Those Witches....
he puts his fate
again in the hands
of dishonest
authorities
masochism again
when the paper is
sent it will
be blackening
his vision
he will be shaken again
vain hope,
lessons learned
numb
and he steps again into the open
fields of
new opportunities
flying kites,
releasing pigeons from their imaginary cages
running away
the sea, yes the sea, the wide horizon
the moon at night
the singing leaves of the trees
silent sands
fool!
you have subject to the dictates of
dishonest
concocting witches....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Me, I'm dishonest, and you can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you have to watch out for.
quote by Johnny Depp
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Dishonesty Is Given To Get And Taken
Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
To relish their immaturity and 'thick-headedness'.
Too many are dishonest.
And prepared to lie and cheat.
As witnessed by those much younger,
Practicing false beliefs...
They too one day will teach.
Too many are dishonest.
Thinking it 'cool' to fool and deceive.
And too many have grown older,
Without integrity or identities...
To leave,
Future generations...
With a solid effectiveness respected,
As a qualifying priority.
They should expect this from others...
As it is given to get and taken as received.
But this perception is not uppermost,
In minds hosting floating boats...
Circling until their throats are choked!
Since,
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
Dis-honesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
With a feeling to fullfill a need.
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Thorn By A Thorn
Lord Krishna did many dishonest things
To combat dishonest Dhriyotana
As the cops would commit the over-speed
To seize the over-speeding vehicles.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Political advertising ought to be stopped. It's the only really dishonest kind of advertising that's left. It's totally dishonest.
quote by David Ogilvy
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Sure there are dishonest men in local government. But there are dishonest men in national government too.
quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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Sure there are dishonest men in local government. But there are dishonest men in national government too.
quote by Richard M. Nixon
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Papper Birds
Kites ate
Flying...
Birds are flying...
No different
For birds
With kites...
Kites also
Paper birds...!
Birds also
Breathing kites...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Dishonest Modesty
(carly simon/zach wiesner)
You come on strong telling everyone
About your latest role
How you saved the movie, stole the show
Well everybody knows
And if you have no time for all your offers
Youll see that I get called
And if you have no time for all your men
Youll see that I get balled
Well I dont expect humility
But what about some good old fashioned dishonest modesty
You say that you can understudy
All the other parts
You can write a song that will make us cry
That touches all our hearts
And you can house and garden
Vogue and glamour, mademoiselle
But I know you can bitch and screw
And penthouse just aswell
I dont expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest modesty
You try to be unique
But somehow somethings wrong
cause your flower childish vision of life
Cannot last too long
Youre over thrity and underweight
Though you call yourself petite
And you hang around with all the clowns
You think theyre so elite
Well I dont expect humility
But what about some good old fashioned dishonest modesty
song performed by by Carly Simon
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All About Us
a cup,
a shovel, a therapy,
a string
a lock of hair
air, packets of heaving sighs,
a dirty blanket
an open window,
the sea,
a scribble on yellow paper,
a brink,
of what? an edge of where?
pieces of junk
driftwood, an old river,
the usual fallen leaves,
some puzzles of you
not all of you
but parts, shattered glass,
catching you
holding your hand
and then
releasing your fingers
like drops of
water from my hands,
slipping sands
last breath
wordlessly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Goodbye....
i must write you with a heavy heart
this heart of stone
blank, numb, gray, rough,
silent,
i write this at dusk,
there are yet no birds flying in the twilight skies
some boats are still there
but only shadows
i want to be completely stoned
to bleed, and be broken,
to be hurt by you once again
in this masochism
last night, you spread your legs, you hang yourself in bed
crucified in the ecstasy
of our love on concealed identities
no one sees us, no one knows us,
except
the angry God.
this morning, i see strangled bedsheets, off white,
empty glasses on the floor, stained carpets,
half open windows looking into the vast blue ocean
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Exhortation On Some Lines....
something is missing in your lines.
i regret to tell you that.
it does not speak well of yourself
or the world
or any moment, it is like a desert and all we have is space and
a horizon
there is even no wind to blow the sands away
i do not expect rain in the desert
but i could have seen a camel or a line of trucks or a
caravan
or even a Bedouin riding on his black horse with a scimitar
here i am again
in my worst self trying to tell you what to do so that you can be what you are
your lines are straight and too clean and that make them appear
dishonest
people love crooked lines and those that move in free directions
lines that are cold like the wind
and yet vibrant at night
not really dead, but simply grieving in silence for the loss of
someone so loved and missed.
i do not want you to change your lines, they are yours to
show,
i may be unfair wishing that your lines may be like mine
but mine are too sad and always sounding like a lover abandoned.
the beautiful lines are not clean.
they are imbued with our errors, erasures, blasting in our faces
like explosives
where shattered as we are on the fields of our disasters
only in a few seconds
we become silent spaces again.
mine are sad, and lonely and abandoned.
they are the only ones i have now, and so i must be compelled to
have them and love them
just the way they are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here To Stay
Here To Stay
Who is this man
That follows me
This blue eyed boy
Who wants to be
This worthy cause
Of human kind
This pawn set up by time
Like a bright light on the horizon
Shining so bright, he'll get you flying
He'll drive you away, he'll drive you insane
But then he'll remove all of your pain
Like a bright light on the horizon
Shining so bright, he'll get you flying
He'll get you flying, he'll get you flying
He'll get you flying, flying, flying
This open book
Yet to be read
This second look
This leap ahead
The hope I held inside
With you, was kept alive
Like a bright light on the horizon
Shining so bright, he'll get you flying
He'll drive you away, he'll drive you insane
But then he'll remove all of your pain
Like a bright light on the horizon
Shining so bright, He'll get you flying
He'll get you flying, He'll get you flying
He'll get you flying, flying, flying
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
We're here to stay
Like a bright light on the horizon
Shining so bright, he'll get you flying
He'll get you flying, he'll get you flying
He'll get you flying, flying, flying
song performed by by New Order
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We Can Never Be For 'All' What God Is
Pray.
If you say you know God is there...
Why is it you accept conflict?
And dismiss He is everywhere.
Pray.
Everything God is,
Is within your reach.
God isn't secretive,
With deception to teach.
Pray.
Listen.
God wants us to love.
Not stray and disobey.
And we've done so much of that.
Leaving us dissatisfied and dismayed.
And constantly from His enlightened 'sight'...
We've made choices to look away.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
God knows we are weak and defenseless.
Too senseless to know the power of love...
And to pray.
Laying our weapons down!
And becoming freed of that need...
To command as if we were He!
And we can never be for 'all' what God Is!
And 'this' God knows and has exposed it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing What Truth Is
I believe in a truth that has been honestly spoken.
And with the undertaking of my own research,
My mind is not subject to change from the facts.
No matter how painful.
Or who deceives with dishonest attacks.
What others accept,
Every time someone they follow reverses their steps...
With a breath that exchanges as the wind drifts,
I simply can not accept them knowing what truth is at all.
Especially those who will save their lieing butts from being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
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The Soul Cages
The boy child is locked in the fishermans yard
Theres a bloodless moon where the ocean died
A shoal of nightstars hang fire in the nets
And the chaos of cages where the crayfish lie
Where is the fisherman, where is the goat?
Where is the keeper in his carrion coat?
Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies
Where is the child with his fathers eyes?
There are the soul cages these are the soul cages
Hes the king of the ninth world
The twisted son of the fog bells toll
In each and every lobster cage
A tortured human soul
These are the souls of broken factories
The subject slaves of the broken crown
The dead accounting of old guilty promises
These are the souls of the broken town
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
i have a wager the brave child spoke
The fisherman laughed, though disturbed at the joke
you will drink what I drink but you must equal me
And if the drink leaves me standing,
A soul shall go free
i have here a cask of most magical wine
A vintage that blessed every ship in the line
Its wrung from the blood of the sailors who died
Young white bodies adrift in the tide
and whats in it for me my pretty young thing?
Why should I whistle, when the caged bird sings?
If you lose a wager with the king of the sea
Youll spend the rest of forever in the cage with me
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
A body lies open in the fishermans yard
Like the side of a ship where the iceberg rips
One less soul in the soul cages
One last curse on the fishermans lips
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
Swim to the light swim to the light
He dreamed of the ship on the sea
It would carry his father and he
To a place they could never be found
To a place far away from this town
A newcastle ship without coals
They would sail to the island of souls
song performed by by Sting
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Our Own Dance....
in the darkness of our
nights
we shall dance
my love
just the two of us
and our shadows
that the moon so full
shall fill with delight
our music is our silence
oh, many shall join us
in this merriment
the sands of the shores
the leaves of the coconut trees
the winds of the horizon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mountain View
after the night of love
i sit on the bamboo stair
facing the wide expanse of
mountains before me
beyond the horizon of fog
and smoke from the tiny
houses five hills away
and down the plains the
winding river taking the
usual routes of least resistance
i have seen wild carabaos grazing
white horses running with the
winds and the black birds
flying high seeking their prey
of chicks unprotected by hens.
i am amazed by this macrocosm.
How can some be so greedy amidst
these bounty? Can his hands hold
all the mountains? Can his mouth
drink all the rivers? Can he catch
all the black birds and put them
inside his cage? I know he can't but
i know he will. And that is the reason
why we are here hiding in the bellies
of these big mountains, siding with the
shades of the trees, taking inspiration
from all the stars, the moon and the
boundless sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An English Breeze
UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
Through all the land her tale she tells;
She spins, she tosses, she compels
The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails
And all the trees in all the dales.
God calls us, and the day prepares
With nimble, gay and gracious airs:
And from Penzance to Maidenhead
The roads last night He watered.
God calls us from inglorious ease,
Forth and to travel with the breeze
While, swift and singing, smooth and strong
She gallops by the fields along.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Moon
the moon is the centre
of the night
carving darkness
into shapes
releasing shadows
from their souls
the moon
unleashes
hidden power
into the world
causing the sea to swirl
my fear to grow
the surgeon's
nervous first cut
where blood oozes
to the size of the moon
on beds too
two love birds sing
their passion to
the unilluminated
part of the moon
two cats launch their
roucous foreplay
in the alleyway
tickling insomniacs
offering a comic respite
to their plight
the full moon
multiplies evil
and witchcraft
in the hissing of the bats
hoots of the owls
and the towering trees
that have greeted it 100,000 days
underneath which
even my shadow shrinks
to a half moon
i know why a hundred witches spring
to action on such nights
i wish not to die on
a full moon night
though it has shed its light
in a million love poems
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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