Useless Youth
Many suddenly see it to have been totally foolish.
To create the music for conflict and dance to it.
As nature and everything connected,
Show opposing signs to this...
Mankind is so addicted,
That a crumbling witnessed is viewed as optimistic.
Arguments persist over values long nonexistent.
Immature mindsets can not resist the thrill of it.
This for many has become a habit.
And as generations come and go,
There is a wish not to let certain memories flow.
But are chosen to stay in minds to recapture useless youth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubbornly Affixed
An exhausted horse,
Began to show signs of weakness...
Years ago.
And those who rode it,
Ignored the signs.
They chose to ride it hard...
And its maintenance declined.
The horse slowed and faltered.
Keeled over and died.
Some got off and announced its death.
While others demanded...
A desire to continue their ride.
Many chose to debate the fate of the horse.
As others observed a replacement due.
Some refused to open their eyes...
And denied an immediate and effective rescue.
As a few stood by...
And blocked all attempts.
Even after the horse was buried...
Heated arguments still exist.
With some lamenting...
The return of leadership,
Decades long gone.
And many...
Who have passed these scenes viewed today...
Walk away amazed,
As to how some can stay fixed...
In their ignorant ways.
And stand they do...
Praising the dirt covered roads now paved.
With wishes they could live lives...
Back when their ancestors had plantations!
Back in 'the day'
In times when they all seem to thrive.
Surrounded by the dancing and the smiling done,
By happy and entertaining slaves!
With none refusing to obey.
And stubbornly affixed they are in their minds.
Disregarding the fact...
The year is two thousand and nine!
With a One World Order rule descending,
Upon them.
And a dead horse collecting dust...
With no one ever again to climb.
To show how much an attention given...
Will allow any of them again to shine!
Pathetic are these mindsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nature's warning
When Nature puts food on your plate - you’d better eat.
When Nature pours drink in your glass – you’d better drink
When Nature kicks you hard in the pants to assist
You’d better stay on that course and don’t resist
When things don’t go the way you planned
When women refuse to go for a one night’s stand
Despite the fact that you are good looking and strong
Nature signals that something is very wrong
Nature is a foolish lady you would insist
If I do what I do, I surely shall persist
I am the man, I’m on top of the food’s chain
I conquered the Nature, the Earth, like a king, I rein
All right, when you find yourself in a nasty mess
It will happen sooner than later, I would profess
I am still your mother, to cry I will not refuse
When I see you dead body on the nightly news
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Spewing From Bitter Lips
You must enjoy the burden of that load.
And any hints given to rid yourself from it...
Creates with you,
A defensiveness viewed.
With an addicted wish...
To voice your agonies.
With an offensiveness...
Spewing.
From your bitter lips,
You have chosen to keep bitten.
With an ignited self affliction.
That has been groomed from a habit!
Restricting you to limits.
Inhabiting with a comfort in your mind.
Blinding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a Boast Stayed Boosted
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Eyes on demise!
With fire and brimstone in their sights.
And tantillized by cries of crisis.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And gloom is a boast stayed boosted.
That feeds upon such limitness,
Of those who love it on their minds and lips.
And...
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And giving up more attitude...
To those who view them useless,
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And ready to be roosters noosed...
Plucked to be served after roasting,
With a juice or good brew!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing is given to man on earth - struggle is built into the nature of life, and conflict is possible - the hero is the man who lets no obstacle prevent him from pursuing the values he has chosen.
quote by Andrew Bernstein
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Until That Day
War visits
too many places
traces blood markings
upon too many generations
War arrives
as old men decide
just where and when
to send young men to die
War leaves
too many faces
wearing traces of scars
which worm their way inward
then persist to endure as long as men live
because old men required young men should give
greater share than their bodies and minds had to spare
War will persist
as long as old men insist
So will war visit, again and again
Till the day young men decide it must end
and turn their guns instead - on those old men
poem by Mary Havran
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They Remember
What makes you say you are more qualified,
To represent the needs of the people.
With a connected understanding,
That makes them unquestion your experiences...
Free to erase from them any doubt,
About your commitment.
'Well...
All of those you now hear cheering me on,
Behind us?
Every one of them has had opportunity,
To drag me through the coals.
Objecting to my outspoken comments,
Regarding the decline of their quality of life.
And that was a few years ago,
When they were quick to label...
Those opposing,
As crazy mixed up nonconformist maverick.
And today?
Not only have their minds changed...
Reality from them is no longer distant.
Believe themselves too,
To be totally out of their minds.
And they remember,
Who it was unafraid to tell them that!
You can say,
They have found their own way...
And without me,
To see themselves...
More looney than I can possibly be.
And they have faith,
I will not abandon them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caged Prisoners
They take a vote to decide,
Whether or not they should move forward?
And another to decide if they should abandon,
Those limitations of thought and the process of it!
This may seem ludicrous...
But people like this actually exist!
They think of themselves as being progressive...
With an exactness,
Even caged prisoners would petition against.
And despise they do,
Those who protest their degraded quality of life.
They prefer that such issues be kept quiet...
And not attract attention.
Lessons received from their ancestors.
With content and comprehension...
Has been released and is nonexistent!
And yet...
At odds with the delivery, purpose and perception.
When in celebration of historic events...
Although clearly maintaining the routine of values meant!
Nothing more!
Just the pretense of it!
Even though an hypocrisy kept,
May be in conflict with the hip hoppers...
Unwrapping disrespect gone unaddressed.
With presentations that expose cracks on naked butts!
As minds fly high around warning signs posted on trees,
Above the pictures of missing neighborhood children!
But who really cares...
When there are still those who are trying to 'project' traditions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stacked Upon Their Own Shelves
Observe and see for yourself...
Those of competence imposing rumored threats.
As the ones who are exposing their insecurities,
Do their best to unravel at the seams...
In foolish protests to recreate fantasies they dream.
They begin to show signs of despising themselves.
And nipping away at their own neighbors,
Because of what they've purchased...
To keep stacked upon their own shelves.
And barking loudly in anger their dissatified choices.
Crumbling quicker than overbaked cookies kept.
Their minds have gone.
All common sense has left.
And they expect what they've done to be corrected.
And it gets harder to keep them envisioned,
Objectively and focused as a people to respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Melba Montgomery)
We said our goodbyes long ago
Never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find
That we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Yes, we must have been out of our minds
song performed by by John Prine
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No Mans Land
He's seen Hell before
And this falls well short.
Does she think she can scare him
With this thrill for bloodsport?
What? ! Is she kidding?
Does she think he's not free?
Lass, he's exactly where
He's chosen to be.
There is nothing permanent
About a Chick with a fist.
It is only his comfort zones
With powers to persist.
He stands in the linger
Of the horrors from before
And nows the time Honey
That he shows you the door.
He'll reach for things better
He'll create them himself
For courage, he'll raise his glass
And drink to his health: -)
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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I will create the music
I sing in our town
Everyday in the noisy squash
You`ll come and sit down
I`ll create the music for u
For your eyes
For your face
For the words
I won`t tell
Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same
You`ll leave with somebody
Without my glance I`ll remain
I look outside. It`s rainy
I`ll create the music for rain
Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same
I`ll create the music for destiny
So I could move close to the wind
It will tell about you-my lady
I`ll do it according my memory
We havn`t become one story
Could save the music only
If I ever fall down
Music is my soft ground
Translated from Russian lyrics 'Podberu muziku'
poem by Emma Adamyan
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds
We said our goodbyes long ago
Never thinking wed miss each other so
All the memories we cant leave behind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Lets forgive and forget the past weve known
And reap together the wild seeds weve sown
Surely they can forgive us and find
That we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Yes, we must have been out of our minds
song performed by by John Prine
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Save This Love Passion
Dance mon amour,
Please dance for me.
show me your perfect curve,
Make me alive, make me lured.
Dance my perfect love,
Please dance for me.
Show me what you can do,
Make me sweat, Make me full.
Dance my truly queen,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are the one,
Make me real, make me whole.
Dance you beauty soul,
Please dance for me.
Show me you only for me,
Make happy, make me feel.
Dance my dear companion,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are chosen one,
Make me love you, make last.
Dance my favourite song,
Please dance for me,
Make me true, make my session.
Make me save this love passion.
poem by Gianni Pintus
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Their Way Of Playing
The games people create amongst themselves to play,
To solicit with an attraction done...
To get others interested no matter who qualifies,
Eventually bores and ruins the integrity of the game.
Especially when those who are controlling of it,
Aren't competent enough...
To stay on top of what sustains the excitement,
Of the ones who have become disillusioned...
By the same game played,
That even children have come to master.
And yet those caught up in it...
Habitually addicted persist to say,
Their way of playing...
Is the only way and is the best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The First Time
Sadly, you cannot recapture
the magic of the first time
no matter how hard you try.
The bliss you felt the first time
remains a fragment in our memories.
Return to recreate them
can never recapture
those moments again.
They will always remain elusive
inheriting our memories and our dreams.
They are doors that are closed
never to reopen again.
(13 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Thought I Couldnt Dance
Stand back, and give me room
And listen to that beat
I got the music in my soul
And the rhythm in my feet
When I hear the music,
You wont catch me standing still
And I wont miss a beat
I never have and I never will
And you thought I couldnt dance
And you thought I couldnt dance
I can dance to anything
That any band can play
Ive got old-fashioned values
But Im pretty up to date
And I know all the latest hits
On the radio
You dont have to join me
Stand back and watch my show
And you thought I couldnt dance
And you thought I couldnt dance
Thought I couldnt dance
Hey, watch me prance
Lets make romance
Thought I couldnt dance
You gotta take a chance
If youre gonna learn to dance
And you thought I couldnt dance
And you thought I couldnt dance
Theres a lot of closet dancers
Just dyin to come out
They dance alone inside their rooms
With the music way up loud
And I know you thought I couldnt dance
But I guess I sure fooled you
It just goes to show you never know
Whos wearing dancin shoes
And you thought I couldnt dance
Im full of surprises
And you thought I couldnt dance
Its too late now
I cant slow down...cant slow down
Oh, feel the heat
From these dancin feet... cant slow down
And you thought I couldnt dance
And you thought I couldnt dance
Repeat...
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Let others remember you when you go
Festival
comes and goes
Events come and go
Child hood goes
Youth comes
Youth goes
Old age comes
And one will go
People come and go
Memories remain
embedded deep
in heart and mind
We live on memories
Why not
Create good memories
Let others remember you
when you go
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Be offensive to gain
Truth suffers from judgment on two counts.
False arguments are not totally rejected;
True arguments are not totally accepted.
A compromise is struck in mind in between.
The offensive will ultimately gain.
10.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Idle thoughts
Chaos ruled the nothingness.
Only potentiality
existed in the timelessness
The universe was yet to be.
We cannot know the primal cause
which overcame the entropy.
Forced it to take a different course.
It must remain a mystery.
From nothing came reality
A fully orchestrated plan
Which could not happen possibly.
So says the finite mind of man.
So we build up hypotheses
and legends trying to explain
Rejecting others theories
Though there is nothing we can gain.
Arguments based on ignorance
are bandied freely to and fro.
If we found the truth by chance
it’s probable we would not know.
We know the universe exists.
We can’t deny the evidence
and yet the legends still persist
Though logically they make no sense.
Did God create the universe
and if so who created God
I do not wish to seem perverse
but I confess I find it odd.
Why is that mankind pursues
this useless quest obsessively.
I think the questions too abstruse
For us to view objectively.
I just accept the way things are
Which seems the wisest course to me
and hasn’t troubled me so far
But then perhaps I’m just lazy.
25/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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