Redundancy in Abundance
Exuding eloquent dismal
Over the trickling perspirations
Of exhausting redundancy
Is but amassing more to credence
In the thicket of its abundance
I'd rather hold my breath
In a hiatus.
For one, the searing streets
Is full of stray cats making slinky love
With the baleful rake of amour
And their hoarse caterwauls
Disembogue the quintessence
That sex became overrated
And love dissipated
In the grazing of tongues
And bracing of flesh.
And there's the lubricated
Lubricous gears of the tethered clock
That never sojourn for a migraine,
Never sway slowly for a holiday,
And we pounce with it
Every goddamned day,
Impenitently hating the pace
Of every goddamned days!
I have seen a poet
Write about anything every time
Like the Asian snowflakes
That he'd never seen
Metaphysically or otherwise,
And efface the pedagogy
In the art of poetry
With depth and significance.
And there's a loneliness
That drove a man
To eat in the banquet
Of diurnal redundancy
Pretending to watch the T.V.,
Dwelling in a pseudo-revelry,
Clipping wings and depleting songs
Like a caged canary.
There is an impasse
In the chambers of the heart
That you held in your arms
With profane vigilance
That makes you wonder:
If a heart can still break
When it is already dead?
And all these redundancies
All these follies
Abates our pillars
And the fountain
Where we reel in
The gilded virtues of existence.
Do you know the remedy
Of the loathsome redundancy?
There is none.
The disease is inflected upon
The brittle bones of the soul
That would throb scathingly
Yonder your disintegration.
Redundancy is not a phenomena
That the gods had schemed
Like the symmetries of tragedies,
It is but a perspective,
Essentially, a lost corrupted perspective.
poem by Norman Santos
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Rather Not Be Bothered
There is nothing about redundancy,
I'd like to review.
It seems so...repetitive,
And recycled.
Like a bad habit used to amuse...
And excused as accepted.
This gets as old as hearing 5th graders,
Threatening to run away from home!
I tried that myself.
Until I got tired of saying the same thing over again.
And arriving back just around supper time.
I was getting the hint!
With or without my presence...
Time was going to be taken to eat!
And my absence was getting a bit too familiar!
So I adapted to other tactics.
None proved to be tear worthy.
Only my own seemed to flow!
I was awakened quite early in life!
Redundancy provides a similar comfort!
Until something drastic...
Like growing up happens.
Or the realization that the same routines,
Seldon provide new observers.
And those familiar with these acts...
Have lost a desire to express empathy!
Or a wish to make eye contact.
It's a clue they would rather not be bothered.
Thanks to God I found better usages for my time.
Or I'd be totally dependent on making excuses,
For myself and my actions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monotonous Monologues
Dead space traced to boredom.
And conversations with it,
Exchange this afterall.
Monotonous monologues,
Beating into the ground
With prolonged redundancy.
Make sense for many not to listen.
Or choose to fall to sleep.
Why do some people,
Keep repeating their limited philosophies?
It makes it pointless to disagree.
This fuels a uselessness that is abused...
And purposely used for one to be contrary.
With more than a bit,
Of surfaced contradiction added to the mix.
And a dipping of bait that is solicited with it.
Monotonous monologues,
Beating into the ground
With prolonged redundancy.
Make sense for many not to listen.
Or choose to fall to sleep.
Dead space traced to boredom.
And conversations with it,
Exchange this afterall.
As a drifting consciousness...
Shifts quickly into a daydream fix!
Assisted by a continuous drone.
That takes a place,
As a sound in the background.
To eventually go unknown.
'Excuse me? EXCUSE ME!
No need to look around!
Yes...
I am speaking to you.
I'd like to have everyone's 'full' attention,
Please?
Thank you!
Now...
As I was saying...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My definition of a redundancy is an air-bag in a politician's car.
quote by Larry Hagman
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Unaware. Of What?
When does a redundancy become useless to repeat?
When does something so obvious,
Lose its effectiveness to be admitted?
Why do people wait until the latest statistics are reported?
To then declare themselves unaware.
Of what?
The following behind a slow moving dump truck?
When does a redundancy become useless to repeat?
When does something so obvious,
Lose its effectiveness to be admitted?
Why do people wait until the latest statistics are reported?
To then declare themselves unaware.
Of what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The rise and thefall of charm
Adequacy of contacts brings one
To love a tune or a queen.
Redundancy of contacts sends one
Well 3to abandon them soon.
28.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fire Starters
Nestled in the thicket of a wickedness,
One choosing to pick their own battles...
Can not fight them alone.
And this makes them upset.
With a dialing on their telephones.
A recruiting with a pursuing of an empathy begins.
Eventually,
With redundancy...
Fire starters torch others to believe,
They've become victims of treacherous deeds.
If fire starters lie about one fire started
The need to investigate further,
When those same fire starters
Begin to holler about others,
Around them that burn
As they innocently watched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged In a Self Love
Change the title.
Leave the content unfulfilling.
Call yourself brilliant.
Applaud.
Develop your own audience.
And as long as you keep your taste,
To keep a redundancy in place.
You will always enjoy the sounds of your own clapping.
Feeling what you have done,
Deserves an ovation.
It's the stagnation of what you present,
That has you drugged in a self love...
Too obvious it goes unshared.
But then again...
What is done is based upon whims.
And not with depth reflected.
You have just but a surface...
Thinned by lack of purpose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Seafarer's Diary; Berceuse: #3
I am an automatic wanderer:
I lackadaisically brave
The riotous sea as I banter
With the Sun’s flustering fever
That the apertures of the promontories
Cannot sweat out with blood
And acrimony.
The sea does not need me,
That I am sure of
But I need the sea
For the sea has taught me
Everything:
From the sediments of my soul,
To the residues of pure flame,
A tormenting lament
And the chaos of trouble
Over these deceitful waters.
I set my nets in redundancy:
Anguished, exhausted
And spineless
My nets enervate as the sloshing
Of these infuriated waves
Tamper all that is left of my
Equanimity, my heart.
My pillars are frail
But my soul continues.
A mindless drudgery,
A game of thieves without an accolade:
I let the sea
Steal all of me.
Until nothing is left of me:
A seafarer without a sea.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Break Free
Break free...
Of redundancy redone,
With done deeds!
Loosen up and retire,
From strategies that freeze!
Give up...
On the purpose,
To stay the ringmaster of your circus!
Enjoy and refresh!
Redress your life with finesse,
And break free and maneuver.
Turn that mess around and feel blessed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Rise
There is nothing to deliver,
Either way!
There is nothing for neither one of us,
To say.
It has been done!
There is no winning to contemplate.
Or pride with dignity,
To be shown, gained or won!
A redundancy of efforts...
I'm not willing to start!
My happiness is on the rise!
And I so glad it has begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Seeking Of An Audience
Why argue with those,
Who have found comfort...
In their own redundancy.
A fixed stubbornness...
Is not going to change.
Just as misery loves company.
And a mindset caught up in self destruction,
Loves nothing more than the attention given.
With a seeking of an audience to applaud.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Using Outdated Tactics
It is believed...
By those limited in mind.
That if one's presence is avoided,
An influence that one 'may' have over others...
Will also go ignored.
And this approach they believe is most effective.
However...
This is not the year 1999.
And for many 2012 has not arrived.
As they are found using outdated tactics,
Elementary school children use for practice.
And bored they have become with the redundancy.
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Robotic Things
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Upheaval seen upon the streets.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And...
Poverty increases and defeats.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Robotic things!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
Robotic.
Robotic.
Robotic things.
1-2-3-4...
Remove those brains and toss them on the floor!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
'Robotic things,
We need more! '
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
1-2-3-4...
Remove those brains and toss them on the floor!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
'Robotic things,
We need more! '
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O Angel...
O Angel,
In the time of love,
Life is a silent prayer
All silent prayers!
Don't know how to describe you!
You:
The soul of innocence
Or innocence of the soul,
The soul of pain
Or pain of the soul,
The soul of loneliness
Or loneliness of the soul,
The soul of poetry
Or the poetry of the soul.......
Or
The soul of all souls
Wild with love at heart?
Who are you?
Days of love are
The days of pain never ending,
Days of pleasure immense!
Yes, the are the days of purge!
Like a wildfire, your words
Torment my soul...
Like a gentle caress,
Helps me resurrect like Phoenix...
Like a butterfly,
I flutter to kiss
All your dream-flowers
To enjoy all the hidden metaphors.....
A creative heart
Likes to be naked
And tormented always!
I know that
You are weaving wings for...................
poem by Premji Premji
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Analysis of Analysts - 0022
It's sad to see such talent sacked
and seek redundancy,
the system that they backed has lacked
much flexibility.
In days of boom, whatever cost,
their cousel claimed quickly,
in days of doom, when much seems lost,
such slip like leaf from tree.
Economy, accountancy,
they studied at the school,
and having taken their degree,
presumed all else a fool.
When next day dawns, or dare I speak,
employment temporary
will scarce attract, instead most seek
in contract some safety.
When next day dawns, as in the past,
it is psychology
that they must master, else quite fast
will fail to find a fee!
(5 November 1974)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Every economy is uncertain. Referring to this or any economy as ""uncertain"" is an unnecessary and pessimistic redundancy.
quote by Bo Bennett
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No One To Blame
They are going to win back,
Their redundancy.
And discover who the failures,
Really are.
And they will find themselves,
Just as useless...
As their pointless debates.
Although this time with no one to blame.
Greed begets deceit begets stupidity!
And that hopefully begets,
Self examination that begets remorse.
And that begets humility that gets everyone,
Back on course to divorce all foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frantic
Some believe redundancy,
Makes a point that sticks.
While others are getting sick of repeatedness...
And they've decided not to listen,
To any of it!
Shifting from fear to panic driven fits...
Frantic describes it all!
Hopefully an appointed committee will agree,
An overhaul is needed...
For assigned wakeup calls!
And everyone appearing at the meeting will be clear,
As to how they arrived...
At one place with opened eyes,
And who should be the one they perceive,
To be annointed to take the blame
For instigating something that works,
Finally!
Once and...for all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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House On The Hill
one, two, three, four
well, excuse me if I break my own heart
it's mine from the finish I guess
it's mine from the start
situation just don't seem so goddamned smart
situation is tearing me apartso you'll have to excuse me if I break my own heart
well, excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
some things are born too strong
have to learn how to fight
situation keeps me drinkingevery goddamned day and night
situation don't seem so right
so excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
well, excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
after all it's mine, after all it's mine
after all it's mine
can I have it back sometime
so if the rain falls down on your Mississippi talent
your eyes drift easy in the mighty
if the rain falls down on your Mississippi talent
your eye's drifting right
you run the road, but your diary entry reads blank
is this some sort of joke to you
is this some sort of joke to you
so excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
well, excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
after all it's mine, after all it's mine
after all it's mine
can I have it back sometime
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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House On The Hill
one, two, three, four
well, excuse me if I break my own heart
it's mine from the finish I guess
it's mine from the start
situation just don't seem so goddamned smart
situation is tearing me apartso you'll have to excuse me if I break my own heart
well, excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
some things are born too strong
have to learn how to fight
situation keeps me drinkingevery goddamned day and night
situation don't seem so right
so excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
well, excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
after all it's mine, after all it's mine
after all it's mine
can I have it back sometime
so if the rain falls down on your Mississippi talent
your eyes drift easy in the mighty
if the rain falls down on your Mississippi talent
your eye's drifting right
you run the road, but your diary entry reads blank
is this some sort of joke to you
is this some sort of joke to you
so excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
well, excuse me if I break my own heart tonight
after all it's mine, after all it's mine
after all it's mine
can I have it back sometime
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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