Snakes Praised In Shaky Places
There is nothing like witnessing,
The acts of fraud exposed for what they are.
And those behind it,
Losing credibility.
Especially if these 'creatures',
Had a tendency to leech...
Successfully,
From someone else's abilities.
And that had been discreetly deceived.
There is nothing like witnessing,
The exposure of these acts of fraud!
But unfortunately,
Those once leeched upon...
Have taken their expertise,
Away from snakes praised in shaky places...
Where lies and corrupted minds thrive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Caught
There are those who escalate,
Reasons they should be offended.
Especially those who lie about their deeds,
Even in the face of the ones witnessing them done.
These performances aren't acts of self sacrifice.
These people just lie as a practiced device.
And when caught
Eyes begin to glaze as if a stage of nirvana sets in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Constitutes Fraud
Organizations based in inner city communities,
That are overwhelmingly those of color.
And those same organizations solicit funds,
Stating they provide activities and training...
That does not get done for everyone,
But 'some'.
And those funds are used for other purposes,
Surburbanites are hired to inspire...
Those 'urbanites' of color,
With their point of view.
As if they are suppose to!
And doing this not to train or motivate...
But to employ the chosen few!
Themselves!
That is what they do.
And to instill their ideologies.
This constitutes fraud!
And that is not only my point of view.
That is what they do!
And those living in inner cities,
Not benefitting from activities claimed.
Deserve much more than apologies.
They deserve to be praised...
Not shamed.
For raising such deceit on their backs!
Or at least identify,
Those organizations by name!
And their lack of supportive deeds,
That continue such bleeding and succeed.
'What constitutes fraud? '
Mental manipulation!
That constitutes fraud.
To deprive those in need,
By keeping the rich...
Although quite flawed,
In a state of awe and greed.
And organized to keep the needy teased.
'What constitutes fraud? '
Organizations set up like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Toad With a Lisp?
You know what a fraud is?
'A frog? '
No!
A FRAUD.
'A toad with a lisp?
Man,
I don't know.
It's been a while,
Since I've visited this neighborhood.
Why...
You've got one in the house or something? '
I've begun to wonder,
Why I brought the subject up.
'Why don't you kill it.
You want me to kill it for you? '
No...
I'm cool.
But I have been given a lot of insight into you.
You are really quite innocent.
'You are not trying to approach me...
Are you?
'Cause you know I aint into that! '
You have no idea how grateful I am.
'Cool.
So...
You want me to help you catch the 'fraud? '
No!
My bad.
It was a mistaken identity.
'You still smoking that weed,
Huh? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spanish Justice?
Beleaguered Spaniards have had it
"M15" are going after Bankster Chief
File suit, for fraud he did commit
They also hope to jail this vile thief
If Courts rule in favor of fraud victims;
Similar suits may be filed in U.S. Courts
Halls of justice would flood with Dictums
After litigators ferret-out relevant torts
B of A, Wells Fargo and other large banks;
Are put on notice for any wrongful deed
Many Wall Street banks will join the ranks,
To also pay for their heinous acts of greed
'We the people" will ultimately prevail
After all the "99%" is much too big to fail
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Suing
A childish prank,
That begins in innocence,
But is allowed to develop...
Into acts of violation of privacy.
AND allowable fraud.
Resulting in a suing done.
Can be preventable.
If a warning with action taken...
Seriously,
Is not ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prohibition was introduced as a fraud; it has been nursed as a fraud.
quote by Roger Q. Mills
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
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Robbed by Death—but that was easy—
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing—
Robbed by Liberty
For Her Jugular Defences—
This, too, I endured—
Hint of Glory—it afforded—
For the Brave Beloved—
Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,
Fraud of Death—to bear—
It is Bounty—to Suspense's
Vague Calamity—
Stalking our entire Possession
On a Hair's result—
Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—
Trying if it split—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Loneliness, In Two Simple Shapes
a stone losing
a shadow
in the desert
one afternoon
witnessing the
funeral of the sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Bush the father did well in placing his sons as governors and did not forget to pass on the expertise in fraud from the leaders of the region to Florida to use it in critical moments.
quote by Osama bin Laden
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Get Your Opinions Notarized
Everybody has a right,
To express their own opinions.
'I don't object to that at all.
In fact...
I agree.
But to express my opinions,
To someone else?
And without my authorization?
Is disrespectful.'
Why don't you get your opinions notarized,
From now on!
Or better yet...
Certified as being yours.
And only yours to be expressed.
'I never thought about that.
Thanks!
There is something new to learn everyday.'
~I hope he knows you were joking.~
Did you see the look in his eyes?
Like a kid given a brand new toy.
I couldn't break his heart after witnessing that.
Why didn't you tell me to bring my video cam?
~Who knew?
Usually you have it.
Just in case we run across,
Suspected acts of police brutality.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from on high
Clear like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
The voice seemed so crystally clear
Some things are clean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machines so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
Focus, Focus
Focus (I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for you
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your hill, we build you too, we see you
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
song performed by by Incubus
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Lines in Defence of the Stage
Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all be advised by me,
And don't believe what the clergy doth say,
That by going to the theatre you will be led astray.
No, in the theatre we see vice punished and virtue rewarded,
The villain either hanged or shot, and his career retarded;
Therefore the theatre is useful in every way,
And has no inducement to lead the people astray.
Because therein we see the end of the bad men,
Which must appall the audience - deny it who can
Which will help to retard them from going astray,
While witnessing in a theatre a moral play.
The theatre ought to be encouraged in every respect,
Because example is better than precept,
And is bound to have a greater effect
On the minds of theatre-goers in every respect.
Sometimes in theatres, guilty creatures there have been
Struck to the soul by the cunning of the scene;
By witnessing a play wherein murder is enacted,
They were proven to be murderers, they felt so distracted,
And left the theatre, they felt so much fear,
Such has been the case, so says Shakespeare.
And such is my opinion, I will venture to say,
That murderers will quake with fear on seeing murder in a play.
Hamlet discovered his father's murderer by a play
That he composed for the purpose, without dismay,
And the king, his uncle, couldn't endure to see that play,
And he withdrew from the scene without delay.
And by that play the murder was found out,
And clearly proven, without any doubt;
Therefore, stage representation has a greater effect
On the minds of the people than religious precept.
We see in Shakespeare's tragedy of Othello, which is sublime,
Cassio losing his lieutenancy through drinking wine;
And, in delirium and grief, he exclaims -
"Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!"
A young man in London went to the theatre one night
To see the play of George Barnwell, and he got a great fright;
He saw George Barnwell murder his uncle in the play,
And he had resolved to murder his uncle, but was stricken with dismay.
But when he saw George Barnwell was to be hung
The dread of murdering his uncle tenaciously to him clung,
That he couldn't murder and rob his uncle dear,
Because the play he saw enacted filled his heart with fear.
And, in conclusion, I will say without dismay,
Visit the theatre without delay,
Because the theatre is a school of morality,
And hasn't the least tendency to lead to prodigality.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain … Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is a chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for the spirit.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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Be more than a pet
In love with my pet, I did many acts,
Sensing that it liked each of my acts.
It was not to condemn but ready to amend,
When it disapproved of any of my acts,
For it knows my pulse and throbs.
As I hold you, dear, as more than a pet
Can you ditch me for any shortfall?
Is not it a fault of your closed mindedness?
Be superior to, and kinder than, a pet.
14.09.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Valued Are Sought
Don’t lend value to the one
Who earns and spends a lot,
Who possess everything hot
And who does fraud and grow great.
Because you value one for wealth
The one gets it at any cost.
Ignore and despise such person.
Tendency to exploit will fade.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Is More Than Sexual
if you come to my place
and ask for my name
i can give you
more than
what you ask for
not my name
and not even something
sexual
like making love all night long
inside
a scented room, hazy lights,
white linens, a candle
that burns its life
throughout the night
witnessing
the fleshy delights
you will be surprised
it is not the kind
of pleasure
i will give you
it is
something more than that
i once told you
about being together in an intimacy
that this world has
long denied to itself
we sit together
on a bench
facing the sea where
the sun is dying
we hold our hands
we feel
not the softness of our hands
or hear the palpitations
of our heart
like a song of love
or the drum beatings of lust
we try to see
how death goes
a sun slowly dying
spreading its last warm colors
to all the
creatures and contours of the world
we are witnessing
the gentleness of everything
those that end
and you and i
will be all too happy
to begin ourselves
on this basic truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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