Worthy of the Defamation and Slander
I have always been declared,
Strange and the odd one out!
So naturally,
I became quite annoyed...
When you made the 'decision'
To include yourself amongst the ranks.
Now I find myself desperately creating,
Something fresh and invigorating...
You can not wake up in a rush,
And announce this area you'd like to taste
With a flair I've placed my careful touches!
Do you realize,
How long it has taken me to develop my weirdness?
Years,
Of calculated refinement!
You have forced me to broaden a definition...
That will maximize continued suspicions!
And keep my public appearances,
Worthy of the defamation and slander!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If men can develop weapons that are so terrifying as to make the thought of global war include almost a sentence for suicide, you would think that man's intelligence and his comprehension... would include also his ability to find a peaceful solution.
quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower
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The Irony of Love
Irony is a literary or rhetorical device.
The essayist Henry Watson Fowler wrote:
“any definition of irony
—though hundreds might be given,
and very few of them would be accepted—
must include this,
that the surface meaning
and the underlying meaning of
what is said are not the same.'
He left out that any definition of
Irony must include that it is cruel.
I never understood
The meaning of irony
Or how cruel it can be,
Until you told me,
That though you may love me,
You find it difficult to
Hear the words
“I love you” from me.
You see, some three years ago
You jokingly said
'I love you' to me,
And I begged you
Never to utter those words again.
Not because I did not want to hear them,
But because they were difficult for me.
They carried heart-felt consequences
That I did not want to face.
So, I shut out my heart and followed my head.
And in life filled with so many regrets,
It was the biggest mistake I ever made.
The irony,
After some thousand days have past,
You uttered the same
Imprudent sentiment to me.
This sentiment is the definition of irony –
The surface meaning
And underlying meaning are not the same.
Because although I asked you not to say
“I love you”,
It is all I wanted to hear.
The cruelty,
That now that heaven has at last
Blessed, cursed me with
Clarity of the heart,
And I want to say what I mean
With no different underlying sentiment,
You tell me you do not
Want to hear these words from me.
But the most ironic and cruelest part,
Will be,
If you make the same mistake I made
And keep from me what is within your heart.
poem by Hal Caufield
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Slander
Slander has a sharper edge than a sword,
More venomous than venom in action,
More severe than cyclones in damage,
And penetrates through the impenetrable.
Victims of slander are often women,
Mostly mistresses of men in high ranks,
Maidens of all ranks and famous queens.
It sleeps with them in their graves to our delight.
28.02.2009
[Inspired by Shakespeare’s Cymbeline act III, iv]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If we change the definition of marriage to be more inclusive, then it is logical to argue that we should broaden the definition so that won't exclude anyone.
quote by Jack Kingston
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Desparately
Every night its the same
I hear you callin my name
Youre lyin next to me
I give into your charms
You disappear in my arms
I realize its just a dream, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Shake the sleep from my head
And try to crawl out of bed
Today is just another day
I make the coffee for one
I turn the radio on
Pretend that everythings ok, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Know theres no reason to smile
Its gonna take me awhile
Cause I still love you desperately
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Watch the sun goin down
There aint nobody around
I feel a night in the breeze
I keep on tellin myself
I dont need nobody else
And I can do as I please, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now
Every night its the same
I hear you callin my name
I still love you desperately
I still love you
I still want you
I still love you desperately
song performed by by George Strait
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Desperately
There's something 'bout the way
You looked at me
Made me think for a moment that
Maybe we were meant to be
Living our lives separately
And It's strange that things change but not me wanting you so desperately
[chorus]
Oh, I cannot ignore it,
I keep giving in,
But I should know better
'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me
And it's strange that things change but not me wanting you so desperately
You looked my way, you said "you frustrate me"
Like you're thinking of lines and times when you and I were you and me
You took our chance out on the street
then i missed my chance and chances are
It won't be coming back to me
[chorus]
So desperately... ho
[chorus]
I want you so desperately, oo oo oo
I keep giving in,
But I should know better
I keep giving in,
But I should know better
So desperately
I want you so desperately
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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One would expect that private property taken by eminent domain would become land available for public use such as parks and roads. Unfortunately, this decision creates a loophole for government to manipulate the definition of public use simply to generate greater tax revenue.
I Got The Message
I finally got your message today
After you made me
Wait 4 days for your reply
It took all I had
Not to write you back
Because I finally realize that
Your not worthy of my time
Even though I wasted alot of it
On You over the years
Just waiting for your
situation to change
I realize now that it wont
Because your the kind of person
Who got to have your cake
And eat it to for so long.
An ever-relished chase
It has been a long chase
For something or the other
Over these years
As a kid it was a chase
For toys and play things
As a student it was a chase
For marks and ranks
As a youth it was a chase
After career and growth
And later it was chase
For getting the right life partner
The chase continued
For off-springs’ upbring
It was later to chase
For helping children settle
Ageing made me chase
For cure from illnesses
And other physical malfunctions
Yes,
It was a long chase for
Something or the others all these days
One understanding dawned in me
That
You will not get that
Which you have not chased
And
You will not get every thing
Which you have chased
Even if you get the object of your chase
It is not going to be in that form
In which it was when you started the chase
Unfruitful chase proves frustrating
Fruitful chase exciting
Wisdom will tell you that
The pleasure is more with the act of chase
Than getting hold of the object of chase
Holding of the object of chase
And sustaining its charm
Are essential after the end of chase
Very likely, chase for objects of
Worldly significance
Takes away your energy
And a lot of time elapses
Before you get in possession
Of your chase-objects
The duration at times is so large
That you wonder at the end of the chase
As to what for this object has been chased
The one chase which
Has the least probability
Of ending and
You hardly get hold of the
Object of chase
Is the
Chase for self-actualization
Or self-realization
This is the chase after your spirit
That kept you going all these days
And that will keep you going
Till that time when you away
Spiritual scholars assure
That this chase is really exciting
And remains so for any long
Whether or not
You come across what you are chasing
Develop a taste for such a chase
As this chase
Never makes you tired
But helps you remain balanced, cool
And unmindful of happenings
Around you
It is indeed an ever-relished chase
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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My Future In Khatmandu
MY FUTURE IN KHATMANDU
The old man read my palm
shook his head
and sighed.
You shall have no power, he declared.
Excuse me?
No power, he repeated.
No power and no children.
No power, no children and a short life.
Dust half as old as Jesus
fell silently around us
and water streamed
From sculpted elephant trunks.
Everest ignored us.
Massive tectonic plates
just below grumbled.
The old man had power.
I had none.
No children either.
Forty years later I inhale
the aroma of fresh basil
and realize I’m tired
Of waiting for trumpets to announce
The end of this short life.
I’m impatient for sunrise.
Another day to prove him wrong.
poem by Burgess Needle
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Secret Lovers
All these men
Will keep secretly
Writing to you
And keep secretly
Meeting you
But in public
Will vehemently
Deny, ever having
Known you…
They are at ease
Being your secret
Lovers…as long as
They can maintain
Their secrecy…and
Save their reputation
But they'll cower away
From public view, never
Wanting to be seen with you,
If it ever causes them defamation
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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It Is Fresh If Kept, Cool
It is fresh if kept,
Away from that which spoils...
Those attitudes,
Quicken to darken by a mood.
It's fresh if kept,
Together without salt.
And a peppered tongue,
Spiced with words from a mouth to come out!
It is fresh if kept,
Away from evil people.
A mind that finds,
A peace inside...
Found from nine to five!
And from...
Five to nine!
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from evil people.
A mind that finds,
A peace inside...
Found from nine to five!
And...
Five to nine!
Evil will have those you love dearly,
Convinced...
You are not who you are!
It is fresh if kept,
Away from that which spoils...
Those attitudes,
Quicken to darken by a mood.
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
Choose not to be annoyed.
It is fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
Choose not to be annoyed.
Choose not to be destroyed.
Keep your mind kept fresh.
Choose not to be annoyed.
Choose not to be destroyed.
It is fresh if kept,
Cool.
Choose not to be annoyed.
Choose not to be destroyed.
Keep your mind kept fresh,
And cool.
Keep your mind kept fresh.
And away from fools.
Keep your mind kept fresh,
And cool.
It's best not to be annoyed.
It's best not to be destroyed!
Evil will have those you love dearly,
Convinced...
You are not who you are!
It is best to keep cool.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Midas Touches
This I will handle in another way.
To keep the scent fresh and away from decay.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Up on your list.
I want this lifted.
To crush all fussing.
With a must that's hushed!
You need that midas...
Touch that rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
This I will handle in another way.
To keep the scent fresh and away from decay.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
You need that midas...
Touch that rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
You need that midas...
Touch,
That rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't rush or cuss...
With a fussing that doesn't do much!
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't rush or cuss...
With a fussing that doesn't do much!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
song performed by by Survivor
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Division Had Been Their Decision
For those who believe,
With ease they can excuse...
Every detail of their anger,
Physically enforced upon others...
With a hindsight now wished,
That a forgiveness not given...
From victims they've abused.
KKK, Nazi and skinhead reformers,
Now endorsing love and peace.
From an underground released,
To make public their appearances.
After actively in years increasing...
Racial tensions unleashed like beasts.
Division had been their decision...
To despise those innocent,
With defamation, murder and maim.
Now as guilt rides their consciousness...
In a disrobing of confessions.
Expressing regrets for their ugliness...
They are making attempts,
To re-invent their mental illnesses.
Finding God in prisons...
Or wherever these misfits sit!
For those who believe,
With ease they can excuse...
Every detail of their anger,
Physically enforced upon others...
With a hindsight now wished,
That a forgiveness not given...
From victims they've abused.
Only God has that power.
And it's God who will devour them...
Whether they masquerade in hopeless fear.
Or wish to erase their sins to clear...
Their souls to enter a Kingdom.
A Kingdom lost souls can not smear.
A Kingdom that comes and is near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rain After Summer
Hidden for long lost years
He can't suppress anymore
The burden of forced out cheers
Made sadness a distant folklore!
He's desperately seeking a place
Silent enough for his heartthrob
Where none can see his face
Unhindered he can sob!
He needed it for long he felt
Unfrozen his heart would melt
Before his tears dry up unspent
They must gush out in torrent!
He must leave behind the arid mile
The aching jaw of a false smile
And shed in abandon all his pain
So that he could be himself once again!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Break Loose
I’m growing old disgracefully.
It is not eccentricity
but a decision I have made,
Though rules are meant to be obeyed
.
The time has come to be just me
and not the me you’d have me be.
Although perhaps you’ll fume and fuss
I do not give a tinkers cuss.
No keeping up appearances.
Seeking official clearances
to the things I want to do.
If you don’t like it you can sue.
No three piece suit and tie for me
I aim for comfort casually.
There’s no one who I need impress.
Removes the need to power dress.
What you see is what you get
I am quite real so don’t forget.
No man can say he is my boss
I cannot say I feel the loss.
Retired now completely free
to be the man I want to be..
I have no need to chase success
I never did I must confess.
I lived my life as I thought best.
I think I earned the right to rest.
I find that rest’s eluding me
and I have little time that’s free
It’s rather strange but now I find
I left the world of work behind.
I’m busier than I was before
I find that I am doing more.
More than I ever did at work
although I was not one to shirk.
Perhaps because I can refuse
to do the things of little use.
Which used to be required of me
by people in authority
of little use to anyone.
Not now those days are long gone
I’ve cast aside my public face.
The mask I used to keep in place.
So I can act disgracefully
and let whole world see it’s me.
So growing old disgracefully
Is much more fun than quietly
Just taking to my easy chair
and let the world forget I’m there.
There’s more to life than the TV
I want to live outrageously.
Its my intent to break the rules.
which rule the life of the poor fools.
Who think at sixty life is done.
Retirement is the time for fun.
I find I can enjoy each day
in doing things in my own way.
Take my advice and don’t think twice
retirement is very nice.
Cast off responsibility
grow old disgracefully like me.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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