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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes

You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes

You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes

You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes

You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes

You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes

You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes

You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes

You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes

You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes

You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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With Intent

The lonely leopard forced to find
His next meal now and then,
Walked with intent, with single mind,
With one thought yet again...
To hunt alone, with none to blame
If something should go wrong,
Just basic skills that stayed the same,
That's why he must stay strong...

He passed the time reserving power,
Till his next meal arrived,
Perhaps within this coming hour,
Based on the plans contrived...
His eyes looked left, his eyes looked right,
Surveying all there was,
Perhaps to see something take flight
Then chase or suffer loss...

The lonely leopard sleek and fast
And ruthless, come what may,
Reflected on his solemn past,
The trail of fallen prey...
He lived the life that Nature gave,
To kill yet not repent...
Like predators who daily crave,
He now walked with intent...

Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2012.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'With Intent'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

poem by Denis Martindale
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose

Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.

Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.

It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.

It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.

Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.

Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.

Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I, for one, begin with intent. There is no question that, Saddam Hussein had intent to do harm to the Western alliance and to the United States of America.

quote by Tommy Franks
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Opposite Directions

there will always be different kinds
of excuses
when opposite directions meet
without being obvious
of the real intent

there is the underlying intent of
not pairing up twin objectives
but the need to be inside the fence
keeps the pretenses building like
stairs and window panes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Done With Intent

There is something to be said,
About being deeply hurt.
Doesn't it seem that those who perpetrate...
Are quick to apologize for their actions.
With no clue as to whose feelings have been attached.
Without a hint as to who has been affected,
By their...
'Oversight'.

If something is done intentionally.
It is done with intent.
To provoke.
And to inflict one's wickedness.
Only the blind would miss the intent of this!

Being apologetic for one's conscious misdeeds...
Still does not erase those acts that have taken place.

The victim is the one that should be forgiven,
And shown much gratitude...
For being blessed not to express a retribution.
And letting God handle it!
Showing this to be remarkable strength with faith applied.
And not retaliating like fools do.
There is an Omnipresent Deity...
Also doing with intent on more majestic levels.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.

quote by Stephen Covey
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Close Your Eyes And Repeat After Me

With a giving to me,
Of your fixed and focused eye contact...
Do you remember when you saw in my eyes,
Sincerity, warmth and empathy?
And I listened with intent to comprehend?
I remember it and so should you.

Now...
Close your eyes and repeat after me,
'Such a fool was I to have screwed that up.
I went out of my way to prove myself a complete moron.
No heels can I click three times,
Will I ever get that kind of patience back...
From someone I took totally for granted.'

Do that until you sense my absence.

~When should I start?
Should I leave my eyes closed?
Are you still there? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Social Path

The swallow follows me
Like a sickening disease
I think it's looking for some feed
It looks so hungry
Splat goes such a pest
I'm not to be walked on
I'm the one with the cruelest intent
Hell bent on nothing better then utter destruction
All because I'm so mentally screwed up
Pluck me from the sky
On such an ugly canvas
Cause I'm not here to impress.
I'm not a success
So die when it matters
And when it don't for that little factor
I'm the out their trying get you when your tripping
When you drinking a little to much
When you don't when to shut up
When your stealing that car
I won't be far
With knife in hand intent on causing a fatality
From such a reality
I'm slightly psycho
I have an alternate ego
Such a pretty face
I could use the ears
The nose
The eyes
To give an old guy a surprise
And hopefully will have a heart attack and die
They will question why
Because I didn't like you
You and another dirty dozen
I'll drink your blood
As I button my sleeve
I'll feed my dog with the left over meat
Boy it taste so sweet
Watch as I retreat
Back into my darkness
In till another comes along
This is where I belong

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Circle The Wagons

Come to my home
with evil eyes
and malicious
intent
then take offence
when I leap
to my defence.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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Beautiful Bashful Eyes

Big beautiful bashful eyes
with lashes oh so long
I love your beautiful bashful eyes.
They remind me of a song.,
a song to describe their color
and their lids that are half closed.
They never let me see behind them.
What they're feeling is never exposed.

Big beautiful bashful eyes
are lost in timid intent.
I wish for them to open wide
to see where they have spent
their shy-retiring gazes?
Were they ever looking my way?
Or were they lost in silent thought
afraid that they might stray

And find that all around you
eyes would be looking your way?
My eyes would be among them
and you would hear me say.
'Big beautiful bashful eyes
with lashes oh so long
you've captivated my attention
and are now the words to my song.

'Beautiful eyes, bashful and blue
my thoughts are lost in you.
Your lashes long, your lids dreamy-eyed,
no one can tell what secrets they hide.
I have secrets my eyes hide too.
They're all about my feelings for you.
Those bashful eyes have become for me
everything that I dreamed they would be.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
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dearest helpless

Dearest helpless
Intent's not as bad as the action
Take a breath to distort
The fear in your eyes
I don't mean it to hurt
But every time I hate you
I think of you first
He's made you blind
You're better on your own
I'm just the kind to bring you down

Equalize the pressure

song performed by by Silverchair from neon ballroom
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Ode To Boy

When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
(chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)

song performed by by Yaz
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Ode To Boy

When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
(chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)

song performed by by Yaz
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Alankar(Decor) -64

A Visit TO A Seal Colony(Villanelle)

The Villanelle is:
1.metered, primarily iambic pentameter.
2.written in a total of 19 lines, made up of 5 tercets and ending with a quatrain.
3.L1 and L3 of the first stanza, alternate as the refrain in the following tercets.

It was indeed a grand picnic event
Tho' hard by wheels in rains on long rough road
Seaward to see the seals our long intent

Up blocked cut crossed in flown spillways paths wet
Did not get back but all enjoyed pursued
It was indeed a grand picnic event

Sun light sinking so rushed and reached our spot
Oh God! we saw nature's settings-fulfilled
Seaward to see the seals our long intent

Ah, pups and moms and dads so brown so great
And seals clumping snoozing along accrued
It was indeed a grand picnic event

Furry some rocked risky some raged stepped out
When saw a seal in haste closer-fulfilled
Seaward to see the seals our long intent

Pictures, photos bagful no need to get
For those scenic great seals our hearts well stored
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Seaward to see the seals our long intent

poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Face In My Dreams

I see your face in dreams at night
and wish I'd not awaken.
For the face I see with eyes so intent
are the eyes with which I'm taken.

They search for me and there I am
and then your smile appears.
It quickens my heart though I'm asleep
and takes away my fears

that I may not see your face again
for then I'd be lost at sea,
tossing around in turbulence
and sleeping fitfully.

Your face to me is one of love
that makes me come alive.
And though I'm sleeping, I'm dreaming
and praying my dream can survive.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Monentary aberration.

A brief encounter innocent
Of any forethought or intent
We touched almost by accident
and yet I must confess it meant.
A sudden pang of discontent
Which quickly came and quickly went.
A moment that devil sent
To tempt me was his sole intent.
It was a failed experiment.
My love for you is permanent.
It would be to my detriment
to give my assent or consent.
To any plot he could invent.
I hold all cheats beneath contempt.

Monday,29 March 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Ode to Shoppers Everywhere

Shopping's a pleasure
Says the local ad
To ensure
That in parting with your cash – you'll be glad.

So it was the other day
When I was picking my way
Amongst the bags and cans
And jars of assorted brands
That I looked up to see
Coming straight for me
A lady (that's what we call them)
Riding a motorized shopping pram.

So intent was she
That I hardly had time to flee
Escape was what I intended
Otherwise my life would have surely ended
For not only was she intent on shopping pleasures
But had in tow a full size cart to hold her treasures.

With items heaped high.
There was surely no sense of others nearby
Intent and passionately she came on
Taking only a moment to select and then was gone.

Gone was she to regions of the store,
I know not where, or wanted any more
Of the terrors that perhaps lurk
Around every twist and turn

So I hastened to the check out
Forgetting what other items I was without
Glad to seek the safety of the street
Where with cars and trucks I'll gladly compete.

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poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Humans are not harmonious.

Human beings couldn't be harmonious.
Ninety percent of the population
Has good intent and is disorganized
And ten percent of the population
Has its own intent and is organized.
The minority steers the majority.
No revolt could bring any change.
Human beings can't be harmonious.
26.09.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There Is A Benefit Received

When is 'enough' understood,
To be that which it is?
When those have said they have had it...
It is doubtful it is meant,
A wish for more is the intent.
With an interpretation that more of an agitation,
Is, afterall, a welcoming event.

And when enough has flowed to leave nothing else left,
Will suggestions be made...
To advocate the instigation,
Of a people seen who have lost their minds,
Completely.
Wanting with a price to pay as demanded,
A chaos as the latest craze.

When is 'enough' understood,
To be that which it is?
When those have said they have had it...
It is doubtful it is meant,
A wish for more is the intent.
But that also depends on 'who' believes,
There is a benefit received to those with intentions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Inquisition

I Woke at dead of night;
The room was still as death;
All in the dark I saw a sight
Which made me catch my breath.

Although she slumbered near,
The silence hung so deep
I leaned above her crib to hear
If it were death or sleep.

As low—all quick—I leant,
Two large eyes thrust me back;
Dark eyes—too wise—which gazed intent;
Blue eyes transformed to black.

Heavens! how those steadfast eyes
Their eerie vigil kept!
Was this some angel in disguise
Who searched us while we slept;

Who winnow'd every sin,
Who tracked each slip and fall,
One of God's spies—not Babykin,
Not Babykin at all?

Day came with golden air;
She caught the beams and smiled;
No masked inquisitor was there,
Only a babbling child!

poem by William Canton
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