Taught With Others Of A Fixed Mindset
I use to believe,
Those who leeched...
Were not threats.
Well...
Corrected,
That belief...
Has been exchanged for observation.
Not only do those who leech are threats...
They are the cause and the effect,
As proof to what happens...
When one is taught with others,
Of a fixed mindset...
That their actions have no direct affect,
On the decline of an environment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Threats To Keep A People In Grief
How can we seek solutions...
When our denials love to bask,
In a pleasing done by deceit.
How can we non-fictionalize our lives,
When fiction is all we seek.
How can we ever expect to accept the truth,
When none of it is believed.
And how is a greatness once perceived,
So willing to feed decadence...
And allow conflict and division succeed.
All of these may be questions!
But the opportunity to answer them,
Become threats to keep a people in grief.
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Those Exceptions
Many have spent lifetimes,
Doing their best...
To manipulate the presence of truth.
And yet there is not one shred of proof,
That a doing of this has led them to success.
However...
There are those exceptions!
Millions of dollars are spent,
In the celebrating of holidays created...
To allow the threats of terrorists,
Opportunities to rest...
As everyone is welcomed to join the festivities.
'But...
Where are the terrorists? '
~Ssshhh.
They are no threat to us on holidays.
Or on weekends.
Just Monday through Friday.
See them checking their watches?
It is almost that time,
For them to begin their threats.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tissue Tigers (The Arguers)
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
Its all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
Its all hot air.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
Youd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
Ive trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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Tissue Tigers
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
It's all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
It's all hot air.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
You'd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
I've trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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Direct threats require decisive action.
quote by Dick Cheney
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So not only do we need to deal with threats as they emerge, we have to be thinking in anticipation of future threats, and the things we do have to be things that enable the system to continue to work.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That said, the question remains: how to strike the balance between free speech and mutual respect in this mixed-up world, both blessed and cursed with instant communication? We should not fight fire with fire, threats with threats.
quote by Timothy Garton Ash
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Those that are the loudest in their threats are the weakest in their actions.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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Survival in a stable environment depends almost entirely on remembering the strategies for survival that have been developed in the past, and so the conservation and transmission of these becomes the primary mission of education. But, a paradoxical situation develops when change becomes the primary characteristic of the environment. Then the task turns inside out — survival in a rapidly changing environment depends almost entirely upon being able to identify which of the old concepts are relevant to the demands imposed by the new threats to survival, and which are not.
quote by Neil Postman
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Pocketing a Dollar
It's the season of terrorists threats.
When the government wont let...
Spirits of happiness flow,
Without fear to inflict.
And bestow.
And when the New Year comes around,
Just like the Fourth of July...
When the biggest crowds gather to celebrate.
With fireworks and other loud bursting sounds...
Not a word of terrorists,
Or their threats...
Are heard or shared!
Those are not the times for them to be declared,
There or anywhere.
And when those who filled the air,
With these fears and threats to scare...
Are gone.
So will the massive corruption,
And the sadness of their destruction...
Leave.
To remind those grieving.
And those of a clearing consciousness,
Will come to their senses and see...
How those of criminal minds,
Have found much wasteful time...
To plot, plunder and pillage.
Being as they are...
Treacherous, evil, deceitful demons and mean.
Traitors of a democracy depleting it with their greed.
When it comes to pocketing a dollar to loot...
And delute a quality of life of those still holding on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
poem by Maurice Harris
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12-07-07 No Poem Here
Just an observation on the anniversary of the failed intelligence that led to the US being unprepared and surprised by the attack on Pearl Harbor. An estimated loss of American lives that day 3,400.
It was also on this date in 1917 that the US declared war on Austria-Hungary.
I write this in light of the recent reevaluation of Iran's nuclear capability and intentions. Two articles in the London Times today reflect that we haven't come very far since 1917. 1) 'It should ceretainly not be the basis for declaring peace in our time and welcoming those nice Iranians back into the global family....(Iran's) proxies and friends in Hezballah and Hamas and among the Iraqi Shia extremists.'
2) new threats of Balkins conflict - -Serbia made threats of war with the breakaway province of Kosovo.
I have no poems about this. I went to bed last night after watching a re-run on TV of 'I Robot' staring Will Smith. Neither this fiction nor my reflections on reality this morning give me much encouragment for positive developments in world peace.
Thanks. I just had to let someone else know.
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Assembly Line Policies
Assembly line policies
Fixed to produce a mindset
Of one for all and all for one
Thought process
And does not encourage
A diversity of inclusion
Is just a waste of output
Discouraging thinking independently
Succeeds an increase of laziness
That decreases motivation
And any comparison to a yesterday
Is an attempt to try to save a snowflake
In the midst of Summer's heat
Paralysis with analysis
Does not a progress heed
With ancient rusted deeds
Dusting in the winds of change
With those hoping a locomotive
Will someday compete with a bullet train
A skill to produce and create threats
Does not beget a success expected
Nor can an aging face
Masquerade a youth
By the dyeing done to graying hair
When a widening vision is not there
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are Not of Peace
Those who believe,
They live to give others ultimatums...
Are in for a surprise.
They quicken their own demise.
Final propositions,
Given with strict conditions.
Do not sit well,
With those who are prepared...
To have those of diseased minds,
Have their lives turned into a living hell!
Games of war and battle tactics...
Are sadly outdated for those who bait them.
Irractic threats will only get...
No life left to play cowboys and indians!
Since these barbaric medieval actions...
Do not gain parades of victory.
Nor honor one expects with respect.
These actions bring regrettable...
And total massive death.
Those who believe,
They live to give others ultimatums...
Are in for a surprise.
They quicken their own demise.
And with the lack of consciousness,
These idiots were born with...
Should not come as a surprised,
As to who has initiated...
This doom before our eyes!
They are not of peace!
They are creatures who leech...
With deceit and venom!
And seeking to blast disaster to prove,
They can produce a bigger bam to boom!
Idiots who are misfits.
And delusioned they are rulers of all life!
Well...
What a difference an awakening makes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Dust To Dust
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
To leech with a feeding.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
Until that leeching fed is done.
By you...
And me!
And...
Everyone.
Leechers!
Creatures!
And thieves under the Sun.
We be sighted to be unseen,
To hush when that moment comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hiding Target Marked By Sex Pistol T-Shirts
not aware of world around us
even though life writing about
our most direct environment
implies limited deficient
interaction with reality
an escape into safer fantasy
teenage lost angels
wearing sex pistol t-shirts
fail to scare potential foes
ill chosen mask lacks threat
attracts instead of repels adversaries
satan mind sick grins attacks
hermit crabs discard outgrown shells
safety is often best found in invisibility
sex pistol t-shirts as a safe sanctuary
used to scare off threats
to self from hunting attackers
is not hiding safe from hurt
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Of a Much Needed Self Evaluation
Your creation has suffered,
From a disrespecting neglect.
And an absence of trust!
That's why it crumbles.
Not from threats you fear.
With desires and wishes,
To keep 'this' protected.
As others you demean...
In jeering and taunting scenes.
Unpolished and rusting.
Ignored and collecting dust.
And this is what you believe,
Seeds the feeding of jealousy?
This is what you perceive...
Others desire as a must?
So deluded are your addicting lusts.
So self righteous...
Are your own beliefs you cuss!
As you leech without benefit,
Of a much needed self evaluation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Subdivisions of Sorrow
Depleted of reason to stand guard,
Behind erected fences...
Constructed to prevent hints of common sense,
To break them free of a stupidity,
Shielding them from their own happiness.
These vigilantes have grown tired of sightless threats,
Imposed upon them by fears implanted
Within minds long confined by unwarranted assumptions!
They have found no one with desires wanting to attack them.
They have discovered the unrest...
Coming from an isolation they were taught to believe
Others with envy sought to take away!
A way of life enriched by leeched resources.
Their misery results from a false and foolish perception,
A common grief they cherished was treasure to be protected!
They've come to realize their conflicts are their own.
And condoning them is not what others wish to share!
This is not the freedom perceived
By those who have chosen life free of imposed restrictions.
Or suppressed with opportunities to tax,
With burdens...
In subdivisions of sorrow that has lost its glimmer,
Sheen
And distant cravings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Delusioned By a Truth of Observation
Folks who have become accustomed,
To practicing their own genocide...
Are only prepared for their instant removal.
And they are not about to abandon,
Their addictions...
That are religiously fragmented,
In the hopes of a hereafter.
They have been clinically and hopelessly,
'Disneyized'.
And the only thing I can extend,
To that kind of mindset...
Is my best wishes.
That's it.
Nothing more!
Not another moment of my time do I give,
To nonsense.
I am not delusioned by a truth of observation.
Nor the devastation of ignorance.
Which is fixed and permanently prominent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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