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To Obtain a Following

Some will say they have chosen
To step in dung!
And will travel near and far...
To gather others of like minds
Who are convinced,
Stinking is the only way to obtain a following!
Leaving paths that are destined to be remembered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The People In That Place....

i explained to them
what cruelty is
how savage can savage be
how monsters each one
another
how fortunes come
behind those
crimes
i keep on explaining to them
the unreasonableness of having too much
heavy burdens of fortunes on our back
like turtles afraid of losing their homes
how uneasy life becomes
how wary we can be

i travel lightly
carrying only this body
and the mind
this spirit soaring
leaving all of them
in their
crowded land
spilling blood
eating their own flesh
drinking their own
urine
munching feces and
dung
stinking people
loveless and
lavish in their
greed and
avarice....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Within Cliques of Gossips

There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.

But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.

There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.

There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.

Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.

Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Step Of The Way

There are many roads to travel
in my journey through life day by day,
but I will always follow you Lord
every step of the way.

I may travel on stony ground
and on pastures green and tender.
I may take many dead ends
and have to many times turn around,
but I will always follow you lord
every step of the way.

I know you will guide me
whichever way I choose to go,
whether it be the right or wrong road,
I will always follow you Lord
every step of the way.

I know you will lead me
away from dangers
I may stumble on
and I will always follow you Lord
every step of the way.

27 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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Those Slow To Learn Their Lessons

So many years have passed.
And so many have lived their lives,
Being led down the wrong paths...
To one day discover,
As if the clouds have been removed...
From clearing eyes and minds,
To realize those tasks and evil misdeeds...
Done to others in times left behind,
Should have never by them...
The focus of their attention given.
But...
It was.

And those who had been picked,
For those misdeeds done determined...
To have been fit and appropriate,
Might have also awakened with a change of mind.

Perhaps for them they were willing once 'then' to forgive,
But today they may be more convinced...
That those slow to learn their lessons as quick,
Are deserving of repeated teachings...
Until such doing has become satisfying to please.
And those messages they attempted to deliver,
Are guaranteed to have been received.

'I don't understand why I am the one,
Treated in such an offensive manner.'

~Don't worry about it.
You're not the only one who suffers,
From a selective memory.
All you have to do is connect the dots.
What have you done,
That you wish had been forgotten? ~

'I don't remember.'

~Apparently someone you afflicted does.
And has chosen this moment to test.
Until your mind connects.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Way Chosen To Travel

Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.

Some folks have it in them,
To be objective.
When a few will intuitively know...
Which action to take,
And which ones to let go.

Some things are better left unspoken.
Or when said...
Should be as if a joke.

Folks are less inclined,
To become provoked...
When approached in a less serious manner.
Curbing conflict with more playful banter.

Then a listening is done with more intent...
When a punchline follows,
That is delivered and meant...
To knock some sense into minds,
Concreted stubbornly in cemented nonsense!

Some things are better left unspoken.
Like being too direct,
When one should be more reflective.

There is a way to invoke,
What should be heard and spoken.
And that road one wishes not to take alone...
With others one desires to follow,
Convinced and condoning...
That a way chosen to travel,
Was a decisive choice as collectively shown.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have You Noticed?

have YOU noticed
the foul smell of the dung
of the cow and goat
around the manger
of the
baby who is destined
to be KING
of all kings?

if you do,
you are one of his sons.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success.

quote by John D. Rockefeller
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If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success.

quote by John D. Rockefeller
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Hard Road

(h. vanda / g. young)
My mama n papa told me son that youre just a fool
When I told em I was leaving home I was leaving school
So then in a couple of hours I found myself
Heading down that southbound road
With everything I owned on my back
I carried such a heavy load
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line
Well I wanna tell ya friends
That its good to be a traveling man
cause Im doing what I want to
Living just the best that I can
Nobody putting rings around my neck
To put me in a pigeon hole
Ive got my dog and my radio
To listen to some rock n roll
And its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel
Its a hard, hard road that I travel down the line
And its a hard, hard road down the line

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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A Poem For Impermanence...

even the stones in your
garden
we do not know really
shifted places

do they know how to travel?
we ask

even the sands have learned
the flight of birds
on invisible wings of our
very own minds

we do not ask since then
all these
manifestations of impermanence
the flitting moments
those invincible phantoms of the hours

i am convinced,
me for instance

where am i now? i still ask
the same question
to the moon which had long gone into
the corner
of dawn....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I know you

I know you, we've before.
But you don't know me.
You've spoken to me
Been impressed
Chosen me
But somehow
You will never, ever, know me
But I know you
I'm one of many
Always will be
You own me... If only
I'm a step on your ladder
To be used
Relied on to bear you
A step to be climbed

And left behind

I know you
You don't know me

I know you
We've met before
I know what you do
How you play
How you are.
I see how you dance on a cloud of your own
With your own halo
And ladders bellow
full of every step
that you never did know
Every step that you own.

But not me.

Because I know you
And you don't know me.

poem by Peggy Pollock
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The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

quote by Thomas Paine
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On To Something More Concrete

i

i check on the word 'grass'
not in the wikipedia
i check that word outside
i step on the lawn where grass is
i sit upon it and lay my head upon its softness
the grass is cool and comforting
early this morning

ii

i like to check on something more concrete
than what the word signifies
the puffiness of the clouds
the blueness of the skies
the coldness of water
the salt of the sea
how the waves travel and arrive at the shore

i lay my body on the sand
open my eyes to the sky and trace the paths that clouds travel by
i swim to the coldness of the sea and taste with my tongue its salt
i touch the waves
i wait upon the shore and let my hours pass away

iii

this is the earth where i live
where i step upon
it is real, it is never fake
it is as concrete as each word signifies

iv

i speak now to You
Let me thank You for all these
I am alive.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Great Man Who Ate Cow Dung All His Life (secretly)

everyday
he feeds himself
with cow dung
but this is done
discreetly
for who in this
normal world
would like
to satisfy
himself with
dung
who in this
society would
love a man
who eats and
smells like
cow dung?

of course, he
feared
that soon if
society knows
he shall be
another ostracized
ostrich
electrically fenced
and monitored
and segregated
at Ward 8
for social
rehabilitation

he didn't like dung
reason and logic
so tell him well
but he couldn't resist
the smell of dung
even if it is kilometers
away
there is simply this
obsession for
cow dung
and he begins
to salivate even
for the word
dung

and for so many nights
he prayed
that his mind-set be
changed
so that he can prefer
steak
medium rare
than watery cow
dung

life has its own
idiosyncrasies for
he prefers dung
than barbecue
despite his
genius for good
food

and so
not to deprive
himself of what he
really loves
in his whole life
he eats cow dung
stores them in his
refrigerator

and eats cow dung
regularly
savoring every
fiber and enjoying
that rotten
sticky smell of
rotten grass
and leaves or
hay

how he wishes
that the shrink can
teach him to hate
dung
but this never
happened
he never referred
the matter
somehow
for fear of information
leaks
for modesty aside
he is
a great man
in his field of
endeavor

no one knows this

this is his secret
and i have known this
only about a year & a half
after he died

when i found his
black diary hidden
under the
old creaky bed
because it
smells dung
itself
in his
luxurious house
beside
a river

you know him
he is one of the greatest men
in our history
a philosopher
writer
philanthropist
scient ist
artist
sculptor
a genius
who ate cow dung
all his life

well adored by history
a hero for all humanity
the Renaissance man
as they dub him to be
the man who ate
and secretly loved cow
dung all this life

do not bother
let us keep his greatness
history is always right
do not argue

great men
revered the cow
ate cow dung
and become
famous
throughout the life
of history

their names
written in the pages of books
like sticky
piece of dung
but shits
unknown

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Edge Of Darkness

We stand on the edge of darkness
with the challenges we face
one wrong step and we fall
into the dark abyss.
Our decisions must be guarded
in case of a mistake we make
as we travel on life’s journey
walking the narrow paths
between our heaven and hell.

14 April 2011

poem by David Harris
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Why Do We Need Now To Be Remembered

WHY DO WE NEED NOW TO BE REMEMBERED

Why do we need now to be remembered
When we will not know this?
Why do we want so much
To be thought of
After we have disappeared?
What is this need in us to continue to be
In the minds of others
When we will not be here anymore?

Heaven is for the Good,
But Poets want Immortality
On Earth.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Astronaut

Eyes can't Imagine whats there,
deep in that open space,
so why we travel lightly? ,
when we could have the best,
now looking to mars,
If aliens exist what would we do? ,
keep fooling around(might not be a world) ,
cause we destroying minds to foolishness,
I want to be a astronaut,
travel a million miles away,
so then they can't find me,
pluto look like pluto on show,
second world like second mention,
so my new job makes good money,
to support her & children,
on my could toes(steping on the moon) ,
it is peaceful lookin down to earth,
stars gather like astro,
we can always take it slow,
like a astronaut i'm flying,
feel free in my mind.

poem by Tommy Laster
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C-ya!

Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.

Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?

You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!

You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!

C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destined For Glory

Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
a man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead
Born on the run by the sign of the sun
A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one
His name's been cursed, he is bound to fail
A wandering spirit with the will to prevail
By the sign of the moon,
he swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
He still can recall his father's words
"Don't loose your faith, let your voice be heard"
Echoes from the past will lead him on
By these words of honor, shine like the sun
By the sign of the moon
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
The prophecies spoke of a wandering man
Skilled with steel, black as the night
Normally veiled from the mortal eyes
His hammer arose like a magic force
With a gaze that turned everything into stone
the warrior spoke, "I am the one"
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all

song performed by by Hammerfall
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Jacobs Ladder

I met a fan dancer
Down in south side birmingham
She was running from a fat man
Selling salvation in his hand
Now hes trying to save me
Well Im doing alright the best that I can
Just another fallen angel
Trying to get through the night
Step by step, one by one, higher and higher
Step by step, rung by rung climbing jacobs ladder
Coming over the airwaves
The man says Im overdue
Sing along, send some money
Join the chosen few
Well mister Im not in a hurry
And I dont want to be like you
And all I want from tomorrow
Is to get it better than today
Step by step, one by one, higher and higher
Step by step, rung by rung climbing jacobs ladder

song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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