So I Take It Your Answer Is...No!
What are you peeking at?
'It's the neighbors across the street.
Can you believe,
They are replacing those beautiful hedges,
Flowers and trees we so admired.'
And...
You have the right,
To do what?
'Protest if I wanted to.
I've already started a petition,
To restore my view.'
A petition?
YOUR view?
'Yes.
What gives them that right?
No one I know has given them that permission.'
And...
That property belongs to...?
'There you go.
Always trying to interfere.
This has nothing to do with details!
Or logic.
You with me on this or not? '
If you and the others,
Spent more time...
Beautifying your own backyards,
Your attempts would increase...
The values and standards,
Of eveything around here.
'So I take it your answer is...No! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is impossible, in my mind, to distinguish between the refusal to receive a petition, or its summary rejection by some general order, and the denial of the right of petition.
quote by Caleb Cushing
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We put together a one-sentence petition asking Congress to censure President Clinton and move on to other pressing issues. We sent it to under 100 friends and family, and within a week we had 100,000 people sign the petition.
quote by Joan Blades
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The Petition Scribe
the petı tı on scribe...my dear neı ghbour
ı s the paper on your type-writer blank
wrı te my worrı es and complaı nts word by word and scatter
look....what has happened to me
the worrı es and complaints of someone and another
you scribe from morning till evening
without wearying
how much is your daily gain
how many pennies in your hands and in your palms
first let us write yourself and yours
before the ribbon wears away
after yours finished and complete
ı will tel you mine slowly and slowly
my tonque is on your eyes
ı f you ask something ı will answer orally
my petition does not need any stamp
why stamp and signature on worries and complaints
the paper is a waste
for my worries and troubles papers are insuffı cant
ı envy you..the petition scribe..my dear neighbour
ı would like to be a petition scribe just like you
in this world
and in the other world
for this there is no word
be assure
ı am for sure
Osman ATILLA translatı on Metin Ş AHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These are Values and Standards Kept Within
Deliberate and scheduled maintenance,
Prevents foundations from becoming weak.
Boosts and bolsters securities monitored
And reflects a respect given.
Twenty four hours,
Each and every day each week.
A pride is shown!
With a discipline that seems to be attached,
To unquestioned competence.
A strength beams to gleam in a constant glow.
And support of it is given, bestowed and not hidden.
As if understood and unmistakably comprehended.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Property
My bags are packed, I guess its time for me to go.
I cant say where Im headed, cause I just dont know.
When I think of what Ill be losing,
Its hard to move along,
But its harder just to stay here,
Knowing that I dont belong.
Ill be in touch, dont worry, Ill be calling you.
Ive got no plans, Im not sure where Im going to.
Its hard to keep from crying,
After all that weve been through.
Ive taken everything I need,
Now all thats left belongs to you.
You take the photographs, the ones of you and me,
When we both posed and laughed to please the family.
Nobody noticed then we wanted to be free,
And now theres no more love,
Its just the property.
Its hard to keep from crying,
After all that weve been through.
Now that its all over, now that you and I are free,
Now theres nothing left except the bit of property.
Started off with nothing, started off just you and me,
Now that its all over you can keep the property.
And all the little gifts we thought wed throw away,
The useless souvenirs bought on a holiday.
We put them on a shelf, now theyre collecting dust.
We never needed them, but they outlasted us.
song performed by by Kinks
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Deceit Can Not Keep Them Hidden
Losing is not born from honesty.
Those who are honest...
Realize they can not always win.
Those who do anything to win,
View themselves as losers.
They blame others for their failures.
Provoked fights are started.
Lies are told.
They ban together...
Sometimes in darkness.
With attacks they wish to feed their greed,
And insecurities.
They have needs to prove their superiority.
They will do anything to be believed!
Deceit can not keep them hidden.
Everything is lost!
Even a pride and dignity once had,
Becomes worthless!
They wish for happiness.
But 'that' within them,
Has never been defined.
They have no patience in their minds.
No time is spent for it to be developed.
They are engulfed with pointless pleasures.
And listening is a thing they have never done.
They view that as weak.
Nothing for them is gained.
And whatever was possessed,
Has ceased to be valued!
An increase of depression is confessed.
Leaving them to self destruct.
They label what they do...
And what has been done as an overview,
As a recession from misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy Your Day
You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.
Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!
'Why are you leaving? '
You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?
'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'
First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.
And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!
'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '
That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.
'You will not be asked back here again! '
Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Street Sweepers
There is nothing more disrespecting,
Than to hear others disrespect themselves.
With a diminishing of an environment,
That is claimed to be degrading in standards...
And values.
And those with those points of view,
Are the one's disconnecting their attitudes...
With excuses,
As the cause of their wiltering quality of life.
But you can not tell them that.
You will be told,
To mind your own business.
Even though they are putting theirs all in the streets.
The street sweepers can not keep up to clean.
There is filth everywhere the eyes and ears behold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fairy Sightings
How blessed am I
To view the world sublime
Where imagery and reality
In logic do collide
It's God whose wisdom
Made us all
In this we put our trust
Are fairy's more far fetched
Than mortal man from dust? ?
Open up your eyes
And to your great surprise
A view within the view of life
New dimensions will arise
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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The Petition (revision)
The Petition
The political guy accosted me
at the entrance to the BART.
'Are you a registered California voter? '
I had to admit I was.
Bright and cheery: 'I've got three petitions
for you to sign—for clean water, clean air,
and education.' My guard went up.
It always goes up.
I glanced at the petition,
saw the phrase 'cigarette tax'.
I'd heard a radio show
about its pros and cons—
some educated people believe
it will take money away
from education, because people
will quit smoking,
rather than pay so much.
To his standard pitch,
I gave my standard response:
'Oh, that's the cigarette tax.
I don't know...'
'That's the one for education! '
he patiently explained,
but his patience
was fading a little.
'I'm not gonna sign today,
but can you tell me
the proposition numbers,
so I can do some research? '
'Just forget it! ' he said,
withdrawing the petition
along with any pretense
of patience, so I couldn't sign it
even if I had a sudden
change of heart, and couldn't
even see the numbers.
'OK, ' I said, descending
into the escalator,
and I was the cheery one now.
Max Reif
Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Police station
At a time
I lived in a suburb
that lies
on the east of Pretoria
and they wanted to turn
a huge double storey house
into a police station
and the people
in the suburb were angry
as it would become a thoroughfare
for undesirable people
where people do
just what they want.
Who wants to sacrifice peace
for sirens
that wail
in the early hours of the day
and law enforcers
laying on your neck
that knows less about law and order
than the man in the street?
Nobody wanted the nest
where they breed out
near to that suburb
and the house prices to plunge
and a petition was drawn up
to leave that house
unclaimed
and it’s still empty
with out any occupants.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Caged Prisoners
They take a vote to decide,
Whether or not they should move forward?
And another to decide if they should abandon,
Those limitations of thought and the process of it!
This may seem ludicrous...
But people like this actually exist!
They think of themselves as being progressive...
With an exactness,
Even caged prisoners would petition against.
And despise they do,
Those who protest their degraded quality of life.
They prefer that such issues be kept quiet...
And not attract attention.
Lessons received from their ancestors.
With content and comprehension...
Has been released and is nonexistent!
And yet...
At odds with the delivery, purpose and perception.
When in celebration of historic events...
Although clearly maintaining the routine of values meant!
Nothing more!
Just the pretense of it!
Even though an hypocrisy kept,
May be in conflict with the hip hoppers...
Unwrapping disrespect gone unaddressed.
With presentations that expose cracks on naked butts!
As minds fly high around warning signs posted on trees,
Above the pictures of missing neighborhood children!
But who really cares...
When there are still those who are trying to 'project' traditions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Less Government In Their Lives
The majority of the people
Rush to have their liberties quoted
As stated within the framework
Of the constitution
At yet
These liberties representing the same people
Are said to interfere too much
In the lives they wish to live
People are seeking less government in their lives
But it is the government they run to
To protest their entitlements
Are not being represented as documented
And those they elect
Are eventually despised
For not implementing those policies
Created to describe standards and precious values
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Man
he is a young man. Tall and smooth
and admired by Time and
favored by tolerance. He walks briskly along
the city street, and goes inside a place
where the flowers of his youth
are being admired.
young women recite him as a
love verse, his eyes become their visions
his muscled sensuality, his tight body
stir the imagination of those who
want to be beautiful too
till the end of this busy day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful Balmerino
Beautiful Balmermo on the bonnie banks of Tay,
It's a very bonnie spot in the months of June or May;
The scenery there is charming and fascinating to see,
Especially the surroundings of the old Abbey,
Which is situated in the midst of trees on a rugged hill,
Which visitors can view at their own free will;
And the trees and shrubberies are lovely to view,
Especially the trees on each side of the avenue
Which leads up to the Abbey amongst the trees;
And in the summer time it's frequented with bees,
And also crows with their unmusical cry,
Which is a great annoyance to the villagers that live near by.
And there in the summer season the mavis sings,
And with her charming notes the woodland rings;
And the sweet-scented zephyrs is borne upon the gale,
Which is most refreshing and invigorating to inhale.
Then there's the stately Castle of Balmerino
Situated in the midst of trees, a magnificent show,
And bordering on the banks o' the silvery Tay,
Where visitors can spend a happy holiday.
As they view the castle and scenery around
It will help to cheer their spirits I'll be bound;
And if they wish to view Wormit Bay
They can walk along the braes o' the silvery Tay.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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When I Make A Decision I Try To See The Universe And The Ant
when i make a decision about your life
your liberty or your property
i always try to see the universe, the paths of the planets,
the way they orbit around the sun
near and far, bright or dull,
the whole
of this universe in motion like a fluid of fire
i look up
for a sign a symbol of what ought to be
and given the situation how the planets would behave
then
i look down the smallest of the ant
its tiny feet its capacity to bite and eat and swallow
the universe
into its mouth and belly,
the smallest
of all shall be considered, the details of its possibilities
the intricacies of its
wishes and dreams
tiny
and its relation to the universal, to the great view of the
giants,
the forest and the trees, the shadows and the shapes,
light and darkness,
and then liberty may be taken away, property may be forfeited,
and life may even be shut out
because the law has become the god
on that black and white
the booking sheet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Accept For Those Who They Owe
In a world getting more socially global,
They find their values and standards
Over rated and outdated.
Their isolationistic point of view,
No longer supports their dependency on exports.
And no where is anyone importing their arrogance.
Today more people view them,
With pity than with praise.
Like a child once tolerated...
But time has aged those days.
Even slowly they can not be awakened...
From a deep induced sleep.
To see themselves.
In every aspect of their daily lives...
They are delusional and entertain fantasies.
And those who speak of truth and reality...
Are slandered and despised.
Their way of life does not exist anymore.
Not to those with opened wide eyes.
And they can not see themselves as powerless to this.
They can not see themselves,
No longer number one.
No longer the one kept loved and special...
OR prioritized,
On anyone's list.
Accept for those who they owe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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