Some Heads Are Thicker Than Concrete Walls
I am what it is you are not.
However...
Ironically,
What we both have in common...
Is this as a similarity.
And the only differences we perceive,
Are those likes and dislikes...
We exchange constantly.
Although we seem not able,
To accept our feelings and beliefs.
When the unimportance of our skin color,
Is kept as a priority to create division.
When two hands, two feet and one head,
We all have.
Well...
I do admit this because it has been witnessed.
Have you noticed,
Some heads are thicker than concrete walls?
If you haven't...
It's okay.
That's understandable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the witness-box
…And having taken the oath
I
Do admit
I witnessed
Birth
And
Death
I
Do admit
I witnessed
How two can
Come together
And go their
Separate ways
I
Do admit
I witnessed
The hand of time
Behind
I
Do admit
I witnessed
How the invisible
Hand of time
Resolves
Dissolves
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Thoughts Revealed
revolution demands evolution,
for it is only by evolving
that we can make positive change.
open mind, open heart.
closed mind, closed heart.
the door to life remains open.
the door of death remains closed!
religious people kill each other
over their differences...
spiritual people accept each other
for what and who they are,
and learn to work together for common goals.
god has as many faces as there
are living beings!
dont quote me scriptures, or holy sayings.
help me plow my garden!
there are scriptures in the fresh
turned earth we have yet to discover!
if you are a bigot, if you discriminate
because of skin color, religious beliefs,
sexual orientation, or political agenda...
you cannot know the presence of god...
it is within the diversity of life
that we find the common bond of unity...
and this bond is the presence of god!
if you must hate anything, hate ignorance!
manifest this hate by searching for
the truth!
unconditional compassion is the key...
but your own feet must walk through
the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Following A Bouncing Ball
Why haven't I contacted you at all?
My priorities have completely changed.
I had to adopt another focus.
It became too difficult for me,
To continue following a bouncing ball.
Especially one I thought I could hold.
But that ball you bounce,
Is too much out of control!
And as for me,
I needed to keep a peace concrete...
Within my walls.
You had me feel they were closing in.
And climbing over walls,
To breathe fresh air...
Over and over and over again,
I will not accept as an agenda!
Activated to keep on call.
I came to realize,
That's just not me.
Why haven't I contacted you at all?
I threw that ball over my walls.
And not a regret left do I have!
None.
Not one in my mind there kept to stall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appearances
What's in the color of your skin?
Just the body that you're in.
A body that has all the same organs
of everybody that's ever been.
Isn't it amazing how we've been taught
to believe that we're different.
Sure we're different in our appearances
right down to our thumbprint.
But again that thumbprint is just skin,
not the character and not the hope.
And there's the beauty in the differences
like the colors of a kaleidoscope.
We are all striving for fairness and joy
whether we were born a girl or a boy.
The ignorance that surrounds all the bigots
is a lack of intelligence they employ
in viewing color,
in demeaning color,
in blaming color,
in labeling color,
in dehumanizing color.
For all of their own inadequacies and guilt
in not allowing themselves to see the sameness
in how we all are built.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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There's only one thing worse than a man who doesn't have strong likes and dislikes, and that's a man who has strong likes and dislikes without the courage to voice them.
quote by Tony Randall
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When You Put Your Hands on Me
When you put your hands on me
When you put your hands on me
I don't know about the travel of time
And I've never seen most of the world
I don't know diving out of the sky
Or living like the diamonds of pearls
See I haven't danced to a musical tune
And I haven't noticed the flowers in bloom
I haven't smiled when alone in my room very much
Then we touched
CHORUS:
I just know when you put your hands on me
song performed by by Christina Aguilera from Christina Aguilera
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Ashurnatsirpal III
Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.
They expected everything of those walls;
Nobody in the town came out to kiss my feet.
I knocked the walls down, killed three thousand soldiers,
Took away cattle and sheep, took all the loot in sight,
And burned special captives.
Some of the soldiers—I cut off hands and feet.
Others—I cut off ears and fingers.
Some—I put out the eyes.
I made a pyramid of heads.
I strung heads on trees circling the town.
When I got through with it
There wasn’t much left of the town of Tela.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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To understand a child we have to watch him at play, study him in his different moods; we cannot project upon him our own prejudices, hopes and fears, or mould him to fit the pattern of our desires. If we are constantly judging the child according to our personal likes and dislikes, we are bound to create barriers and hindrances in our relationship with him and in his relationships with the world. Unfortunately, most of us desire to shape the child in a way that is gratifying to our own vanities and idiosyncrasies; we find varying degrees of comfort and satisfaction in exclusive ownership and domination.
quote by Krishnamurti
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.
I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.
Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.
However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.
And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Day We Met
the day we met
our eyes level
our hands entwine
both full grown
and mature
our heads
are different
mine is bigger
and yours so
hard and brittle
yet we agree
on something
and some feelings
we agree
we do not have to change
you or me
or both of us
we agree
on this love
we accept
everything
what i have you take
what you have i too, take
it is all yes
there is no no
but for our survival
we agree
that on some blanks
we may fill up
and make our own
answers
brief and concise
and no tearing
of pages
no return
no exchange
these are the rules
these are the instructions
now, we may proceed
let us turn to the next page, please...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Know Doggone Well 'They' Aint Them
Many are fanatics.
With over-reactive temperments.
Constantly they are in arguments.
And never satisfied with that which makes sense.
They,
Live in and create their own hostile environments.
They,
Say they hate outside involvement.
They,
Are the first to call the police and/or the government,
For assistance.
And...
Solicit they do for a unity amongst themselves.
And yet despise suggestions as to how to do that best!
And sit back on concrete stoops...
If not from porches with steps.
Or congregate wherever they can find an empty space,
To stand all day on a neighborhood corner...
Joking as if paid jesters.
Pointing out which of the ones who pass them by,
Live in a twilight zone.
'Who are 'they'?
And WHO are you talking about? '
I am talking about US!
Haven't I made that obvious?
We are 'they'!
Not them.
If we were them...
We would not accept this from 'they'!
Now would we?
And don't look at me as if I am saying something,
You don't understand!
You know doggone well 'they' aint them.
And we are 'they'!
You know this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being the only non-Black was a unique experience. After a few weeks, you're not aware of skin color differences. You see the color; you're not blind, but it doesn't matter. You see the human being first.
quote by Ricardo Montalban
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The Hands Of Fate
in not all instances
perfect as you consider them to be
these hands
are not meant always for taking something in
not at all
there are enlightening moments
when the hands are meant for giving
without having an exchange
or value
there are dances of the hands
clasped in the solemnity of prayer
open to the art of acceptances
the solitude of keeping them
inside your pockets
or the holding of the face of love
bringing it near yours
for the kiss
the heart guides you what to do
with what life likes to give
you and what you must accept
without any remorse....
the hands knows when to take sides
with shame
as you begin to cover your face
and run away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In 'My' World I Am The Do Do
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
There was a time I would drop,
My priorities.
To sit and listen to someone moan.
To show them I was there,
And they were not alone!
There was a time I would stop,
In my tracks.
To carry a load,
Someone else had on their back.
To give unconditional friendship.
Without a thought about that!
Then one day I was in need.
Knowing in my heart...
Someone would come to my rescue.
I damn near was crawling on my knees.
Until I witnessed myself...
Being made to play the fool.
With folks caring less,
What it was I was going through!
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
To stink when I wish.
And caring less who likes it.
When I move,
My eyes are focused.
With my needs to meet first.
I 'may'...
Depending on my mood.
Choose to be less self serving.
However,
Whatever I decide...
I will not waste a second,
In debate.
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
I am not living my life,
As an option someone can find...
To play with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thicker Than Blood
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She was born in kansas city, raised in arkansas
Fell in love with an ex-marine
She already had three babies; he had one of his own
They came together for another and me
Our family never shared the same last name
But our family was a family, the same
(and they say) blood is thicker than water
Oh, but love is thicker than blood
Wreck out on the highway, rain falling down
Lord, he must have fell asleep at the wheel
Theres a number of people just standing around
Lord, I cant condemn the fear that they feel
For that river of red could be the death of me
God, give me strength and keep reminding me
That blood is thicker than water
Oh, but love is thicker than blood
Bridge:
And if blood is thicker than water
Then what are we fighting for
Were all sons and daughters
Of something that means so much more
I see it on my tv but I cant understand
Lord, its one big contradiction to me
How in gods name we love thy neighbor with fists
In our hands
And kill each other when we just dont agree
Why cant we see the walls we cant see through
And see what gods been telling me and you
(and that is) blood is thicker than water
Oh, but love, love is thicker than blood
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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I Am No Longer A Puppy
You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
That leaves me guessing,
Which identity I've witnessed...
Is the one that is the basic you.
You seem to believe a game of hide and seek,
Adds to your allure and captivates with mystique.
But those games you play of fake the chaser,
Hard to get and guess 'my' mood...
Is pushing me towards the exit.
To leave you and have no regrets.
You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
That leaves me guessing,
Which identity I've witnessed...
Is the one that is the basic you.
If you haven't noticed,
I am no longer a puppy.
But I can be a fulltime dog...
In a wide opened field,
I can cruise if I choose to occupy my day.
I am with you because of an interest.
Not to be tested for a patience endured.
If you seek a playmate to exchange,
In the playing of games...
I suggest you select someone,
On your level and equally immature.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dragged Behind Them In Sacks
It is difficult to accept,
A restructuring of beliefs.
Especially when those beliefs,
Were thought to be cemented...
In concrete.
But the crumbling of foundations,
As seen are no longer rumored.
And the ones once reprimanded,
By pointing out their observations...
Seem not to be the ones running,
Seeking to find safe shelter...
To protect their pretentions.
Or denials dragged behind them in sacks,
As kept evidence of their loyalty and devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Skin Melvin
your skin melvin you must accept can never be
the color of the clouds
the sun
the moon and the stars
but do not be dismayed
your color is
the earth where all the
other poets
of this universe
write
breathe
and thrive
it is my color too
neither is there
a shying for shame
nor a need for pride
i am just comfortable
by just being
myself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dislocate
I taste words you divice, want to cover up
Temporary lies
And I see how you pressed your skin on limb
How much thicker it is, how much thicker
Mark my words
Voice comes through the mesh, a sign of safety
Temporary smile
Cross my heart, I'll protect my own
How much thicker is it, how much thicker
Mark my words
Dislocate yourself
And this is enough poison for me
Spilling the guilt.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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I'd Rather Have A Cat For That
You want anyone.
Someone,
To occupy that void felt inside.
Left in your life.
I feel this to be true.
But there is nothing I can do.
I am not one who spackles cracks.
Me?
I'm not trying to create,
A passion for someone awaiting just anyone.
To come along to satisfy a patching of a heart.
Providing another body,
My time and air just to be with me within walls.
As we both sit to stare breathing air to rock in chairs.
Naw!
Desperate?
I am not.
You and I can go on a thousand dates.
But a mate?
To awaken daily in a nakedness,
In one space developing a routine.
We together on a regular basis face?
To share likes and dislikes in the acquiring,
Of similar tastes?
I'd rather have a cat for that!
And my preference.
Would be a Tabby.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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