Some Things Just Get Too Old
To tap into one's energy,
With a sapping of most of it away...
To then say how distant someone has become,
With a leaving of nothing getting done...
By those voicing their complaints,
Should expose to anyone passing judgement...
Just who had been doing all the work.
AND promoting those to sit...
WITH a getting paid to do it no one mentions.
Some things just get too old but not quick enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over Our Heads
I don't think you love me
Confusion settling in
I don't think I'll be staying
Around here, anymore
There's no question that I love you
But I'm living in my own time
And here I am debating
Whether I'm wrong, or right
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
All the promises I gave you
Helped me to survive
And all the times I wished you'd save me
You were the love of my life
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
Who am I
To make a judgement of
Your life
I'm only
Passing by
Passing by
I'm only passing by ...
song performed by by Zero 7
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I travel around the world constantly promoting my projects and endorsing products. Yes, I do get paid to go to parties; in fact, I'm the person who started the whole trend of paid appearances. But when you see me at a party, I'm always working or promoting something.
quote by Paris Hilton
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When Is Corruption Admitted
When is the act of corruption admitted to be corrupt?
When those who denied its existence,
Now are convinced of it.
And those they offended by calling them names,
Are not heard as loudly voicing their complaints...
Or protesting to be restained by police,
From financial institutions where people have lost...
Their investments and their minds.
Leaving behind the ones who now watch,
Freed from playing truth or dare to stare at this...
As if entertained while jingling some change,
They play with that still remains in their pockets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sucking Tongues And Pouting Lips
All day long,
There is a playing of catch up.
And follow the leader.
And all day long all their lives,
This is done!
The following behind someone.
Sucking tongues and pouting lips,
They do as if
They were born to do this.
Sharing complaints and voicing opinions,
They do as if this is routine.
Everyday, everynight.
From Sunrise 'til noon!
And under moonlight.
All day long,
There is a playing of catch up.
And follow the leader.
And all day long all their lives,
This is done!
The following behind someone.
Sucking tongues and pouting lips,
They do as if
They were born to do this.
Sharing complaints and voicing opinions,
They do as if this is routine.
And for them,
It is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Things We See
The things we see are the things which make us proud,
because they make people jealous on a daily basis.
The things we see make us to be famous,
because we expose the truth, by promoting honesty.
The things we see make us feel jealous, curious, hopeful,
career driven & self motivated.
The things we see make us feel at home all the time.
poem by kfm Productions
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When Judgement Comes
Bad things happen to bad people
and bad things happen to good people.
They say only the good die young
but in driven droves the bad die young
also except when the bad die young
usually nobody notices and or nobody cares.
When bad things happen to good people
usually friends neighbours relatives people
will willingly come flock to their aid
but for the hand mind which chose evil paid
reality check is alarm wake up call delayed
death judgement waits for every soul rewards...
are made paid
according to choices
choices greedy good
or evil before the spade
all are weighed measured
in judgement of soul lost saved?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I've Learned Not to Confess Too Much
I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Even to those I 'suspect' I can trust.
Nothing is as real,
As one's own touch.
Especially if one's hands,
Covers a mouth to keep shut.
Yes I have learned,
Not to confess too much.
Some may rush to pass judgement.
And unconsciously without intention...
Innocently crush an unexpected exchange.
Made by a quick assessment that shames.
Leaving eyes to bug wide.
And names to be called.
With a falling out done.
Over really nothing at all.
I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Or express on my face...
Something in my mouth leaves a bad taste.
And as difficult as this may seem to me,
I may lie.
To protect my own and someone else's dignity.
Than to bring someone to tears.
Because of a giggle heard a person hears.
Experience has taught me this...
IF someone wishes to expose,
Their ugly baby to me...
At least I know how,
Now...
Not to look in shock or horror.
Oh yes...
I've learned not to express too much!
However,
If tears should fall from 'my' eyes?
I am quick to announce,
An ecstatic happiness.
With a controlled truth,
Hopefully kept undetected inside.
Although my knees may knock...
I am quick not to let them bend.
From a howling laughter,
I do my best to keep within.
'Lord, God...
I thank You! '
~You have more control than I do!
Geeessshhh...
Did you 'see' that ugly baby?
Don't blame that on Me, uh uh...
Oh no.~
'GOD..? '
~Don't 'God' Me...
I had nuthin' to do with that!
My assignments are in the East,
And South Cosmos.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do We Listen? Do We Learn? Do We Grow? No!
A grief recycled to produce an effectiveness...
Is the same grief experienced,
By a connection that affects us all.
No one is insensitive to devastation and sorrow.
And those who pretend they are,
Only fool themselves.
No one is 'that' distant from feeling 'some' empathy.
Mother Nature is not going to prepare us,
With a scheduling of events.
God has already warned us to obey,
When leaving us to follow the Ten Commandments.
But...
Do we listen?
Do we learn?
Do we grow?
No!
Do we demand and insist,
Others know our discomforts?
The second 'that' lollipop is removed,
From our mouths.
We are prepared to vocalize,
With our petty complaints immediately.
No matter who is inconvenienced,
By our spoiled tantrum fits we are quick to throw!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expectations Are Too High
If what is believed is so easy.
As it is perceived and rumored to be.
Why do so many express less interest?
To denounce those doing it,
Do it without a labored effort.
Or an agonizing heard as an input.
While others suspend the notion of hard work...
To be something that is monitored from 9 to 5.
Leaving a majority to whine and cry,
That expectations are too high.
And those salaries that are paid,
For their avoidance to do any work at all...
Is too low!
And a 'luck' has been bestowed upon those,
Who enjoy what it is done they do.
With few getting paid to complain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Racism Poem - Racists
there are two things that i fear
one that i could not see
the other i would rather not see
they are ghosts and racists
the first i could fend with faith
the second with thank god
his abundant milk of patience
racists are a society's cancer
debilitating, energy sapping
draining peace
whenever one is around
you are robbed of your vitality
the environment dries up
and things grind to a halt
the racists could stare into
the starry night and are
consumed by its darkness
rather than the glitters of stars
god's rich graces fail to reach them
their earth cracks and harvests fail
few walk the middle path
sooner or later they let loose
the ghosts they rear in them
- the vortex of negative charges
stone on cogs of wheel
the factory where the devils work
day and night to fuel and heat up hell
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Judgement Seat Of Christ
What will be your fate
for eternity
on the Day of Judgement? 2 Peter 3: 1-7.
Judgement
“He that exercises faith in him
is not to be judged.
He that does not exercise faith
has been judged already,
because he has not
exercised faith
in the name of
the only-begotten
Son of God.” John 3: 18.
The Judgement Seat Of Christ
“For we must all
be made manifest
before the judgement seat
of the Christ,
that each one
may get his award
for the things done
through the body,
according to the things
he has practiced,
whether it is
good or vile.” 2 Corinthians 5: 10.
As we sow, so shall we reap.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Of Man And His Inferiors
When Eve and Adam defied God,
A sparrow rent its shell and flew in the sun;
When Judas was paid his fee,
There was a beaver somewhere with work to be done;
While the Kaiser bombarded a cathedral in Rheims
A tigress was busy defending her young,
And while Hitler made Lidice a funeral pyre,
A cricket was voicing a song to be sung;
The part I have told you is but a fraction of all:
Among his least God's will endures,
While man wills freely to fall.
poem by J. Farrell Griffin
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With No Where But Lower To Go
You haven't dished anything on me,
I haven't dished on my self.
Or left spilled milk left to dip.
I'm living my life with a faith I believe.
And not doing it passing judgement,
As many do...gleefully!
Those who hide and backbite too.
Are accustomed to slither the way they do.
Some of them want an attention they get.
And some no one can befriend!
They perceive this as a weakness.
With a disrespecting they begin!
Anyone that hasn't been mentioned,
In enviroments where snakes reside...
Are not the ones that are decided,
Their lives are to be criticized.
Only the ones who attempt to get things done,
Are subjected to some dirt thrown to appease for fun.
With something,
Whatever it is...
To malign and despise an affliction on someone.
These are the times and the days of our lives.
And those living 'downlow' are the most miserable.
With no where but lower to go.
And tears to cry to expose and show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fading Lights
Another time it might have been so different
Oh if only we could do it all again
But now its just another fading memory
Out of focus, though the outline still remains
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember
Like the story that we wish was never ending
We know sometime we must reach the final page
Still we carry on just pretending
That therell always be one more day to go
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
So remember...
Another chance hello, another goodbye
And so many things well never see again
Days of life that seemed so unimportant
They seem to matter but to count much later on
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember
song performed by by Genesis
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Faultfinder
I thought you said you were leaving?
Your barrage of childish complaints
Left us all with verbal indigestion
We are still reeling from that colic pain.
You are always demanding to be pleased
I wonder if your friendships abound?
Surely your bossy ways made the ties cease
A pain in the neck comes when you're around.
You dictate, criticize, impolitely impose
Such a negative attitude seeks to vex
Perhaps you grew up in that, I suppose
It only displays your superiority complex.
Better assess what is inside your heart
What comes out of your lips reveal more
I don't value your attention and thus depart
Your words expose what in your heart you store.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sonnet - My Mind Has Peace Again
A newer inner energy has come,
And seized my wearied heart and mind, of late;
I feel rejuvenated, no more glum;
A divine direction, now steers my fate.
I sleep less, work more, pray so frequently;
I read the Bible, hear scriptures broadcast;
I go about extra confidently;
My depressed state is leaving me at last.
Perhaps, Heaven has heard my pleas at last!
God has ushered a mental peace again;
My threatening days are leaving me quite fast;
I feel I am right in the Maker’s lane.
While evil-plots have failed to work on me,
God has bestowed a new immunity.
poem by John Celes
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Fading Light
Another time it might have been so different
Oh, if only we could do it all again
But now it's just another fading memory
Out of focus, though the out line still remains
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives, remember
Like the story that we wish was never ending
We know some time we must reach the final page
Still we carry on just pretending
That there'll always be one more day to go
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives, remember
Another chance hello, another goodbye
And so many things we'll never see again
Days of lives that seem so unimportant
They seem to matter and to count much later on
Far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives, remember
song performed by by Genesis
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You have to work?
Work work work
Work work work
Work work work
The life clock ticks!
Work work work
Heart beat gives the same rhythm?
You breath
You walk
You eat
You sleep
To the same annoying tune!
If you work
You get that shiny colored paper notes
with the portrait of bygone handsome Presidents!
and if you don't work, fired black & white certificate receive by ordinary mail.
No money,
No Honey?
[Ulcers, rheumatoid arthritis, respiratory headaches and rectal complaints are capitalism's accumulated debt of exhausted human tissue.]-A dog's life(quoted from Sheila Rowbotham's 'Woman's consciousness, Man's World)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Passing Through
I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary
Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?
He said, talk of love not hate, things to do - its getting late.
Ive so little time and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.
I saw adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand,
I said now youre out, what are you going to do?
Plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane.
Im an orphan now, and Im only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with washington at valley ford, shivering in the snow.
I said, how come the men here suffer like they do?
Men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right
Even though they know theyre only passing through
Passing through, passing through ...
I was with franklin roosevelts side on the night before he died.
He said, one world must come out of world war two (ah, the fool)
Yankee, russian, white or tan, he said, a man is still a man.
Were all on one road, and were only passing through.
Passing through, passing through ...
(lets do it one more time)
Passing through, passing through ...
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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