There Is Something About Being Shattered
Nothing intentionally broken into pieces,
Over an extended period of time...
Can be painfully put back together again.
As if the act and the lack of integrity,
Restores an unblemished image.
An image not to neglect!
And from its beginning held with the utmost respect.
Or can those responsible for such misdeeds,
Be forgiven back into an innocence remembered.
As if the raising of hypocrisies have rights to be praised!
There is something about being shattered,
That matters!
There is something about a wound inflicted,
That remains intact!
There is something about life,
That should be taught to keep treasured!
And this fact kept from falling off a path that's tracked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The Kings Horses
Broken pieces, broken people
Everywhere I go
How d'ya get to be so broken
It's only God who knows
What d'ya have to listen to
In the early years
Pierced by many sorrows
filled with many tears
What d'ya have to witness
In the darkest night
Your soul it took in everything
despite your eyes shut tight
You're ten thousand broken pieces
Which no one else can see
How ya gonna fix your soul
that's longing to be free
All of the kings horses
And all of the kings men
Could not put the pieces back
back together again
You must gather up your pieces
and come before the throne
Kings and Princes cannot help
Your help's in God alone
He will take what's shattered
the pieces in His hand
He'll undo all the sorrows
so you once more can stand
Now that which once was broken
and filled with many tears
stand's whole before the throne of grace
despite the locust's years
All the years the locust ate
He now restores to you
The darkness of the endless years
replaced with skies so blue
poem by Frank McEleny
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Suitable Image
Please.
I want everyone's full attention.
This is the only rule to the contest,
That will determine the winner of...
'Suitable Image'.
The first to arrive,
With that 'suitable image'...
Will be guaranteed that image,
To be impressed on the minds forever.
However...
And listen to this very carefully.
This is an open contest.
Anyone found...
To have bound and chained others,
Just to gain an advantage.
Will be disqualified.
If seen...
Doing these misdeeds.
We are not here to enslave anybody.
With a gagging done of them intentionally.
Remember what I have said!
We are not here to enslave anybody.
These acts are not tolerated.
If seen!
Now...
On your mark.
Get ready.
Go.
'There are voices heard coming,
From behind those closed doors.
Are you blinking?
Or is that a wink? '
No one said anything about 'hearing' things.
I said...
If seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is A Constant Never Neglected
Credibility, integrity with identity intact,
Radiates a dignity that ushers with it
Respect,
Received and given back.
Not retaining qualities,
Or learning them...
From one's sheltered nest,
Produces none of the above.
And a dumping of togetherness,
Is encouraged to nourish disrespectful contests.
Delivered and performed...
At their best.
And for those responsible,
For this irresponsibility...
Witness in 'disbelief'!
As if shocked by a sudden and cruel awakening!
No one 'group' can fully be blamed!
Not for this merchandized quality of life we see.
And diminishing standards of a crumbling society.
Putting all to shame.
And pointing fingers to blame.
Those who have enforced this 'normalcy' that bleeds...
Condoned aspects of this defective affect,
Blind to hindsight.
And futuristic needs.
That investment fed temporary greed.
Upon which quick dreams,
Are shattered!
With an absence of consciousness,
Devoid of thought.
With no connection in their minds to comprehend...
What they 'themselves' brought.
Seeking blindlessly,
What it takes to succeed.
But the sacrifice of achieving,
And sustaining wholesome beliefs...
Are not born from electronic 'things'.
Or absorbing 'falsities' to feed from one's tv!
Credibility, integrity with an identity,
Radiates a dignity that ushers with it
Respect.
It is a constant never neglected aspect.
Not 'this' determination...
To be placed upon one person's back!
The one assigned to restorative research.
And attacked for the honesty!
Too much of that came back with facts!
A recommendation for self evaluations!
And no one dares to prepare for that!
To be held accountable?
For the laying of one's own trap! ?
The audacity of those found facts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since I Lost You
It seems in a moment, your whole world can shatter
Like morning dreams they just disappear
Like dust in your hand falling to the floor
How can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
Its all too easy to take so much for granted
Oh but its so hard to find the words to say
Like a castle in the sand the water takes away
But how can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since Ive lost you
Oh now youll never see
Oh youll never know
All the things I planned for you
Things for you and me
Held your hand so tightly
That I couldnt let it go
Now how can life ever be the same
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since Ive lost you
Cos my heart is broken in pieces
Yes my heart is broken in pieces
Since youve been gone
song performed by by Genesis
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Shattered Image
I used to sit for hours as a kid
And dangle my feet from an old flat bridge
Seeing myself in the water below
Shatter my image with the rocks Id throw
Shatter my image with the rocks Id throw
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Im far from perfect but I aint all bad
And it hurts me more than it makes me mad
We all do things that we dont want told
And we all throw stones that we shouldnt throw
You shatter my image with the rocks you throw
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
If you live in a glass house dont throw stones
Dont shatter my image til you look at your own
Look at your reflection in your house of glass
Dont open my closet if your owns full of trash
Stay out of my closet if your owns full of trash
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks you throw
Dont shatter my image with the rocks you throw
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Today part of my life is shattered
and lay in pieces
like a pane of broken glass.
Yesterday my wife left me,
for another man
and her children
do not any more regard me
as a father,
though I sacrificed
my life for them.
Yesterday my reputation was in ruins
and not only with the people that I know,
but across the globe
lies were spread by emails about me
to make me loose integrity.
Yesterday two cars were stolen from me
and no police could find the cars
or the villains
and the insurance
absconded from paying
with very clever clauses.
Yesterday I started doing contract work
and do not really know
from where the next job will come
and what lies ahead
for the next month or year.
Today part of my life is shattered
and lay in pieces
like a pane of broken glass,
but today I started a new life
and are free
from the persons
that impeded me.
Today I love somebody really special
that I know loves me,
today I act as I always did
with respect and integrity,
today I do my work
to the best of my ability,
today I go to interviews
and still believe
that the right permanent job will come
and today I live my life
as if it’s the last and only day.
Only the great creator knows
what tomorrow holds,
but tomorrow is safe
in His hands and I wait
while His love unfolds
with the passage of time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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An Image Springs to Mind
An image springs to mind:
A child, with childish innocence
upon the shores of life, inclined
to play, without pretence
or mask. Or, if a mask there be,
it still retains a quality
allowing all with empathy to penetrate behind.
An image springs to mind:
So freely see the child dispense
the sifting sand, so unrefined,
with slight apparent sense.
It takes some perspicacity
to see each grain is memory -
dispersed or treasured as may be - quicksilverly defined.
An image springs to mind:
The shifting sands are implements
used differently by different blind
for good or ill intents immense.
Some knowledge is acquired for free,
transmitted some, instinctively,
the balance, finely tuned as we progress or slip behind.
An image springs to mind:
The grain in youth packed tight and dense
Age often loosens, cannot bind, -
how great the difference!
If we could meet mortality
with every thought recorded, we
could help those after us to see the answers we can’t find.
An image springs to mind:
These answers must, in self defence,
be hid from those who’d grind Mankind,
enslaving innocence.
Both Time and Knowledge thus should be
weaved secret in Life’s mystery
from here until eternity - or so it seems designed...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shattering Mirrors
looking in the mirror its no longer me
just a broken lifeless shell is all i see
wearing the makeup and the right clothes
the fake smile, it all puts on a show
behind the mask lays scars and bruises
so much hurt tucked away, kept hidden
the brokenness that cuts painfully deep
i see the words you scornfully screamed
and how slicing in deep they do sink
they steal anything good that's left in me
within my reflection i despise every part
the mask claiming everything's alright
when inside everything is torn apart
looking in the mirror i see my struggles
how i try so hard to be so much better
your perfect mold i always try to please
to the point of dying just to be so thin
though never good enough i am again,
looking in this mirror i hate every piece
my eyes stare back always criticizing
revealing every ugly hidden memory
forcing a smile again to keep such an act
though i am tired of this masked charade
broken down, i am unsure of another day
shattering the mirror into many pieces
is this really me? i'm aching for clarity
looking into the mirror's broken shards
i see so clearly its perfectly reflecting
this shattered image of mine i truly see
and i wonder if forever broken i will be
poem by Silentpoet Grl
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No Matter How Many Apologies Come
A breached integrity is difficult to mend.
Any outreaching extended,
Doesn't heal but offends.
A conscious intention is known for what it is.
No one who says they respect someone,
Will protect themselves...
With a lie that's done.
That's a breach of one's integrity.
No matter how many apologies come.
And for anyone who says that is being sensitive,
Have no respect or integrity to offer.
And surely none there to be known as it is to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken (work in progress)
falling into the sullen
gray slumber of
my broken dreams
to the off-key melody
of my broken guitar
echoing the sound
of my broken heart
i yearn for glue
with which to mend
my broken home
that shattered along
with the pink guitar
both, when whole,
held beautiful music
but now i have only
scars as my token
of a life that lies
in hell, alone and broken.
(alternate ending. w.i.p.)
so i gathered all the pieces
though sharp edges
drew my blood
and fashioned a new heart
with holes to let love in
for i refuse to stay
alone and broken.
(2010)
poem by Rafe Chanteloup
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Trust Me! This Is Not a Dichotomy
Trust me.
When I get through with you...
You are going to wish,
You had not spent your time
Trying to find ways to screw me.
Especially unsolicited.
And that's not a threat or a wish!
That is just a fact of life,
You are soon going to be dealing with!
You see,
God and I are 'tight'!
Closer than skin on bone.
Closer than the blood flowing through my veins!
Closer than any vanity that remains in your head.
Hear me when this is said:
'God has been my Lover,
Long before you had expressed an interest...
To see me defeated!
That is not going to happen.
Because God has got my back!
And my soul with Him is intact!
Did you hear that?
And my eyes are not the only ones...
That have been laid on you!
The attention due for your misdeeds,
Is going to come with no misunderstanding
None...
Whatsoever, indeed!
As to 'who' and where it comes from!
You will get what you deserve special delivered!
Trust me!
This is not a dichotomy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stay shadow of contentment
Stay shadow of contentment too short live
Hover over my head float not your image
Fly not your inducing divinity
An illusion of enhancement I mostly prize
Fair image for whom I happily die
Sweet action for whom painfully I live
If to your charms attraction I submit
Obedient like steel to magnet fly
By what logic you flatter and entice
Only to flee a taunting fugitive
This is no triumph that you smugly boast
That I feel victim to your tyranny
Though from encircling bonds that held you fast
Your elusive form too readily slipped free
And though to my arms you are forever lost
You are eternal prisoner in my fantasy
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Path
Wind blew my feet on the ground
Without knowing its consequences
While my hand touch the ground
I see myself falling fast to you
Shouldn’t be or should I, question remains
Heart torn into pieces as it became more confuse
With a shot of vodka I stumble down
Without any warning it hit me hard
Bleeding to its mystery yet I’m glad
With time so indefinite to be
The question remains while falling into you
Could I get up back on my feet
For now I’m carrying the burden of this
No way to go but to where the wind blows
Where I know rejection is behind
To where I know your heart is the path
poem by Francis Utada
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Tcepser (Unscramble The Word)
No-one fed me respect
It was all for me to predilect
And was the blood flowing in my veins
It is now a natural demenour with no strains
No-one taught me respect
It was all for me to adapt other than neglect
As a toddler
With all respect no-one taught me how to walk,
As teenager
No-one taught me how to make sense when I talk
I did not drink it from any dam
I did not digest it from any book
I did not observe it from any wise man
Because by birth I knew
That with esteem, comes self-esteem
That with respect, comes self-respect
No-one told me how to respect
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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At The End Of The Day
Tell me what do you get
At the end of the day
Is it all worth the while
Can you put on a smile
Does it fill you with pride
All the feelings inside
Or do you just wanna hide
Can you still walk away
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
Are you lonely or sad
Do you think youve been had
Is your heart ever glad
Or are you afraid
cause you dont have it made
That you dont make the grade
Or of what people say
At the end of the day
Instrumental solo
At the end of the day
Is your framework intact
When you clean up your act
Do they keep coming back
Do you say follow that
Pat yourself on the back
Do you get what you lack
Do they give you respect
Or is it after the fact
At the end of the day
Tell me what do you get
Is it heartachce and pain
Does it keep coming back
Everytime that it rains
When I see you again
Will it still be the same
Am I really to blame
cause I dont play the game
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
Got to kneel down and pray
At the end of the day
Got to kneel down and pray
At the end of the day
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Changing Faces Of Killers
For a real investigative journalist
integrity is stepping up to the plate
delving into dictatorships foul play
East or West endemic it matters not
who kills you which organization country
but how over how long a period slate
time waterboarding is extreme cruelty
praised applauded is definitely out of line
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shattered
Darkness enveloped me
Pain and darkness filled my heart
Deepened by emotions
Tormented from the very start.
Fear left unspoken
Shattered by betrayal
Innocence is broken.
Its all just broken.
Uncontrollabler anger
Promises of pain
Burning with such heartache
And still he reigns
Painful memories so deep
Traumatic price to pay
Leaving me hurt.
And left to bear the scars.
Sadness has engulfed me
Bitter to the end
Pieces of my innocence
Shattered by a friend.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Shattered innocence
You shattered my innocence.
You shattered everthing good.
You shattered my way of being.
My happiness has gone.
You thought it wouldn't matter.
You thought you'd do what you like.
Not caring if you hurt me.
All you said is it was a game.
You said I'd like the game.
You said you'd teach me something new.
You certainly did that allright.
You taught me pain.
You didnt care when I cryed.
When I asked you not to you laughed.
And spat in my face.
You shattered my innocence.
You shattered my trust.
How could you do such a thing?
Your evil
Thats all I can say.
Your rotten to the core.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Lack of respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lack of respect
Lend us in hot oil
And now we are fried like vianas
Because we lack respect
Yes respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lead us to put our feet inside the packet
And look now
We have fallen so hard in the ground
Because we lack respect
We had foolish remarks
Asked personal question
And proved to the world how jealous we are
Because we lack respect
We questioned facilitator than scenario
How? Because we lack respect for our colloquies
Because we mesmerize twaddle
We are futile
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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