Who Should The People Be Willing To Trust?
If a claim is made,
By one to be better at representing the good...
And the best of the people's interest,
And all that is shown and known,
Is one's abillity to collect the dividends of benefits.
Who should the people be willing to trust?
Someone who has clearly been publicly showing it?
Or someone who refuses to reveal,
The depth of their honesty...
And a suspicion to lust and feast discreetly?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Number One
Honesty is often admired.
And in privacy...
Those known to be that way,
Are more than welcomed.
But an honesty admired,
That becomes publicly outspoken...
Around others unfamiliar with it,
Can stun them and have them run.
Most people rather not be shown,
Associated with it.
Most people collectively,
Choose to be accepted.
And today no one wants to feel shunned.
Knowing until an approval of honesty,
Has yet to be done.
Since currently dishonesty for many is number one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Joy
Stimulated to motivate,
With an appreciation of it.
Eliminates resistance,
And the fearing of risks.
With,
Benefits to claim.
And with,
Benefits named.
Anticipating debating,
Is not the same.
When one is occupied,
With choices wished to gain.
With,
Benefits to claim.
And with,
Benefits named.
There's a reason one seeks hope and joy.
To rid of a nothingness,
That annoys.
There's a reason one seeks hope and joy.
To rid of a nothingness,
And wanting to know happiness.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
As if a new toy.
And always theirs...
Never to be destroyed.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
Stimulated to motivate,
With an appreciation of it.
Eliminates resistance,
And the fearing of risks.
With,
Benefits to claim.
And with,
Benefits named.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
As if a new toy.
And always theirs...
Never to be destroyed.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
As if a new toy.
And always theirs...
Never to be destroyed.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
Joy, joy...
Always there,
To employ.
Even if a little bit,
People want to pocket some joy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Swapnil Singh Hymn
Trust me people
Because I will never lie to you
Trust me people
Because I will be loyal to you
Trust me people
Because I am stressed out
Trust me people
I believe in God
Trust me people
Because I believe in God
Trust me people
I will never steal from you
Trust me people
Because I am honest
Trust me people
But I need your love also
Trust me people
I am very tired today
And I am going to sleep now
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduces Suspicion
Why is it,
People minding their own business...
Are today the ones suspect?
And they are the very same people,
Who wanted to give of themselves...
With interest and a self respect.
The very same people,
Others chose to disregard and reject.
And now those who once gave,
Of themselves to neglect...
Have decided to mind their own business.
And they have become the ones,
Focused upon...
As if their doings,
Will bring them too much attention.
And this introduces suspicion...
Since their peaceful existence,
Poses to others...
With innuendos whispered,
That those with peace of mind...
Should be considered by others as threats!
Even making a decision to mind one's business,
Gives others to feel there is a reason...
To have none of their own.
And the evidence of that is shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Claim They Want More Peace
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should not be condoned.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people can't leave this alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people should not this condone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
People claim they want more peace,
But peace is not what people have known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What They See Being Done Publicly
Why is everyone alarmed and up with arms?
I don't understand.
What is there to disbelieve?
A re-enactment of their individual capabilities?
It has been witnessed over and over and over again,
Those wishing to make attempts with good deeds...
Attract others collectively,
With a doing to defeat...
Those that come with a desire to achieve,
A releasing of those good deeds to see done.
Why is everyone alarmed and up with arms?
Because what they see being done publicly,
Is what they do discreetly and in secret?
And a self examination has of yet to reveal this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lust is only flame
Lust is a must to start with.
Trust is a must to last with.
Then sustains marital interest.
Trustless lust wrecks the boat.
Lust-less trust floats the boat.
Both together make it sail.
A wife merits by her loyalty
And husband by his sincerity
As the family is the bed of trust,
More than a bed of roses.
12.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Look What The Good People Done
They were drinkin his wine
They were usin his name
They were takin the time to take
His name in vain
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
They were havin their fun
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say things that they
Dont really mean
They look so convincing cause theyre
So squeaky clean
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Its a million to one
Look what the good people done
They (? put him on walkin down ? ), they said,
Lets go on with the show
And they pad him on whiskey and say, boy,
Youve got to go
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Hes (? on the highway ? ) to none
Look what the good people done
All the newspaper men
They were lookin for names
Pulled him out of a hat
They needed someone to blame
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
He thought he was the one
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say,
Keep your nose to the ground
Then theyll build you right up
Just to knock you right down
Look what the good people done to you
Look what the good people done to you
They were gettin their kicks
Look what the good people nixed
[spoken - here we go]
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
They were havin no fun
Look what the good people done
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
poem by Christina Phan
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People Like That
People may cry...
When happy sometimes,
For reasons.
Feelings they hide,
Deep inside them...
Come to the surface to flow free!
Possibly,
The tears seen fall from a need.
More than anyone can see.
And emotions not outwardly shown,
Glisten from eyes unexpectedly...
Showing a neglected human quality!
People grow...
Exposing thoughts ever changing.
Maturity shifts us shaking to break molds,
We hold onto...
As if we are glued to a time that stays.
No one experiences these 'movements' the same.
Some become upset.
Some they knew have renewed mindsets!
And people like that often talk behind others' backs!
People may cry...
When happy sometimes,
For reasons.
Feelings they hide,
Deep inside them...
Come to the surface to flow free!
Showing an honesty trusted.
In times when 'who' we think we are...
Is never the way we believe we should be treated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Single deal
Make a single deal
A deal of honesty
With the people
That protect
People's interest.
Do not try to suppress
Peoples voice
By using force.
try to understand
problems of the people
And grasp the
Pulse of people.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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People Who Believe
It's too bad,
People are sad.
And walk around mad...
For someone else to claim it.
And call sadness their own.
While those who are glad,
And happy for reasons.
Seem pleased with themselves,
When no one else is there...
To leave the moans alone!
The people who believe,
Keep faith.
The people who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
People who believe,
They keep faith.
People who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
It's too bad,
People are sad.
And walk around mad...
For someone else to claim it.
And call sadness their own.
But...
People who believe,
Keep faith.
People who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
Those who are glad,
And happy for reasons.
Seem pleased with themselves,
When no one else is there...
To leave the moaners alone!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
They trust and...
Peace of mind arrives.
The people who believe,
Keep faith.
The people who believe...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
Keep their faith alive!
They trust and...
This helps them survive!
These people who believe,
Keep a faith inside known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Up On Status
Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.
Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.
Nobody has to have it.
That status as a habit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Secret From An Ugliness Unknown
The good ones
Are not often depicted,
To be the kind
You'd find,
Using a bathroom in their homes.
The bad ones
Are always those perceived,
In need of the good ones
To lead with their assistance,
On the right path.
The good ones
Are always spoken of as being nice and liked
With voices sweet and appealing.
The bad ones
Are rumored to be heartless,
Ruthless and crazed
By the good ones.
And nasty tempered people.
Who curse and treat them mean
For no apparent reason,
The good ones say.
Left them amazed
The good ones
Lie and cheat.
With the twisting of truths,
To those they initially meet
And those made to look bad
Who are victims of character assassinations,
To use by the good ones
For purposes to discreetly deceive others,
With their hidden agendas
Kept secret from an ugliness unknown,
But to the 'bad' ones shown.
The bad ones know of this.
And have already experienced,
Being victimized by this wickedness.
And come forward to speak of it.
'You would never believe what happened to me! '
~Really?
You're one of the bad ones.
Right? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those' Images Made
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made.
People love to treasure those images made.
The ones flowered to sugar without a bitter taste.
Those images glammed up to spotlight,
On a public stage.
But behind the scenes indignities can be mean.
Yet...
People love to treasure those images made.
And their minds are affixed to them to defend...
Every blemish that is openly seen.
Since people who love their images made...
Have not been conditioned on reality to feast.
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made,
With an excusing of detrimental flaws and pain shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Precious
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive,
With more of that shown...
From a depth.
Yeah.
People should stop their feeding,
On more nonsense that will upset.
Yeah!
People should spend time finding,
More happiness for them to get.
And forget about a past to sack and pack,
Yeah!
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ending Of The Feast
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And a living done 'within' their means,
Is in their future.
With no credit cards to own.
With a parking of their cars.
And a healthier way of life...
Showing a more discipline with fitness,
Shown.
Because all of their loan days,
With debits will be gone.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
A change they can believe in.
With a reality to clearly breathe,
Comes.
And the singing of 'We Shall Overcome'
Will just be another song to sing.
As a process begins...
To fulfill a communal socialism,
On the horizon.
On the scene.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
Leaving those humble and meek,
To inherit the Earth.
'Why so evil, dark and gloomy?
You're evil to wish that upon us! '
SNAP out of it!
The amusement park is closed!
I reference the Bible!
What...
Or should I say,
'WHO' supplies your observations?
And...
I'm evil?
Why?
Would it be because I do not cling,
Onto 'your' delusions?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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