Travesty of Brilliance
A travesty that shadows brilliance,
Contorts the showing of it...
In atmospheres where foolishness,
Seems worshipped and condoned.
Those who have a brilliance,
Are made to feel freaks.
Made to feel unusual whatever they do...
And often how they speak.
With a clarity understood!
That is not butchered on the streets.
Are pointed out as smart and/or 'lucky'.
And should move away to succeed.
Since where they live and feel a comfort...
Only disrespect they can expect to receive.
A travesty that shadows brilliance,
Leaves many disadvantaged...
With an unconscious acceptance,
Of a stifling ignorance.
Smothering them and in their decadence.
And...
In many communities where unity is professed...
A preferred association with ignorance,
Many profess as their success.
With a known evidence of it achieved.
To be brilliant and exposed,
Threatens those with insecurities.
Expecially those who are clueless,
With no connection to identity or to what that means.
To achieve mediocrity is a stretch for many!
And for more it is out of reach.
And those who are brilliant in the own communities...
Are treated as if they have leprosy.
OR something that disfigures them to be ostracized,
Shunned and banned.
Ridiculed by minds diseased.
And this travesty of brilliance,
Sweeps across a degraded land!
Showing just what influences.
And how corrupted insecurities...
Can destroy and ruin by command.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brilliance
Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
To make others believe and also be aware...
Of brilliance in their presence.
To stare but gone unshared.
Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
To make others believe and also be aware...
Of brilliance in their presence.
To stare but gone unshared.
'Please.
You have me subdued and I am not use to that.
Who are you someone new with no rules attached?
Is there someone here that can remove this person,
Out of my light?
Come show them their dimming significance,
Is not as brilliant as mine and what they do is not alright.
Not in my light!
Please.
You have me subdued and I am not use to that.
Who are you someone new with no rules attached? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The most ordinary word, when put into place, suddenly acquires brilliance. That is the brilliance with which your images must shine.
quote by Robert Bresson
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Less than precious Stones
Less than precious Stones
I'm so glad you asked
a brilliant question for which
I have a dull answer.
Brilliance has to do
with shine and
dullness with personality.
Like in dimwitted.
A brilliant can be dulled
which makes it less brilliant.
Yet it doesn’t make it
dimwitted. Like some people
are smart but not intelligent
while others are intelligent
but not smart at all. Like how
I'm trying to answer here.
Let’s bet with your polish
you can hone my answer
better than I can lap it.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Nov©2009
AD Something
poem by Alex Nodopaka
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We have magnificent brains, but we use a great deal of our brilliance to keep ourselves stuck and ignorant, to keep ourselves from not shining. We are so afraid of our beauty and radiance and brilliance because it scared the adults around us when we were children.
quote by Patricia Sun
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Fleeting Mind
The brilliance of my fleeting mind
Chimes like voices in foreign caves
It chimes in time - takes me where Im going
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
Believe it when I pin it down
And thats not hard to forget
With my hands upon my knees
You will steal from my fleeting mind
Remember all our words they are just smoke rings in the rain:
Thats just a poem in brilliant places
But poets, they are too grim
They steal like party thieves from crowded rooms
To rhyme their homes with better places
The brilliance of their minds
Will seek with never knowing
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
Believe it when I pin it down
And thats not hard to forget
With my thought like sifting leaves
I believe in my fleeting mind.
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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a Single Light Beam
Behold the Sun’s Brilliance!
Blinding, hot, penetrating
Emanating countless beams
And thee,
A single light beam
Individual, yet connected
Behold thy brilliance!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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What Upsets About His Leadership
What upsets about his leadership?
He is extremely competent.
And many can not get over it.
He had been a novelty in that position.
And elected for his brilliance.
Those who oppose him in the polls...
Are doing their best,
To keep their ignorance and bigotry...
Less exposed.
What upsets about his leadership?
He is extremely competent.
And many can not get over it.
With an announcement of his agenda,
He began to make clean sweeps.
Corruption, greed and gluttony,
Under his command...
'Will' and is going to cease.
With an announcement of his agenda,
He began to make clean sweeps.
This activity has never been witnessed berfore!
A thorough cleaning from ceiling to floor.
He has traumaticized those,
Who had been exclusively fed first.
And now they are shown the exit.
Quicker than expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Over Qualified
Look!
Simply put.
We are needing today,
To stop making reference to brilliance...
Power, strength and entitlements.
We need someone immediately,
That can masquerade an image of toughness.
All that brilliant stuff,
Did absolutely nothing to cover our incompetence.
We have become the laughing stock of our neighbors.
And frankly,
We have no one to date...
That can successfully charade this symbolic idol.
Although many adore our present leader,
He is making us all look like fools.
Even our objections to his correctness,
Has others mocking us better than any Shakespeare play.
Look!
Simply put.
We are needing today,
To stop making reference to brilliance...
Power, strength and entitlements.
We need someone immediately,
That can masquerade an image of toughness.
All that brilliant stuff,
Did absolutely nothing to cover our incompetence.
We have become the laughing stock of our neighbors.
Who else is out there we can blame,
Without exposing too much more of our own ignorance?
We need someone who can text, dance, rap...
Easy on the eye, drinks beer and can play basketball.
'Sir? '
What is it?
'Sir,
That's the leader we already have.
Are you saying he is too over qualified?
And we are the ones in need of getting our acts together? '
If my grandfather was alive,
He'd have the answer.
'Oh.
Your grandfather Moonshine Johnny? '
All I am saying...
Is this,
Those wonderful times are slipping from our hands.
'I think the slipping has been done, sir.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chasing Tales
I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.
How nobel a cause!
But soon I witnessed in disbelief,
Opportunities mentioned...
Were often teased.
By those who would preach publicly,
A need.
Only to see a chasing of tales...
Implemented by deceivers,
Who would discredit the ones sincere.
To ensure defeat they would receive,
With the creation of 'that' made extremely clear.
I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.
How nobel and global!
But an addiction to chasing tales,
Was the only thing meant...
As a permanent reality,
To give all the luxury of time misspent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Mediocrity Knows
If the credit is not given,
To who is due it.
How successful can a creation get?
If those responsible for its origin...
Have been treated with neglect.
Although they are mentioned,
With intentional disrespect.
To achieve for the thieves...
A purpose only mediocrity knows.
Others receive and accept,
As a brilliant reflection of one's best!
And marketed with incredible deception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Up At The Sky
…look up at the sky – Oh, do look up at the sky…look up at the sky that stretches in all directions and wherever one may turn…look up at the sky all above and that falls beyond the end of the visible earth…look up at the sky that stretches beyond one’s vision and look beyond the sky into limitless space…
…see, time and care and the narrowness of one’s conditioning confine one and bends one’s mind – as one’s back is bent, and one’s neck is loaded down; and one’s eyes are fixed to the spotlight-defined meters as one stands one’s ground…Oh, but just look up at the sky…
…look up at the sky in the day and see its deep blue…look up at the sky and see the clouds and the sun, and the brilliance and the lack of limits and confines…look up at the sky in the morning and see the sun rise, and behold its wonder and its colors…look up at the sky at twilight and look at it at night with the moon and the stars and the infinite space that stretches beyond…
…look up at the sky and behold its wonders and splendor and its power… look up at the sky and the space beyond and behold its brilliance and limitlessness…
Oh, look up at the sky and the space beyond – and behold the limitlessness of the mind…behold there the infinite stretch of your mind, of the mind…behold the skies and space, and behold the power and glory and the unconfined, unconditioned freedom and brilliance of your mind and your being, of the unconfined mind and of unconditioned being…
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Wall
I'm woven in a fantasy
I can't believe the things I see
The path that I have chosen
Has led me to a wall
And with each passing day
I feel a little more
Like something dear was lost
It rises now before me
A dark and silent barrier between
All I am
And all that I would ever want to be
It's just a travesty
Towering
Marking off the boundaries my spirit
Would erase
To pass beyond is what I seek
I feel that I may be too weak
And those are few
Who've seen it through
To glimpse the other side
The promised land is waiting
Like a maiden
That is soon to be a bride
The moment is a masterpiece
The weight of indecision's in the air
It's standing there
The symbol and the sum of all that's me
It's just a travesty
Towering
Blocking all the light and blinding me
I want to see
Gold and diamonds cast a spell
It's not for me, I know it well
The treasures that I seek
Are waiting on the other side
There's more that I can measure
In the treasure of the love that I can find
And though it's always been with me
I must tear down the wall and let it be
All I am
And all that I was ever meant to be
In harmony
Shining true and smiling back
At all who wait to cross
There is no more
song performed by by Kansas
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To Allow It To Manifest
Condoning ignorance,
Does not prepare anyone...
To defend against it.
Even those with an abundant wealth of it,
Have not begun to become haunted,
By the error of their foolish ways.
And to have allowed it to manifest,
As an accepted activity to protect...
Will not ever prove to be,
A decision that has made...
The existence of it cost effective.
Since the price of ignorance,
With its after effects expressed...
By the tolerance of a showing of disrespect,
Has already made its appearance...
Weak on dividends expected.
And an investment now so out of reach,
Many now find too expense to sustain...
As a social disbelief now attacking as if a beast,
That has become much too overwhelming to appease.
And yet there are those still wishing to meet,
With time taken to procrastinate in denial.
Feeling that a doing of this showing of a seriousness,
As a useful benefit to click on a few minds too dim.
Much like a suggestion of a gluing of fallen Autumn leaves,
Back onto tree branches from which they fell.
Proposed sacrastically!
But,
Incredibly enough...
There will be many believing that to be a good idea.
An ignorance deep in depths like this,
Is pointless to make attempts to awaken.
A darkness so embedded,
Will never surface to become enlightened.
No matter who has been appointed,
To control the light switch.
The batteries in some heads are dead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Old and Tired Methods
I remembered being 'tagged' smart.
And intelligent.
Not only to make me feel different...
But to 'label' my qualities.
To ensure I was to feel...
A degree of being out of place!
As if an ability to think,
For many of them then...
Was a disease.
No one wanted to catch!
And I was to feel contaminated.
I thank God I didn't listen.
But as a child being stubborn,
I wanted to spread my affliction.
An addiction I had to be totally annoying.
Now that I am much older and wiser,
I think of those who had been afraid...
To be themselves.
Conditioned they were and enslaved.
And creating their own comforting discomforts...
Surrounded by a decadence taught and instilled!
And today,
I see the dismay in urban cities.
I see the decay allowed by those
Who chose ignorance as their way of life,
To live.
Seeking welfare handouts or corporate 'bailouts'
To erase the affects of quick slick greed.
That came to ease the feeding...
Of a pretentious way of life.
Bleeding...
To leave them suffering in strife and sorrow.
On borrowed time and on someone else's fortunes,
They wish to pick over.
These 'traps' are nothing new!
They are just old and tired methods...
To expand the addiction of self indulgence,
At someone's expense!
And refusing a complete overhaul.
And those of 'smart intelligent' are sought now,
To sacrifice their lives lived...
With an empathy and good deeds,
To lift these fools from a collective lazy gluttony.
Even though they may be despised for their efforts,
Brilliance and talents claimed.
They are relied upon to shoulder...
The brunt of darkness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Golden Jewel
Sunprincess
a fiery beauty
who loves
the golden sun
The brilliant jewel
always brings her
happiness and fun
Shines with
more brilliance
more fire
longer
and
brighter
just for
Sunprincess
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Purpose (2-4-6-8-2 Cinquain)
Purpose
The beacon laid
Leads on in brilliance
Goals to reach in every distance
Success!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Some Would Have No Life To Live
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Many sat by and watch this nourish.
And in somes cases,
Encouraged it.
If this affected another race.
And on TV you saw this take place.
With accusations flying...
How 'those' people should be ashamed.
And how 'they' are such a disgrace.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
Many countries wouldn't be what they are,
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelings of Inadequacy
Most of the problems people today face...
Are not tied to economics.
Or financially traced.
Most of those problems are delusion based.
With investments made to escape,
Feelings of inadequacy.
People have been fed deceit.
And it has become part of their lives.
Crime on the rise on urban streets...
Can be attributed more to the feeding,
Of suburban greed!
And the spread of isolated ignorance.
Defended by insecurities.
Those 'us' against 'them' theories used,
As tactics to uplift causes of segregation...
Has degraded the very folks,
Who have provoked their own demise.
With lies seen coming to destroy their dreams,
Emptying into abandoned philosphies once worshipped.
And believing themselves worthy of exclusive gluttony!
Chosing to ostracize those who spoke truth.
And now they are on the pursuit to find escapes.
But the price they have paid,
Has closed those exits!
To leave them crazed.
Praying their visions of an apocalypse,
Is realized.
To afford them purpose, identity and reason...
For their misguided beliefs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If There Is Division
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.
A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be the Sunset
No longer satisfied simply watching the sunset
I feel compelled to stretch fiery fingers of light
across the universe
Radiate red and orange brilliance
Glow and shimmer as diamonds
on a watery palette
Be amazing
Be the sunset
poem by Gainor Ventresco Laney
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