Why Those Battles Between Them Persist Without End
I am not one to analyze or bring to judgement,
The misdeeds done by those now dead.
Or correct with facts those deceits done,
To shed bright light upon that which has been said.
There is nothing in it for me,
To declare a victory.
However,
I am one to speak from my own experiences...
About those implications that were fed to devastate.
And reason and causes of those effects,
That have left divisions needing mending...
From an implementing by those dead,
To have those they disliked...
Tossing without sleep in their beds at night.
A healing from wrongs to make them right,
Has to take place to stop needless fights.
And what is there to gain to maintain conflicts?
By the ones living unable to comprehend...
Why those battles between them persist without end.
I am not one to analyze or bring to judgement,
The misdeeds done by those now dead.
Or correct with facts those deceits done,
To shed bright light upon that which has been said.
There is nothing in it for me,
To declare a victory.
'Why are you fighting?
And what purpose does it serve? '
~Because it's...
Because it is a,
Well...
Because! ~
And there is absolutely nothing in it for you,
To continue blindly doing those things you do...
Because of tradition?
What is your definition of that tradition?
And those living to defend it?
Why can't you respond for a meaning of it to mention.
Or know where to begin.
Since many traditions held today...
Have proven to make little if any sense!
To declare what is your tradition?
To maintain one's right to remain ignorant?
'Lower your weapons.
I'm just asking you a question.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Kind of Deceit and Treason
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being.
And to launch a campaign,
To claim it was initiated by someone else.
Just to have the masses begin to fear themselves.
No one can be that evil.
To plan that kind of deceit and treason,
For reasons to declare a victory.
So few could profit and share this deed.
One that shatters peace.
One that is declared to pay a debt.
Owed to those living with growing economies.
Overseas.
And outsourcing jobs to support...
More dollars to themselves to feed!
Is that why this was done?
To create terrorists...
And them call them our enemies!
That is hard to believe.
No one can be 'that' low!
Lower than a snake...
Under rocks that breeds!
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being!
And to launch a campaign,
To claim it was initiated by someone else.
No one can be that evil.
To plan that kind of deceit and treason,
For reasons to declare victory.
To line the pockets of those in need,
To feed a gluttonous heartless greed.
No one is that demonic.
And if so...
Who would that be?
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When they talk about family values, it's in a repressive way, as if our American tradition were only the Puritan tradition or the 19th century oppressive tradition. The Christian tradition.
quote by James Hillman
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Tradition does not mean that the living are dead, it means that the dead are living.
quote by Harold MacMillan
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The African Tradition
Libation! It is the African tradition;
It is the centre culture of our tradition;
The power of the African child,
The network of the information from the household gods
And the gods of kingdom, the gods of our identity.
We libate with schnapps, awake the spirits
Of our ancestors so speed us in action an' reaction
But done upon the gad at ease we no longer
For our centre culture active no more as things fell apart
But who is he that makes our minds troubled?
And walk we abroad and forgot our tradition,
Our culture, belief, our vehicle and our tradition
Woe to you foreigner for deception is you;
The betweeness between us took you away from us
And our offspring you turned rebels with your foreign ideas.
The networks of our wise ones you intercepted
And your strange God now we serve with you
While our wise ones slave for your topless.
No to you foreigner, for me, myself and I shall awake
And maintain my fathers' beliefs, culture and tradition
Which I have come and seen, for it is my true identity,
For I am a true African child.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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When Love Is Dead
When love is dead
You move to separate beds.
You try to be polite
And ignore every slight.
When love is dead
You just nod your head,
Without paying attention
To what your partner mentions.
When love is dead
Although you share bread,
And live under the same roof
You do your best to remain aloof.
When love is dead
it becomes easy to shed,
any kind of pretence
as now it makes no sense.
When love is dead
A lot is left unsaid,
Why doesn’t any one make
A complete break?
Maybe like worn out shoes
You are too lazy to break the status quo.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Mandatory Doses
Observe the splits and divisions,
For what they are.
There is a decadent mindset,
Fighting to survive.
Fighting to defend its offensive outlook.
And wishing more to uphold a deluded sense of self.
With plots to keep their realities fantasized.
Driven to smother truths...
And bring light to cast upon a darkened way of life.
This incites a quickened end to a standard of living,
In need of massive psychiatric care.
Inflicted...
In mandatory doses.
Too crazed are they to be consciously aware,
Of the madness they have fed to breed!
This cancer feeds and kills.
Leaving this question to go unfulfilled...
'Who now is qualified,
To identify pride with added substantial substance? '
It is obvious that those who speak of experience...
Lack the knowledge to pass good judgement.
Unless incompetence has been an achievement?
And much of that has been reflective,
Of an illness swept away and kept...
In perceptions of having discretion.
Too lost are they to become outraged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As soon as tradition has come to be recognized as tradition, it is dead.
quote by Allan Bloom
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And I am also here to say that if something were to happen, we are prepared to respond swiftly, to respond effectively, and to respond strongly. That is our tradition as a country. And that is a tradition that we will uphold, regardless of any circumstance because this nation is one that is very, very strong and, indeed, extraordinarily resilient.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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Today I can declare my hope and declare it from the bottom of my heart that we will eventually see the time when that number of nuclear weapons is down to zero and the world is a much better place.
quote by Colin Powell
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Of War And It's Bloodshed
Of war and it's bloodshed far too much we know
Let's hear it for peace and for all a fair go
Nationalism, Religion, Patriotism and Culture only seem to divide
And war leaders declare we have God on our side.
For centuries of war wisdom we do not show
The war supposed to end all wars ended decades ago
Yet at the war memorial the last post is still played
And for the returned war heroes there is one more parade.
War only cause heartbreak the facts never lie
And every day in war zones more people do die
And even every war winner in human lives pay the cost
And victory cannot taste sweet with so many lives lost.
This latest so called war on terror based only on fear
So many evil people from the propagandists we hear
But it takes two to fight and two wrongs never make a right
And the egotistical war men one can say not that bright.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Dead Woman
If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you are not living,
I shall go on living.
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,
if you die.
I shall go on living.
Because where a man has no voice,
there, my voice
Where blacks are beaten,
I can not be dead.
When my brothers go to jail
I shall go with them.
When victory,
not my victory,
but the great victory
arrives,
even though I am mute I must speak:
I shall see it come even though I am blind.
No, forgive me,
if you are not living,
ifd you, beloved, my love,
if you
have died.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Unconquerable
I am unconquerable
I know war with myself
I know consequences
I know peace
I know service.
I am my friend
I am my foe
I dragged myself
Where I go.
I declare my victory
I declare my defeat.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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With All Mental Screams Unheard
Few have expressed...
Any interest at all that is left,
In accepting your philosophies.
And what needs to be done...
To stop more wounding of those,
Already on bruised knees.
Bleeding for a victory!
You insist can be won.
Truth as 'you' know it,
Hasn't shown much to offer.
Except those like you...
Who continue filling their coffers.
Criticsms of those who opposed you then...
Haven't diminished in numbers.
They've increased,
To add many more of them.
To call you a liar,
No longer now applies.
Especially when you've cost,
So many to lose their confidence...
With their eroded quality of lives!
You can say anything you want,
To defend yourself to no end.
But you are the reason for this devastation.
And divisions with conflict...
You dare to declare you will defend!
Proving you are the king of demonic dens.
You and what you 'value'...
Have resulted in much heartbreak!
You and your 'ways'
Have created a pain that stays bitter.
With a seething that slows the progress...
Of any mending that could begin!
You aren't even worth the act of flushing.
Hopefully you will rot!
With a punctuated guilt.
That torments with a stinging.
Burning as it rushes...
Upon you to crush into insignificant dust!
That refuses on this Earth to drop.
With all mental screams unheard!
Deserved.
As you are pinched to pieces,
In your heat infested hell!
You have served yourself so well.
And with time,
Lessons learned...
Will keep you historically used.
As an example of how a poisoned mind...
Eventually unwinds.
To leave a legacy forgotten!
But remembered as the lowest of its kind.
And 'never' again in humanity to be repeated!
You have slimed the meaning of a leadership,
Once from you...
All in your demented view,
Thought they could depend.
Thought from you they needed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about.
G.K. Chesterton in Orthodoxy
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Those Lips Poked Out
Today I declare mine.
No complaint will I find...
Or spend my time whining.
Today I declare mine.
And the rays of Sun,
Will shine on me.
And I will smile all day,
Happily.
And today I declare,
I am fine as can be.
Unaccepted is the frowning,
From those lips poked out people...
Who are not going to upset or bother me.
I declare war against those who are sore losers.
Those who have chosen to see themselves miserable...
Enjoying defeat and pity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After They Have Been Fed
No duty calls,
To perpetuate an influx...
Of destruction released.
No power held that proclaims,
Itself to be of faithful deeds...
Treats to delight the rising of conflicts,
As a reason to declare...
The certainty of victory.
No one with a responsible consciousness,
Allows insecurities to persist...
To feed upon a selfishness,
With delicious expectations.
To 'then' profess regrets...
That a diminishing integrity,
Leaves them with nothing left...
But a preparation that accepts the worst of times.
Since,
It is in their minds...
The best of times that could be lived,
Has not risen on their priority list...
That still feeds a greeding need,
To experience peace...
After they have been fed their lust for battle.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Retrieved Poetry
Poetry is dead,
Some would say.
But the inspiration that befell the poet,
But the gods that cursed the poet
Would never allow him grow weary.
It keeps pouring out like morning dew
From sundown to cock crow.
Poetry is dead,
Some would say.
Those would get paid
That wishes it out of this world.
Judgement day, the pay day, even today
,
Memories linger of what the gods inspired.
Only poetry has survived a worldwide flood.
Poetry is dead,
Some have said.
But the inspiration keeps coming,
But the memory keeps living.
Poetry lives on even when the world is dead;
It dies only if it is not poetry
And there is only a good few poetry.
Poetry is dead,
Some have said.
Until we start seeing poetry as poetry
And nothing more, until that day,
Until we start thinking he is inspired,
Until we stop thinking for the poet;
He is possessed he is innocent.
Poetry is dead,
So goes the argument.
Even as we cut from the same tree,
Even as we speak same universal language,
You cannot cut deep if your axe's blunt.
We can never speak from same mouth.
You can only say your own thought.
Poetry is dead,
So goes the argument,
If poetry is dead killed by death,
If poetry is dead swallowed by death,
The corpse should be in our front.
We should know how to bury it.
We should dig not cover it with dust.
Poetry is dead,
If poetry is really dead,
There is cause to weep bitterly,
There is cause to think deeply
For the world has been stripped naked.
For poetry is great, ageless, timeless, bottomless
At the burial we must remain emotionless.
poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi
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While no tradition coincides with experience, every tradition is essentially unique and valuable. While all traditions are of value, none is finally binding.
quote by Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan
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Slower Doses
On the surface it would appear,
Useless studies...
Pitting the blacks against whites,
And other 'minorities'
Would continue to delight,
With excitement...
Those who enjoy comparisons
Between a pampered Poodle,
And an abandoned German Shepard.
It makes no sense...
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
Where is the logic?
Other than to feed one's mental insecurities!
Graphs and charts depicting disparities,
Seem to be a tradition
To monitor the the ambitions,
And success of implanted ignorance!
But purposes on the surface,
Of 'things' manmade...
Are not revealed.
Intentions are concealed!
However...
This activity does show an advancement of sorts!
It continues to spread light
On all uses of effective weapons,
In place
That bring progressive societies
To complete ruin!
And ultimate disgrace.
It makes no sense...
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
Unless a cause and reason...
To implement genocide,
With documentation
As a means to maintain stolen lifestyles
Are maintained...
For those who prefer their own devastation,
In slower doses!
To ensure the rise of insanity is not mistaken!
Results of that achievement,
Has already been observed!
It makes no sense...
On surface of 'things' manmade!
Forget they do
'Where' the true power of all existence...
As we know it,
Originates!
From dimensions unseen!
Contemplating.
And 'Its' ultimate weapon has yet to be felt,
But comes!
To 'snap' some out of their illusion of 'greatness'
As to 'what' controls...
And 'who' survives,
From such mindless deeds of the greedy
Who see themselves as conquerers!
On the surface of 'things' manmade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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