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To Trap Unsuspecting Flies

People only listen,
When their ears are prepared to hear.
And their minds are ready to receive,
Useful and needed information...
Without interfering with misinformed signals.

Prior to that...
Their mouths are open,
For the most part...
To eat on treats and to trap,
Unsuspecting flies!

And lies?
Well...
There is a process called maturity,
That eliminates the encouragement...
For them to be told with innocent eyes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Don't From Them Leave!

When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Lies And Deceit

Eyes of the innocent
Lies of the guilty
float around like loose atoms
Ready to collide
Ready to explode in my mind

False confessions
To tie in with lies,
lies of the witnesses
So they don't have to hide

Will they ever come forward
and say it was all a lie
Or will they
Let the innocent people die
In their life lies and deceit

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Change The World?

do you know what
will really change the world?
when we learn how to listen...
not just with our ears,
but with our minds,
with our hearts,
with eyes that have seen,
and known...
and so can see
our selves in others!
listen...
with compassion...
without condemnation,
or judgement.
with silence,
no need to correct,
or give advice.
with our hands,
open and willing to help.
with our feet,
ready to walk beside!
to listen...
as if to the sound
of our own hearts beating...
to listen,
and to understand!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Great Listening Act Part 2

I don’t want to understand
I don’t want to listen
But I hear it anyway
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to listen
But I hear it anyway
Words are jumping wild
Like a sudden flood

I don’t want to promise
I don’t want to listen
But I hear it anyway
I don’t want to consider
I don’t want to listen
But I hear it anyway
Why can I erase that mud
That covered my heart

I don’t want to think
I don’t want to listen
But I hear it anyway
I don’t want to care
I don’t want to listen
But I hear it anyway
I always fall to the trap you made
And play with my sympathy

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Billy Joel's Innocent Man

(for a friend somewhere, i am dedicating this song)

Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie
I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above
Making up for the love
You've been denying you could ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith if I can
Some people see through the eyes of the old
Before they ever get a look at the young
I'm only willing to hear you cry
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
Some people say they will never believe
Another promise they hear in the dark
Because they only remember too well
They heard somebody tell them before
Some people sleep all alone every night
Instead of taking a lover to bed
Some people find that it's easier to hate
Than to wait anymore
I know you don't want to hear what I say
I know you're gonna keep turning away
But I've been there and if I can survive
I can keep you alive
I'm not above going through it again
I've not above being cool for a while
If you're cruel to me
I'll understand
Some people run from a possible fight
Some people figure they can never win
And although this is a fight I can lose
The accused is an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
An innocent man
You know you only hurt yourself out of spite
I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight
That's your decision
But I'm not below
Anybody I know
If there's a chance of resurrecting a love
I'm not above going back to the start
To find out where the heartache began
Some people hope for a miracle cure
Some people just accept the world as it is
But I'm not willing to lay down and die
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes
I am
An innocent man

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Ears - My Eyes

My ears are my eyes because I am blind.
When I cross the street I listen for the sound of cars braking.
My ears are my eyes.
When I enter a room I tap my cane onto the floor and listen for the distance the echo travel to know how far I am away from someone else. My ears are my eyes.
I may never physical see the beauty of a spring day, but when I hear the birds are chirping, bikes constantly peddling by and lovers saying I love you. I know it is a beautiful spring day. I may be blind but I still see my ears are my eyes.

Note: No I am not blind myself but I know several people who are and this is me letting the rest of the world how they see through my poetry.

poem by Lore Me34
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Is Time a Healer?

Too many lies have reached my ears.
They say time erases the tears.
But I have found this is not true
for pain is with me through and through.
I miss him at the break of day
and still hear people say.
'Time is a healer. You will see.'
but all it does is create memory.

Reminders are in the smell of the air.
I breathe it in on days so fair.
I hear a song that takes me back
to distant times and I overreact.
My heart is stricken and cannot heal.
It's lost its power to even feel.
I will not listen to anyone's lies.
I'll close my ears and shut my eyes
and pray for memories to recede.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ready To Go Home

On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again

song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Why Can't You Listen?

Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen.
Listen.

Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen.
Listen.

Why do you call Me?
Why do you say you're alone?
You wish for Me to appear.
And yet when I'M near.
Your closed ears wont hear Me!

Why do you pray to Me?
Master I Am of your World.
I'M with you there silently.
But you will not see...
Everything that is Me!

One I Am and only One!
Maker of your Moon, Stars and Sun.
All things on Earth that is there...
Is there if you ask,
But your faith does not last!

Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen.
Listen.

Why do you call Me?
Why do you say you're alone?
You wish for Me to appear.
And yet when I'M near.
Your closed ears wont hear.
A word.

Why can't you listen?
Why can't you hear words from Me?
Why can't you sit and just be...
To listen to Me.
Listen...
And let Me in!

'Father...
Clear my mind of these obstacles! '

I'M trying!
But you wish it 'your' way.
And not the way MY way is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Interests Have Changed

All of this time,
You knew you had information...
That could have provided me with benefits.
And you never mention this once,
Knowing I would advantage from it.
Why?

'I tried with many attempts.
Remember when you told me,
My interests were not of your concern? '

But why didn't you insist,
I close my mouth and open my ears to listen?

'Remember when you told me,
My interests were not of your concern?
And when I insisted that you listen...
On me your back you turned.
And for weeks,
You refused to say a thing to me?

And the last time I saw you standing on the street,
You told me I aggravated you!
And loudly exclaimed I interferred with your view.'

But I had not known,
Your interests were to my benefit.

'Now you do but guess what? '

What?

'My interests have changed.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Telling Lies

You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.

You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.

You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.

You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.

You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.

You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.

You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.

You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.

Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Are You Ready?

Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?

song performed by by Devo
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Covered Eyes

on covered eyes
amidst the darkness

moonless and
starless

on that quiet patch
of thick grass

we see much better
our ears sharper

our minds
more open

our mouths gaping
our skins sweating

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Referees?

I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?

And then there are those,
Who say they're always prepared.
If it doesn't come,
Whatever they are prepared for...
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?

'Just in case! '

Just in case?
Just in case of what?
Someone discovering,
They are a descendant of Mother Goose?
And the shoe they all lived in...
Was found to sit on an oil field?
And they have inherited wealth?

I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?

I was told as a child to always do my best.
Because you never know...
What's going to happen.
And have clean underwear on!

The clean underwear I understand.
The rest of that I don't!
What's going to happen?
An 'accident'?
Well...
There goes the clean underwear theory!

What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
For whose benefit?
And when you are ready to deliver...
Will what you have prepared,
Be suitable for anyone's taste that is declared?
Suppose you know you have been ready.
And 'they' don't care how much you 'suppose'.
Who referees?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm gonna tell you

I’m gonna tell you
By: Jean Pullman

I am sick and tired of people walking all over me
As if I’m a doormat where you wipe your feet
I’m through with being walked on
I’m done with saying nothing’s wrong

CHORUS
I’m gonna tell you this once I ain’t gonna say this twice
If your smart, your ears will open and you’ll meet my eyes
Im gonna tell you the truth
I gonna tell you what I’ll do
If you don’t listen then I’ll beat the shit out of you.

I hate this feeling that you cause
If you’re not careful I’ll shred your face with my claws
So you might want to pay close attention
It’s on behalf of your life’s suspension
No more bullshit, only reality
No more of you just fucking around with me.

CHORUS
I’m gonna tell you this once I ain’t gonna say this twice
If your smart, your ears will open and you’ll meet my eyes
Im gonna tell you the truth
I gonna tell you what I’ll do
If you don’t listen then I’ll beat the shit out of you.

I am done and I hope you listened
Cause now my blood starts to thicken
I will read your eyes
And tell you all your white lies
But now I’ll let you go
Into a world you’ll never know.

poem by Jean Pullman
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Telling Me Lies

They say a womans a fool for weeping
A fool to break her own heart
But I cant hold the secret Im keeping
Im breaking apart
Cant seem to mind my own business
Whatever I try turns out wrong
I seem like my own false witness
And I cant go on
I cover my ears, I close my eyes
Still hear your voice and its telling me lies
Telling me lies
You told me you needed my company
And I believed in your flattering ways
You told me you needed me forever
Nearly gave you the rest of my days
Shouldve seen you for what you are
Should never have come back for more
Shouldve locked up all my silver
Brought the key right to your door
Repeat chorus
You dont know what a chance is
Until you have to seize one
You dont know what a man is
Until you have to please one
Dont put your life in the hands of a man
With a face for every season
Dont waste your time in the arms of a man
Whos no stranger to treason
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I Am One Of All Of You

it is when i listen that the grasses
begin to grow again
to make the hills and pastures
those far ones
greener than ever

and women all over
think that i am an excellent lover
hot as Mexican chili
not because of my bottom
but because of my
ears

an elephant does not look that bad
after all
and the one with the widest ears
have become
the favorite of the circus

ah, the lonely people of this world
they do not need ice cream or
coca cola
what they need are blank spaces
where they can spread their woes

the beauticians after all
have outlived the use of shrinks
women go there in those
social parlors
not to have their hairs or nails
fixed and colored
they are there for the needed talk
and the laughter

i was born to listen and i live myself
on that edgeless frames
i listen
i give more space
for guests
i open my heart
to show them that i too
knows how to bleed

and then i changed
i become one with the world
one of those stars
part of the moon's entourage
parcel of emptiness
now filled with
the meaning of purposeful
silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Okay...Where Is The Camera?

I should consider giving you another chance?
Another chance at doing what?
Repeating those chances already given?
With a forgiveness that makes no sense anymore?

Or...
Do you recommend,
I put my own growth process on hold?
To leave it placed,
On a cooling back burner...
Until you decided a maturity,
Comes from experience.
And I am to expect that to cross my threshold?

With something you decide,
Is ready to be told as it unfolds.

You have my reaction filmed,
Don't you?

Okay...
Where is the camera?

I hope you've got acceptable shots of my good side.
Because I feel a fuse,
About to blow up to show my bad side.
And...
I am sure,
You don't want to see that used...
AGAIN!

People like you,
See me as a fool...
Don't you?

You are about as funny as Bugs Bunny.
That charming smile of yours,
Has been fired from my heart...
The moment your eyes tried to disguise,
Your last selection of lies.

No more sandwiches for you will I make,
Loving from the 'frig'.
Get it?
I hope you do.
There is a hint in it for you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Needed Breeze

Tenths of thousands may have eyes but cannot see, even from a closer perspective. Many a people may have ears but cannot hear. Some may have noses but cannot smell, hands but cannot feel. Hundreds may have legs but cannot walk a road. Some take a stroll in life because they are inneed of the needed breeze. A breeze which supplies the needed acumen for rapid transformation. A breeze which expects the unexpected. A breeze which rises as much as it falls. A breeze which thinks of the unthinkable. A breeze which turns misfits into assets, fictions into facts and clichés into indelible says. - Are you inneed of the needed breeze? Many may whisper 'yes' but it takes 'courage' to receive the breeze. Rise-Up...

poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Listen To The Rain

(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen

song performed by by Evanescence
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