Upon Recommendation
They elected to become better coons.
And with their masks fixed...
For employment purposes and cocktail mixes.
To prove they were worthy and skilled,
At mastering diversed appointed tasks...
If asked and obeyed.
Sometimes against their high paid wills!
Although a dignity of identity,
Had cheapened,
With temptations that weakened!
They were still comforted in knowing,
Their subservience was awarded well...
And welcomed,
By the liking of their peers!
Who supressed their images too...
Upon recommendation!
And trained to flaunt their 'arrivals'
With the best of etiquette,
To diminish 'hints' of ghetto traces.
Then 'introduced' for acceptable appearances!
After a series of planting well placed kisses!
On butts...
Of course!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept As Traps To Distract
When one grows up in the land of demons,
And knowing them for who they are...
It is always a struggle from the start,
To break free from their deceptions.
Since they will try to convince others they know you...
To keep subservience in the way.
And their ideals kept as traps to distract,
From their true identity.
But those who see clear through this...
Are not addicted to any of it!
And keep their missions to seek truth...
Real!
'Why do you keep re-enforcing this vision? '
To keep myself from falling to sleep.
And lulled back into an acceptable darkness.
'But we all have come from darkness.'
I'm speaking of the mind!
Not of body.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Addressing An Acceptable Etiquette
Those who consciously take steps,
To affect the progress of others...
With a hopeful diminishing of an influence,
Do not openly express regret.
Or the nights they spend tossing,
In a sleeplessness...
Haunted by the evil visions,
Of their own incompetence exquisitely dressed....
For effective impressions.
But then...
When invitations to attend social events come in,
They arrive fashionably late...
Hoping to share their pretensions,
With others of the same mindset...
Who too embellish behind fixed smiles,
Attached to masks...
Scented with alcoholic beverages on their breaths,
While addressing an acceptable etiquette.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daily Appetizers
The best way to generate an interest,
With a focus fixed on an enemy.
Is to create one.
With bits that are fed in doses that increase.
Division, chaos and promoted conflicts,
Have proven there are those...
Who are skilled with unquestionable expertise,
In fields to undermine the advantages of peace.
And the best are solicited, hired and paid,
To ensure fear and hatred are daily appetizers.
With many becoming more unafraid,
To go beyond their temptations to nibble and taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Steal Away
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
We still ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
I've been thinkin lately baby
Maybe we should layin tonight
I would ?? paper was crazy
Music if is wrong I feel this right
Maybe we can make sweet love
Cause I know we feel so good
And more of two we escape this pressure
You know what? We should
Steal away
song performed by by Mary J Blige from No More Drama
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Tongue Butcherings
I've never thought of it endearing,
To undermine someone else.
With an assassination done to defame...
Is a sickness that should not be welcomed.
But those who do this to themselves,
See this as a comradery.
And those tongue butcherings shared...
Are accustomed activities to prove they care!
It's all a sick inflicted illness taught.
And accepted by those,
Who have an absence of dignity...
That has been 'freed' of a sense of identity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Employment Goals Seek Attain Dreams
employment gives us options
employment creates opportunities
employment enhances meetings
employment demands responsibilities
employment provides relative incomes
employment pays plan budget bills
employment advocates option savings
employment allows stepping stones
employment wisdom attains rewards
employment goals seek attain dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stuff We Can't Have
Canadian binding referendums are completely forbidden,
Our pompous politicians don't want to be overridden,
Just like death-with-dignity; we're going nowhere soon,
Politicians are too busy in their private party commune.
We never have a plebiscite and can't have propositions,
Our politicians are busy on various appointed commissions,
No proportional representation or compulsory voting for all,
And secret-list appointees will make the death-with-dignity call.
Appointed senators fill the Senate but none were elected,
Can't point the finger because this system is protected,
And Trudeau wrote the Charter for EVERYONE everywhere,
His son Justin now wants to lead the Liberals and compare.
poem by James Bredin
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Identity Of I
Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify
poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Abolish Appointed Canadian Senate Mar 8th 2011
Politicians want to abolish our appointed Senate now,
An appointed aristocracy that’s too much to allow,
An expensive establishment that we could do without,
But this could or might cause large-scale bureaucratic freak out.
Some say the Senate is a sacred place of sober second thought,
While others, when they hear this, they become very distraught,
An appointed Senate they say is a sign of no democracy,
They are not elected while we are forced to accept aristocracy.
Senators should be elected they say - they are not sacred cows,
There is no leadership there and none has ever been allowed,
Are we bogged down in an ancient system that can’t be changed?
No referendums or proportional representation – strange.
MAR 8TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Abolish Appointed Canadian Senate Mar 6th,2011
Politicians want to abolish our appointed Senate now,
An appointed aristocracy that’s too much to allow,
An expensive establishment that we could do without,
But this could or might cause large-scale bureaucratic freak out.
Some say the Senate is a sacred place of sober second thought,
While others, when they hear this, they become very distraught,
An appointed Senate they say is a sign of no democracy,
They are not elected while we are forced to accept aristocracy.
Senators should be elected they say - they are not sacred cows,
There is no leadership there and none has ever been allowed,
Are we bogged down in an ancient system that can’t be changed?
No referendums or proportional representation – strange.
MAR 6TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Nasty Ghetto
I was looking for love
In all the right places
He was flirting with me
And Lord I had to flirt back
And I fell in love
Right there on the dance floor, yeah
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He turned my frown right upside down yeah
He was looking so fine I had to say 'baby get in line' yeah
The beat was jumping and his hands were moving along me yeah
But baby don't you know that I know you ain't got it like that
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
Come on pretty baby can't you hear what I say
You gotta like it like that, liking my way
Come on pretty baby can't you hear what I say
You gotta like it like that, liking my way
I was searching for love, ooh
In all the right places
He was staring at me
I found myself staring right back yeah
And I fell in love
Right there on the dance floor, yeah
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
(That you like it like that, that, that, that...)
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
He got caught in a nasty ghetto
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
But baby don't you know that I know that you like it like that
song performed by by Sugababes
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The Month Of Re-Enforcing Stereotypes Has Arrived
The month of re-enforcing stereotypes has arrived.
With a naming of a few who broke away from them,
To remind others they too have the same potential...
If they embraced discipline, devotion and a work ethic.
It's the month of re-enforcing stereotypes.
And folks who have waited to use the words 'niggers'
'coons', 'jungle bunnies' and other degrading references...
Depicting people of color,
Can do so to say they are celebrating bondage.
Since...
Isn't that the purpose?
To keep people reminded of their slave mentalities.
OR like some folks like to address their 'connections' as...
Keeping themselves down to Earth.
And...
With much assistance,
What a good job people have done...
To prove a legacy of ignorance can have its visual benefits,
For all who are determined to keep stereotypes alive.
Note:
Are these images subtle? Not anymore. In fact depictions of
ignorance 'are celebrated where I live in Hartford, Connecticut.
And thought to be 'cute' by those totally absent of identity.
When a picture from Kemble's Coons (Authored by Edward Windsor Kemble)
shows a coon with a naked black child sitting high in a tree,
eating on an ear of corn, and I know this reflects the mindset of the people...
this picture released and shown to begin celebrating Black History Month,
can be upsetting. ESPECIALLY when there is no acknowledgement, whatsoever,
of Jimmy Brown who was the first Black President of The Hartford Board of Education.
AND those who are 'celebrating' those deeds of black folks in this 'town'...
Have no idea who he is.
'Is 'this' poetry? Is 'this' a slice of life? Yes, it is. A poetic flowing of an intention! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left Evidence
There is a risk one takes,
In knowing oneself.
And to have self assurance,
WITH an identity one exposes to flaunt...
From a pride undaunted.
Clearly a decision one has made,
Not to be afraid.
This is a brave thing to do,
Amongst those who have no clue...
As to who they are without a reason,
Or a purpose to exist.
Yet to yield to others' wishes,
They can not resist.
It is almost as if they had been hypnotized.
Or confined within minds...
Conditioned to accept and believe,
Who they are is insignificant.
And this they show,
With a wish to prove it true...
To leave no doubting of the left evidence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing others is intelligence knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength, mastering yourself is true power.
In Acceptable Bondage
They find themselves in acceptable bondage.
Feeling complete and shackled,
With a dignity and pride...
Only money and the absence,
Of an identity can buy!
Trapped by things that can not touch them back!
However...
They have secured their place,
With the best of those achieving...
The heights of a nothingness to offer!
And 'that' they believe...
Will leave a mark of success,
That feeds others best!
Their accomplishments will go down,
In a history that has already been forgotten.
But who cares?
They did prove without question,
They and they alone...
Can and did live well!
Without a documented fact,
That they ever lived at all!
Just produced.
An array of discretions...
To sustain an influx,
Of their own seductions.
And this did not require an insight,
To inspire!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few and Far Between
Preferring subservience,
Over self determination...
Feeds those begging,
To be seen with appetites...
Under spotlight.
Telling tales of struggles.
For a fee paid!
During the short celebrated days,
Of Black History Month.
An enhancement done,
Of an identity with committment...
Ignoring and resisting resentment,
Takes self assurance.
And a freedom felt...
No one can deny,
By the raising of an eyebrow.
Feared by those wishing to please,
And entertain as appointed.
Commissioned to deliver,
Minutes of guilt freeing reflections.
But those who are aware and know themselves,
With minds untethered or locked in chains...
Pierce through empty promises,
To be acknowledge when these attractions dim.
Goldleaf wishes to adorn 'wings'
In a glorified afterlife with a halo glowed...
May be in the eyes of those,
Hoping to gain favor.
However...
Those who do not 'trip' like this.
And not conflicted as to who they are...
Are few,
And far...
Between!
Those who are aware and know themselves...
Do not need these scenes,
To manifest their ambitions to reach for greatness,
Beyond the limits of staged sterotypes.
OR delight in such paid performances...
To then select from donated boxed meals.
'If you are going to feed me 'anything'...
Feed me your respect! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undress me! ! ! ! !
Living under a cover
Hiding me.....
Undress my emotions
I want to break free
The inside clown
Long left the stage
Under his mask
A human disguised
Friend, foe or love
This human decides
Changes identity
Changes faces
Amidst the crowd
Masks to change
How do i select? ? ?
When i've lost the clown......
Humans are not unique
Indeed not
Carrying their masks along
Identical and fake
My lost identity
Glued with masks
Shed me off this burden
Undress me
Undress me............
poem by Royston Serrao
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Dignity
Dignity is what we want,
As human beings on this earth;
Dignity is what we can’t,
Give up anyway since birth.
Dignity is innate right,
God has bestowed man, He made;
Dignity is cause to fight
When employees get under-paid.
Dignity, all need always
At home, at school and one’s work-place;
Dignity for human race,
Men must guarantee all days.
Dignity in livelihood,
Receive should all citizens;
Dignity in dying too,
World must assure everyone.
Dignity is what we need
In life on earth and when we die;
Dignity is good indeed
For creatures born under the sky.
Dignity for man and beast
Is a must for all, west / east;
Dignity for anyone
Shouldn’t be denied, any time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-2006
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Elected (live)
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm a yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
The kids need a savior, they don't want a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected
I wanna be selected
I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I have to get the votes, I told you about school
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Hallelujah
I wanna be selected, come on
Ooh yeah
We're gonna rock this place, take the country by storm
I wanna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected, oh, oh, come on
This time
song performed by by Def Leppard
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What Is It They Should Feel
I never 'thought' to be me.
I always knew 'me'.
And I was...
Me.
Clearly defined.
And did not mind in my own mind...
That was mine,
The acceptance.
I've been cool with it.
It's a relationship I'm glad I did not miss.
However...
I never knew some pretended,
To be a 'them' they were not.
I was shocked!
Until I saw them in and out of pretensions.
They introduced with familiar shallowness.
And that with not knowing 'who' they are...
Has left what it is they should have been,
Unknown.
And that is why they have no identity.
None that goes recognized or used,
To provide them comfort.
They seem so unrelaxed and 'staged'.
They are simply non-entities.
Seeking to be unified,
By a commonness they see...
But no one feels or can relate,
What it is they should feel.
It is a desperation to save themselves.
From themselves.
But from what?
And to what depths 'that' is kept real?
Depends on 'who' and what they determine,
Is impressed by a falsity imposed.
And how severe the conditioning process,
Has been.
But then again...
I do suppose,
They have somewhere to go...
To induce 'some' kind of reality,
That frees them of their masks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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