That Would Be Devastating
How is he preparing for the next debate?
'That's hard for us to determine,
As of this date.'
Why?
'Well...
He's great during our practice sessions.
To make sure the public is informed.
But somehow he is still not convinced,
That eliminating the facts to use against his opponent...
Is not the way to win.'
What do you think is behind his strategy?
'We have no clue.
But hopefully he will realize...
The people have become fantasized,
By the image his opponent presents.
And using the facts as truth to prove,
To the people they have been duped...
Is what he has to do! '
I wonder if it would be to his benefit,
If he chose to expose to the people...
He was fluent in the speaking of Chinese?
And if he is not re-elected...
The Chinese will demand immediate payment,
Of those trillions of dollars...
They have invested in keeping us all delusioned.
'We have already suggested that.
But during the last conference we had with Big Bird,
A different tactic is guaranteed to awaken all the people.
You see...
The opponent has no idea,
How powerful Sesame Street really is.'
You don't think he is prepared to use Big Bird's recommendations,
As his secret weapon?
'Not only do I think he is going to use Big Bird.
But the entire cast of Sesame Street.'
That would be devastating for any opponent,
If he decided to do so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any Other Time
I remember there was a time,
I found it easy to do things controversial.
With a doing to offend those...
Politically correct and doing their best,
To have themselves perceived...
As having proper etiquette.
Upholding standards that were then valued.
Today my maverick ways are so passe they bore.
Even today a great leader can pretend to debate,
But then again appear to snore.
While he lets his opponent win,
When any other time this same opponent...
Would find himself ignored.
'Why do you think he allowed that to happen? '
People are already aware of his skills and abilities.
I think he made it understood by all...
Just how effective his opponent will be as a leader.
'Do you think it was a new strategy? '
No, not really.
I just think the President felt he would use the time,
To get some sleep!
'Do you think the next debate will be any different? '
Well, that depends.
'On what? '
If the opponent decides to appear,
Without the need to play charades.
Or disguise in yet another masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am an opponent of Saddam Hussein, but an opponent also, of the sanctions that have killed a million Iraqi children and an opponent of the United States' apparent desire to plunge the Middle East into a new and devastating war.
quote by George Galloway
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The Opponent Chosen
It has to come as a disappointment,
To carefully pick an opponent...
Who is perceived to be unaware of it.
But proves more than worthy,
For any challenge presented.
To then expose capabilities unknown.
And...
Without hesitation,
The opponent chosen...
Reveals with acknowledgement,
Of having a desire to be the one picked.
This has to come as a disappointment?
'For who?
The opponent chosen,
Who sat and waited patiently?
Or the one believing the task to be easy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winning an argument does not mean one has convinced one's opponent.
The Battle
I've entered the ring and I'm ready to fight
I'll need all my strength, and I'll need all my might.
The opponent is big, and so very strong.
To win seems impossible. This may not last long.
In a tension filled room the bell rang aloud.
My family was yelling; "Win. Make us proud."
My opponent came quickly over to me.
He was big and strong, and I wanted to flee.
He hit me so hard that I fell to the floor.
I lay hearing the count, … 1….2….3….4.
Should I try to get up, or stay down and wait?
The count kept on going, 23256 5….6….7….8.
Then piercing my soul came a voice to my ear;
"Son, reach out to me. We can win. I am here.
It hurts Me to see you in such agony.
You are my child, and are precious to me."
Tears came to my eyes, and new strength to each glove.
I knew that the voice was my God, from above.
I jumped to my feet just before the count ten,
Committed to never be knocked down again.
With the Lord in my corner, the opponent looked small,
My opponent's not man, but drugs and alcohol.
Though he's determined, defeat is my vow,
He trembles with fear, because God's with me now.
The fight is not over, but my foe's on the run.
A fight that seemed hopeless is soon to be won.
With the Lord on our side every battle we'll win
With victory assured when we turn to Him.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Best Among The Best
I laid down upon the shore of my bed,
and dreamed of a world i set ablazed.
I heard the great shouting and roaring of my name,
as i kept playing the beautiful round leather game.
The electrifying emotion on the pitch,
and the extraordinary feeling off the pitch,
Made me the best.
Even when faced with a hard test,
i had no option than victory,
cos wen am on the pitch, i cause my opponent misery.
The smooth texture of the grasses,
brought me happiness from the masses.
The joy of winning every match,
brought even more tougher opponent attach.
Every game had something to play for,
and when i don't get a chance to play, makes me bore.
Hearing the screeming of my name from the fans,
only makes my opponent feel banes.
I just want to tell the whole world,
that i am the best in everything i does in the world.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Weakness makes strength.
A batsman shines against weak bowlers;
A bowler shines against weak batsmen.
One's weakness is the opponent's strength.
One's meekness is opponent's might.
29.09.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Difference in War (In English)
When, I was so calm and silent,
You invited me, in land of love-war,
By blowing mature love conch.
Love-war was getting, when its par,
You got to go, so far and far.
How much is difference there?
In-between, other war and love-war.
Alike, pain arises in heart so far.
When, opponent wins in other war,
And opponent escapes in love-war.
poem by R.A. Chaudhary
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When you lift your hand to strike, you are three-tenths lower than your opponent.
I can win an argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this, and steer clear of me at parties. Often, as a sign of their great respect, they don't even invite me.
quote by Dave Barry
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Hyperbolist
He wishes to rush,
Back to a place he says he distrusts.
A place he has been,
Defending his maverick ways.
A place he campaigns against...
And promises if elected,
He would change...
The minds of those dismayed.
And yet he brings his 'movement' to a halt!
Refusing to debate,
His opponent with such deceiving bait.
And exposed he is...
As one of those he secretly cheers!
There is a crisis he claims needs his attention.
A crisis he has allowed.
And this he does not mention.
He has missed more votes that affects common folks.
His political aims are for personal gain.
Hyperbolist is this elitist who denies...
He is part of the wicked clique,
Who represents pretensions.
And hides behind his lies!
Hyperbolistic gifts he gives!
As he exploits,
A patrioticness.
Used to deceive those who are focused...
On the lack of experience,
His opponent has to steal from the poor...
To keep the slick further enriched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hence that general is skilful in attack whose opponent does not know what to defend; and he is skilful in defense whose opponent does not know what to attack.
Vote for the Future of Big Bird
Please vote for the future of our children.
Vote to fund PBS, an oasis of knowledge, get even
On Election Day. Vote for Sesame Street,
Vote for Main Street, not Wall Street.
Vote for the re-election of the President,
Who supports student loans for our college students.
Vote for the man who is a strong proponent
Of investing in America, and in the future of our citizens.
The Hedge Fund Managers have sufficient money;
The wealthy ought to pay their fair share of taxes accordingly.
Vote for Big Bird and Main Street,
An tell Wall Street that the party is over,
No more business as usual; it is over.
Give a chance to Big Bird and Main Street.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Let Me Play Football
Let me run on the field
Of a crowded football stadium,
The ball is sticky to my leg,
Let the opponent’s defenders to come.
Let me head the ball with full force,
When my team player does a corner kick,
I want to place the ball in opponent’s net,
That’s an honour more than climbing Everest’s pick.
Let my team’s footballers hug me,
When I score a world class goal,
And I shall preserve my supporters’ celebration
Forever in my golden soul.
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sherrie
While the masses, like auburn-eyed cattle
were engrossed in their meaningless prattle.
An opponent stood tall
with much spunk, all in all
and her spark then ignited the battle.
It was soon about matching our wits.
There were insults and other mean bits.
But when peace came at dawn
she would no longer yawn
but describe her formidable tits.
I am sorry to mention that word.
Just pretend you had really not heard
he who says that our chests
are the equal to breasts
is a very much ignorant nerd.
So I thank my opponent of old
who resides just like me in the fold.
Ah, how history's duels
have been fought over jewels
of the flesh though and not of the gold.
In addition there is a good brain.
It is quick and a little bit vain.
And not one other gift
gives me such a great lift
the attraction is, well rather plain.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Maradona, Maradona, Maradona…
This poem is dedicated to worldwide football fans.
Your left foot had the power
Of a great painter’s brush,
You made the football
To talk to your
Body’s changing moves.
Defenders all over the world
Tried to scare you, tackle you, fowl you,
Could they snatch your external body part,
A football?
You moved like a white lighting
In the dark cloud of opponent's defense;
Other strikers saw opponent's goal post,
You aimed to shoot there,
There was one word that fed you
In your entire football career –
Goal, goal, goal.
Not only Argentine fans
But football lovers worldwide
Were crazy because of you,
You were crazy for them, too.
You risked and sacrificed your body
For the enjoyment of millions of fans
Who saw unarguably best skills of
Dribbling and body movement
In entire football arena.
Some say, you are the football God,
Some say, you are the prince of football,
I say, you are a tiger
In white and Indigo stripes...
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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Even if you play perfectly, a fault of your opponent's can destroy the entire beauty of the game.
quote by Vladimir Kramnik
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But Why? ?
people beg on street
people damage public property
people are insecure
people r jealous
people r foolish
people r ill-treated
people quarrel with eachother
people cry
people die
people r tortured
people r murdered
people r tense
people r disloyal
BUT WHY? ?
the reason? ? ? MONEY
money makes things happen
but why........
poem by Sakshi Mathur
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