Strategic Is The Tactic
Strategic is the tactic,
To set a trap and capture.
With a hunting done,
To lure someone...
Into a place,
To keep one's mind...
Victimized and accepting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Capture the Crashes
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Capture the Stunts
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Capture the Uniform
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Every Occasion
Capture the Image
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs
The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.
And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strategic planning is worthless - unless there is first a strategic vision.
quote by John Naisbitt
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The other are the strategic, so-called strategic stocks that the United States and the other Western industrial countries have, which could put in as much as four million barrels a day of oil into the market pretty quickly.
quote by Daniel Yergin
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The hunt for love
By my nature
i am not a hunter.
hunting implies
that killing takes place.
the last thing
i want to do
is to kill something.
is hunting wrong?
not necessarily,
but i think hunting is wrong
for me.
besides, as far as i am concerned
motive makes all the difference.
for example,
i was a hunter once
and didn't even know it.
a certain innocence had taken me
into the snowy woods
one snowy evening.
i was hunting
for someone to love.
little did i know my nonchalance
would lead me to another hunter.
this hunter
was moving cautiously
through the same poetic snowy woods
binding snowflakes into winter dreams.
this hunter was careful
to avoid familiar mantraps
while also hunting for someone to love.
poem by Richard Ilnicki
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Hunting peace
The arrow of time slowly creeps
The archer of inferno with raised brows,
Awaits - the mortal legion, armed for a combat.
Stabbed incessantly I writhe, with open scars that bleed,
I shut my eyes to this world of deceit in reflex
But I can't escape the myth of reality.
God inflicts angst on me.
I cry. I mourn. I shiver. I wail.
I am lost, never to return.
It's a defeated Me.
A Me quite not Myself.
This I - a lone self.
I am Orion, waiting for my place amidst the constellation.
If I could die, in death I would,
Inscribe my inncocence and my endless pain.
My senses lost, my soul entrapped.
I am left cold and numb.
In search of - a warm hand to hold on...
Am ashamed and embarrased of my state,
Never thought it would be so,
The cosmic forces crush me with their might and force.
Life and death, wedded in my mind -
Am living in death,
Am dying to live.
There is a hunting in my head -
There is a hunting in my soul -
There is a hunting in my heart -
Am hunting peace,
Am hunting me,
Am hunting you to rescue me.
poem by Gargi Chakravarty
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Not Really Sure
you want me now,
but my mind is still lost,
of what i want,
and what i need,
you seem really nice,
but questions are coming to mind,
will you really be there,
when i need you the most?
or will you turn away,
because you want nothing to do with it?
i'm a sensitive girl,
you can't have the good part of me,
you have to like my faws,
it what makes me who i am,
nobody has the right to 'pick' me apart,
i'm human like everybody else,
i have my rights to be me,
and i don't really care,
i'm making me happy,
you accepting who i am,
is just part of the gift,
of knowing me,
and accepting everything that i am.
6-26-2010
poem by Mona Martinez
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Caught In A Trap
Sometimes you get caught in a trap and you dont know it
Sometimes its better to get out while you know it
Some people never learn they keep on falling
You can never get out if you keep on stalling
Then you get,
(chorus:) caught in a trap caught in dead end
Caught in a trap with nowhere to run
Then you get, caught in a trap caught in dead end
Nowhere to turn but it cant go on
Caught in a trap
Sometimes you got to know where to run for cover
Sometimes your better out till the heat is over
Ah you get (chorus)
Caught in a trap
Dont know how it happened but then its too late
Then you gotta move on the times, you cant wait
Cus you got (chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
Caught in a trap
Caught in a trap
Caught in a t
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Impressions at Sunset
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And discover the horsemen at the
imposing Spanish fortress;
As the glistening catch is laid on
the waiting shoreline,
By the strong-willed fishermen
rowing in tandem.
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And witness the silhouettes formed
by the clouds atop the Tirad Pass;
As the calm waves of the China Sea
persistently lure my spirit,
To be engulfed in their mighty and
rolling embrace.
I am always yearning to capture
the sunset at Luna Beach,
And watch the receding shadows
of the Caraballo mountains;
As the chirps and melodies of the
approaching twilight,
Rise in harmony with the emerging
northern stars.
poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez
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Hunting High And Low
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Hunting High and Low:
Here I am
And within the reach of my hand
She's sound asleep
And she's sweeter now
Than the wildest dream
Could have seen her
And I watch her slipping away
But I know I'll be
Hunting high and low
Ah there's no end
To the lengths I'll go to
Hunting high and low
Ah there's no end
To the lengths I'll go
To find her again
Upon this my dreams are depending
Through the dark
I sense the pounding of her heart
Next to mine
She's the sweetest love
I could find
So I guess I'll be
Hunting high and low
Ah, there's no end
To lengths I'll go to
High and low
Ah, do you know what it means
To love you
I'm hunting high and low
And now she's telling me
She's got to go away
I'll always be hunting high and low
Only for you (And now she's telling me)
Watch me tearing myself to pieces
Hunting high and low
Ah, there's no end
To lengths I'll go to
For you I'll be hunting high and low
song performed by by A-Ha
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The Tale On God And Love
for Koray Aker
dreaming of a bird on the face, darling
I long for your eyes
hunting on the share
hunting for song,
I'm get nothing...
but
I know there's place
that god keeps in his memory
not everybody is told the mystery of love
but I know there's place
where fading love will be bright again
I am silent
in the middle of a prayer
the answer of the big question is demanding
I am talking to god,
if he answers, I am crazy
if he doesn't, I am lonely
poem by Mete Tasoglu
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The Forest Greeting
GOOD hunting! — aye, good hunting,
Wherever the forests call;
But ever a heart beats hot with fear,
And what of the birds that fall?
Good hunting! — aye, good hunting,
Wherever the north winds blow;
But what of the stag that calls for his mate?
And what of the wounded doe?
Good hunting! — aye, good hunting,
And ah! we are bold and strong;
But our triumph call through the forest hall
Is a brother's funeral song.
For we are brothers ever,
Panther and bird and bear;
Man and the weakest that fear his face,
Born to the nest or lair.
Yes, brothers, and who shall judge us?
Hunters and game are we;
But who gave the right for me to smite?
Who boasts when he smiteth me?
Good hunting! — aye, good hunting,
And dim is the forest track;
But the sportsman Death comes striding on:
Brothers, the way is black.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Hunters Lullaby
Your fathers gone a-hunting
Hes deep in the forest so wild
And he cannot take his wife with him
He cannot take his child
Your fathers gone a-hunting
In the quicksand and the clay
And a woman cannot follow him
Although she knows the way
Your fathers gone a-hunting
Through the silver and the glass
Where only greed can enter
But spirit, spirit cannot pass
Your fathers gone a-hunting
For the beast well never cannot bind
And he leaves a baby sleeping
And his blessings all behind
Your fathers gone a-hunting
And hes lost his lucky charm
And hes lost the guardian heart
That keeps the hunter from the harm
Your fathers gone a-hunting
He asked me to say goodbye
And he warned me not to stop him
I wouldnt, I wouldnt even try
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Capture poem
Capture poem
They are there
In the water
In the air
In the light
In the earth
In the sky.
Capture poem
They are there
In the bark, bray, bleat, bell, bellow, buzz, babbles
In the coo, crow, cackles, croak, chant
They are there
In the grunt, gibber, gaggle, growl
In the melody, monotone, neigh, mew, purr, hiss
In the shriek, squeak, scream, screech,
In the laugh, low, yelp
In the roars, booming, clapping, groaning, drizzling
In the pealing clattering
Capture capture
Capture the poem
That are within you
That are beyond you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Gutter's smoke
waste not the feeling of the heart,
nay display the opinion that hurt the
flesh of lies, nothing seems empty
for the clock walks independently to
march the beginning of another day
salute the hour that had just came,
blind and see no one, believing thou not
accepting the truth behind the meaning
of what is honesty
lead me to a place, where something
special, a piece of art that capture the
entity of what is life, the out most
essence where all things begin
pour the bucket of never ending dreams
of reality and cloth the time of the
future to remember the past...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Deceitfully Victimized
One declaring to be victimized by another,
May pursue to get that atteention...
The first few times mentioned.
But then...
However and eventually,
Those who had been once accused of being culprits...
Become the ones who do receive the empathy,
After it has been discovered...
Those who elected to declare themselves victims,
Are the ones who deceitfully victimized...
To ruin lives of others they chose and selected.
But find themselves today the ones despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the most public of places
When one survives after being victimized,
By those who lie habitually...
To boost themselves above insecurities,
Hidden deeply.
It is best to let them and their evil deeds go.
A surviver who rises above and beyond this,
Eventually knows truth bestows.
This they know.
And with this they grow.
Those unknowing of one's malfunctions,
Will witness one day how they are exposed.
In the most public of places.
And the one victimized by such false lips,
Will show how a life lived with a faith that exists...
Rises high detached from conflicts.
With a maintaining of a happiness that reflects,
From inside what has been there and real.
And this becomes freed of any secrets revealed.
'Oh my!
What I heard and was led to believe,
Has been deceit all this time?
What is in the mind of those who undermine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ill Prepared Fisherman
Poets rarely capture stray thoughts
harvest eluding another mind taught.
Thoughts always fly fleeting past
without a pen to capture line cast.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mission Assigned To The Position
Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create.
Awakening each day,
As if with eyes of an innocent child...
Gets less difficult for the one,
Who has been committed to a life lived...
Not to be experienced by everyone to reconcile.
And those who sit believing,
This kind of mentality can be critiqued...
Are not living twenty four hours a day,
With a mind creating barely getting rest.
Only to momentarily 'allowed' to sleep.
Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create with focus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The world’s sport
Predators are out to capture;
Preys are alert to escape.
Males are out to trap;
Females are alert to slip-
A sport the world conducts.
06.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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