Violated
I feel as if I have been violated.
Like an intrusion has taken place.
And I can not put my finger on it.
It was if something entered my space...
Uninvited and unseen!
Within seconds an emptiness I had faced,
Was suddenly replaced.
Stripping away my peace to erase...
Any selfishness.
And the safe pace I kept with it!
No longer common was my sense.
I could not move.
Even though I was incensed
I was being violated.
Like my mind was being raped.
I laid half unconscious and half awake.
'Something' was examining my mental state!
I say to you I was violated!
And it was no mistake!
Something had visited...
Without an invitation!
Taking what I valued and changing it!
As I accepted the rearrangement,
Without a muscle from me to lift!
'What is this? '
I thought and drifted back to sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Era Of The Drone
Violation of rights?
The only rights of those being violated,
May be those known.
To heighten suspicion.
However...
Those rights being droned,
Spied upon on a daily basis...
In the privacy one believes is left alone,
Secured in one's home...
Will never be known to be violated or not.
In the era of the drone,
The movement of insects is condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Awake And Aware
Impossible it is,
To turn back the clock.
To stop,
An action that should not have taken place.
Or erase words spoken to disgrace someone,
Who has not been faced...
Before proceeding to enact misdeeds,
Done with a doing.
Impossible it is,
To turn back the clock and freeze time.
With a changing of one's mind,
Realizing and to find steps taken...
Too premature and much too dangerous,
When one is unconscious but makes attempts...
To convince another awake and aware,
Of a misunderstanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dead flowers
Bees hum around
The dead roses
Being strung
Into garlands,
The flower-seller
Has kept aside
Two of the best blossoms for me,
She knows what I prefer -
Something not fully awake
Something between bud and flower
Something wanting to be loved
Yet not wanting to be violated
As I walk away from the heady fragrance
With a half-flower planted in my hair
The bees like eyes
Follow me unrequited
Drawn by the smell of death
poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam
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Now I feel like whatever I do, no one can hurt me. I cannot be violated, I cannot be humiliated, I cannot be disregarded, I cannot be disrespected.
quote by Fiona Apple
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Pink (cancer)
send out this poem to all that you know
Stop the cancer before it grows.
PINK
She was dressed all in pink to show her support
Of how she was one of the cancer victims
And how she had fought.
The cancer now in remission and she
Was leading a normal life
But no one knew of her struggles and strife.
It's hard to imagine when you're given that kind of news
We can treat the cancer, but a breast you will lose.
You feel violated and raped by that word
This was something that other people heard. (not me)
Breast cancer has no preference to whether
your yellow, Black or white - male or female
We all have to fight.
You hear about it every day- and it affects
us all in a different way.
You may think that it's just muscle and tissue taken away
But ask a victim and see what they say.
A MAMMOGRAM AND ULTRA SOUND IS THE KEY
TO HELP YOU LIVE CANCER FREE.
poem by Louis Rams
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As a consequence, the Court ruled that the limits on campaign spending violated the First Amendment, but it accepted the $1,000 limit on individual contributions on the ground that the need to avoid the appearance of corruption justified this limited constraint on speech.
quote by James L. Buckley
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Repairing What Needed To Be Fixed
When something clearly ends...
There is no need to try to revive it.
That action should have taken place...
Long before an ending,
Had an invitation to be faced.
Warnings are given.
And with them come denial.
Instead of repairing what needed to be fixed...
A relationship is put on a mental trial.
There is no need for this...
If reality is at risk.
When something clearly ends...
There is no need to try to revive it.
That action should have taken place...
Long before an ending,
Had an invitation to be faced.
Many choose to sit in a hesitation waiting,
In a stubbornness debating.
Instead of making a choice to resist this...
As a repairing what needed to be fixed,
Is nixed!
And an invitation to end nonsense...
Is accepted without contemplating it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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when you finally said NO
IT IS you sobbing at the end
saying NO
that this is enough
that there is no way that you would push through
with the suit
Your rights are violated.
On two counts of indignity
you surrender
to the Hills and find there
your much wanted
peace.
case is dismissed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Had the Answer Would I Still Ask the Question?
What does it mean to be raped?
Forcible entry –
Force of saying no
Force of saying yes to no
A stranger on the bus
The man you say “I love you” too
The brother, the father
The friend
What does it mean to be raped?
No charge, no tale, no proof.
No semen.
Old bruises, faded. Fading.
Rape – to scream, oh to scream.
Inside.
If it is your brother, father, friend
“Man” you love
Only inside
To say – RAPE –
I was raped
The shame – the guilt
Oh the guilt
What does it mean to be raped?
Once – twice – for a year?
The sisters…all their life.
How long?
How long can it last?
The anger, the lies.
Shame.
What does it mean to be raped?
To be fucked when you say no.
To be torn inside.
Screaming NO – HE –
Whispers I love you.
Carving Initials
Skin is crying
Tears are blood
What does it mean to be raped?
No proof – no rape?
No words for years
To say…rape.
Guilt
Anger
Violated
HATRED
What does it mean to be raped?
poem by Katy Sanders
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Sleep To Rejuvenate lIfe!
Unconscious state of being is sleep;
Sleep refreshes mind, heart and soul.
While awake our activities are known
And while asleep no activity is known!
Dreams are common in sleep for all;
It fulfils the heart not possible otherwise!
First all starts as dreams and ends in action;
So, dream is consolation and inspiration!
Coming back to senses seems to be a magic!
If it does not take place one is concluded as dead!
In activities and sleep man's life goes on here;
But without good sleep no activity is bright!
Work while you work, play while play and also
Sleep while you sleep to rejuvenate your life!
poem by Ramesh T A
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You've Got To Show
Yes it's true
I've gotten very
Moody over you
Don't think i don't
Sense your caution
Way across the room
Or across the phone lines
Big black ocean
Conversation brief
We can't find
A clear connection
And i can't get relief
Why don't we both agree
We're both afraid
And too afraid to say
If i say
Count to three
(count to three)
Move toward me
(move toward me)
Would you meet me half the way
(would you meet me)
There are a thousand things about me
I want only you to know
But i can't go there alone
You've got to show
While you occupy me
I command my dreams
Each day
To bring you in me
Even thinly
As the morning chases you away
I half believe
If i just picture us
We will come true
Wishful thinking
Or my hopes sinking
Half depends on you
Why don't we both agree
(why don't we both agree)
We're both afraid
And too afraid to say
(too afraid to say)
If i say
Count to three
(count to three)
Move toward me
(move toward me)
Would you meet me half the way
(would you meet me)
There are a thousand things about me
I want only you to know
But i can't got there alone
You've got to show me
(show me)
You are fully alive
If you want to fly
Take this dive
If you want to kiss
Kiss for real
I'll give you back everything you feel
Drive in space
That peaceful place
You'd be my secret sharer
Front and back
And all around
The thin margin of error
Ah move too fast
Or move too slow
Or somewhere in between
Or navigate your
Perfect distance
Your getaway is clean
Why don't we both agree
That we're both afraid
And we're too afraid to say
If i say
Count to three
And move toward me
Would you meet me half way
Cause there are a thousand things about me
I want only you to know
I want only you to know
I want only you to know
But i can't got there alone
You've got to show
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Elegance of Peace
Worn torn cities—inner city violence
Death, sorrow and misery
Feelings of discontent
Conceptualize with malcontent—
Atom bombs, nuclear holocaust
Peacemakers of the world
Man-made instrumentation of peace—
So where is the diplomacy in that?
Does it really exist—Hell No!
We speak of peace
With total annihilation
Maybe, because peace/violence
Are mirror twins of each other
Like good and evil—there is no existence without the other—
So is this the elegance of peace— that we speak of?
The peace that we envision for our children
Our ancestors created this fallacy of peace—
This ignorance of peace—created out of fear
The fear that has been nurture
Through centuries of embattlement
For the elegance of peace
The true embodiment of peace
Should not give way to mass-destruction—
Reconstruction of the mind
For the elegance of peace
Is harvested within our minds
Not within our technology—or weapons of destruction—
For Peace has been raped
Violated and reduced
To the ignorance of global insanity
This is our Elegance of Peace
OR IS IT?
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Gregory E Upshaw
poem by Gregory Upshaw
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History has shown us that, on extraordinarily rare occasions, it becomes necessary for the federal government to intervene on behalf of individuals whose 14th Amendment rights to legal due process and equal protection may be violated by a state.
quote by Michael K. Simpson
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(Murder Poem/Story) Above Suspicion
Above suspicion.
Thoughts reminiscent.
A crime committed by the sweet an innocent.
As she snapped the twig all that was seen is theirs no going back.
No relapse.
Watching ones body collapse.
Does she smile or cry?
The elaborate hoax of the falling sky.
With succulent kiss she says goodbye.
A new life running through ones head.
An escape from being one of the dead.
A pledge of a secret to be kept.
As the sorrow is to be wept.
A pleasure thought to be well meant.
But yet, it will never happen.
Not as she sees it.
The goose will fly away before it ever lays that egg.
Even as it is thought be so perfect.
A mistake is made.
And their closing in as she sits upon her throne celebrating.
The raising of her glass enveloped in campaign.
She sips it so slowly if to try tell its age.
Only the best is the expression written upon her face.
All the while large number men with armor in the form vest are surrounding her famous white castle.
With gun raised they quietly and swiftly move in.
For they know what lies behind that beauty.
A cold blooded killer.
She took her time.
She got off as his eyes rolled back in his head.
She violated the corpse with instruments I'd rather not describe.
And these men knew she wasn't about let them take her alive.
They made one mistake knowing not of the booby trap as they entered.
The door had trigger on it.
A bomb with a one minute delay.
They enter quickly and just as they got to her.
It went off in an implosion of the whole house.
The wood scattered into bits and pieces.
As the flames expanded and claim all their lives.
Her final masterpiece she would not survive.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Human rights are praised more than ever - and violated as much as ever.
quote by Anna Lindh
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Unpleasant Days (after-effects of my fathers death)
Im a troubled child in the face of the moon,
Raised without a father,
Bred without a silver spoon.
Im a troubled child who seeks nothing but perfection,
Annointed to blossom in the pastures of my misconceptions.
Im a troubled child violated of my peace,
Battling burdens with no ease
When will these dark days come to cease.
Im a troubled child with great charisma & no fear,
Catastrophies Im faced with
My life seems so unfair.
poem by Siyabonga Njica
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The great majority of us are required to live a life of constant duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, if you grovel before what you dislike, and rejoice at what brings you nothing but misfortune. Our nervous system isn't just a fiction, it's part of our physical body, and our souls exists in space and is inside us, like the teeth in the mouth. It can't forever be violated with impunity.
quote by Boris Pasternak
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Holocaust Poem
I am a survivor of a holocaust
The horror of which
most people could not imagine.
I was brutally beaten and raped by an S.S officer
Then packed in a train
going to the gas chambers of Auschwitz
As if I was a sardine
Not a human being.
If my rapist was still alive
I would tell him
You violated my body
But you did not rape my soul.
Because I am a survivor
I refuse to give you the satisfaction
of fitting my heart
with a pace maker.
Life beckons for me
To truly live
To open the greatest gift
God gave us.
I will smell the sweetness of every blossom
And watch the sunset
Every evening.
Because I am a survivor.
I am a survivor
I am a survivor
I am a survivor.
I am not defined by the numbers
on my arm
I have the heart of a lion.
Because of the strength
God gave me
Hear me roar.
poem by Justin Tanabe
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