What Next?
Hurdles have been jumped.
Races have been won.
Knees have been scraped...
And lost dignity overcomed!
Challenges have been faced,
In sight of naysayers...
And things attempted,
Can now be said were done!
What next awaits the fate of one,
As the Sun continues to rise...
With more surprises yet,
To delight, excite and come!
'What next? '
Questions the champion pacing.
Who now slowly strolls...
And ages in a process no one controls.
But no one that dares,
Prepares to 'Stop! '
The sun may set!
But not grab hold,
Of this run that's bold...
And defiant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rat In The Bottle
Wet.
Calm.
Pacing around.
Hatching plans.
Lonely.
Quiet.
Pacing around.
Hatching plans.
Suddenly,
he jumped.
Jumped again
and again.
He looked up,
the top was far.
Accepting his fate,
he laid low.
Suddenly,
he jumped.
Jumped again
and again not retiring.
The bottle fell.
He ran.
Swiftly.
He ran.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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(V – 1988) Fighting Fate
Oh, things out of control we call real fate
For factors far unknown too decide our state!
But things there are we must not see as mere fate;
Such things if controlled can oh, alter our state!
No thunder or tyrant is ever such fate
If faced with courage and soon held to checkmate!
Oh, thou art the architect of thy own fate!
So fight well with will and thus safeguard thy state!
At times we may fall to some strange, cruel fate;
By them should never our will still abate!
With arrows of resolve and faith, fight thy fate!
Oh, give no space ever to stand or to wait!
So bow not or falter before any fate;
Oh, fear and despair will thy fate aggravate!
Grim panic and anguish will strengthen our fate;
They make us, oh, lick a time unduly late!
So well in advance to, oh, face any fate
Thou equip thyself and thus secure thy state!
Challenges of life are challenges of fate –
So meeting them well, oh, means living life great!
Illegal Business
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal Business controls America
One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezing cold
He was standing on the block
Sellin' cheeba
Mixin' dimes
Sayin' a rhyme
Just to pass the time
The cops passed by
But he stayed calm
'Cause the leather trench coat
Was keepin' him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself
They look like they know me
They drove away
But he didn't stay
He jumped in the cab
And he paid his tab
But guess who he saw
When he hit the block
It was the same cop car
The same two cops
They jumped out quick
They pulled a gun
They said
song performed by by Boogie Down Productions
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Patience
Each stalactite and stalagmite
is growing slowly dropp by drop.
Invisibly to human sight.
A process which will never stop.
When they meet eventually
They will form a column of stone
at which we gaze wonderingly.
Throughout long ages it has grown.
The wonders nature can produce
are greater than the works of man
Which in their pride mankind must choose
to understand as best they can.
The secrets Mother Nature knows
producing stone that slowly grows.
11-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Future Imperfect
Beneath a gray and weeping sky
I watched a horse drawn hearse go by
A sight we very rarely see
It seems to have more dignity
Than any slowly driven limousine
Two horses black as ebony
A well matched pair walk sedately
Almost as if the horses know
The must put on a finer show
Than any slowly driven limousine
The hearse itself is gleaming black
With etched glass windows in the back
Through which it’s possible to see
The coffin more respectfully
Than any slowly driven limousine
The cortege as it passes by
Is guaranteed to catch the eye
It is a sight that seemingly
Most people would prefer to see
Than any slowly driven limousine
Though fashions change there is a cost
The sense of dignity is lost
Although I’m sure they do their best
Nothing attracts less interest
Than any slowly driven limousine
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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This Has Never Been A Surprise
To you,
This may come as a shock.
But to me,
This has never been a surprise.
Look in my eyes!
Believe it or not...
It is not you but God,
That controls my destiny.
I knew you would have that reaction.
I knew you would tremble...
With a buckling of your knees.
But it is true...
I've never viewed you that way!
I've been trying to tell you that.
But somehow that message has been lost.
I've been trying to tell you that.
I didn't know my confession would do you like this!
Please stop crying!
I'll still call you boss.
But stop your weeping...
I insist!
To you,
This may come as a shock.
But to me,
This has never been a surprise.
Look in my eyes!
Believe it or not...
It is not you but God,
That controls my destiny.
This has never been a surprise.
Although this has been your belief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Homeless Musician
The homeless man sets down his can and then begins to play,
singing the songs from older days,
he doesn't dress like he's been paid,
I stall to listen,
Oh his guitar has traveled far and ended up on main,
his lone companion on the train
the sole catharsis for his pain
his eyes, they glisten
The tears that fall will have a ball, they rise into the sky
the cycle repeats all your life,
continues after you die
continues after
The babe that cries will one day die and never live again
this looming fate awaits his friends
for every story has an end
but some end faster
poem by Clay Kohut
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Bold & Reckless
(r. hine, j. obstoj)
Producer: rupert hine
Album: non-album track
B-side of the australian steamy windows single
From the the best uk/europe 12 and cd5
So yo think youve got a hold on me
But did you ever, or is that your fantasy.
Ill miss you when you go,
But, no pain wont show
Im free to search and go my way.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
I suppose youve been good to me
Maybe not enough to rock my sanity.
You never asked me questions,
And you never understood.
Im free to search and go my way.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
So bold, yeah bold and reckless.
Well, I cant live in a cage,
Ive just got to be free, dancin and flyin away.
But your always in my dreams, runin
Yes, your always in my dreams, runin
So weve been gettin closer by degree
But, you wont ever bring me to my knees.
Youll never make me shy,
And you wont see me cry.
Im still free to go my way.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
So bold, still bold and reckless.
Yes, you were always in my dreams runin
Always in my dreams.
So bold, so bold and reckless.
Yeah, yeah, so bold and reckless.
Yeah, yeah, so bold and reckless.
Still bold, still bold and reckless.
Still bold, still bold and reckless.
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Men More A Fool Than Beasts
Whenever the food was served to a dog,
It was done after a stroke of the bell.
The sight of the food induced its saliva.
The sound of the bell induced the saliva.
When the bell rang with no food to follow
Then too came out the saliva from it.
Women excite men; things they wear excite.
Names they bear excite; so do female voice.
Man is conditioned by sex perversion.
Women not in sight, then too will excite
Him anything that sounds feminine.
More a fool than a dog is the learned man.
12.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Always Asking Questions
We all want peace we dont want misery
So many of us wont let us be these things
But we only are confused
We feel stronger as we grow older
But still we feel bemused
Always asking questions
Were always asking questions
And the temptation is to just step back
Well we give what we lack
We will always be asking questions
Why rich?
Why poor?
Always asking questions
Were always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Were always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Always asking
Dont stop asking
Dont stop asking questions
Always asking questions
In answer to this question is just shut up
You dont know
I dont know
Nobody knows
This is an answer to every question
This is a place to begin
Always asking questions
Always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Why this?
Why that?
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Words: william bryant
Music: howard jones
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Races Run and Done Just For Fun
Winning races,
Use to mean...
A change of pace,
Of those high stakes placed...
With a bet!
And this would excite
Those who made them with delight.
With a feeling 'something' has been won.
Today,
Races are run...
To go through motions!
These races run and done just for fun,
Are done just for the running.
Not to accomplish a thing for anyone.
Even the serious ones who have grown tired of the fun,
Done...
Are feeling a numbness from those races run.
With the best of political dupings pooped!
With hollow victories achieving nothing.
But a cheering of excitement heard,
From everyone.
In the beginning.
Then a stirring of jeers from those disappointed.
Find expectations resume a familiarity.
Leaving empty promises mouthed but not yet begun.
And a stagnated movement,
Returns with clarity.
A clarity of reality once hushed and shunned.
And everyone begins to see...
These races run to go through motions,
Produces for them...
Hollow victories.
And banners once held high,
Are hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Folks Are Just Unavoidable
Some folks are just unavoidable,
No matter what is done.
But an avoidance must be attempted...
Or their evilness intended,
Will not be overcomed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing Yourself
losing yourself can be hard,
you do things you not proud of,
just to try and find the person you've lost,
nobody understands what you are going through,
you stay to yourself because people only critize,
what you do wrong,
and what you could be doing,
just to leave you more lost,
than you start to come to reality,
that they don't know you,
like you know yourself,
because all through this,
you've found yourself,
and because of the challenges you've faced,
that have only made you that much stronger,
than you've ever thought possible.
4-16-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Life As A Mountain
He stands at the bottom of the mountain.
The one he plans to climb.
He knows it'll have it's challenges,
And will take a lot of time.
So he beings his journey,
He tires very quick.
But the man, he journeys on,
The climb will be epic.
A week has passed, the man is lost,
But he does not dismay.
For he knows that he will reach the peak,
And looks forward to that day.
The climb it does continue,
The terrain is very steep.
To climb the mountain was his promise,
And his promise he will keep.
As he ventures higher,
He comes across some snow.
He slips and falls and tumbles down.
Then back upward he does go.
The man's now bruised and battered,
Cuts on his arms and legs and chest.
On the battle for the mountain,
He knows he will get the best.
He comes up to a rock face wall.
It's thousands of feet high.
But he continues on his quest.
Knowing he could die.
Years have past, the man's now old,
He continues to the peak.
His determination the strongest now,
But his body is frail and weak.
And then one day, he reached the top.
He was the happiest of men.
He said in a soft and gentle voice.
I'd surely do this again.
For our life is like a mountain.
Keep climbing and don't stop.
You'll not regret the climb you faced,
When you're standing on the top.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Today I Know 'Them' and 'They
As a child I believed I had an understanding,
As to who 'them' and 'they' were.
To me it was then obvious,
Who would be suppressors of my attempted success.
And as an adult who has aged,
With an attempt to make a difference...
As I faced those obstacles 'them' and 'they' created,
To make those tasks on my path more difficult to pass.
I came to realize who 'them' and 'they' had been.
Standing in everyone's way to delay any progress made,
With every conceivable deceit and whim to dish as wished.
And today I know 'them' and 'they'...
As the neighborhood naysayers.
Doing their best to prevent anyone's progress.
Well...
Not anyone's.
They still have their picks.
And a pride that services their ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blatant Are The Disparaties
So blatant are the disparaties today,
As if to test those who are deeply affected.
While keeping them peacefully teased.
Like children fearing to disobey...
With the toughts of candy being kept away.
And yet...
Overcomed by the numbing that has been done,
Effectively to decrease anything associated...
With reality.
Since many suppressed and historically oppressed,
Are so accustomed to being on their knees.
And...
Anyone amongst them attempting to stand and walk,
Alone and defiant...
Is immediately accused of seeking attention.
And 'trying' to lift one's head up high,
Is definitely an act most of them despise.
'They are 'always' trying to be better than the rest of us.
Why can't they be down to Earth?
Or 'hang' around with the doing of nothing.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Crying My Child
Stop crying my child,
Wipe your tears dry,
You need to be strong,
To face the hurdles of this world.
Stop sobbing my child,
There are mountains ahead for you to try,
Have faith, bite your teeth and be firm,
Here, hold my hand and see the open sky.
Now slowly walk again my child,
And run as if you can fly,
Never to give up when you aim for the star,
After stormy rainy days, you always see a bright sky.
(My Child I love so much, IKRAM)
poem by Spiritual Seeker
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Truly, the challenges we face are not Democratic challenges or Republican challenges. In fact, they are not political challenges at all; they are fiscal challenges, and educational challenges, and the challenges of figuring out how to take care of each other.
quote by Christine Gregoire
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Those Long Sighing Moans
You let me in,
Now I should locate your needs?
What makes you think,
I am here to dig for clues.
You let me in,
I thought that was the beginning...
Of breaking down your walls.
But you want me to crawl.
You let me in,
Now I should locate your needs?
What makes you think,
A searching will make me more pleased.
I don't have eyes for disguises.
Nor am I intrigued by mystery.
Surprises do not appeal to entice.
And the zest and zeal I have,
Takes longer to excite a rise.
You may captivate!
But I'm too wise to hypnotize.
You let me in,
Now I should locate your needs?
What makes you think,
I am here to dig for clues.
You let me in,
I thought that was the beginning...
Of breaking down your walls.
But you want me to crawl.
I don't have eyes for disguises.
Nor am I intrigued by mystery.
Surprises do not appeal to entice.
And the zest and zeal I have,
Takes longer to excite a rise.
You may captivate!
But I'm too wise to hypnotize,
To satisfy those long sighing moans...
You wish to go on and on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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