Their Way of Life Has Ceased
Mistake it not,
The 'haves' have dropped.
Shocked and stopping a greed...
That bleeds an economy.
Stocks and bonds and savings all,
Are tumbling fast from a highclass fall.
Scurrying to flee this,
Like mice fed on poisoned cheese.
But many have found it's much too late.
They've become fattened by their gluttony and waste.
Draped in gloom with finances gone.
Now a blame is made to continue on.
No escaping is in sight.
Enhanced mansions now scenes of blight.
Stunned are they that this has happened overnight!
But none of this seems to have curbed or disturbed...
Their appetites.
Although their way of life has ceased,
Dramatically!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something About Forever That Is Never Guaranteed
If anyone is unclear,
As to whose accustomed greed
Has been historically jeopardized.
You need only to look into those faces,
To witness a gloating smuggness...
Sinking fast upon those of fattened cheeks.
And a swelling being done,
Of swollen tear dripping eyes.
With this reality that shocks and surprises...
An exclusive feasting enjoyed,
Seems to be diminishing quickly.
With the shrinking of their numbers.
And the ending of them has begun,
To make them appear...
Visably weakened and mentally sick.
And they are aware whatever happens,
From now on they will have to pay for it!
'No free rides?
No free lunch to munch on in between...
Our travels to observe those of lesser means?
How utterly appalling! '
And those on foreign shores hear their screams!
'MEDIC! MEDIC!
We need assistance.
Hearts are stopping all over the place.
Can we not get better care then this? '
And in their loud protest to overshadow this fact...
Blatant theft, deceit and a bleeding elitism,
Have taken more than a few steps back.
And those scenes depicting irrational gluttony...
Are being removed and burned as trash!
From a past many believed would forever last.
However...
There is something about forever,
That is never guaranteed.
'MEDIC! MEDIC!
We need assistance.
Hearts are stopping all over the place.
Can we not get better care then this?
Thousands we pay annually for 'premium' service.
We deserve better than we claim exists! '
~Someone called? ~
'You're not a medic!
You're a mortician.'
~I am a magician as well.
You see those horses over there?
They look as if they are running in place,
Don't they?
People were stunned to see what I could do...
After they were beatened to death! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Saw It Coming
All of the things
That happened just so I can be here
Who's pulling the strings?
Do I have company?
'cause I'd like to think
That I'm in control of my own destiny
All of the signs begin to point the other way
Who would have known
That I'd be standing right here next to you
'cause I never saw it coming
Who would have known
That I'd get control of things I do
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened anyway
Maybe it's me
Or maybe there's something more to it
I believe what I see
'cause seeing is believing
And I like to think
That I'm in control of when and how I go
What if I stepped outside
And I got blown away
Who would have known
That I'd be standing right here next to you
'cause I never saw it coming
Who would have known
That I'd get control of things I do
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened to me
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened anyway
Happened anyway...
Happened anyway...
I never saw it coming
I never saw it coming
(Happened anyway)
I never saw it coming
I never saw it coming
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened to me
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened
Who would have known
That I'd be standing right here next to you
'cause I never saw it coming
Who would have known
That I'd get control of things I do
All the could have should haves
Never would have happened to me
And now I know that everything
That's going on around me
Is meant to be
They're gonna happen anyway
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Nature's Commodities
Are you not?
Am I not?
What have we both forgot?
Nothing upon this Earth we see...
Is without meaning.
A purpose has been dropped.
We have not picked that up.
Stopping to perceive,
We are deities of royalty.
Deciding who is better.
But like leaves that fall from trees...
We are nature's commodities.
And if you delight in the bleeding of another's blight...
Your blight will come to be believed.
In a way you would not for yourself conceive.
But it comes.
What nature discards,
Will be ours to witness as its received!
Are you not?
Am I not?
What have we both forgot?
Nothing upon this Earth we see...
Is without meaning.
A purpose has been dropped.
We have not picked that up.
Stopping to perceive,
We are deities of royalty.
And those crowns can not be worn better,
Than the breath of life assisted by trees.
Without them our disgust with each other...
We would not be allowed to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Away
There is just one saying,
That could discribe what happened.
When the cats away,
The mice will play.......
Well, you were the cat,
And we were the mice,
You left us alone,
Now you pay the price.
You knew that I loved him,
And I'd do anything that I could do,
Just to take him away with me,
And far away from you.
I made the mistake of loving him,
But I do with all my heart,
I've loved him longer than you have had him,
And you made a mistake,
You left him with me,
And during that week,
My love I made him see.
I'll admit that I love him,
And he said he loved me too,
So just leave us to be,
There is nothing you can do.
poem by Heather Noble
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Social Welfare-Lites
Suddenly we've become to be,
The social welfare-lites.
People of greed have proceeded,
And deceived.
And now there is seen,
Much deterioration to the extreme.
With a bleakness,
That blights...
But didn't happen overnight.
The thieves have made a profit,
And many hopped away unscathed.
The corruption has sky rocketed.
But those addicted to greed...
Believe their lives should continue,
Feasting as they please...
With no connection,
To a devastated economy.
Suddenly we've become to be,
The social welfare-lites.
People of greed have proceeded,
And deceived.
And now there is seen,
Much deterioration to the extreme.
With a bleakness,
That blights...
But didn't happen overnight.
Even if crooks were ushered into public office,
To initiate the beginning of a downfall and the gripes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Escaping Weight of Truth
A reason to play the blame game changes.
With clearing eyes getting brighter,
Overnight...
With the sight of one's reflection.
Shocking revelations,
Are not received ecstatically.
And the proof is in the pudding!
But the cooks try to leave,
By exiting from the roof!
A reason to play the blame game changes.
And foundations crack...
From the escaping weight of truth.
Doing its best to leave no trace of steps left,
As a discovery too late under Sun rays shows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enough Is Enough
We are the guardians of this world
yet we try to destroy it with greed.
We chop down rainforests here and there
not caring about the wildlife who share it.
We fish certain species to distinction
not thinking what we do.
Mother Nature then says enough is enough
and throws us a few warnings
to take heed and mend our ways.
They come in the shape of violent storms,
floods, earthquakes and such
to show us she means business.
Still we ignore her warnings
carrying on as if nothing has happened.
We just carry on poisoning
everything greed wants to control
until one day and it will come
we will have nothing at all.
Poisoned atmosphere not fit to breathe,
poisoned waters not fit to drink
and cancerous radioactive sore no one can heal.
By that, time it will be too late
greed will have secured that
and this world will die along with us.
13 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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When The Money Is Right
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
But when it fades away,
People feel and looked disgraced.
As if embarrassed and filled with hate.
And with an emptiness inside that takes place...
They then create racist activities,
Seething to draw someone's blood to bleed.
With an irateness baited to please.
Shown with those of insecurities...
Without resources from others to squeeze!
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
A selfishness bites...
Whether money is right,
Or not!
Oh...oh!
Oh...oh!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right,
Few have sleepless nights!
With dreams of making,
And taking it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Reason
All of us beleive
That this is not up to you
The fact of the matter is
That it's up to me
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Let's Go
How can we fake this anymore
To turn our backs away, and chose to just ignore
(Some say)Some say it's ignorance
It makes 'em feel some innocent
It takes away a part of me
That I won't let go of
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
When we all fall down, it will be too late
Why is there no reason we can't change
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
Will it take
Nothing could ever be this real
A life unsatisfied, that I could never feel
(Some Say)This future's not so bright
Some can't make the sacrifice
It's much more than just black and white
And I won't follow
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
When we all fall down, it will be too late
Why is there no reason we can't change
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
Will it take
Times like these I've come to see how,
Everything but time is running out
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
What
All of us beleive
In what we need
What we have's what we don't see
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
When we all fall down, it will be too late
Why is there no reason we can't change
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
Will it take
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
(so how long, has this gone, i don't see this ending)
When we all fall down, it will be too late
(it's too late, we can't change, what has now begun)
Why is there no reason we can't change
(we have time, it's not right, why are we pretending)
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
(we fit along, for so long)
Will it take
(WE KNEW THIS ALL ALONG)
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Egos Addicted
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
And those elected to protect their 'treats',
Find they've become accountable...
To ease a reality upon these minds.
Teasing them with beliefs of victory!
When deceit and defeat...
Has surrounded them for sometime!
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oversight Has Enlightened More Minds
For you to believe,
An acknowledgement due...
With a receiving of my props,
Has not happened to occur to be dropped...
Will assist the stopping of my activities to achieve?
Let me share with you a secret...
I've been doing this long before props cropped,
To put any light to spot one's accomplishments.
But I will admit this as I think of it...
The oversight has enlightened more minds.
Including my own which has not ceased to broaden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliveries Made To Please
Have you ever tried to stop,
Those who have come to feed at a feast?
With an invitation of greed encouraged.
And not a sign of discipline,
To cease the craving of their whims.
Have you ever tried to decrease one's gluttony?
Released from one who has turned into a beast?
Have you ever had your fingers bitten,
By a pet accustomed to being rewarded...
With top choice beef or other approved treats?
Try stopping it!
And the outcome may have you defeated.
And/or beaten into a coma induced sleep.
Maybe even hospitalized...
If not paralyzed.
Coming to a consciousness that finally realizes...
Many do not readily embrace,
A diminishing of supplies denied.
And expectations anticipated,
On a regular basis fed...
Have those caring less,
Who provides those ample dropped deposits.
They want deliveries made to please...
That's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Reflective Mirror
Our elected representatives are our reflective mirror does that seem fair to say
And what we sow we do receive life's always been this way
Our deceitful and greedy politicians the mirror of our deceit and greed
Of corruption on election day 'tis we who plant the seed
They are our own reflection for want of a better name
And perhaps we should first look at ourselves when them we choose to blame
Of the poverty that surrounds us from where we live not far away
The gap between the haves and the have nots is getting wider by the day
So many do grow poorer for every millionaire
And some will tell you such is life though life on many doesn't seem fair
You hear the Government Ministers talk of the good economy
But that does little for the millions living in poverty
Our elected representatives are our reflective mirror though with that few may agree
And despite what you may think or say that's how it seems to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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He's Not Fond of Rice
She dresses nice and speaks with falsities.
But she's never without spring water.
She wants to give impressions like she's queen of deities.
But true leaders listening in are getting bored(er) .
She shops without stopping for those TV ops.
In the finest silk tailored suits.
And her hair doesn't move' cause it's glued!
He's not found of Rice.
Me neither.
It gets gummy on the plate when it's thickened.
Not too many cook it right.
And overnight it has lost many their appetites.
Some might like their Rice,
But I dislike it when it sickens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Will You Blame
When you have no one to blame
Then who will you blame
For your suffering and your pain,
Would you blame it on GOD
Though to me that would seem odd
But would you, or could you, blame GOD.
When you then begin to suffer
Over hate or pain or some other
And you cant blame it on one or another,
Who will you then decide
That made you suffer and then made you cry
Especially, with no one at your side.
When you are there all alone
Inside of your empty home
And no one can hear you moan,
You are just there
And for you no one does care
So no one offers you a prayer.
When you have made a mistake
Maybe instead of giving you did take
Or maybe something, you did break,
Whose fault will it be
In that part of your destiny
When you cant blame someone, or even me.
Then when you are getting old
And you are carrying a heavy load
And then you catch yourself a terrible cold,
Your family and friends are all gone
So now there is just you, the one
So tell me, can you still continue on.
Your cupboards are now all bare
And all you have is an empty chair
And in your mirror, you see and empty stare,
But now then comes that rain
And now who will you blame
For all your suffering, and all your pain.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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That Which Had Been Different
Overnight...
That which had been different,
Is today alright.
With a jumping over in leaps and bounds,
What was found just yesterday...
To be safe and sound,
But now archaic.
Antiquated.
And has rusted with decay.
Just yesterday...
Those afraid to live,
Because they feared their names...
Would be dropped in hot gossip,
Seek today to be the main event!
Overnight that which had been different,
Is today alright.
In fact...
So many are over-excited with appetites to live,
They seem not able to be satisfied being mediocre.
A recognition they live to be the main event,
To breathe seek and reach accomplishments...
Has dawn on them as if they have begun to notice,
The Sun rising on the horizon for the first time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is All That They Value
An enforced need to continue fear and grief,
To uphold beliefs of a fading greatness...
Lifted by a costly campaign of propaganda.
Has achieved one thing.
A system with an economy falling to bits!
As racial divisions are ignited to incite.
While foreigners increase...
Their ownership with investments.
Do mice thrown cheese care who supplies it?
Does a people born feeling they have entitlements...
Recognize their selfishness.
Or have mindsets to deny their self centeredness?
How can they?
When all that they've known...
Are conflicts to pick to protect their interests.
And this is all that they value,
From a way of life that began for them.
And these standards for them have always been shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stocks and Life
I wondered why;
Promoters create wealth.
While down the drain goes;
My stock’s health.
Doesn’t he own the same stock?
Which, I crib on round the clock.
I wonder why, they couldn’t build
Rome in a single day;
Why couldn’t I be a graduate?
On my first Birthday.
Just as Rome, the businesses too;
Can’t be created overnight.
They take time to flourish and grow
Through the times, dark and bright.
Stocks and life have a lot in common
Both reward the ones who hold on
The ones who change their view everyday
Are deprived forever of hay
The joys of stocks and the greed rife
Aren’t too different from life
One needs to take them in stride
AND
Put the seat belts on
To enjoy the ride.
poem by Nikunj Sharma
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Monopoly
It's good to see you
Would you like to sit and talk about it
Or do you want to waste my time
And sit around and play your games
This time I can't be wrong
I've got to get away from you
Don't even ask me for a why?
Cause you know that's because of you
I don't know what I've done so wrong
I can't believe it's come to this
Throw down my arms again
This time I hope
And I don't care what you do with your life
Stay away from me and my time
Just go away, Just go away, Just go away
Just go away, Just go away, Just go away now
Go away, Just go away, Just go away and leave me alone
It seems to be that suddenly
You mistake me for somebody who cares
I'm not your friend
So think again
It seems to be that suddenly
You mistake me for somebody who cares
I'm not your friend
So think again
I'm glad I found you
But I wish that I could lose you just the same
I know you want to waste my time
And sit around and place your blame
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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