Those...Inequities!
There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
Those injustices left to leave,
The ones thought and believed...
To be dispensible.
The ones who displayed,
No apparent influence.
Those who are now seen...
To have had appropriate insight.
But disregarded and demeaned.
There is a rush...
To correct, silence and hush,
Those...inequities!
And yet...
The power to do that effectively,
Would entail the power...
To change the rotation of the Earth.
To rename the Sun and the Moon.
And the time of one's birth.
With a claiming that all misdeeds done...
Were not planted to ruin anyone's life.
What a wasted intention...
If this was meant,
As a means to undermine one's sacrifice.
But these acts directed,
Were merely enacted...
To invite them to have more fun!
And this...
Was a miscalculation,
Of an understanding.
Left to go misunderstood and unexplained.
But 'hopefully'...
Now,
Comprehended!
With a forgiveness that can be given.
With a forgetting that is transcended.
And those hidden crossed fingers...
One hides,
But yet to be discovered.
To be painfully broken or bent!
Or...
Severed in acts of revenge.
If that is one's druthers to ensure the other...
Comprehension for all can now begin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The wheels on the bus
‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
All night long’
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
All night long
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
All night long
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
All night long
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush shus
Hush hus hush
Hush hush
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush hush
All night long
The clouds in the sky go
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
The ashes from the ground go
Die die die
Die die die
Die die die
All night long
Shakiras on the bus go
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
The boughs in the tree go
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
All night long
PS:
The wheels on the bus – children’s song (anonymous?)
Waka waka World’s current top hit on VH1 music channel
August 17,2010
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Almighty Does Not Sit In That Classroom of Tricks
When acts of evilness with intent are committed...
Do not revenge it.
It will hurt like pain never felt...
Or believed dealt with before!
Do not revenge it.
Even though it aches not to strike back.
Like some who believe,
They have been ordained to attack!
Forgive those involved!
That is the key!
And observe how God resolves your patience.
In ways you will witness in disbelief!
But hold onto your faith with a courage,
You should not chase or allow to leave.
No deed done goes ignored.
Believe!
What goes up...
Comes down eventually!
Believe!
And what goes around...
Has to come back.
And for millions observing,
The Earth is round and not flat!
Even thoughts that are tossed away...
Aren't lost to stay that way!
Understand what is said and to 'whom' you pray!
Believe!
When acts of evilness with intent are committed...
There is a higher power that knows just how to bestow
What is needed when the time is right!
Remember this...
Forgetting maybe something we are told,
And conditioned to believe we must do...
By those who chose to sell their souls,
To allow a brand of evilness to continue,
What it does to me and you.
As we weaken in droves!
But...
The Almighty does not sit,
In that classroom of tricks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We must correct the problems and inequities in the way we conduct and decide elections in the United States.
quote by Tom Daschle
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Mistaking Paint For Faint
it is the rush
but why the rush?
it is the shortness of the breath
of time
inside the nostrils of
the unwavering
what the mind means
goes with the sound
and the fingers
as lousy as
then
the building
faints
(nice metaphor)
when what is meant
was that
the building is painted
white, a while, you mean?
gosh, this is the rush
of life
committing to a
commitment of mistakes
here and there
but why bother?
it is something that you leave
without paying much
attention
off you go,
let them bark
like dogs on the
wrong tree.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But I think it would be irresponsible for me not to say what I really believe in my heart to be true - that there are some serious inequities that we face as women and that we can work to address these inequities.
quote by Anita Hill
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I've a Secret to Tell Thee
I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here --
Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps:
I'll seek, to whisper it in thine ear,
Some shore where the Spirit of Silence sleeps;
Where Summer's wave unmurmuring dies,
Nor fay can hear the fountain's gush;
Where, if but a note her night-bird sighs,
The rose saith, chidingly, "Hush, sweet, hush!"
There, amid the deep silence of that hour,
When stars can be heard in ocean dip,
Thyself shall, under some rosy bower,
Sit mute, with thy finger on thy lip:
Like him, the boy, who born among
The flowers that on the Nile-stream blush,
Sits ever thus -- his only song
To earth and heaven, "Hush, all, hush!"
poem by Thomas Moore
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CIX: Power
The one who doesn’t have the power always looking for the stronger one
The one who has the power never wants it slip from his finger
The one who no longer has the power still acts like he has the one
The one who under influence of power still thinks he holds the control
The one who doesn’t have interest in power is actually chased by the power
The one who dislikes using the power is definitely a liar
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Exquisite B.S.
Exquisite B.S.
Finessed at its best.
This wont sit to become fossilized.
Maneuvered?
Yes!
The finest B.S.
Gets to be marketed.
Exquisite B.S.
Tested for perfection.
To leave no guessing game to correct.
As this exquisite B.S. is set...
To endure without stopping.
To ensure its success.
No remnants will be left,
To forge with a defense...
By those unconvinced,
It is solidly based in cement.
And will not ferment...
As circumvented intentions meant,
Are sent.
This is exquisite B.S. to document!
To subdue those who protest.
And addict those who confess...
A weakness they get.
As if to crave a feeding,
With a licking of lips with a wish...
For more of it.
To induce into seduction,
With an unlimited fix.
Until the power of thinking,
Independently...
Lifts from minds,
That are drugged to drift!
Exquisite B.S.
Yes!
Yes!
YESSSSS!
And as delicious to offset,
Any cure that should manifest...
With attempts to correct!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mental Anguish
Never do unto others,
What is believed to be for them deserving.
It is almost impossible to correct,
A heart life broken...
By suspicions later that some regret.
With an awakening to a sorrow,
They 'must' accept without peace or rest.
To be accused for anything,
Someone has not done...
Has its consequences to pay one day.
For those who knowingly made another's life lived,
To suffer...
Emotionally that way.
And when the truth surfaces to reveal,
A wrongness performed by acts of deceit...
That shoe forced to place unwittingly on someone's foot,
Will come back to bite the minds...
Of the doers of these misdeeds unrelentingly.
Leaving...
Them never to relax with their mental anguish intact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hush! Hush! A LONELY RAT with a Human Hat Chokes in Silence!
Lo! A lonely flower in the garden of the east,
Look! A lonely star in the night sky of the west!
Ugh! A lonely cow faces the heat in the north,
So is a lonely boy admits his defeat in the south.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!
Each day someone wakes up with a frown,
To make up the loss with a groan and a drown,
For rumors keep flying like houseflies in the town,
That keeps one tormented in the hell - a mental breakdown.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!
One is a loner as he builds walls instead of bridges,
Others are loners – shriveled up inside the nut, no repair;
Some others are broken hearts in despair,
All the others are related yet separated by egos and ridges.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!
Lonesome man talks alone at night;
Lonely man walks alone in the broad daylight;
Lonely man speaks when I'm with you,
Lonely man cranks when my heart's untrue.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!
For a crowd is not company just appearance in the show!
And faces are but a gallery of pictures in the showcase,
Talks but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love just a show!
Separate we come, and separate we go in any case,
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>
(With heart and soul dedicated to my fellow poet AMIT RAY)
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Silence!
Silence!
That is all that is left,
You now can offer.
Silence!
When your lips were needed,
To stop the heat of greed that fed...
You denounced a noncomformity,
As something those doing it would dred!
And here you are,
Being closed in...
By those who deceived 'you' instead!
Silence!
That's all that is required from you right now!
You have proven,
Like sheep...
Misfortunes thought were mine,
You believed you would never reap.
Has been designed to keep you mislead!
Now a sacrifice shared is weeped.
No one cares...
Tears from your eyes now you shed!
Silence!
Keep it...
As a sacrifice!
That is all you have left...
Tossing and turning your life,
Into a premature death.
With a shortened gasp of breath!
And with deception kept...
Your treasures hoarded,
Will quietly from you be swept,
Away!
As a silence bleeds...
From those who willfully allowed,
Themselves to be bled!
Self-righteous in rejecting those...
As you watched their hunger,
And homelessness spread!
Silence!
It's your turn...
To find no place to lay your head!
Silence!
Isn't that what you expected...
From those you said,
Were too low of life!
And denied them you did...
Of a fight to keep,
Their human rights!
Silence!
That's all that is needed from you.
No one cares what your objectives are.
You have already expressed...
Your selfish point of view!
And silence from others,
Comes to light!
As your plight is witnessed...
And subdues you to drown,
In standards that leave you...
Sinking underground!
Silence!
Is that clear?
That is all those who have survived,
Your sick conflicting inflicted nonsense...
Have chosen to dispel.
And from you...
Silence is all,
One wishes from you to hear!
With a peace released that swells!
No one but you,
Appreciates your created hell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Centred experimental form
Centred
The silence of the night profound.
Unbroken by the slightest sound.
Envelopes me.
Serenity envelopes me
From earthly worries I am free
Just for a while.
I can enjoy just for a while
a complete change from my life style.
No need to rush.
I am content no need to rush.
Sit quietly amidst the hush.
I still my mind.
Effortlessly I still my mind
and meditate until I find
my inner core.
When I have reached my inner core
I need not struggle any more.
I am at peace.
I realise I am at peace
when all my errant thought trains cease.
I can just be.
I understand I can just be
if only temporarily.
Then I must go.
An hour or two then I must go
back to the noisy world I know.
Reluctantly.
Surrendering reluctantly
the only time that I am free
to be just me.
21-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Don't You Feel Sometimes That People Just Should Hush
Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
And give a rest to their mouths and keep them shut.
Even if taped or glued to prevent the rush.
Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
Don't you feel your peace of mind is being crushed and flushed.
And everywhere you go you hear the fussing and words cussed.
Picking up a brush to throw it would not do too much.
Especially if it should hit someone waiting quietly for a bus.
Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
And everywhere you go you hear the fussing and words cussed.
It's enough to go beserk and scream to cause a scene that disrupts.
Like those ushered away in silence to be confined and locked up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whoa Whoa Whoa Hush That Rush
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
And they cuss a lot.
Hear them cuss a lot!
No matter where they seem to be.
No matter in whose company.
Whoever is around them,
Never is quite free!
Or alone.
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
And they cuss a lot.
Hear them cuss a lot!
No matter where they seem to be.
No matter in whose company.
Whoever is around them,
Never is quite free!
Or alone.
No matter what the reason,
Or the season may be...
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss!
Making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
And dropping in the Autumn like leaves from trees.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Traveling with negative activities...
Hear them cuss a lot!
Yes, they cuss a lot.
And dropping in the Autumn like leaves from trees.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Nothing that is said by them,
Seems to please.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
And making misery as if a cup of tea.
They rush to cuss,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
Whoa whoa whoa hush that rush,
With a lust to cuss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Them Alone
Leave them alone,
With their induced indoctrinations.
They have become intoxicated,
With addictions believed!
And these inflictions,
Have left them afflicted...
In mindsets neglected,
To be left deranged.
Whether or not...
They decide they must change!
This is not their decision...
To accept or remain the same.
They can not conceive,
That the only thing real
Is the breath they breathe.
And when the time comes,
Reality will stun them.
They will not accept it!
Although with their eyes they will see!
With wishes to reject it.
They have been conditioned...
They are superior than life itself.
And there is no match,
For the 'brains' they alone maintain!
Leave them alone!
From this revealing shock...
They can not flee.
It is beyond their scope...
Of divisions of religions,
Or mindless racist inequities!
Let them find out for themselves...
That this existence experienced,
Broadens the concept of possibilities!
And self righteous implications,
Of a non-entity such as their 'purities'!
Are what they are...
Prefabrications!
These are but just a few...
Deceptions to be undone to redo!
Coming to enlighten.
Head-on without a preview.
Leave them alone!
They are no challenge for what confronts!
And they will discover that,
On their own!
Leave them alone...
To tolerate an ignorance,
They have shown they alone have condoned.
There will be no tolerance...
For such an accepted wickedness to enlist!
Leave them alone,
To discover the true Wizard of their Oz!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence No More
Silence means you never hate me
silence means you will again date me
silence means you need some time
silence means you are fine
silence meanse the hopes are alive
tears came out of my eyes
silence is no more surprise
silence is only you know
silence is what you show
silence is to only glow
silence means only to give
silence means you will forgive
tears pours out of my eyes
silence is no more surprise...
please break the silence
poem by Vikash Jaiswal
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Hush Little Baby
Hush little baby Daddys here
Hush little baby dont you fear
Hush little baby as i hold my tear
Hush little baby dont you hear
Hush little baby daddys son
Hush little baby dont you be glum
Hush little baby as i go numb
Hush little baby the time has come
Hush little baby Daddy did try
Hush little baby dont you sigh
Hush little baby as i start to cry
Hush little baby dont say bye bye
Hush little baby Mummys Waiting there
poem by Jason Mcgookin
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Saul Exercised Power Like A FBI Or CIA Agent?
It is said a leopard cannot change its spots.
Saul like an ancient homeland security official
exercised power like a modern FBI or CIA agent?
Please examine the evidence of Saul's extensive power.
Saul was present and sanctioned Stephen's execution. Acts 7.57-8: 1.
Saul went door-to-door looking for Christian felons. Acts 8: 3.
Saul was issued Christians arrest warrants. Acts 22: 4-5.
Saul believed he was serving God (the President and Nation) :
by enforcing the law and carrying out the orders
of the Jewish Sanhedrin (the Supreme Court) . Acts 22: 3.
Saul obviously had studied the laws of the Sanhedrin;
and received extensive 'field training' for those duties.
The very name Saul struck terror into first converted Christians.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Transformation Inquisition Saul Into Paul Of Tarsus'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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