Within HIS Inner Circle
He is wearing them out.
Their accustomed indignities...
Are now sought by him,
To come spewing from their mouths.
And everyday the same insults,
Seem as if they come from little kids.
The ones that wish to bully...
But the one they wish to do it to,
Seems to thrive on it...
As if it was nourishment that it gives.
He is wearing them out.
Their accustomed indignities...
Are now sought by him,
To come spewing from their mouths.
They seek his birth certificate.
Something to prove he actually exists.
Their verbal obscenities have become useless.
And his arrogance displayed,
Appears to thrive on it!
'We've secured his birth certificate.
And he has already exposed his own dirt.
His intelligence is something we have never encountered.
And intimidating him has driven us to exhaustion.
Even the threat of death,
Produces on his face a grin.
He acts as if...
He 'is' The Almighty.
Or someone extremely close,
Within HIS inner circle.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Or Without Certifiable Documents
Birth certificate aside.
When did one's birth certificate,
Qualify them with competence?
And those who have them...
Why has the importance of having one,
Not as of yet assisted in providing proof...
Anyone seeking another's evidence of being born,
Impresses with an accountability they have not shown.
Even taking responsibility for their own actions commited...
Are blamed on someone else!
Birth certificate aside.
When did one's birth certificate,
Qualify them with competence?
Or excluded them from an honesty,
That has been truthfully with a blatantness deceived...
With or without certifiable documents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A certificate of live birth is not the same thing by any stretch of the imagination as a birth certificate.
quote by Donald Trump
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The death certificate
The commendation certificates,
The graduation certificates,
The experience certificates
And the birth certificate
Are dead when death certificate is born.
04.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Piece Of Paper
A diploma hanging on the wall
is really not you at all.
It's just a piece of paper.
A marriage certificate in your file
of when you two walked down the aisle
is just a piece of paper.
A birth certificate, signed and sealed
made you legal but concealed
that it's just a piece of paper.
A death certificate proves you're gone.
The truth is you've just moved on.
It was just a piece of paper.
All these papers that yellow with time
were really not worth one thin dime.
They were just pieces of paper.
Your life was never all those things.
Your life was when you took on wings
and soared with love for all.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confronting Their Common Sense With Logic
To demand some people,
That they should be held morally responsible
And accountable to others...
Would be the equivalent of teaching hoodlums,
The value of learning to sing Broadway tunes...
To enhance their appreciation for humanity.
The thought is admirable.
But the reality of its implementation,
Does seem to be a bit Hollywoodish.
If people are not accustomed to being honest,
Or direct and upfront...
Confronting their common sense with logic,
Is likened to convincing those of greed at a feast...
To share their gluttony with those homeless and hungry.
This is not going to happen.
Unless...
Mother Nature steps in,
To reveal the leeches for the thieves they are.
And even then indignities to God,
Are spewed from their filthy mouths!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Residential
Residential certificate is forged
Residential certificate not required.
Who is competent to issue residential certificate
Who is a resident here and for how long
Nothing is known and nobody comeforward to say about
This place and the nomenclature changed.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Only with our government are you given a certificate at birth, a license at marriage, and a bill at death.
quote by Jennifer Dunn
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A Menace To Those Unconscious
I've been Black for a while now.
So I am accustomed,
To having my intelligence questioned.
Even by those who have not proven,
To have any at all.
I am 'suspected' to be able to think!
I often thought if I was a thief,
I'd be extremely dangerous.
But I chose honesty!
Which leaves my designation,
As just a threat.
A menace to those unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marriage Certificates
After the marriage,
Somebody keeps the marriage certificate;
After the marriage,
Somebody's name changes;
And the children born to this union bear the name of the man.
Learn from these facts to keep you going,
And try to teach one another to stay at peace;
For this marriage certificate means a lot to you.
One seeks for his or her lover,
And one marries his or her lover 'for better or for worse';
But after the marriage,
Somebody keeps the maariage certificate.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Must Come Out of Disguise
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
If you insist upon using the same list,
You must approach those of 'lowlife' you depict...
With an undeniable,
Sincere sensibility...
If you choose what you say to stick.
You see...
They've grown accustomed to your capabilities.
And they believe you have yet to expose,
The depth of your sleaze.
They feel there is more you have yet to show.
I'd like to offer some suggestions...
Since your lack of commitment is in question.
You've infuriated the people with a periodic tease.
Their expectations have grown.
And like them I too believe...
Those who create and bait animosities,
Should not deliver them just to leave.
Your ability to deceive should be given proper credit.
Every aspect of it was from your mind as conceived.
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Realization That Has Come
All of their thug cronies,
Have silenced themselves of late.
Few seem to be demanding today,
Proof of a president's birth certificate.
And/or birthdate.
There is a realization that has come,
To land upon their sensibilities.
Everything President Obama is trying to correct...
Has been directly associated,
With their incompetence and deeds misguided.
And a prior leadership misdirected.
All of their thug cronies,
Have silenced themselves of late.
Few seem to be demanding today,
Proof of a president's birth certificate.
And/or birthdate.
And their latest fiasco sits in the Gulf of Mexico.
Without a clue how to fix it.
But a blame of this,
Will be wherever President Obama sits.
Since a shifting of blame has been a custom we live with.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Much Does This Become a Factor
To be branded different,
Eventually motivates...
The one made aware of it.
The one feeling misfit...
And out of place.
The one labelled with indignities,
By others.
Taunting!
To initiate feelings of being disgraced.
Those discovered unmotivated...
And dispersing their own brand,
Of collective mental punishment.
Unsolicited yet promoted!
Unless they are in agreement,
Someone they perceive beneath them...
Who has achieved success,
Merits a cold shoulder...
To express and show,
Their disapproval.
With ignorance intact!
And this act done...
Comes complete,
With unattractive verbal attacks.
Sweetened to release their insecurities.
To satisfy a self importance,
They hope is noticed!
With an exposed devotion.
And...
It is!
Some sick notion practiced.
And...
It is!
Very much a factor,
In determining their lack of consciousness.
Possessed as if sought after.
To keep and defend against,
Those minding their business.
Those unaffected by this.
And indifferent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are
As a 'precocious' child,
And extremely curious...
The playing of hide and seek,
Was fun until it wasn't.
Yes...
I use to peek to see,
Where the others would hide first...
Before I found a place impossible,
To be found.
Then I would leave the neighborhood,
To walk around and adventure.
And when I returned,
Those same kids would be hiding.
To be sought.
Today?
Those same 'kids' are hiding,
To be sought.
And there is something about that,
I no longer find amusing.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
Your children have become crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vickie Lynn Hogan is my birth certificate's name.
quote by Anna Nicole Smith
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Of Those Who Do Speak The Truth
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
Very few are open and direct like that.
To leave those dishonest suspicious.
And the ones looking for dirt to uncover,
Of those who do speak the truth...
Find themselves digging deeper holes,
To expose their own deceits and ways they've cheated...
They can not climb out of the mud and slime they've created,
To enable those observing them...
Complaining as they confess of committing their own sins.
Even in the pouring rain people like this smell.
'Excuse me...
What is that you're wearing?
I've notice the people here,
Have picked that as their favorite scent.
What is it? '
~Stench.~
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
And yet...
Those who are honest with themselves,
Have no problem revealing their own dirt first.
And if you do know anyone who does speak with truth,
Do you ever think of them as being negative?
Many do.
And why is that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thriving
We thrive together
And perish together.
It is comradeship.
We thrive with a leader
And perish with him.
It is monarchy.
We thrive with a master
And perish for him.
It is slavery.
We thrive together
And perish sporadically.
It is the survival of the fittest.
We thrive together
And perish fighting with in.
It is barbarism.
A democracy witnesses
All these sects mixed.
11.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Mutual Sharing Has Become Effective
What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn.
What can be said,
To some who struggles?
Toiling needlessly as if a martyr,
Out to prove...
A shackling to a ball and chain,
Is one's mission.
And the one watching this,
Shouting in a voice that has become hoarse...
Becomes just as sickened!
And suggestions from others to quit,
Divorce from it...
Is unbearable to see!
Yet can not leave.
What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn?
Nothing!
As long as they have someone there,
To witness their despair...
A mutual sharing has become effective,
In the process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If someone accuses me of not being born here, I can go -within 10 minutes - to my filing cabinet and I can pick up my real birth certificate and I can go, 'See? Look! Here it is. Here it is.'
quote by Luke Scott
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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