Surrounded By Misfits
Issues that confuse,
Stall conclusions from the start!
Matters of shared dialogue intended...
Initiates a popularity of personalities,
Tossed about and lost!
Bitter conflicts about distrust,
Become childish playground pranks!
Leaving those who compose as poets...
Ranting about ratings,
And who has abused their rank!
If systems devised to award prizes,
For those who had true 'gifts'...
There would be few
Who did what they do,
Since the process to create would just sit!
But of course they are not bothered...
When surrounded by misfits!
There are those who fart with their art!
And there are those who are serious...
With the 'work' they submit.
Trying to avoid and escape these conflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes we tend to focus more on the personalities and the conflicts, and it really caricatures the issues.
quote by Mitchell Reiss
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Life and conflict
Life and Conflicts
Conflicts for power and power through conflicts
Compromise for the protection of power
Avoid conflict to hide the weakness
Show the strength by attacking the weak
All the life is a joke
Compete to reach fast and then
Feel pity on the meaninglessness
Forget to live due to busy life
Cry for the lost days
Feel happy by rewinding the memories
Teach others not to repeat blunders.
poem by Gangadharan T O
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A Motion Towards Love
It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.
Believe it or not,
Even those who perceive...
They will benefit from it,
Become more the victims...
Than the ones they've depicted,
As unfit misfits.
It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.
Since those who sit and analyze this,
With tears dripping from their eyes...
Hoping for a quick fix,
Need to begin to mend their own conflicts.
It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
Towards love.
Since those who sit and analyze this,
With tears dripping from their eyes...
Hoping for a quick fix,
Need to begin to mend their own conflicts...
To end them.
Those who sit,
With tears from their eyes quick to drip...
Need to get up to mend their own conflicts,
To end them,
Now.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
With a leaving not a minute.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
Before all time slips from them,
To end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family Rivalries
Family rivalries?
Bring nothing to them but grief.
Eventually members split apart...
And no one wishes to speak.
Jealousies maintained,
Because someone has issues.
One lies to another,
Leaving the truth ignored and abused.
People accused of doing things...
They wouldn't think to do.
And those that created the conflicts,
Pretend they didn't start...
The heartbreaks that no one shakes!
Family rivalries?
Need not to be at all!
And the ones who ignite them,
Are the biggest complainers.
You'll see them standing out...
Living behind the eight ball!
Raising children to adopt their hatred.
As everyone walks around with frowns...
And rolling eyeballs!
Stunted in limitations.
While strong foundations fall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you dream of something worth doing and then simply go to work on it and don't think anything of personalities, or emotional conflicts, or of money, or of family distractions; it is amazing how quickly you get through those 5,000 steps.
quote by Edwin Land
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It Was Never Intended
It was never intended,
For communities to build fences...
To seclude and isolate themselves.
But to a very few,
This has become a benefit...
To witness the infighting and conflicts.
As if delighted in the condoning of struggle and strife!
However...
This witnessed benefit,
Has become a saddened sickness...
That has afflicted the doers of this,
With a price ultimately they will pay.
A strength in unity was not perceived...
Even for themselves.
Not in this way that dismays.
It was never intended,
For communities to build fences...
To seclude and isolate themselves.
But to a very few,
This has become a benefit...
To witness the infighting and conflicts.
And...
The experience of remorse that decays,
Those days of brightness greed betrayed...
To lead one astray to seek a feeding,
Of another hunger one now wonders...
Could have been much more fulfilling!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Science cannot resolve moral conflicts, but it can help to more accurately frame the debates about those conflicts.
Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights.
quote by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
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War
War is the expression
Of one’s inner conflicts.
War exists in all dealings
As the result of conflicts,
Within and without.
You can’t eliminate it
Unless wisdom overpowers it.
11.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Serious poetry deals with the fundamental conflicts that cannot be logically resolved: we can state the conflicts rationally, but reason does not relieve us of them.
quote by Allen Tate
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PH, To Me
When I joined the ranks of poets
At PH a few months hence
I found a group of people
Whom I now consider friends
Though, as a poet, I suspect,
I’ll ne'er be thought renowned
Still I love to show my work
Where it’s seen the world around
This site has been a boon to me,
Writing more than I used to,
And I think, by reading other bards
My own work’s been improved
I see this site as a privilege
And, one not to be abused
When angry tensions oft arise
It leaves me quite confused
Each item I submit in verse
Though meaningful to me
I suspect that, not, to all who read
Twill be their cup of tea
At times, much better poets
Than I, their work, submit
And even though, I know it’s great
I just can’t “get into” it
But if, alas, I take offense
At values, different than my own
I, simply, note the poet’s name
Click the mouse and move along
If a rude and contentious poet
Should offend enough, on site
Their work, no longer, would be read
Which would be their ultimate price
Copyright C R Clark-4/28/2008
poem by C.R. Clark
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Political conflicts distort and disturb a people's sense of distinction between matters of importance and matters of urgency. What is vital is disguised by what is merely a matter of well being.
quote by John Grierson
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Mr. Speaker, I am deeply concerned that many regions of this world are suffering from the effects of armed conflicts with religious aspects. I believe that the differences of faith are not the real reason for these conflicts.
quote by Alcee Hastings
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Bring Him To Book.
We are led like sheep by politicians all over
That's how they are able to pull the wool over
Devide and rule
We're easily controlled and sit on command like fools
What's another war when it's far away
Besides, it'll be over in just over a day
Conflicts here, conflicts there, individuals soon have enough
And attempt to collar the culprit by the scruff
Turfed out on your butt..and don't come back
Skittle off back to work before you get the sack.
Direct action you'll try to employ
To return things to normal so a sweet life you can enjoy.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Escape Goats To Use To Confuse The Issues
It will be great one day,
To awaken to hear.
Voices acknowledging their faults.
With an admitting of them,
That eliminates finger pointing.
To end placing blame on others,
For our own actions a suffering to ourselves.
Mistakes and decisions,
WE cause and brought.
There has to be an accountability,
That initiates what happens.
Escape goats to use to confuse the issues,
Never succeeds with lessons taught.
And excuses quickly used to refuse those things we do,
Has to stop looking for someone's back.
To attack,
As we keep packing upon their shoulders.
Our weight to carry as if they are suppose to do that.
Then verbally express our lack of appreciation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Humanity
Human and humanity,
Where lies your conscience?
Inhumanity and ideas,
Why create conflicts?
You who inflict pains to those who disagree with you,
I have a story to tell you;
Life is all about us.
Morals and immoralities,
Where lies the positive values of life?
To the citadals of the world powers,
Why control everything out our hands?
With conflicts here and there without a control.
Life is all about us but,
We still have the shameful acts of evil among us;
In this life,
In this world,
In this games of life and death;
Some are very content when the majority go hungry.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The most intense conflicts, if overcome, leave behind a sense of security and calm that is not easily disturbed. It is just these intense conflicts and their conflagration which are needed to produce valuable and lasting results.
Whatever It Takes To Participate
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!
And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.
Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temperatures Heat Up Slow
Temperatures heat up slow.
Some boil to explode.
Steaming to show outside...
What can no longer hide.
Temperatures heat up slow.
some refuse to let go!
Until it's hard to keep...
A heat that has been released.
It's difficult to find the time to explain it.
Words aren't there to say what's going on.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up arguments.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
Temperatures heat up slow.
With a click.
Some boil to explode.
With many clicks.
Steaming to show outside...
Flying fists.
What can no longer hide,
Loud brawled rifts!
And it's hard to find time to explain this!
Or sit in calmness to cool rowdy rows.
Some folks will agitate this,
As if it's a gift.
To then give to others...
To glow in what has been bestowed.
To behold what is done,
That gets old.
And this has left many cold.
Some people make it their business,
To stir up these riffs.
And leaving behind them created conflicts.
With all conflicts growing old!
Much too old to bestow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Me Tell You Something
do not be intimidated by what i do,
there is no sense to my work
this is plain
cooperation with boredom
and some unresolved conflicts
(i still hope conflicts have minds of
their own
and resolve their conflicts by themselves
which they call
as auto-resolution, people have a
sub-language of their own
wanting to be understood
within their circles)
do not think that i am your competitor
i must admit before you
i am not an artist at all
not even hardworking
i am clumsy and cannot even hold a pen
and if i hold it
my teacher says i am holding a hammer
(her term really is a jackhammer
since i am forceful by all means
asserting always
the wrong point, and my classmates laugh
at me
and they never had the inkling that someday
i will be a great man
sort of i can be the best mediocre in town
a nobody, a great nobody,
yes, i finally know the term
do not take me seriously for someday
i will be a great nobody
if ever i get to be
90)
now are you satisfied that i am
not threatening at all?
you see, i am just an ordinary son
to the most ordinary father
who goes to the sea
old and naked
clanging bones and dives
to the depth
with all the people saying
'Que Horror! '
it is just a splash you know
it is nothing, like the splashing frog of Basho.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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