Subtle Sedation
The more ridiculous their outrageous stage...
The more approved the behavior becomes.
This affect of dumb numbskullness is intact.
It is no act!
Brilliant the injection tested...
And their reactions prove this is fact!
Precious is the formula used.
And a subtle sedation...
Overtime,
Keeps them whacked!
Confused and controlled.
Further taxed by those amused.
Lunatics quick,
To display an absence of conscious thought!
Fused to instant whims they are!
Gems,
They think of them of this creation.
Dim of wit...
And not a threat of a lesson kept,
That is taught!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Education as an Antidote to Mud
The Army taught me a great lesson
The way to stay out of the mud
Is to go to school.
This formula is as simple as it is true
Alexander Solzhenitsyn has validated it too
And even General Patton has granted us the lesson
That the best use for mud is for education.
poem by Bill Grace
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Remember the Ridiculous?
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
Remember the heights achieved by those self righteous?
The ones who quoted from scriptures and knew what sinning meant.
The ones who declared a separation of church and politics.
And spoke of family values and deplored decadence.
With hints they were chosen and others lived to be blasphemous!
Rewind these actions and tell me this...
Whose standards vowed are at a crisis now?
Who authorized the lives we live?
While standing by to watch...
Chaos rise to become prioritized as top notch!
With excuses to make and pointing fingers to give!
Remember the ridiculous?
When outrageous public statements made,
Were attributed to those considered nonconformists.
Or at least depicted as militant with violent wishes!
And were silenced quick wherever they dared to sit.
And those making the most noise today...
Protest loudly in disarray!
In groups to influence and convince in their dismay...
They represent the people who are of conservative ways.
Remember the ridiculous?
When terrorists were thought to ride camels...
And not be Ivy league graduates,
On shores who condoned and promoted this!
With only greed and the economy as the main interest.
Too bad the borders can not be secured,
By those who are staunch racists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One to Dumb Up For Love
Don't leave me in the cold,
With a freezing shoulder you throw.
To prove to everybody you are through.
I choose not to be as vicious,
With someone I still love.
Someone so quick to give,
A chill with attitude.
I want to give you what I wish but can't.
But you don't seem to understand...
I'm not the one,
To dumb up for your love!
I like that boldness you uphold!
An attraction,
That's a fact.
But suffering through your tantrums?
Keep that where it's at!
I'm not a coupon purchase.
What I give to you...
Is topnotch in the doing.
And you believe I'll discount...
What you are doing to me?
Uh-huh.
You will not find me behind you in line.
I want to give you what I wish but can't.
But you don't seem to understand...
I'm not the one,
To dumb up for your love!
I like that boldness you uphold!
An attraction,
That's a fact.
But suffering through your tantrums?
Keep that where it's at!
You will not find me behind you in line.
I'm not the one,
To dumb up for your love!
I'm not one...
To dumb up for love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Workin Overtime
(nile rodgers/c. max)
Workin overtime, dedicated to you
Gonna cross that thin line
Hope you dont disapprove
cause Im workin overtime
Got to make a new start
cause Im workin overtime
Workin hard
Boy, youve got to think
What your priorities are really all about
Its such a crazy - world
Were on the brink
Therell be no turning back once weve set out
So much left to - do
And so little time
Just read the news to say todays headlines
One idea can last forever
And heres the only way that I can prove it
Workin overtime, dedicated to you
Gonna cross that thin line
Hope you dont disapprove
cause Im workin overtime
Got to make a new start
cause Im workin overtime
Workin hard
Boy I found a way
To raise the level of my self esteem
When I was just a - girl
I learned how to say
I will be proud I see
A me that will always achieve
One idea can last forever
And heres the only way that I can prove it
Workin overtime, dedicated to you
Gonna cross that thin line
Hope you dont disapprove
cause Im workin overtime
Got to make a new start
cause Im workin overtime
Workin hard
And when you want someone
Ill be there for you
And when you need someone - Im dependable
When your world is falling apart
You can lean on me
And nothing will come between our hearts for all eternaty
One idea can last forever
And heres the only way that I can prove it
Workin overtime, dedicated to you
Gonna cross that thin line
Hope you dont disapprove
cause Im workin overtime
Got to make a new start
cause Im workin overtime
Workin hard
Workin overtime, dedicated to you
Gonna cross that thin line
Hope you dont disapprove
cause Im workin overtime
Got to make a new start
cause Im workin overtime
Workin hard
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Mental
Its like Im dressed up in my mothers clothing
Its like Im talking to a voice that doesnt exist
Its like I got a wire crossed upstairs
But all I want is just a little truth and thats it
They say Im mental but Im just confused
Thay say Im mental but Ive been abused
They say Im mental cause Im not amused my it all
Another anchor man is on the t.v.
Hes got that far away and vacant look in his eyes
I turn the channel but nothings changing
The only truth is that everythings a lie
They say Im mental but Im just confused
Thay say Im mental but Ive been abused
They say Im mental cause Im not amused my it all
Theres truth in everything
Theres truth in lies
With all this knowledge
I think Im gonna be wise
They say Im mental but Im just confused
Thay say Im mental but Ive been abused
They say Im mental cause Im not amused my it all
Not at all
Not at all
song performed by by Eels
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give my pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
www.suechevalier.com www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Creation Has Taught Me A Lesson
creation taught me a lesson.
&
nature photography has taught me a philosophy
of mountainous proportions in a language of silence-
if you deeply desire to merge into nature's grandeur
you must reduce yourself to a dot and featureless even,
and the glory and the inaccessible peace would be yours-
but if you cannot escape your centripetal urge to yourself,
you alone would be there in full bloom
and not the immensity and the intricacy of creation!
&
s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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We Need Cash And Not Your Lip
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is not end to it.
Until a limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You once felt equal.
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is no end to it.
Until your limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
And then you call your creditors...
Who say to you we need some cash,
And not a promise of it!
It's needed now.
And needed fast!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
'Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Feel Anything Loose?
You relied on intuition,
Which through perception...
You sought out to teach,
One you believed with ego...
A lesson.
And after doing so...
The one perceived with ego,
Had lessons to teach as well.
Inspired by those,
With similar quests to prove.
And the one lesson,
That has to remain on your mind...
As constant as your knack to judge a book,
By the appearance of its cover.
And...
The one lesson learned you recently was taught!
I can tell this by your lack of motivation to talk.
Someone you thought shallow...
Proved to you to be deep under the surface.
~Never assume you can feed yourself on perceptions.
You will die from starvation.~
You must enjoy knocking your head up against walls?
Do you feel anything loose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Kinds Of Branding To Label Traps
Do I have a 'Doctorate's Degree? '
No!
Nor is my approach and methods to learning,
Certifiably accepted by those approved...
Who do have such credentials.
But I am blessed to observe,
And connect with a consciousness...
I did not earn to be professed.
Or be one labelled as a scholar,
To prove a thought process within me that yearns.
And not a book do I read that has helped me achieve,
A common sense.
With experience and a willingness to learn,
Has assisted in the documenting...
What may be perceived as an approved 'Ivy Leaguer'.
I could not afford,
To waste my resources...
On those kinds of branding to label traps.
I've been saved from living my life,
Limited to impress others like that.
And nothing I believe in,
Has been certified to be classified...
With stamps of approval to identify as controlled.
To maintain standards beheld to uphold to teach...
A releasing of comprehension that limits one's attention span.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Own World
Come here,
Quick!
We're hoping you can help us,
Make some sense of this.
We are diehard conformists.
To that we admit.
And those we chose to ridicule...
Had been the ones we selected,
As 'do-nothing' mavericks.
Shouldn't we have been the ones,
To have prospered?
To benefit from our loyalty.
The ones to make the gains...
With lifestyles to benefit?
In fact...
They had been those we ostracized.
And we made sure of it!
Now they appear to have profited...
From anti-social behavior,
That declared them lunatics.
Come here,
Quick!
Do you have an explanation,
For any of this?
'Well,
As an observer...
I can only offer this quip.
It seems those who chose to live free,
Of restrictions...
Are happier they did and did not quit.
Regardless of who thought what of them.
Or who passed judgement on their 'craziness'!
They do not seem to be complaining at all,
About an economic crisis...
That has marched the rest of you,
To the edge of an abyss.
And here you are filled with anger.
The ones gritting your teeth.
And spitting expletives.
You stand in a group...
Shouting in fits.
Cursing others loudly.
And with clenched fists!
Shouldn't that be the actions of those you claim...
To have been the ones isolated and brought to shame?
Didn't you say,
You all had gone out of your way...
To smear their reputations and ruin their names? '
Yeah,
But...
'I thank God I do not live in this neighborhood! '
Where do you live?
'I've been told I live in my own world years ago.
And I am so glad I decided to make it comfortable.
Thank you for asking for my opinion.
I thought I had been totally ignored.
You don't mind if I leave,
And take my peace of mind with me?
I've had it for so long...
Your question caught me off guard! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However, some of my work is very subtle, and one should expect very subtle reactions to it.
quote by Jim Hodges
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The Boss
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Fancy me
Thought I had my degree
In life and how love
Ought to be a run
I had a one step plan to prove it
Guide in my pocket for fools
Folly and fun
Love had to show me one thing
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(taught me who was who was the boss)
Id defy
Anyone who claimed that i
Didnt control whatever moved in my soul
I could tempt
Touch delight
Just because you fell for me
Why should I feel uptight
Love had to show me one thing:
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(taught me who was who was the boss)
Love taught me
Taught me
Taught me
Taught me
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(taught me who was who was the boss)
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Boss
(Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson)
Fancy me
Thought I had my degree
In life and how love
Ought to be a run
I had a one step plan to prove it
Guide in my pocket for fools
Folly and fun
Love had to show me one thing
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(Taught me who was who was the boss)
I'd defy
Anyone who claimed that I
Didn't control whatever moved in my soul
I could tempt
Touch delight
Just because you fell for me
Why should I feel uptight
Love had to show me one thing:
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(Taught me who was who was the boss)
Love taught me
Taught me
Taught me
Taught me
I was so right
So right
Thought I could turn emotion
On and off
I was so sure
So sure (I was so sure)
But love taught me
Who was who was who was the boss
(Taught me who was who was the boss)
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Ejection, Injection!
An injection,
I can help you with my love;
Ejection, injection!
The crab man,
The crab woman;
Rejection, injection!
The wolf man,
The wolf woman;
To see eye to eye.
Love can give life a whole new meaning!
So, keep on waiting on my love;
For, i can help you with my love.
Math, bath!
True love is very precious than money;
And, i can help you with my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pillow Monster Meets Razel's One Thumb
Pillow Monster one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel's one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Pillow Monster bumps into her chair,
Razel says, 'Hey, you messed up my hair! '
Pillow Monster offers her a ice blue comb,
he says 'Sorry Razel, here's one comb to take home.'
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
'I here you will dress as a clown in disguise'
Pillow Monster then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Pillow Monster thought and then cried,
'I don't dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! '
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
'Don't worry my precious Pillow Monster's toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! '
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Freed of the Thought of Foreclosure
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To focus your sights on that?
If things are seen as whacked.
And way off track.
It is what it is!
Perhaps for you,
All of this has been a quiz!
You just didn't want to see it,
As it is.
You wished to see it,
As an affliction affecting...
Others you were taught to detest.
Now that 'mess' you ignored...
Has come to lay upon your own doorstep,
To comfortably rest.
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To believe your ideals were being attacked?
Now you find yourself sleeping with a weapon.
Feeling safe and secured.
Keeping sure you are protected...
In a neighborhood free of enemies.
Enduring agonies.
Knowing you can not trust who lives next door!
Who's life are you living?
And what is your life lived for?
When you just might kill yourself...
To escape from your own safety zone!
Freed of the thought of foreclosure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outrageous
Outrageous, outrageous
(they say) Im outrageous
Its the rage
Im gonna wear what I will and spend some
And I will be dress to kill dontcha know
And when the lights come up
Im ready Im ready
To put on a show with class
And if I clash its cause I want to
What a show and I want everyone to know
Theyre gonna fly up, get an eyeful
Everything thats craved from me
Im gonna be, Im gonna be outrageous
Outrageous
(they say) Im outrageous
Its the rage its the rage
With my long black hair hanging way down to my
Ask me no questions and Ill tell you no lies
Dont tell me what to do dont tell me what to be
See I dont trust anybody elses traits about make-up and me
Well in my show I let everything go
Is what you want is whatcha wanna see from me
But when the curtain comes down
And youre on your way back home
I change into my jeans that are split at the seam
I grab my funky black jacket and make quite a racket
You drive like youre an outlaw
Cause everything thats craved from me
Im gonna be, Im gonna be outrageous
So outrageous
Im outrageous honey yes a rage
Its the rage
Outrageous, outrageous
Im outrageous
Its the rage its a rage
Outrageous, outrageous
They say Im outrageous
song performed by by Cher
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Unexpected Absence
They are here!
The results...
Pleasured by those needs teasing,
And feeding...
As they bleed from the taking of risks!
And they are here,
The offspring...
Of those misguided teachings,
We...
You and I encouraged to try,
This craving taste of a way of life...
Lived!
As taught,
With little self examination.
And brought to deliver...
As a means to prevail.
With perfected implementation.
And they are here...
The results!
Of those quick to heat passions.
They are here...
Without the cheering done.
There is an unexpected absence of it!
And we have been overcomed...
By a deafening disrespect given.
And they...
Are here to crush,
Whatever it was we thought with beliefs...
Was our right to give to nourish,
A glow to forever flourish.
That would manifest a harvesting of inspiration!
And they are here,
The results...
To prove,
So wrong has been our self righteousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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