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Those Who Value the Emptiness of 'Things

They were raised with beliefs,
They should compete.
Brothers and sisters...
Separated by jealousies,
And envy condoned.

They speak of favorites...
Picked and solicited,
By parents who thought of them
As part of a litter.

Not one of them knew love...
Since this was not shown.
And that which is not known,
Is reflected by shallow misgivings.

And in an environment
That offers deception to shine
Behind the minds of those
Who value the emptiness of 'things'...
Over a missing self worth!
Flourishes in deceit.

Diminished in those,
Still holding onto its existence!
Is an encouragement self contained.
Yet showing an absence that craves,
An attention too long ignored!

But then again...
Truth has not been welcomed,
As a friend either!
And this is widely reflected,
From generation to generation
Of those obsessed to possess...
Costly sensations,
To appease a loss unprevented!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Generation

never has the future seemed so dated
never have i been so lost for words
youll take a chance if youre given it
and youd fall in love with anything
never has the future seemed so tainted
its always been at loss for what its known as
at lost for what its known as
but im fine about it
i knew more about you before you were born
i knew more about you before you were born
i knew more about this place before id ever been here
youve got no generation
youve got no generation
youve got no generation
lets celebrate alo-one
how does it feel yes how does it feel
to know that you will never take part
i promise i wont be apart
and how does it feel yes tell me
how does it feel
to know that you will never take part
planning for the future seems so dated
listen plans you make them and ignore them
only to find that and believe them to be true
and planning for the future seems so tainted
its always been at loss for what its known as
at lost for what its known as
but im fine about it
i knew more about you before you were born
i knew more about you before you were born
i knew more about this place before id ever been here
youve got no generation
youve got no generation
youve got no generation
lets celebrate alo-one
youve got no generation
youve got no generation
youve got no generation
lets celebrate alo-one
how does it feel yes how does it feel
to know that you will never take part
i promise i wont be apart
and how does it feel yes tell me
how does it feel
to know that you will never take part
i promise i wont be wont be apart
i promise i wont be wont be apart
i promise i wont b

song performed by by Idlewild
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Soundtrack To A Generation

The smell of trees. can only be that way. on a sunny day.
Floating through the open window. to the cool inside.
Where we lay side by side. how can anything we feel. ever
Mean so much. as a summer love? how can anything we
Need. ever get in touch. with the meaning of.
A whole life waiting? wishing suddenly. that its going to be
The real thing. or separating. try your luck again. its just
Part of the adventure.
Holy cow. you do it to me now. the soundtrack to a
Generation. oh, wow. youre getting to me now. the
Soundtrack to a generation.
Another tune. before the light has gone. and well be on
Our way. the sounds and smells. will always linger on.
Theyre in my heart today.
We feel so lucky then. the worlds a massive place. but we
Run into each other. just one small happening. an accident
Of fate. or the work of co-conspirators? but if we knew.
What could it do. to help us now?
Holy cow. you do it to me now. the soundtrack to a
Generation. anyhow. just give it to me now. the
Soundtrack to a generation. oh wow. you really got me
Now. the soundtrack to a generation. holy cow. youre
Getting to me now. the soundtrack to a generation.
Years have gone on in between. but all I knew at
Seventeen. is all I know now now. through times of joy and
Suffering. the music flavours everything. thats all I know
Now.
Holy cow. you do it to me now. the soundtrack to a
Generation. oh wow. you really got me now. the
Soundtrack to a generation. anyhow just give it to me
Now. the soundtrack to a generation.
Just give it. youre getting. you do it you really got me now.
The soundtrack to a generation. oh wow. just give it.
Youre getting. you do it.
You really got me now. the soundtrack to a generation.
Oh wow. you really got me now. the soundtrack to a
Generation.

song performed by by Human League
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Reflected

Look upstanding with your head held high
You will be reflected
You looK outstanding with your eyes in disguise
Just beyond your glasses
Holy, how he would keep, it's devine
I'm surely glad, I'm surely over town
And even though I'm you will always here
Very rarely worry almost constantly
Could you be receptive
Our life's outstanding in a shower please
Wet my skins a plenty
Baby, what a day I love our town
I'm surely glad, I'm surely all around
And even since I knew it all so clear
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected, reflected

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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A Missed Childhood

I missed out on having a childhood
went from a little girl to womanhood.
I think the way my parents raised their children
was only the best of what they're parents could.

I always felt like their Cinderella
always cleaning, ironing and straightening up it seemed.
Taking care of my little sisters and brother
never spending time to be just that child which I need.

I always felt that I had missed out on something
and searched for that missing link throughout my life.
Been married too many times to speak of
been a mother to two sons and a loving wife.

I always promised myself not to repeat
what and how I had been raised.
But to give my sons all of my love
with Respect and Love and Praise.

To allow them to be a child
the best child that they could be.
And always keep myself in check
remembering that missing part of that child in me.

poem by Linda Winchell
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In Separate And Foolish Divisions

Too controlling.
Many set out to prove from birth,
They could and would with a showing of self worth...
Fake to erase the slightest mistakes they've made,
And unmistakably done as they continue to do.
Yet unable to face they are,
Their own flaws well covered and left unpursued.

They were raised,
With an 'look-at-me-see-what-I've-got'...
Mentality.They were raised to think of unity as a curse.
But used as a reaaon to come together,
To rehearse the berating done to others.
With a doing to anyone,
Regardless of how sacred relationships were.

They were raised,
Not to praise one another with encouragement.
Or support or re-enforce their successes.
But instead they had a purpose,
To ensure no one would achieve...
Unless they were the ones perceived,
As deserving of getting attention.
And without mentioning they did everything possible,
To do what they could to get it.

Raised to behave to pass judgement.
Based upon appearances and 'things' claimed owned.
Raised to behave to pass judgement.
As if those that did not condone their point of view,
Were not as blessed to profess they had been 'favored'.
With their 'holier-than-thou' self righteous attitudes,
Obsessed to self absorb and accepted as a right of passage.

And with a flaunting of pretentions they kept to do religiously,
In separate and foolish divisions!
Believing restrictions like this,
Would keep hidden their blemishes...
Out of sight, out of mind and away from a living of life.
And no one can deny the obviousness of their boundaries,
When witnessing the limits their minds have set.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It took us a long time to find out that we had been lied to by our parents' generation. The moralities that were followed during our parents' generation were basically arbitrary. This caused a rift between the two generations, which was brought on by the beatniks.

quote by Peter Fonda
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The New Generation

Betrayed and backstabbed
By our African brothers.
Insulted, humiliated and robbed
By Our European brothers.
We are the descendants
Of defeated Kings and Queens.
We are the infants
Of two distressed twins.
Sold like cattles,
Winners of many battles:
We are the new generation,
We are the fine products
Of a new creation.
We walk proud like ducks
Of the newly man-made lakes,
We helped and we chased away the fakes:
We are the dreams of our forefathers.
We are, at last, speaking in unison,
Like cousins, like brothers and sisters;
Every day, we are forging new union.
We are stronger than ever,
We are smarter than the dead fish of the river:
We are the new generation.
We are building new bridges,
The world is our nation.
We are building new stages,
While fighting and defeating the old aristocracy.
This is indeed our century:
We are the new generation.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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Consistent Bitter Lipping

Out to steal another's thunder,
Those seeking the spotlight complain...
That one who solicits an attention,
Isn't deserving of it.
And...
Such attention should be given to them to claim.

Obsessed with their possessed jealousies,
Nothing from those envious gets done...
But a consistent bitter lipping!
With an ignorance to remove,
Those of influence from their environment.
And when that succeeds they plead for unity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Generation

[Originally by The Who]
People try to put us d-down Talkin' 'Bout My Generation
just because we get around. Talkin' 'bout my generation
Things they do look awful c-c-cold. Talkin' 'bout my generation
I hope I die before I get old. Talkin' 'bout my generation
This is my generation,
this is my generation, baby.
Why don't you all f-fade away? Talkin' 'bout my generation
Yeah, don't try and dig what we all s-s-say. Talkin' 'bout my generation
I'm not tryin' to cause a big s-s-sensation, Talkin' 'bout my generation
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation. Talkin' 'bout my generation
It's my generation,
it's my generation, baby.
Why don't you all f-fade away? Talkin' 'bout my generation
Yeah, don't try d-dig what we all s-s-s-s-s-say. Talkin' 'bout my generation
Not tryin' to cause a big sensation, Talkin' 'bout my generation
Just talkin' 'bout my g-generation. Talkin' 'bout my generation
Yeah, my generation,
this is my generation, baby,
generation, generation.
People try to put us d-down Talkin' 'bout my generation
just because we g-g-g-get around. Talkin' 'bout my generation
Things they do look awful c-c-cold. Talkin' 'bout my generation
I hope I die before I get old. Talkin' 'bout my generation
It's my generation,
this is my generation, baby,
ma-ma-my generation.
Talkin' 'bout my generation. Talkin' about
Talkin' 'bout my generation. my generation,
Talkin' 'bout my generation. my generation,
Talkin' 'bout my generation. my generation,
Talkin' 'bout my generation. yes, my generation, baby
Talkin' 'bout my gene

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Everyone Will Become Affected

Houses built on stilts,
And on mountain sides that slide.
Folks believing their stubbornness...
Will be ignored by nature when nature shifts.

Earthquakes and volcano blasts,
Are soon to join hurricane and tornado winds.
No one is here to conquer Mother Nature.
She has been speaking.
And no one has listened.

People in tears and fleeing with items they collect.
Praying to God they are not victims next.
But a truth about who we are has been ignored.
And a comprehension of this,
Is coming to humble those in fixed delusions.
To settle a score,
Not to question anymore...
The power of God.
And the disrespect this Earth has endured!

The spirits are upset...
With all the conflicts and human neglect.
And this has come to be reflected.
In a way that is best to be witnessed and shown!
None of the deceit shown has been condoned!
Everyone will become affected!
A balance that is off has to be found,
And must be respected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Generation

It's a new generation
Telling it the way they feel
(new generation)
It's a new generation
singing it loud and clear
(new generation)
It's a new generation
really know whats happening here.
(new generation)
It's a new generation
looking for a peace of mind
(new generation)
New generation
groovin' it down the line
(new generation)
new generation
groovin' it all the time
(new generation)
take it over
take it over,
sock it to 'em
sock it to 'em,
let 'em have it
let 'em have it,
give it to 'em
give it to 'em (2X)
It's a new generation
Telling it the way they feel
(new generation)
It's a new generation
singing it loud and clear
(new generation)
It's a new generation
really know whats happening here.
(new generation)
It's a new generation
looking for a peace of mind
(generation, new generation)
New generation
groovin' it down the line
(generation, new generation)
new generation
groovin' it all the time
(generation, new generation)
take it over
take it over,
sock it to 'em
sock it to 'em,
let 'em have it
let 'em have it,
give it to 'em
give it to 'em (2X)
new generation
new generation
new generation
its a new generation
new generation
new generation
new generation
new generation

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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No One Remembers

No one remembers the soldier
once a hero
now
another old warrior
telling stories in the corridors
of the VA
waiting for their doctors

A timeline carved in flesh
generation by generation
WWI
WWII
Korea
Vietnam
Desert Storm
Bosnia
Afganistan
Iraq

Bodi es and minds mangled
scars visible
or hidden deep within
missing limbs
missing lives
missing time

Days fade into dusk
the old ones pass on
flags drape coffins
of the dead going home
soldier do
what soldiers always have done
and when it's all over
nobody mourns

poem by Maggie DeMay
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Tell The Colors Of Devil!

When happiness is absorbed,
The harmony is not reflected.
When the innocence is stolen and absorbed,
The peace is not reflected.
When all good emotions are absorbed,
The useful actions are not reflected.
When all colors are absorbed to be black,
What goodness can be reflected?

Evils have many colors on the screen,
When colors of cruelty and sadism scream,
the skull and broken bones of human,
have become the symbol to threaten,
and warn the danger, red can flow,
to our minds to scare us to be nymphs,
all these colors have the right effect,
when it is dark and the sun is out.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Villanelle: Blest Art the Poor

God keeps me better than many others!
And yet, I seem very dissatisfied;
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

Despite their troubles, nothing them bothers;
They seem to wear a smile on sad a face;
God keeps me better than many others!

Neither the sun or moon or rain or cold matters;
They laugh away their problems most, always.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

Some shelterless do wear clothes in tatters;
Their children play amusing all in ways.
God keeps me better than many others!

They bathe happily in river-waters;
They play in mud and run in sand a race.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

The forests give them wood, berries, feathers;
No grief or strife can halt their living pace.
God keeps me better than many others!
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2005
(my first villanelle)

poem by John Celes
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Hidden Truths

In darkness we see nothing,
It is nothing,
Only blackness,
Solitude,
Aloneness.

In a world of light we see everything,
It is everything.
Light fills the gaps in our minds showing us reality,
Truth,
Existence.

When the lights go off and darkness comes,
Everything we knew is lost,
It becomes consumed by the nothing,
Hidden,
Lost.

Everything is engulfed in nothing,
It is hidden from our mind,
Yet it is still there,
Exists,
Is.

Blindness is like the darkness,
With a dark curtain covering our perception,
And things still exist in the world,
Reality,
Fact.

Darkness is the emptiness of seeing,
The lack of evidence of existence,
Yet without perceived minds they are still there,
Exist,
Are.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Now And Then

Hip hop, hard rock, be bop, punk rock
It will never stop.
Every generation will have its own
That is something that’s been shown.

As teens we think that the
older generation do not know
What is hip and what is slow

Our time is NOW and your time is THEN
But we still recognize which is
Foe and which is friend.
In ten years another generation will appear
Then we’ll have the same fears.

Maybe by then drug addiction, free sex
and telephone text will be gone
And just like you our memories
Will linger on.

So I guess what you told me will be true
But until then this will do.
NOW and THEN is the key
This is what makes us free.

Our rap can’t you see is just your poetry
It is just spoken faster, and a beat put to it.
So why is it that you catch a fit?
Is it the profanity or the violence that we see.
Maybe that’s the way it has to be?

poem by Louis Rams
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Sedated

It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.

Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.

Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.

Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.

Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.

It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.

Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.

As if they have been...
Sedated!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jessica The Racist Beauty Model

You speak words
Words that pun a knife on the heart
You speak words
Words that destroy unity
You speak words
Words that kill the black generation

I sit and wonder
How proud your ancestors will be of you
that you have once again
Reflected the true hate that boils
In the blood veins of your family
But how cruel,
Because you re-declare a war
That you already defeated already

How disgusting of you
Travelling the world
With pride that you represent
The rainbow nation
But then you intimidate your country
And insult your publicity
All with just a single word
That signify racism to black african generation

And today
You have demoted your dignity
You have failed you success
And you shall never ever in my heart
Be a proud South African
And never will give you the respect you deserve

I know you do not care,
But just like you!
In that way I opt to make my ancestore very happy,
You failed
Yes! You failed South Africa

poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Blank Generation

I was saying let me out of here before I was even born
Its such a gamble when you get a face
Its fascinatin to observe what the mirror does
But when I dine its for the wall that I set a place
I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
Triangles were fallin at the window as the doctor cursed
He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye
The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first
The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, gods consolation prize!
I belong to the blank generation
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
To hold the tv to my lips, the air so packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms tracks
And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot
I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time

song performed by by Whiskeytown
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unicef**united Nations Interest For Children Of Every Faith

look around, and what do you see
children of all races and creeds
white, yellow, black, olive complexioned too.
don't you realize that they all need you?

look at pictures and read the news
children all over the world
starving and without parents and love.

must they pay for the elders mistakes
must they be the victims of our ignorance.
let us give them what we had as kids.

love, food, affection is all they ask.
look at their faces and think
of your own children and if they would
survive, if they were in their places.

no matter what our beliefs.
we are children of GOD
so let us all do our part.

let us help and love one another
let us all become sister and brother.
don't let our little sisters and brothers starve
open up your minds and your hearts.

give a part of yourself that you
have yet to give
and let these poor children live.

poem by Louis Rams
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