This Kind of Notoriety
What has been subjected to fear,
Has always been manufactured.
It has always been that way,
To those victimized.
To those prepared to be wounded,
By lies and applied apologies.
Stated once satisfaction arrives.
And easily are these misdeeds excused...
After the accused has been abused.
And hunted down for interviews,
To further jeopardize one's privacy.
Who sits and desires,
This kind of notoriety?
Could it be...
Only those attached to mysteries?
And ponder the marketing of book sales...
For those who love to read,
About whose lives have been destroyed...
By the policies society employs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Help To Heal
Sweet heart it seems you don't understand
My love, our lives, they weren't planned
When we meet I saw your hidden flaws
But she still had you in her filthy paws
You see I didn't mean to get so attached
But when you fell into my arms I had to react
I couldn't bear to let it fall, that first tear
I couldn't believe that she would solidify your fear
How dare she hurt such a gentle soul?
I guess you need support, betrayal took its toll
She destroyed your faith and now just look
Your agony makes you obvious, an open book
It pains me in such a way that it hurts to say
However I know that she wounded you more that day
So I'll wait for you to heal so I can tell you
A simple little secret that only I knew
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Basket Cases
Those who have obtained fame and notoriety,
By defaming the characters of others...
To shed their tears on public stages,
While interviewed...
To excuse their abuses of screwing up lives,
Based upon their dysfunctional childhoods...
May be a good marketing ploy to sell books.
But it doesn't erase the fact,
That these sick...
Basket cases,
Are afforded platforms to defend their insecurities.
While those victimized...
Are making far less money to provide leeching services,
To the feeding of those who prey with their wicked deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Than A Forgiveness Wished
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
Especially if such activities,
Have been publicly applied.
And over the years has denied those,
The opportunity to provide a decent income...
For themselves or anyone else.
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
And then one day it is discovered,
Those who had been subjected to misery...
Are more influential than one thought them to be.
And the discovery of this,
Leaves one with more than a forgiveness...
Wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceitfully Victimized
One declaring to be victimized by another,
May pursue to get that atteention...
The first few times mentioned.
But then...
However and eventually,
Those who had been once accused of being culprits...
Become the ones who do receive the empathy,
After it has been discovered...
Those who elected to declare themselves victims,
Are the ones who deceitfully victimized...
To ruin lives of others they chose and selected.
But find themselves today the ones despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indepth Information and Eye Contact
Oh, I have a lot to say.
Especially to those who have betrayed,
The trust of others.
And they continue to charade,
In the face of those they have deceived...
With misdeeds.
Oh, I have a lot to say.
Oh, I have a lot to say.
To those who sit with puckered lips.
With silent voices to offer...
When their opinions could change,
The lives they daily complain...
To unconcerned others about.
Instead of taking the opportunity,
To open their mouths.
Especially around those,
Who have the authority to make changes.
Don't bring your dirt to me.
Then pick up the phone to tell anyone,
Why you believe my actions will not please!
As you slander, character assassinate...
And backstab me!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
Yes,
I have a lot to say.
After witnessing a people let their lives decay.
After watching these same people,
Have things go their way to have the nerve to say...
How others who have dedicated their lives to do things right,
And unafraid.
Are deserving to be despised by those who tell lies?
I don't think so!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
AND...
This wont be done behind anyone's back.
I want them to feel my breath.
As I express my desire to request and get,
From them...
Indepth information and eye contact!
With facts I am fed until my satisfaction arrives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sex fasting
A man desires women, who are many.
He gets them not, who’re formidable.
A woman desires men, who are many.
She gets them not, being forbidden.
The denial amounts to sex starvation.
Everyone is subjected to it.
It’s a fasting thrust by the society.
30.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rise to Greatness
There is something to be said about those
Who believe they can solicit themselves
Into obtaining attention, notoriety and fame.
Having little talent for what it is they perform.
But understanding the marketing.
And the strategicness of how to play...
The 'Rise to Greatness' game.
Using the skills to annoy in their favor.
Hoping this applied form,
Of their acquired 'art'...
Achieves their aim to gain acclaim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sticks And Stones
People talkin', tryin' to break us up
Why don't they let us be
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But talk don't bother me
(No) People talkin', tryin' to break us up
When they know that I love you so
So I don't care what the people might say
I'm never gonna let you go
I've been abused (I've been abused)
In my heart (I've been accused)
I've been accused (I've been accused)
I've been rebuked and I've been stomped
(Well) People talkin', tryin' to break us up
They're scandalizing my name
They'll say anything just to make me feel bad
They'll say anything to make me shamed
I've been abused (I've been abused)
In my heart (I've been accused)
I've been accused (I've been accused)
I've been rebuked and I've been stomped
(Well) People talkin', tryin' to break us up
They're scandalizing my name
They'll say anything just to make me feel bad
They'll say anything to make me shamed
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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With a Focus More Noticed
There is a difference when one stumbles,
In a crumble that humbles.
It is noticed with more focused,
When notoriety is attached.
There is a difference when one speaks,
With a tone that seems to reach...
Beyond definition.
And there is a difference influenced by comprehension...
When ignorance is fought.
And a breaching of it leaks.
That which is taught...
Is feared by those who refuse to see,
A rise in higher consciousness.
And freely given by those who teach.
With a focus more noticed,
When notoriety is attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forget the Unassuming Humble Approach
There is no such thing as acquiring a quiet notoriety!
None done that goes unnoticed.
It can not be down played by the one who achieves it!
Forget the unassuming humble approach.
This reeks of a perceived conceit.
One hidden underneath an acknowledgement,
Of a self containment.
And folks with pretentions love to have others believe...
A notoriety given,
Depends on them!
And their willingness to notice,
What has already been shown and known!
And then there are those,
Who choose to appease others...
By making foolish comments:
'I'm just like everyone else.
Except...
I am exceedingly brilliant! '
This may work for precocious children.
The ones thought of as adorable and cute.
And could count to ten
Before they were nine months old!
You know the ones?
Appearing on Oprah!
Held by their nannies.
And praised by parents traveling abroad...
But keeping in touch via satellite!
OR...
Those gifted convicted felons,
Always seem to get a book deal
However...
And this is straight up 'info'!
If you happen to be a blackman,
WITHOUT a basketball...
That is palmed and dribbled with one hand.
And unable to perform comedy,
sing 'or' tap dance...
Any notoriety successfully achieved,
With an equal amount of blood, sweat and tears...
Does not come easily,
For one who has proven to be more than deserving.
People associate this with 'good luck'!
And not applied work.
Especially if one has no church affiliation!
Or motives that can be clinically dissected,
With suspicion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acquittal
Intentions done,
Can not be erased to undo.
And even in the presence of warnings given,
Nothing painted in the picture...
Delivers a hint or a clue,
To the one stubbornly committed...
To go through with a misdeed or two to do.
Believing immunity is a guarantee.
A consciousness arrives to us at different times.
And a ritual of using prayer to ask forgiveness,
As done by those awakening with guilt...
Does not mean an acquittal will be granted.
Or the one victimized by slander and lies...
Has stopped faithfully praying to ease a mind burdened,
With a wish to see justice inflicted as a gift one gets...
That rectifies with an applied and appropriate punishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Broke Nut Who Managed To Make A Name
Notoriety and wealth,
Are heavyweights to bear.
For one who can not appear anywhere,
To publicly go unnoticed.
Yet desires to have privacy.
However...
Those with fame and bone broke,
Can run the streets naked...
Only to be described when this is revealed,
As 'A Broke Nut Who Managed To Make A Name.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dungeons
Big shots poop out now!
Mangled they are...
And twisting in gale forced winds.
An ending to feed them notoriety...
Has bled enough sorrows,
They no longer can bleed gains.
Fame, fortunes and slander...
Have become useless as weapons,
For them.
They are stripped and seen as shallow.
Gone are the accolades.
Torment arrives.
Fear in their eyes,
Can not close tight enough...
To keep them from lamenting their misdeeds!
These folks are worthless!
Deserving their shame.
And not one ounce of pity...
Should they get or claim!
In clandestined delight...
They united to usurp freedoms.
Now they have none,
In the dungeons of their trapping grief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mask Of Fear
They say that fear is dreadful.
They say that fear destroys us.
They say that fear induces only pain.
They say that fear is horrifying.
These are what they say,
But I tell you,
All these are just the outer mask of fear.
A society is disciplined. Why?
‘cause we fear the law.
A child listens to his elders.
‘cause he fears them.
You listen to your loved ones.
But of course,
People would disagree that fear is responsible for it.
They say it’s the power of love,
They say it’s coz of our love for them.
But think!
Why should we listen to our loved ones?
Is it just coz we love them?
No. I say no,
Coz again it is out of fear that you do it,
But fear for what?
You fear that you’d make your love unhappy,
You fear that you’d lose your love.
Fear prevents chaos is a society,
If it wasn’t for our fear for the law,
Our lives would’ve been in chaos
So open your eyes,
Perceive the term fear with care,
Coz many of you’ve failed to see what is behind the mask of fear.
A mask, if taken away,
Shows that fear is a guide towards discipline and justice.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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A book.
Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
Languages, Management and Marketing,
Tourism, Text books and Computing,
House hold, Carpentry and plumbing,
Trucks, Driving and operating.
Must choose one to taste,
Read regularly to last,
A full term of life and love,
Nourish it with the dose of care,
Can buy it from the stores,
That sells New, second hand and old,
When the new book is bought,
The smell itself fresh and great,
To remember for the life throughout,
Keep it as a Holy book and enjoy,
When the used books are purchased,
Rarely used books, never opened,
A few half read and half left,
A few stained and battered,
A few has the quotations underlined,
When the old books are bought,
The papers are oxidized and yellow,
Touch it, fragile, handle with care,
Though the contents may be good,
Prints are washed out and hard to see,
Heavily tainted of weather.
Whether you buy the new or the used book,
Make sure that you choose the right book,
Then read chapter by chapter leaving no nook,
Sometimes it thrills and shrills,
It is hilarious and comical,
If it is full of mysteries,
Try to solve it with your knowledge,
Don't slam and tear it,
Not touch it with your drug fingers,
Not read it with your spirited mind,
You will misunderstand the contents,
Promise yourself you will not make,
Your book an used and neglected book again.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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He Arrives
He arrives,
To apply a different tactic.
And at His will.
You may not notice this at first,
By the way it was achieved.
With a quiet precisioned skill!
You have been accustomed,
To seeing life from one dimension.
From a point of view,
With an indoctrination pursued.
And His intention although not mentioned,
Is to shatter all limitations too!
He arrives,
In your heart, soul and mind.
And once your eyes have been opened wide,
You will realized the depth of those lies told to you.
Why and the reason...
They were fed to control everything done you do!
He arrives,
To gift you with the truth.
With an absoluteness you can not refuse.
Since He is the One that comes who can do this.
The only One to get a detoxing done.
The One who introduces the kind of truth that stuns.
He arrives,
And those conditioned,
To hiding behind their lies...
Find themselves without protection,
Into shelters after a run.
Or tongues to twist,
A truth for all to see that exists!
He arrives,
No need to prepare with prayer.
He arrives and when He comes...
You wont see Him,
But you will know He is there.
His eyes are upon you...everywhere!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accomplices
It should not take,
A trapping of a deceiver...
To admit misdeeds.
Or apologies done,
To expect a forgiveness received,
From those duped...
By a skilled liar.
Lives have been tormented,
By people like this.
It should take one conscious,
Of those things done they do.
To save everyone from the embarrassment,
Of choosing others to accuse.
Especially,
When the culprit sits preparing to make direct hits...
After being solicited for regular visits,
To delight all with the making of false impressions.
Although entertaining are the embellishments.
And others,
Unknowingly...
Assist in the doing of the damaged,
On others done.
Like the accomplices they've become.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read A Book
Und wenn ich einen Wunsch frei htte
Ich wnschte wrden wir verstehen
Alle Schatten hinter uns lassen
nur weies Licht vor uns zu sehen
No hate, no fight hearts killing
I wish no trouble anymore
There's nothing more to tell about
There's nothing left to be decided
Just read a book
So, read a book about love (reaching love)
Read a book, read a book about love
Und wenn du einen Wunsch frei httest
Ich wnschte, wrdest du verstehen
Nur weies Licht vor uns zu sehen
And if we just should be together
oh, we could feel so warm an tight
All we need is only two of us
to show the world that we've decided to
read a book
to read a book about love (reaching love) ...
Take a look about yesterday
I guess you know
that you're here to stay
Read a book, ...
Read a book, read a book about love (rep many times)
Read a book, ... (rep till fade)
song performed by by Falco
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If You Hate Poetry
i have read that somewhere,
if you hate poetry
you have to get
this book,
buy it, and
you will love
it.
sales talk.
if you really hate poetry,
why buy
a book of poetry?
you may dislike me
but poems
are nothing but
spits
of something
that you do not
want to stay
inside your throat
all i need
is a little relief
from this
urge to vomit
and here you
are
reading mine.
(i am
laughing)
so do you really hate
poetry?
k, buy that book
you will really
love it
(the book)
and hate the more
what you hated most.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I read a book
I read a book
Not to enhance my looks
I read a book
Maybe to avoid being a crook
I read a book
Not just to learn how to cook
I read a book
To ascertain how to defend my rights
Not just to acquire knowledge
Reading a book I pledge,
Is one of the roads to the light
I read a book
To understand how a kings territory
Is defended with pieces such as the rook
I read a book
So there will be no questions asked
When I count correctly what you took
I read a book
So that I play not ignorant
Now on life I’ve a different outlook
I read a book
So if I come up with all the right answers
I will know for sure it is not merely a fluke
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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