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You Know the Ones

Aren't you tired of the folks who pass judgement?
You know the ones...
Quick to tell you how you should live
Always taking handouts from those they take for granted,
Criticizing the people who take their time to give.

Aren't you sick of those who waste your time to gossip?
You know the ones,
Glued to phones like weapons,
To add fresh lies to what they've heard!
They are nowhere to be found,
To assist 'you' when you need 'them',
But first to arrive to offer a discouraging word.

Aren't you fed up with their lack of time to listen?
Don't you wish they would grow and want to learn?
Even though they blame others for their troubling lives,
They will never feel ashamed,
To express their own limits of concern!
A repeated lesson you have learned?

You know the ones...
With their heads turned!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waste Of Time

you want to think I have a problem
well think again it lies within you
you act so rude and immature
ill act the same I wont acknowledge you
but yet you still want to run your mouth
well why even waste your time
I despise your whole existence
and that's the bottom line
your a waste of time
don't waste my time
no need for adolescent gossip
fact is that you need to grow up
don't concern yourself with my life
because I could care less what you do
you say hello to my face
ingrates and sellouts to our backs
its no miscommunication
guts is something that you lack
your a jealous bitter waste of time
there is no need to pretend
I don't owe you a thing
don't act like we are friend
you wonder why I feel like this
come on open up your eyes
your all mindless and gutless
that is why I say
I could care less what you do
your just a waste of time

song performed by by Unseen
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I Detest Those Kinds Of People

Please,
Do not interpret my giving...
Of an unsolicited opinion,
To be biased in any way.
Or as a passing of judgement.
I detest those kinds of people.

However...
Why were those folks invited,
To this exclusive party?
They look as if,
They have an absence of social skills.
I hope I am not approached.
What on Earth would 'we' have in common?

And I know for a fact,
People who live where they live at...
Are not what you might say,
Mentally equipped to comprehend...
Any of the subjects we will be discussing.

And...
Take a look at his shoes!
The last time they had a shine on them,
Was when he took them out of the box.
And that 'had' to have been many years ago.
I'll be right back.
I need a double scotch and ginger.

'I hear you.
I'm glad those people who pass judgement aren't here.
They would have a field day picking people like that apart.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Heard Those Old Stories Told

'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
I've heard those old stories told,
About what folks have done...
To make my life easy and comfortable.
Especially told to others who did not know.
And who did what...
When I got myself into ruts.

'God...
I am so glad You know the real deal! '

And I wonder 'who' that might have been?
That came to my aid when I needed them.
Hmmm...
It's true,
I have had folks give me 'things'.
And money loaned I paid back.
I've had people to me make promises.
And I remember every one of them broken...
From the time I was a kid!
Hmmm...
I can't remember anyone,
Motivating my moves!
Only You,
My Father.

I could say my entire life has been spent...
With me doing the giving.
And to a degree that would be true.
Since several people I have known...
Have told lies.
That's all they did and still do.

And I use to listen to a whole lot of BS.
With attempts I made to correct some mess.
Do I now?
No!

'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
And the biggest lesson I have learned to date?
Do not hesitate in the waiting of others to approve!
You'd be a dried up old prune in the doing.
If you've been blessed with a gift,
You better give it and be done with it!

And let whoever say whatever!
Give folks who gossip some fuel,
To keep their lips moving.
And doing something bizarre...
While you're at it!

Learn to live without restrictions and limitations.
You and your time are not defined by those mindless.
Unless you let it!
Then whose truth do you ultimately live?
It wont be mine because I have my own to live!

Although I do give folks credit where it is due.
Like being witnesses...
To the gifts God has given to me.
That's it!
Anything else folks would like to claim...
Did not occur on my watch.

But I do understand,
Why some folks like to associate themselves...
With those who struggle through and win,
Their battles and conquer over grief!
Thank You God, Almighty!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have found that I always learn more from my mistakes than from my successes. If you aren't making some mistakes, you aren't taking enough chances.

quote by John Sculley
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Yesterdays

Aren't we sick of yesterdays
that got us where we are?
All the yesterdays that got us here
and still we've not gotten far.

Aren't we tired of the yesterdays
that seem to haunt our dreams?
All the yesterdays have become todays
and nothing changes it seems.

Aren't we afraid of the yesterdays
that have never gone away?
All the yesterdays have come again
and now we have to pay.

The price we pay for yesterdays
is the sorrow we see today.
For the masses have become so used to them
that their feet are stuck in clay.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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While They Count

1,
2,
3,
They count up for me.
4,
5,
6,
I'm sick.
7,
8,
9,
10,
There they go again.
11,
12,
13,
They aren't seen.
14,
15,
16,
17,
They are only heard.
18,
19,
20,
Please don't let them,
Get to Fifty.
21,
22,
23,
Please help me.
24,
25,
26,
I'm so sick.
27,
28,
They aren't great.
29,
30,
31,
I'm the only one.
32,
33,
34,
They'll be seen no more.
35,
36,
37,
They didn't go to heaven.
38,
39,
This isn't fine.
40,
41,
42,
43,
Seven more they need.
44,
45,
I dream of a hive.
46,
47,
48,
49,
They are gone,
With only one.

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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A smile again n again...

A smile again n again...

So many things happen in life,
n u smile,
People ignore u,
u smile,
they dont like u,
but u smile,
u feel bad,
still u smile,
They do it again n again,
but u keep up ur smile.

u aren't great as them,
u aren't wished like them,
u aren't talked like them,
still u love them,
n welcome them,
with a smile.

Time keep movin',
n u need them,
they laugh at you,
they put u aside,
n u have it all,
with a smile.

U feel alone,
u feel exhausted,
tears keep flowing,
but u hide them,
n instead, show your lips,
carrying a smile.
-Prankul

poem by Prankul Agarwal
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The revelations of great men

If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.

If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.

If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.

If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.

If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient

You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.

You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.

You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.

You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.

But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blessed Cats and Dogs

Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.

Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.

Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.

We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?

poem by Naveed Akram
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If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

quote by Barbara de Angelis
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Is Everyone In Camouflage?

The enemy approaches.
We must prepare.
With a keeping of our weapons loaded.
Here they come now.
Is everyone in camouflage?

'Yes.
But...
Aren't they our allies?
Aren't they our families and friends? '

Ssshhhh.
We have no time to quibble over the details.
What difference does that make?
We must protect our interests, standards...
AND values.
Keep it quiet.
They are getting closer.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Valentine’s Day

Today is Valentine’s Day.
I love you; I want to say why.
You’re a woman.
You aren’t old.
You’re in my vicinity.
You aren’t my property.
You’re in form.
You aren’t a storm.
You’re shy.
You aren’t sly.
You’re friendly.
You aren’t deadly.
Today is Valentine’s Day
I want to say my love to you.
13.02.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Grown Folks Continue to Roll Eyeballs

No steps should one take backward...
Unless they are in some game.
It's okay if something is to be learned.
If something from hindsight will change.
But some aren't prepared to learn at all.
Unless they qualify who teaches...
And why they should learn.
Leaving lessons missed,
With minds left twisted to drift.
And arguments over who has learned...
Anything at all.
Opportunities become stagnant...
And grown folks continue to roll eyeballs.
As if there was something in their heads connecting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tolerance Through The Year

A little bit of tolerance lives
Within your heart each day,
When you do a worthwhile deed,
Give a word of encouragement away.

Do not save your kindness
For just a special or selective time?
We all want to be loved and accepted
And live in a world that is fine.

Give a helping hand to someone,
Instill hope and spirit today.
The things that mean the most
Aren't always those for which we pay.

Racism and discrimination has not faded,
Many people live in hatred and fear.
So, keep tolerance living in your heart
And it will grow immensely every year.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Hocus Pocus

They don't know what they want.
Taking indecisive jaunts...
With new personas changed,
Undaunted with flaunted aims!

And they are the ones
To say others aren't real.
When they themselves aren't sure,
What it is they feel.
Quick to attack...
Without a moment's notice,
Disappearing to come back...
As if it's hocus pocus,
That keeps them so unfocused!

Demanding a respect,
They themselves do not reflect!
In times when it's accepted...
They with disdain,
Often reject it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dividends Expected

If anyone decides they'd like to get immediate feedback,
As to how their investment has progressed...
They need not look any further,
Than to the activities of their children.
And what and who has influenced them...
Along their paths when making their decisions.
When questions aren't asked answers aren't volunteered.

One who has invested time and devoted sacrifice,
Need not be too concern of their dividends expected.
Most times one can count on not experiencing a loss.
And those who have losses may be disappointed,
When all of their eggs have been 'cracked'...
And forced to be placed in one basket and mismatched,
To high expectations without periodic examination.

'But...
My portfolio was designed to retrieve specific,
And guaranteed returns.'

~But...
Times have changed.
And throwing money away...
Does not mean any of it should stick,
When the one receiving it takes it for granted...
Without it being earned to learn or acquire a purpose.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aren't You The Friend You Promised Me That You Were?

I'm dragging my feet
I don't understand
Why when i'm down
You wont take my hand
Aren't you friend you promised me that you were?

You've built up my trust
You've taken it all
Please don't break my heart
Please don't let me fall
Aren't you the friend you promised me that you were?

I'm treading on
And i'm getting by
Even though i just feel the need to cry
Just answer this one question that i ask
Aren't i at least worth that?
Aren't you the friend you promised me that you were?

poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Why Are There Complaints?

I don't understand!
Aren't we living the lives folks demand?

Our sons are encouraged
By our daughters to be 'bad'!
'He's so bad! Just like a boy! '
We teach our children the love of weapons...
From daily games,
And given as Christmas toys.
'I thought Jesus was of peace?
And no where around the manger was there a sign
Of retaliation! '
I sat in one church...
And heard the devil's name repeated over and over again.
It was not clear what was being worshipped...
Introduced or enforced!
We speak of fellowship as if 'that' should be a religious movement,
Instead of a natural occurence!
And the values of standards, quality of life and traditions?
Please...
Entertaining lust and temptations!
Those are the foundations supporting the walls of shopping malls!
And television has been the marketing savior for greed!
Let's get 'real' about infesting delusions with teased fantasies!

I don't understand!
Aren't we living the lives folks demand?
Then why are there complaints of any kind?
Oh...
I see!
Bigots who are racists perceive,
They are not satisfied unless others unlike themselves,
Are deprived?
This has been a tremendous marketing strategy,
That has brought the current economy to grinding halt!
No wonder those bad terrorists and enemies,
Endangering this way of life have to be stopped!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lifecycle

People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream.
People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam.
People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying.
People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
People aren't fired for what they say, they're fired for making war.
People don't die for what they believe, they die for who they are.

poem by Poet Dragon
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Randall

1, 2, 3, 4,
My name is Randall,
No I don't think I've met you before my friend,
I don't really know you,
But I heard your message on the answering machine,
Think it went something like this,
"Hello Randall,
Heard that you wrote a big hit,
And you're rich now,
Hope you remember the promise you made,
When I taught you everything that you know"
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come.
My name is rock star,
Tell me aren't you sick of me yet, my friends,
Cos I am the asshole,
Who thinks that his advise is all you need to survive,
Give me the sound of the crowd,
Give me the people who know all the lyrics,
Give me the face of the kid in the front,
When he realises what the song is about.
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Here they come.
Time to tell the truth now Randall,
Time to give it up now Randall,
Time to let us know now Randall,
Please, Randall please,
My name is Randall,
And that can be anything you want it to be,
Woo!
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Here they come,
Here they come,
Here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come,
Do run run, do run run,
Randall here they come.

song performed by by Wheatus
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