understand that the years I tormented your life,
I was not completely aware that my activities...
Would one day come back to haunt me.'
~And...
You expect from me an apology?
Or a wish to transfer your guilt?
Which is it?
I appreciate your confession.
But I am not the one to administer or offer relief.~
'But...
Don't you hate me? '
~Why would I want to waste that kind of energy?
Apparently you've done enough of that for the both of us.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You got the Tiger by the Tail
On Christmas, Feliz Navidad,
a cat named Tatiana was doing the usual big cats do,
Hanging out on chilly day,
after all she was a Siberian tiger,
minding her own business,
What happened later is terrible but true
She was startled to see a human leg over the fence.
The authorities starting piecing the actions that were brought forth,
Tatiana was killed, after attacking two men after she had killed another one.
Tatiana, some speculate, was taunted by the person that had his or her leg on the fence,
There were bloody footprints and shoe left by someone.
Paul Dhaliwal, as drunk and taunted Tatiana,
Tatiana attacked and paid with her life,
Kulber, Paul’s brother, was also injured but not so lucky was Carlos Sousa, Jr.
His demise was unforseen,
Paul did not see the New Year, -----He was dead at the scene.
The investigations went on trying to blame the zoo,
For the fencing on the cats exhibit was a few,
Feet short,
After all the cats didn’t escape for decades who knew?
Calls to 911 the brothers cry grim(m) ly,
The response was staggered from the inception of the call,
In the end Tatiana would pay for being a tiger,
she was shot.
Tatiana was not able to be free,
She was not able to be a predator,
A Siberian tiger is on the endangered species list,
But I say Tatiana will be surely missed,
For in the end, the three should be a lesson for all those that hear,
So there will not have to be another taunting, another mauling, --another killing,
Of a tiger.
(1-18-2008)
The brothers that survived are attempting to get rich,
By their physical and emotional damaged they have incurred,
There are suing city for negligence and defamation, ain’t life a bee-atch,
For the city sake, the brothers were drunk and high on Marijuana,
The blood test inferred,
And they taunted Tatiana.
The city should counter sue for the loss of a threatened species Siberian Tiger,
I will soon wait for the report,
That this case has no merit and will be tossed out of court.
(amended 3-29-2008)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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SleepLess Nights
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Laying awake staring
At the celing
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
When will dreams come?
poem by Autumn Winds
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Sleepless Nights
Through these sleepless nights
i cry for you
And wonder who
is kissing you
Oh these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Somehow through the days
I don't give in
I hide my tears
That wait within
Oh but then through sleepless nights
I cry again
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
My love, please end these sleepless nights for me
song performed by by Norah Jones
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The Boy Who Had Buck Teeth
The other boys taunted and jeered at the boy with buck teeth
And they called him rude names as he walked down the street
But the boy with buck teeth is a winner today
Those who laugh last laugh loudest some are known to say
The reason for his success not hard to explain
The boy who had buck teeth has a marvelous brain
Their taunts only fueled his desire to succeed
Of his many successes we hear of and read
The boy who had buck teeth is lauded far and wide
His praises sung far from his home country-side
And those who laughed at him seem ordinary indeed
Their journeys in life to success did not lead
The masses out there they did not impress
But the one they once taunted is a huge success.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Paving Roads Of Negativity
Naysayers have begun to lose,
Their influential ways of paving roads of negativity.
More people begin to see,
Evil inflicted intentionally on the decrease.
And the truth of those who have done good deeds,
Are witnessed to be surviviing...
From the smothering activities of those who had deceived.
Naysayers have begun to lose,
Their influential ways of paving negativity.
And their portrayals of themselves as victims in distress,
Have exposed their treachery once a tool used successfully...
No longer can hide,
Their mental and physical crippling pains.
Shown to be repayment for their evil claims now upon them aimed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sleepless Nights
Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you
And wonder who
Is kissing you
Oh, these sleepless nights
Will brake my heart in two
Somehow, through the day
I dont give in
I hide the tears
That wait within
Oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart again
Why did you go?
Oh, why did you go?
Dont you know, dont you know
I need you?
Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you
And wonder who
Is kissing you
Oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Taunting Silence
The curtain quietly rustles in the taunting silence
Bearing no mocking shadows to bridge the distance
For death is certainly the ultimate solemn toast
There’s no getting back of even a faintest ghost!
Nothing but a fading smell that’s not really much
Other than the living one’s yearning for a touch
For words left unsaid and relations that never grew
Alas no rewinding, a once more living through!
The leaves on the grave rustle in the taunting silence
The gnawing pain inside, no phantom lessens!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Requirements of Procrastination
Sometimes,
It's not a matter of wants or wishes.
Most times...
It is about desire,
Motivated by passion.
With sleepless nights and doubts...
And the strength of one's faith,
To work things out.
Prioritizing a movement of some kind,
One finds eventually gets done.
After one satisfies...
With resolve,
The requirements of procrastination!
And that might take years.
But hopefully not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love, Grief, Death, Peace and Life Make War
Love, grief, death, peace, and life make war.
Within the grasps of victory, here lies grief.
Striving to keep a soul alive, thriving for life
whispers of sanity fade from the sight of death.
An outstretched limb pleading for a touch of peace
as a memory of happiness fills the heart with love.
Controlling senses fester upon a long lost love,
breathing in deep, it’s the smell of a war.
Muffled cries creep into your soul, pleading for peace.
You lick your blood stained lips, tasting the bitter grief.
piercing voices thunder upon the ground, accepting death
as a memory of loneliness fills their heart with an absence of life.
Tears of blood come forth into a dimension of twisted life.
The air, heavy and hot, hover over you ridding the land of any former love.
A chorus of saints and sinners sing to you, singing the song of death,
”O come ye child, come into my arms and rid yourself of this war.
Gather your mind and venture to the morrow, leaving behind this haunting grief,
for it is not your fault that this world does not know peace.”
You close your eyes, feeling the sensation of eternal peace.
You can not move any aching limb, within an inch of life
you follow the scent of reigning mud, caking itself to the world’s own grief.
Wandering past the forgotten lives to seek the one true love
that carries upon it’s shoulders, a burden of war.
This land can no longer hold itself with peace as all the peace has turned to death.
Forging itself upon your spirit, the lies no longer live, now it is only death
that caresses your body like a mother so tender, illuminating the one and only peace.
Taunting you to go and be afraid no more, taunting and taunting, this is war.
With one last plea, you beg and cry for the voices to take your life
as you know that the searching prisms of hope will find your love
and they will abolish the need of any misery and any grief.
Once more do the saints and sinners sing of your grief
only this time, there is no mourning of war and death.
They’ve come to pour into your heart, a sound so divine. It is love.
”Dear child, dear child, no more shall you weep, we are here, we’re your peace.
Come with us to a land so pure, where love is eternal and death is not near. We will give you life.
With a trust so deep, take our hands and no more, no more, shall this be your burden of war.”
In times of sorrow and fear, lost is the value of love and peace.
All is forgotten while caged by grief and watching the slaughter of life.
You watch your fallen brothers, reaching for help, you hear the despair in all their voices.
You’re the saint and sinner, giving them hope.
You cease your thoughts, you must fight on.
You aim your gun, praying for death. This is war.
poem by Mason Letoto
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Ode to a Blank Page
Ode to a blank page
It’s blue seemingly thin lines flying across the page
Each producing a small space to place your thoughts on
Next lies the taunting red margin
Baring how sparsely you’ve done
You can strike the page with a single blow
Leaving a mark that did no good
Ode to a blank page
Why do you stare?
Taunting and shrieking in my ear
Emptiness fills the page
The blanks intimidate even the strong
How strong it is
To give a cut even to the toughest skin
Ode to a blank page
You know I’m jealous
How I despise all your characteristics
poem by Rachele ...duhh
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Taunted By Fears of Loss
Taunted by fears of loss.
Inflicted to fidget and sit.
That may cost them dearly.
And set to protect,
With weapons and a mindset.
To bring upon them regret.
From actions that instill unrest,
That affects a global peace.
And once they release beliefs...
Comprehending their mortality,
Will no longer be thoughts expressed.
Nor a happiness received they get.
Since from an ignorance,
They choose to do what's best!
And that is self destruct!
For an end they view for them,
Is a must.
And the Earth prepares,
To eliminate its disrespecting inhabitants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Still Touch Me
Another night finds me alone
In my dreams
You still touch me
Your picture by my telephone
In that smile
You still thrill me
Now if I sleep I sleep here alone
In my bed tonight
You still haunt me
And if I'm falling
I'm falling like a stone
In my nightmares
You still hold me
And after all that we've been through
Now I'm wondering
If you still blame me
If only half of this was true
That you believe of me
You still shame me
Dark rain will fall until I see your face
I close my eyes
I seem to hear the raindrops saying
You won't come back
You still touch me
And when I'm sick at heart and low
In my prayers
You still heal me
When I'm so sure this isn't so
In my complacency
You still shake me
I wonder if you feel the same way as I do
And you'd come back
You still touch me
Another night finds me alone
In my bed tonight
You still haunt me
You still hold me
You still touch me
song performed by by Sting
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Keep It Real
Excuse me.
I hate to annoy you!
'Oh,
You're not! '
Those people?
Those people that were taunting you.
About your abilities and lack of qualifications...
To teach and be a good role model for their children?
What has happened to them?
'Either attending funerals or visiting the prisons.
You know...
The ones seeking to identify appropriate role models,
For their...er, uh...children? '
You say that as a matter of fact!
'Oh,
It is!
And if you've noticed...
I've been in this same spot,
Watching them pass judgement.
But of late,
They seem to have stopped! '
You shouldn't let that hamper your progress.
I wouldn't let that drop!
'You asked me about the people who were taunting me...
Did you not? '
Yes!
'From your point of view...
Who would you say has made more progress?
And keep it real!
Although it seems like I'm not doing a thing,
Does it?
Here take this.
It's a copy of my book.
You can have it.
I'm working on a new one.
Entitled, 'There's Nothing Like Minding Your Own Business'
Especially if your business does not please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ghosts of memory (Lyrics)
A place of rest I've tried to find
Aching in my heart, chaos in my mind
This place is poison to my soul
Can't take much more, I'm losing control
Faded perfume in a room
Once a sanctuary, now simply a tomb
And it is in this tomb I lie
Dried flowers pressed in pages of faded romance died
And I'm haunted by ghosts of memory
Taunted by promises
What could have been?
Haunted, by ghosts of memory
Taunted by promises
Please set me free
Roses blooming in hellfire
Prisoner of the past and my heart's dark desire
Phantom love that still holds on
My dreams do not remember, that you are gone
Just like the melting snow in spring
It couldn't last, that's true of many things
In the emerald sea I'll lie
Dried flowers pressed in pages of faded romance died
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Sleepless Nights
(boudeleaux bryant/felice bryant)
Thru the sleepless nights I cry for you
And wonder who is kissing you
Oh these sleepless nights will break my heart again
Somehow thru the day I dont give in
I hide the tears that wait until
Oh these sleepless nights will break my heart again
Why did you go why did you go
Dont you know dont you know I need you
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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