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Uplifting Ideals Fogged By Realities

Any awakening called upon...
For others to do that,
To happened?
With an awaited expectation?
Has 'Sacrificial' worn somewhere,
Attached or printed.
And is easily seen!

This awakening into bliss,
Is not going to happen.
And that is as positive,
As it is going to get!

Generations of chickens,
Have been fed corn.
And they cluck for more.
That's all they know!

And those persistent...
With uplifting ideals fogged by realities,
Wishing this to be seen as wished?
Is equivalent to videotaping one's favorite pet...
Graduating from Yale with honors.
And that's...
After securing a Doctorate from Harvard.

And 'someone' somewhere,
Is going to admit to doing this!
Hoping to get a look of approving shock.

'You know...
I've always known Winston to be a smart animal,
But my goodness.
What a tremendous achievement.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You look at the whole Human Rights questions, I happened to be there at just the right time when the country was awakening - this goes to the first question you asked - the whole country was awakening to a hundred years of injustice that hadn't been resolved yet.

quote by Birch Bayh
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Awakening Means....

awakening means....
i can hear you!
i can see you!
i can taste you!
i can feel you!

i breathe in our suffering,
i breathe out our freedom.

awakening means...
no need for a name!
no need for possessions.
no need to conquer!
no need to convert!

i breathe in our humanity,
i breathe out our equality.

awakening means....
i cannot help but care!
i am already involved.
i am immersed and drenched.
i have countless forms.

i breathe in our common labor,
i breathe out our sacred journey.

awakening means...
the journey is the destination.
we are the journey.
we are the destination!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Embarrasses Immediately Upon Recognition

I hear the selfishness.
The feeding of greed seen.
And observe I do,
The self righteous obsessiveness.

And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
Without feeling the guilt,
Of a mind that has been programmed to betray.
Prior to being shakened abruptly awake.

And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yale is a crucible in American life for the accommodation of intellectual achievement, of wisdom, of refinement, with the democratic ideals of openness, of social justice and of equal opportunity.

quote by Benno C. Schmidt, Jr.
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Harvard Crimson

Harvard..
crimson with the blood of hundreds of millions of animals
dead in their underground vivisection labs
Harvard crimson, as the US university with the largest endowment,
invested in war, animal and fish flesh, factory farms, killer drugs
Harvard crimson, with the dollars it has stolen from the US poor.

Harvard which lost prion discoverer Stanley Prusiner, who was tired
of the university's animal flesh investments putting his research on
the back burner.

Harvard economists, destabilizers of the Russian economy

Harvard, driving the poor out of their homes, paying $4000 in the 70's
for homes in surrounding neighborhoods

Harvard, way behind Oberlin in ending exclusion of women and African
Americans

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Boston is the vivisection capital of the US, and Harvard receives more
vivisection dollars than any other university.

poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Explorations: XX

'green leaves turn yellow'
life's course defined
once again!

your love
weaves flowing silk
i drape in

each awakening
a resurrection; each morning
an awakening

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Hypnotism At Its Best

Some will say,
There is no magic...
In the tragedy of things.
However...
I beg to differ with this assessment.
Yes!

It seems that the tragedy has occurred,
Under the noses of everyone.
And no one will admit to noticing anything.
If that is not magic,
I don't know what else is.

And to have everyone awakening,
To what has been there staring in their faces.
Declaring they did not see what has been observed?
While others they have shunned to ostracize,
Have been pointing these observations out for years?
This is hypnotism at its best as seen reflected.

And 'now' people are protesting,
What they had digested to accept.
To declare themselves unwilling victims?
Who amongst 'them' has implemented this brilliance?
And...
To get everyone's focus on pointless rascist issues?

Tragic has been this magic.
Brilliant in its deception.
And hypnotism at its best.
Now will those awakening take steps,
To mend to heal from their self inflicted wounds?
Or...
Will they continue to accuse each other for being human?
Once this has been noticed to be seen.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cinderella’s Slipper Trail

Now Cinderella had lost her fella; this-, of course, was her unfaithful dad.
Many bad things can happen, in life, without a 'family launching pad.'
Those dreaded wicked step-kin, sadly came in, bossing her night-and-day.
Still, she had good memories and serenely read 'her rainy days away.'

Developing herself from within, she grew to be smart and so wise…
Quite unimpressed when the Prince pranced by, as also did a few other guys.
Ashamed of her lot, being servant to those of her house, and their games,
She disguised her true-self, til true-love 'and the right-time' had its frame.

One day, while dreaming, her house split and she fell into a parallel world of two.
Thus, her house had fallen down on her foes; leaving glimmering bright red shoes.
These shoes were made for walking, an angel said that day; leading to a new-way!
Awakening, her wicked kin gone, those shoes remained “to never lead her astray.”

Was the power in shoes, or in her positive view to love, that she could now sing?
Those shoes were easily seen in the dark forest; even by some Princely King.
So the moral to this story, is simply, never underestimate the power of new shoes;
Nor a Love, through some familiar path, in a lone dark forest, with dreams of two…

poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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The Keeping Up Of Appearances

The return of long missed realities,
Has made the waiting for them...
As crisp as fresh air wished,
By those who had wondered...
Whatever happened to those Joneses,
Who once lived a few doors away.
But had to move.

Since the making of impressions,
They could no longer afford.
And those who chose to live basically,
Can now ignore the foolishness...
Of the keeping up of appearances,
My neighborbors are now eager to admit...
They too had difficulty trying to do it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Ego Involved

I think I will approach my 'main' interests,
A little bit differently.

'How's that? '

I am going to pretend, publicly...
I have a wish to do one thing,
But sacrifice my time and efforts...
Doing what I love which no one suspects.
And achieve secretly,
Tremendous success.

'That will never happen.'

Why not?

'Because that kind of success,
For you...
Has not happened yet.'

Oh?
I did say 'secretly'.
And secrets revealed slowly to uncover,
Are the best ones to discover.

'You think so, huh?
And how is that? '

By words.
Words expressed,
Coming out of the mouths of others.
Disappointed by the lack of bragging attached.

'And IF that should happen,
That is the best kind of success to achieve.'

I know.
There is no ego involved to detect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It's Wanted

Make it wished,
To make it happen.
Do that now!
And don't forget.

Make it wished,
To make it happen.
Do that now!
And don't forget.

Make it wished,
with a doing.
And don't dismiss,
The time you get.

Many waste their minds and time,
Hoping for things.
And they do nothing,
To make them happen.

Many think that if they sit,
Their dreams will appear.
And nothing comes...
But lots of napping.

It it's wanted,
You will get.
But it takes more,
Than just a wish.

If it's wanted,
You will get.
And if it's wanted,
Don't just sit...
To wish for it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon a wishing star…

Upon a wishing star…
I wished for you.
Upon a wishing star,
I wish happiness to you.
Upon a wishing star
I wish to never see you sad
Upon a wishing star
I wished to see your smile…
Wishing and wishing, I closed my eyes.
Opening them I saw the falling star…
Falling from the black sky to
the open arms of the beautiful earth
Just like you would come to me.
That much I know…
Because my heart says so..
That our love is meant to be
And you would come to me…

poem by Kirti Iyer
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The Higher Education

(Harvard's prestige in football is a leading factor. The best players in the leading preparatory schools prefer to study at Cambridge, where they can earn fame on the gridiron. They do not care to be identified with Yale and Princeton.--JOE VILA in the Evening Sun.)

"Father," began the growing youth,
"Your pleading finds me deaf;
Although I know you speak the truth
About the course at Shef.
But think you that I have no pride,
To follow such a trail?
I cannot be identified
With Princeton or with Yale."

"Father," began another lad,
Emerging from his prep;
"I know you are a Princeton grad,
But the coaches have no pep.
But though the Princeton profs provide
Fine courses to inhale;
I cannot be identified
With Princeton or with Yale."

"I know," he said, "that Learning helps
A lot of growing chaps;
That Yale has William Lyon Phelps,
And Princeton Edward Capps.
But while, within the Football Guide,
The Haughton hosts prevail,
I cannot be identified
With Princeton or with Yale."

poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Much More Work to Do

Why are those chickens running around,
And their heads have been cut off?

'They've been conditioned that they are not chickens.
They've been programmed to believe they are constituents.
And that's the name they prefer.
It has stuck with them!
Like feathers attached to birds.'

You are what you believe, you know?

'I know!
And those heads?
They've never used them anyway.
So the running around,
With their heads cut off the way they do?
They've been told only 'chickens' do that!
And as luck would have it...
They can't see themselves that way!
No heads?
No eyes!

What about all those pots you've got?

'Well...
We've been promising to get one in each pot!
And that's the dilemma.
Like I said...
They can't 'see' themselves as chickens.
Nor do they believe,
We can get one in each pot!
So they are running around...
As if a lottery to be played,
Will be stopped.

And...
I don't have to tell you,
There's a lot of convincing.
With much more work to do.
None of this was planned too well.'

Or at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I received an honorary doctorate for my work. Maybe one of these works is considered the equivalent of a Ph.D.

quote by Iris Chang
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The Best Of Images That Represent

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prenayavarnam

‘Returns of many days’,
my dear, you averred
on July eighth day
when my Bharany starred.

I am not the first you wished.
You are not the first who wished.
Yet, a lot I’ve been charged with
As it is the first ever
From you to me, dear.

It is the boon awaited,
That you had granted
To meet my expectation.

It is the love you tongued,
Tearing your coyness
Without any compunction.

It is the key that opened
The gerpegreha of the Goddess
In the Mandir to my propitiation.

It sounds like a prenava-mantram,
Resonating a prenaya-varnam
From your prenava-illam.
08.07.99,

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It might be said now that I have the best of both worlds. A Harvard education and a Yale degree.

quote by John F. Kennedy
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A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.

quote by Herman Melville
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Minnie And Mattie

Minnie and Mattie
And fat little May,
Out in the country,
Spending a day.
Such a bright day,
With the sun glowing,
And the trees half in leaf,
And the grass growing.
Pinky white pigling
Squeals through his snout,
Woolly white lambkin
Frisks all about.
Cluck! cluck! the nursing hen
Summons her folk, -
Ducklings all downy soft
Yellow as yolk.
Cluck! cluck! the mother hen
Summons her chickens
To peck the dainty bits
Found in her pickings.
Minnie and Mattie
And May carry posies,
Half of sweet violets,
Half of primroses.
Give the sun time enough,
Glowing and glowing,
He'll rouse the roses
And bring them blowing.
Don't wait for roses
Losing to-day,
O Minnie, Mattie,
And wise little May.
Violets and primroses
Blossom to-day
For Minnie and Mattie
And fat little May.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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