Think About It
Think about it.
Is it really fair,
That anyone declared intelligent...
Should assume those not given that designation,
Are amongst those ignorant?
And should at all cost,
Be avoided?
And...
To that,
Your response would be?
Are you giving the question I asked,
More time to ponder?
Comeon.
Why are you looking at me,
Suspiciously?
Why are you backing away from me?
It's just a simple question.
Hey?
Hey?
You don't have to run away.
It's not my survey.
What is it you hide,
And try to protect?
HEY?
Some people today,
Get highly defensive...
By anyone attempting to communicate.
It's not like I asked anything to offend,
Intentionally.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Enjoy Your Day
You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.
Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!
'Why are you leaving? '
You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?
'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'
First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.
And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!
'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '
That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.
'You will not be asked back here again! '
Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Amuse At The Expense Of Wasted Time
Would these be betting odds,
That an asking of someone...
Who has done something in their life,
For more than 'sixty years'.
And approached to be questioned,
What they have been doing...
Since they were last seen ten years ago?
And that question has been asked,
By that same person rerpeatedly.
And the response is known.
What would be the likely odds,
That the person asked the question...
Would 'not' be doing,
What has become an obvious love...
For what that person does.
Should the one asking that same question,
Take a gamble and ask another question...
That would initiate a conversation,
Expressing a real interest?
And not just say the same thing to re-tread.
I maybe wrong about this,
But...
Leaving the person feeling a sense of being appreciated,
Would probably reveal a human being existing.
Instead of a novelty to amuse at the expense of wasted time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love's Desire
In my desperate need
To know of your whereabouts,
I asked the moon about you
And it turned its back on me, ,
Trying to hide behind a cloud...
I also asked the stars
With no response at all...
I had no choice, indeed,
But ask for help from above,
Since, witnesses they were both
Of our passionate love...
Now, stuck with inquire without result,
I am alone, sad and really hurt,
Making everything sounds like a satire,
Getting old and tired...
One question remaining,
Should I give up
Love's matters
And retire?
Her, and the whole world
Have the response...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Thousand Fold
(j. buckley)
I have no desire to make contact with all the thought of no, no.
I shiver now, to think of how this answer asked her, no.
Long time gone.
I run to my hide out.
There aint a star born that brightens
More than you, you always should have known,
Ill illuminate your question,
Long time ago Id died and gone.
What has brought the question?
Time has brought the question.
Come and call the question, oh, oh, oh.
Here are the stars, same thing again
Over, over, over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over, over.
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Oh So Simple Question
I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught
You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation
We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying
Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold
Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago
NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask
Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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I Remain, Yours Truly
If you want me to accept and believe,
You are there caring and in my corner...
With a watching my back to protect.
I suggest giving me a hint or clue,
As to when you do this.
And it doesn't have to be often.
Not at all.
Even done on a semi-annual basis,
Would be quite nice to know...
You can actually show me.
I am sure from your prospective,
Your feelings for me should be clear.
But when I am asked by others,
If we still are together and a couple in love...
I would like to answer those who question,
With a more decisive response.
Please call, email, text or fact...
At your earliest convenience.
I remain,
Yours Truly.
PS...Will I get to see you,
BEFORE your 'next' business trip?
Just curious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gertrude Stein chews the fat
We asked ourself a question
since no-one else asked it
it was are poems about the poet
or about poetry
or about neither
or about both
and now we had asked this question
we had to answer it and we said
if poetry raises all these questions
the answer must be simply
yes
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Assume They Lie
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
Even those first introduced.
Assume they lie.
Relieve yourself,
From listening to future excuses.
Until someone has won your trust.
With a thorough scrutiny,
Only time affords one they can safely give up.
Don't try to analyze someone first met.
Assume they lie.
Assume they disrespect.
Assume they gossip like all the rest.
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
When meeting someone fresh upon the scene,
Assume they lie...
Until your honesty and dignity given,
Has not corrupted your willingness to trust.
Don't sit in denial with tears to cry.
Until that time has come,
And you are convinced...
You have met someone different,
Than those who have rushed away...
After crushing your trust.
Assume they lie.
Don't even try to wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He must be very ignorant for he answers every question he is asked.
Celebrate the Holidays Like Everybody Else
How can 'we' combat the rise of crime in America?
I know you are shopping!
Preparing for the holiday season.
If you would take a few moments...
Your time will be appreciated!
'Just a second!
I purchased a couple gifts for me children.
Let me load them in the car,
And I'll be right with you, okay? '
Sure,
No problem at all!
'Well...
Let's see.
How can 'we' combat the rise of crime in America?
Is that your question? '
Yes it is.
And your response?
'Truth! '
Truth?
'Yes, revealing the truth.
In every aspect of our society.
And eliminate the image of Santa Claus,
Being an overweight benevolent white man.
Riding in a sleigh hoisted by reindeer.
Led by a red nosed one named Rudolph.'
Don't you think some folks will find your comments offensive.
AND, I observed you packing Christmas ornaments in your car!
Did I not?
'Look! You asked me a question and I answered it.
My family and I will celebrate the holidays like everybody else.
I'm a hypocrite!
Not a crusader.
Good luck to you.
And happy holidays!
Here...
Take my address.
We can share philosophies with the aid of some eggnog.
I've got to run!
I'm not finished getting decorations for my tree! '
But what about my question?
'It's the wrong time of the year to be serious about that.
Spring would be a good season for your survey! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Write Poetry
There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!
9 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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I'd asked around 10 or 15 people for suggestions. Finally one lady friend asked the right question, 'Well, what do you love most?' That's how I started painting money.
quote by Andy Warhol
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The impact of a hammer on your thumb
despite the sign
"No peddlers here"
a woman rang at my door
"I only want to ask you just one simple question"
normally I would say
'No"
'I don't socialize with interviewers'
I am never the reason
they will have a rise
of completed inquiries
usually I tell them polite
the right thing to do
from my kind of view
'Go''
however
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
"No
YOU should go for this"
I have a survey called
"the impact of a hammer however not on a brad …"
and she waited briefly
while I was thinking
"is this happening"
"this is really weird"
asking a question that dumb
then
she finished her line
" but on your thumb"
after listening
and realizing
what she said
intuitively I thought
"No way"
I wanted to decline
my cooperation to this survey
however
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
"Let me continue,
'You know I am not mad'
"Let me please surprise YOU"
I asked her
"What is this all about? "
"Later"
she said completing her sentence
"for the sake of this survey
I have to ask you first"
"Would you please describe to me
the feeling
just after your thumb
has been beaten
by a hammer? "
Now I knew
for sure
no more questions I would answer
not even a few
this woman
with her sparkling eyes
is really crazy.
how do I get rid of this her.
she was persistent
she explained
what the survey was really about
and I found out she wasn't
telling a "trained" story
"a hammer can hit you
or someone else
and it might look the same
it is not the hitting
causing the difference
it is that feeling of yours
which is
of course the reason
for feeling and dealing
your way with your pain"
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
" Now you know
all the how's and why's
you are obliged to yourself
to finds ways
to recover from your pain
your life will never be the same
again'
she was a wise woman
telling me
what a fool I was
for a short
but allowed
amount of time
Or not?
I was wise enough
to answer the door
and find out more….
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012.
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Peace Dies From Bullet Wounds
The warrior killed;
pulled the trigger
dropped the bomb
and when asked why
he said
'it's my job.'
The militant fighter
planted the bomb
and when asked why
she said
'it is my beliefs
my values
I am committed
and therefore
am doomed to kill
and die.
The politician
sought the war
and when asked why
he said
to protect my people
I must kill,
and order men and women
take up arms and die.
The son
leaving for war
was asked
if he would kill
and why
he said
Yes, I would,
its expected
and I do it to protect
my home,
my wife
my kids.
We all would be better
off
if we didn't
kill
for
peace.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Do I Have Something To Eat?
you ask me if i have eaten
it did not come to your mind if i have something to eat
but i will not correct your question
it is the most common question somehow
that is being asked by the majority of
those who do not really go deeper
into the matter,
ask me now, how about the hungry children of Africa?
the children of the rebels in Syria?
where food is prohibited, where plants do not grow because of the war,
please ask me that question.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A fear out of many
If I asked you the simple question
Would you say that you fear nothing at all
Or would you lie saying you fear everything you saw
If you asked my what would I say?
Two days ago probably would have shrugged saying: idk
But at the moment I a true fear
I would would say i fear something
But i cannot because this you cannot see
Nor could you touch
But I feel it to the bone
You wanna know my fear?
I fear of being all alone
The question of feasibility, the question of cost, the question of including partners elsewhere in the world, the question of the effect of this project on arms agreements - all these issues are in discussion.
quote by Gerhard Schroder
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Sensible
they asked why our State
is more harmonious
and not proned to racialism
as simple as his question
i said with pride 'Nothing
but we are just people
who are more sensible.'
As we parted, I smiled to him
and whisipered to his ears:
'Do not look beyond
the answer as that's the
reason why people could
stay well together.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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