God sometimes grants your prayer to punish you....
do not insist. God has a way of punishing
your unreasonable widow
persistence, the Greeks are warned
about Wooden Horses,
and Achilles' heels,
do not insist. Don't you know that sometimes
God grants prayers
purposely to punish
those who are hardheaded?
Pray what God wills you to be.
Do not insist.
God knows better
Before you were born
He knows what is in store for you
Till the last
breath. Till you dropp dead.
So do not insist
Natural laws cannot be compromised.
Legal laws maybe.
Man made ones, those that twist
and pride on
Compromises.
Do not insist. Let God flow inside your
Heart. Let the seeds grow
As he sets the fertile soil
of the mind
As he gives the light in your
Sun.
As he prunes and cuts
and Makes you
The most beautiful tree
within the forest of your tangled
hairs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poets’ Occupation
You insist on some occupations to grasp,
Yet lying has happened for some time.
The understanding is full, fulfilling us,
As men who bear the pains insist on us.
The warriors of controversy shake us
Around the jugular veins, where there is a deity;
The deity is wrong, fulfilling nobody
Just as skies are around to tempt.
May we insist on the men of old,
Poets who are strong and never gaining;
The ends of the story are folded
Into many chambers of the heart.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Three Things That Cannot Be Hidden
allegedly there are three things that cannot be hidden.
the sun
the moon
and the truth
throughout my life i have hidden the truth
about myself and it will still be that way
till i take my last
breath
do not insist in seeing that face of truth
my truth is ugly
and i have seen it from the very first day
that they brought
me here
without my permission
i know you like to see it and perhaps describe the horrible details of its
features
i plea before you
do not lift the cover of my being
you may soon regret that you live in this world having seen
the ugly face of my
truth
do not insist to see my truth
it may be the cause of your untimely death
and the gods may pity you
look at me
i wear a smile but my heart is bleeding
it is inflamed
but never bursting.
poem by Yolly Polly
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Displays Of Diversity
They insist they wish more displays,
Of diversity.
And less racism expressed.
To move forward their policies of democracy.
And yet with their attempts with incompetence made...
They find themselves disqualified.
Since in a suburbanite isolation...
Is the only progress shown they have ever made.
With feelings they know best,
How to save and protect their own interests!
And yet...
They insist they wish more displays of diversity!
As long as there are more of them...
And fewer minorities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Downhill From Here
Your hiding somthing cause
Its burning through your eyes
I try to get it out
But all i hear from you are lies
And I can tell you're going through the motions
Figured you were acting out your part
Once again we're playing off emotion
Which one of us will burn untill the end
Catalyst you insist to pull me down
You contradict the fact that you
Still want me around
And its all downhill from here
And its all downhill from here
Your good intentions
Slowly turn to bitterness
Reoccuring episodes
With each and every kiss
And I can tell you're going through the motions
Figured you were acting out your part
Once again we're playing off emotion
Which one of us will burn untill the end
Catalyst you insist to pull me down
You contradict the fact that you
Still want me around
And its all downhill from here
And its all downhill from here
And I cant believe you pulled it off again
Or notice till it all sets in
You'll deny it till
You're at your bitter end
And I can tell you're going through the motions
Figured you were acting out your part
Once again we're playing off emotion
Which one of us will burn untill the end
Catalyst you insist to pull me down
You contradict the fact that you
Still want me around
And its all downhill from here
And its all downhill from here
(then you keep pulling me down)
Pulling me down (pulling me down)
You contradict the fact that you
Still want me around
And its all downhill from here
And its all downhill from here
song performed by by New Found Glory
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Did You?
Why did you make me do it?
You know you led me on.
If you hadn’t started the way you did
I wouldn’t have that far gone.
Why did you insist?
You know my resistance is low.
If you hadn’t looked at me the way you did
it would’ve been easier to say no.
Why did you take advantage of me?
You knew that I’d give in.
If I hadn’t lost my voice just then
you would’ve heard my shouting.
Do you now regret for leading me on
and doing what we shouldn’t do?
Oh dear, you are giving me that look again,
and my voice is going too.
Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?
Oh dear, I’ve got to go in a minute or two.
Well, if you insist in doing it again
I’ll try my best to resist you.
There you go you’ve done it again,
and I’m going to be late for my tea.
Tell me am I safe to put the kettle on,
or should I wait and see?
poem by Orlando Belo
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What Is in a Name?
This I have to justify, Hope as a girls name
Born in the morning dew, Faith I refuse to choose
This day is lovers day, yet Valentine is not my daughters name
Hope I still insist, to quench our lusting drive
I guess you will get me right, as I insist on Hope as a name
Convincing I may not sound today, but Hope it had to be
Thinking hard and hard to think, not to give you Val as a name
May be Valerie as a Pet name, but Hope remains your only name
Valentine was everyones choice, while Dad insisted on Hope
Understanding this may be hard for now, not bad for futures sake
Swallow this with ease my girl, as Hope is all I see
Swallow this I beg my girl, as Hope is what you portend
poem by Simon Odhiambo
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A Narrative About Masks And Love
somehow the mask has become my own face
you lift it up with your hands and there are no more stories
to be told: about love? there is none anymore, if you insist,
there might be one, but it was about the love that did not die,
and for which i have told you once, and for me to live some more
years, as i insist, i wore a mask full of love and laced with
lust, and then i met you and you say
i am beautiful.
you say you love me, and i fall on an abyss of silence,
and i keep on falling, and i should have told you about
a story that i keep on telling but which you have not heard,
some twists, a clinch, a pinch, an inch of truth
that could have reached you,
but you do not want to listen anymore,
this is a love story,
but at the scene when you begin to unrobe me,
i tell you the truth,
this is not about you and I,
this is still about my past,
about pain and sin,
how could you be so unkind?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Identifiable Senselessness
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
It is just the proving of this...
Seems much deeper under the surface,
That even floodlights can not find the evidence...
Because of the darkness clouding,
This kind of clownish mind...
All of the time,
With an identifiable senselessness.
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
One argument is,
If one cares to know...
A fool would rather not let just anyone be exposed,
To a rare an unappreciated intelligence kept within.
Stop grinning!
For the fear that polluted thoughts may attempt to corrupt,
The brilliance that is shown once secrets have been discussed.
That's 'that' argument.
Now...
The more popular argument is,
That the proof is in the pudding.
And very few have any patience left,
To stay around wishing to get a taste of it!
With the amusement of waiting for an appearance,
Dwindling quicker by the minute.
Knowing that a fool is just seeking the attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Want to Gain...What?
You want to gain...
What?
Fame, fortune and wealth?
To feel you are above everyone else?
To deal them with teases...
Just to please yourself?
You want to gain...
What?
Attention you insist belongs to you?
To set pretensions upon their point of view.
What does this 'really' do for you?
Would this erase your insecurities...
And those obscenities that you spew?
You want to gain...
What?
A dignity and pride...
With 'things' and objects,
You believe holds a head high.
Or eyes on you!
To be awed by a fake persona.
And left transfixed...
By your masquerading of it!
You clearly feel an emptiness.
And this you keep inside.
Nothing you choose to express to impress...
Will ever address what you deny!
And an identity unknown...
Seems to leave you depressed,
With regrets.
This is shown!
And moving forward beyond this...
With determined steps,
Will not gain you what you wish.
If you are too afraid...
To expose and admit,
Mistakes you've made!
But you insist...
None are there to fix.
You want to gain...
What?
A way to disguise your blemishes,
There and appearing.
Or a way to escape from your flaws?
No one finds endearing.
Which of these do you believe can not be seen?
You want to gain...
What?
Another life?
One you don't find,
So disgusting?
To live one that is lived perfectly right!
One you wished you had lived less distrusting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the ordinary affairs of life we do not require nor expect demonstrative evidence, because it is inconsistent with the nature of matters of fact, and to insist on its production would be unreasonable and absurd.
quote by Simon Greenleaf
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Falsely Applied Devotion
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
They still point their fingers,
To pick out weirdos and freaks.
Those they consider different from them.
And those folks are hardly uptight.
Those folks picked sleep peacefully at night.
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
And everything around them has begun to sink.
As their hypocritical lives lived...
Shows cracks in foundations,
And with their beliefs on the brink.
But still they think of themselves as better than others.
And nothing they can show with evidence can prove this one bit!
Since the medications they take everyday faithfully...
Can not with falsely applied devotion just be prayed away.
Nor can their evils be hidden in masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.
quote by Taylor Caldwell
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Although I insist that God has always had the power to intervene directly in nature to create new forms, I am willing to be per-suaded that He chose not to do so and instead employed secondary natural causes like random mutation and natural selection.
quote by Phillip E. Johnson
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0004 Love and law; law and love
Law of love? Sounds good… so, tell me more…
Love of law? mmm…maybe…not so sure…
You can disregard the ancients –
label them Not Applicable – bin that bulky file…
or try to make some sense; and they insist
that love and law are so close intertwined
that together, they may tell
more than each other taken individually.
What might this mean? Where can we start?
Those ancients say that all this universe,
all this creation, is one single act of love;
love brings it forth, sustains it, nourishes it,
and so ultimately, it merges into love;
and by the laws of love,
which hold all forms by law,
our natural state is naught but love;
and knowing this, knows no injustice in ourself;
knows all as equal; knows no pressures nor compulsions;
knows no darkness; and no partiality or preferentiality;
and partaking of this universal love,
we’re therefore just, and light of heart,
and ready of response..
and so, this love, which knows ourself as love,
(for every creature's nature is pure love)
may love the laws which make our nature thus;
love the laws of love, and live as love;
so out of love, comes law;
and out of law, comes love.
only in this fleeting moment of the present
is our life lived;
and only if, in this continuous now,
love and law are present in each action,
may we make our golden future;
live a golden life, where law has made us free.
this, the ancients say; the proof is ours to live.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Each Man Is My Equal
if each man is our equal
why should there be control
or dominion over another?
why should one cannot be
oneself?
why should one insist that
he must be followed?
blame it on the stars
or blame yourself
for not having used the
light right inside your
forehead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Projection
you don't feel like talking
to myself yet i insist that we talk
things out
thresh the chaff from the grain
smoothen the edges
remove the creases
before the sun sets
you don't mind me at all
and now you are telling me
that i am angry at myself.
it is solved. You feel for me.
Now i can sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Observed But Unbelieved
We are taught...
A way of life is only acceptable,
If it is lived from our point of view!
Although our values are flawed,
And we are awed by conflict.
...with a touch of war and self-obsession.
Our abilities to reflect,
How we expect to be treated...
Falls short of our actions,
Observed but unbelieved!
Hypocrisies are a given...
As empathy is shown,
In many charitable ways!
And this we insist to be,
A factor well known!
Grace upon the arrival of each day.
And blessed we are,
To inflict this advantage!
However...
There is a self-righteousness,
In the standards we embrace.
And we are unable to face,
A divisiveness that splits and stays!
Although a wholesomeness about it,
Is daily portrayed as we employ our joys...
By a propaganda marketed without delay!
With the best of subliminal injections.
Leaving nonconformists much annoyed!
And this we insist is diplomacy,
If understood...
How it could and should be convinced,
In movements actually lived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depressed Man In Bed....
rays of light
begin to penetrate
the holes of my
wall
light leaks
the beautiful day
but he is not
opening the windows
and the shutters
of his mind
insist on
another prolonged
sleep
there are so many
things to
do
creases of his life
to iron out
but he shall do nothing
about
all of them
there shall be no plan
no scheme
no itinerary for
the day
for the week
let life do it
what is its use
somehow?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
quote by Terry Pratchett
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