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With A 'Reading' Made To Fit

There are those filled to the brim,
With belief...
All they have to do is charade pretense,
And their masking faces will be accepted.

And there are the ones,
Quick to strip false butts to leave naked.
With a 'reading' made to fit!
And caring less of their pretentiousness.

'Are you ready to split?
My face has begun to crack.
And my extensive makeup,
Is beginning to embarrass and to drip.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naked

'my family, my friends, my children, my wife...'
Have you ever tried to strip naked
i mean from body to soul

'my job, my country, my school...'
Have you ever tried to go naked
for the winds to blow and the sun to scotch

'my God, my religion, my pastor/preacher...'
you've got to try being naked
to lay out your thoughts and meet the truth

The world and all it's dwellings could belong
but try going naked for a day
and visit the realms of greatness

This is not madness but sadness
with which i beseech you to strip naked
and find the truth we've all missed

strip naked: put off the cloth of pretense
move out of the darkness of illusion
and come where naked, where the light shines.

poem by Timothy muggaga
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10.15 Saturday Night

10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And i'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And i'm wondering
Where she's been
And i'm crying
For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It's always the same

song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stop Staring At Them, Harry...

I hope I do not embarrass?
I'm feeling like a child,
With a new toy I cherish.
I'm wishing to let everyone know...
I share it with you,
No one else will do.

I hope I do not embarrass?
I feel as if,
We are experiencing Paris.
That romantic place,
Where hearts embrace.
And love is not hidden.
Those who are smitten...
Have it written on their faces.

I hope I do not embarrass.
And I know we're not in Paris.
But this is something felt,
I feel must be shown.
I hope I do not embarrass...
Pushing you around in this grocery carriage.
And watching the customers' eyes open wide...
As you and I act like children,
On a carnival ride.

'Stop staring at them, Harry.
They're on crack! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naked

Naked as a jaybird,
it feels so free.
Unclothed, unfettered
like a baby.
Not worn down
with clothes all around,
ashamed to be seen
but when no one's found
in your company
you strip.

Strip away your clothes,
strip away your shoes,
strip away the make-up
and anything you use
to give a false impression
for the entire world to see.
You're not naked as a jaybird
so you can't fly free.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lacking In the Package

Being stripped naked.
And inspected for those blemishes,
Or flaws...
I accept!

I am not one to pretend they do not exist.
Or am I one to wish them away.
Not as eager as I am to be naked.
Just like this!

So please...
You will not embarrass me,
If you believe there is something I need to know...
That I have mistaken as a gift!

And you have viewed 'something'
That is lacking in the package!

I will admit over the years...
That parts of me aren't so quick to lift!
Or satisfy the beholder,
Who believes I should at least address it.

That,
And/or my nakedness.
Or my willingness to completely strip,
To bare all!

Even though my grip,
On my narcissistic days...
Do seem to be slipping,
Into a fading aging phase.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Your Fears Are Faced

I wish to bring you fear?
With a convincing done of it?
No! You are the one convinced,
That a truth spoken to you...
Is to be feared with a quick defense.

And you regard me,
As someone who offends...
Your pretentiousness to replace?
But it has been this pretentiousness,
Preventing your happiness you have erased.

What I offer and bring to you,
Is the closest you have ever been...
To anything you can refer and call an awakening.
With a beginning of a reality,
You need not fear once your fears are faced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Ready For a Maiming

I'm not a cough dropp popper,
To hide a tainted breath.
If my breath gets that bad,
I'll get myself arrested.

You may offer your suggestions,
If onions eatened overwhelm.
But we're not together kissing.
So dismiss what you smell.

You're not all that...
To get me to believing there's an interest.

You ask me why my shoes aren't spitshined.
And my tie not straight...
As if we're dating,
To become cell mates.

Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!

You don't know my name!
And we wont get that far.
So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.

Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!

So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.

Estranged I'll be from those 'arrangements'.
Don't wanna woe.
Don't try to sell me those arrangements.
No woe I owe.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked,
By arrangements.
Don't wanna woe.
No maniac will trap me training.
No woe I owe.
To get me ready for a maiming!
Oh no!
I'm not that ready.
I'm not that ready.
I'm never ready for a maiming!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Domestic Violence

Burned to a crisp,
And blistered by it.

Some may not come to expect,
A direct announcement one might get.
From one sharing a relationship...
That time has come,
For the two of them to split!

Burned to a crisp,
And blistered by it.

Some signs are subtle.
Like an introduction made,
Of a new face someone has laid.
Under unusual circumstances.
When a spouse or a mate...
Is caught in broad daylight,
Making obvious advances.

Other signs are more direct!
Like catching a spouse or a mate,
Making arrangements for a date!
And that date shows up...
To immediately strip,
And both expose naked butts!

THIS is a 'clue'...
Someone has been fooling around,
On you!
And cares less what it is you do!

I would think this relationship...
Has lost something 'valued' too!
Wouldn't you?

Burned to a crisp,
And blistered by it.

Some may not come to expect,
A direct announcement one might get.
From one sharing a relationship...
That time has come,
For the two of them to split!
And to prove this...
Someone dares to incite,
Domestic violence!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nip This In the Bud and Split

Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
And...
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.

You and I out of hiding can be free.
To get rid of any darkness...
Holding onto us to suppress.
And...
You and I can slip from a safety net.
That has us boxed in perceiving,
All our needs will be met,
If a trusted faith we leave...

Behind us!

Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.

Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.

Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.

No one who trys to fly is bored!

Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.

Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud and split.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Introducing Doubt To Weaken

Remove I've done,
From a confinement to undo.
And to choose to escape,
From perceptions...
Time,
Has taught me to erase.

Remove I've done,
The faking of false faces.
Kept to do,
In fear that I would offend someone...
And masquerading in pretense,
Would find my presence more accepted.

Remove I've done,
Notions of impressions to give.
And to strip myself to expose my identity,
Has meant more to more...
Than the approval of someone lessened,
By a harboring of their own hidden insecurities.

Removed from me I have done,
Those kinds of deliberating limitations.
Introducing doubt to weaken,
My desire to live my life...
Free of anyone's ability,
To qualify the passing of their judgements.

That action,
Is not invited or solicited in defining my life...
Lived the way it has been intended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ready To Leave

My life is screwed my days are dome I need to die to have some fun

I need to die and leave this place and meet my father face to face!

My father is the devil you see and the evil in him is the evil in me, and no holy man can get him out of me, because its in my blood and its in my soul and the only way to get rid of it is to get rid of me hole,

my father is great my father is fun instead of sitting in a church reading a book to worship him you kill random people and spend the money you took, instead of caring about the living you talk to the dead and blow off peoples head,

so im ready to go is ready to leave so I can meet my father and finally be free.

poem by Amber Vasquez
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Ready to leave

My life is screwed my day's are done I need to die to have some fun
I need to die and leave this place and meet my father face to face!
My father is the devil you see and the evil in him is the evil in me,
and no holy man can get him out of me,
because its in my blood and its in my soul and the only way to get rid of it is to get rid of me hole, silver bullet pierce my chest put me down put me to rest,
my father is great my father is fun instead of sitting in a church reading a book
to worship him you kill random people and spend the money you took,
instead of caring about the living you talk to the dead and blow off peoples head,
so i'm ready to go is ready to leave so I can meet my father and finally be free.

poem by Liera Bloodheart
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Some Prefer What's On The Surface

It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done and quick.

It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done,
Before they run.

Some prefer what's on the surface,
And not below it to pick.
Some prefer what's on the surface,
With no thought attached to it.
Some prefer what's on the surface,
Since it's easier to get.
Without a picking up to leave to then split.

It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done and quick.

It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
To pick up,
To leave to then split.

And many will prefer it to sit.
With...
A caring less of meaning in it.
Or...
Discovering themselves,
A meaninglessness.

No one wishes to discover,
A meaning exists.
Or bother to uncover,
A meaninglessness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The false belief

That the God answers
Might be a false belief.
That the God hears us
Might be a false belief.
Only belief, though false,
Give us strength for hopes.
02.06.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inkwell Spills

Inkwell
spills
on
the frills
of my frock
drip
drip
drip
blackened sock.

Inkwell
spills
over
the lines
of my sonnet
drip
drip
drip
blackened bonnet.

Out into the rain
breathe in the air.
Ocean spray on my face
Wild wind in my hair.
I climb
I canter
over mountains
and hills
while
drip
drip
drip
the Inkwell spills

poem by Frances May
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The Beginning Of Philosophy

i agree
and that will be completely
that the beginning of
philosophy is wonder,

that the beginning of wisdom
is not the fear of God
but love

that the beginning of poetry
is feeling
one that you cannot speak about
frontally
or directly because what is obvious
loses the meaning of
its truth

that what i feel sometimes may all
be too disturbing
to you and so here i am

in the world of metaphors
masking
if only to reveal the true face of
myself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cries of Anguish Sighed

One day,
You will say what you mean.
Without post-traumatic stress,
Coming to exist from a premeditative visit.
In preparation for your defense...
To have others see you as the one victimized.
The one picked upon...
As you sweeten with innocence.
And disgusting those not 'smoozed' by your pretense.
Beginning as it does to get sickening to witness.

Cries of anguish sighed are kicked to the side.
After a noticeable pattern of this,
Starts to affect too many lives.
And those entertained by it have been satisfied.

You hide behind deceit and embellished lies.
A disguise you have worn too long.
Smothering to mask insecurities and incompetence.
And instead of ending your charade,
You wish to enforce you way...
To have this maladjustment accepted.
Making it increasingly difficult,
For you to ever know reality...
Without peeking at it from a distance.
And complaining how 'mean' it seems!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drip, drip, drip

tears roll down my face
drip, drip, drip

that's all I hear as the tears fall
in the dark
I sit alone as blood runs down my arm
and mixes with my tears
drip, drip, drip

my door is locked
my knife is a deadly scarlet
getting closer every time
to the veins I desirer
drip, drip, drip

I push the blade deeper into my arm
it hurts but it's a good pain
a knock at the door
I grab my friend and scream
as I find the veins I want
drip, drip, drip

my mom walks in as I fall to the floor
my dying words to my mom
'I live no more'
she rushed to my body and calls for my dad
I smile as they see my pain
drip, drip, drip

as my blood hits the floor
my mom screams my name
I smile once more
and say good bye
my mom screams ' why god why? '
the last words I heard were a plea for help
until the final
drip, drip, drip

poem by No Reason To Care
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Judged By Just Looking At Its Cover

Do you see that book they are reading,
From beginning to end.
With an intention to absorb something,
From it.
That is the same book,
You judged by just looking at its cover.
And they are the ones discovering,
A more meaning from a life...
You have come to despise.

'You haven't read it either.
Or you wouldn't be here talking to me.'

I see. So quick you are,
To base your opinions on appearances.
I'll leave you with this...
If your head wasn't filled with assumptions,
You would realize...
It doesn't matter where you are,
When making a decision to do what it is you wish.
Instead of trying to impress,
From a point of view that is limited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Naked Man!

only the naked man,
who's left all baggage behind,
can stand in the heat of the fire,

and slay the corporate beast!
only the naked man,
who wears his scars with pride,

can forgive the unforgivable,
and so heal this land.
only the naked man,

without pretense or game,
can stand up to the truth,
and set the captives free!

only the naked man,
with nothing left to lose,
can find the light

in a sky darkened by greed.
only the naked man,
beaten and cursed,

will stand and give a hand
without seeing your face...
only the naked man...

no longer praying to an unknown god,
will beat the sacred drum,
that wipes away your tears...

only the naked man!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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