As A Poet I Have Discovered
There's a contradiction
In wanting to be understood
And finding no explanation
Worthy of the question...
Illusion is not evasion
But a hint to discovery
Revealing broader perception
Than stiff definition....
Simple observation
That may help my recovery...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Allusion
There is a contradiction
In wanting to be understood
And finding no explanation
Worthy of the question...
Allusion is not evasion
But a hint to discovery
Revealing broader perception
Than stiff definition....
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Pure Fact
There's a contradiction
In wanting to be understood
And finding no explanation
Worthy of the question...
Allusion is not evasion
But a hint to discovery
Revealing broader perception
Than still definition...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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We Live In Contradiction And Paradox
WE LIVE IN CONTRADICTION AND PARADOX
We live in contradiction and paradox-
We are more and less than we want to be-
Our self- definition is over- definable and indefinable
Too much and too little
Too less and too more
We are incredible and trivial to a simple and endless degree-
Who we are and what we are now-
All the mysteries of the stars cannot know-
Why we are what we will be
Only God knows.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Get Stiff Quick
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
When you know you need to move,
From foolish doers...
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to put up more with that funky stuff.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to ride a roller coaster,
You know was tough.
No need to do a shuffle singing those sad songs.
Or get along with others you wish from you gone!
Just,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick!
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
Mean what you say and be done with it.
You've got to,
Get stiff...
Get stiff quick!
Don't let just anything fall from your lips.
Or bite your tongue to let an old patience sit.
When you wish to make a point you know wont quit.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh So Simple Question
I have a question
I have a simple thought
I am the border obsession
I am the clever, the taught
You have my aggression
You have a complication
You are an angry expression
You are the unheard conversation
We have a serious problem
Something simple yet trying
You understand, you look solemn
You know exactly what question I’m implying
Now concentrate, ask it now
Your eyes beg not to be told
Tell it now, but tell it how?
How to tell this question I hold
Wait! Look at your eyes
Now desperate to know
The question I hide
The question I knew not long ago
NO! I no longer remember
The simple question I wanted to ask
That cold day, in that snowy December
Oh how I hate this shy mask
Maybe I will once again
Think of a simple question
Whilst I walk down memory lane
Maybe, one day, you will hear my confession
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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There Is No Contradiction
Why is it wished that he be replaced?
Your opponents believe he is great!
'He is incompetent.
Knows nothing about diplomacy.
Has failed every test thrown in his face.
And has ruined all our lives.
He is the reason wht our standards and values,
Have taken a steady nose dive.
That's odd.
You made the same exact comments,
That last time we sought your opinion.
But then...
Someone else had been elected years ago.
What is your explanation,
For what seems to be a contradiction.
'Oh?
There is no contradiction at all.
Those are the same comments I will make,
Whoever is elected and sits in that seat of power.
I am exercising my right to complain and speak my mind.
Like the rest of the ones protesting the loss of their entitlements.
And those high paying jobs we had for doing absolutely nothing,
That we miss dearly.
No!
There is no contradiction.
I am just as self centered now as I was back then! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceivers Of Knowledge
that was a good question
the previous answer
was for the young novice
yours was not a novice question
an answer is formulated
at appropriate questioner learning level
least understanding is lost
an answer must be perceived understood
if there is no perception
interaction with concepts conveyed
no progression will be made
no knowledge will be attained
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bosom
What is it
About a
Woman’s
Bosom:
That fires
Your
Imagination,
Ignites your
Passion?
A simple question
I ask.
Await your
Explanation ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Proverbs Witty Bits Of Wisdom
Proverbs popularly
defined as short
expressions of
popular wisdom.
Efforts to improve
on the popular
definition
have not led
to a more
precise definition.
The proverbial
wisdom
is in the form
of a general
observation
about
the world
or a bit
of advice,
sometimes
more nearly
an attitude
toward a situation
stereotypical.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Without A Priority
Finding oneself...
Might take a lifetime.
And,
Finding one's life...
May not be...
Any need.
But...
Finding one's happiness,
Without a wanting...
May be possible.
But without a priority,
How can this succeed?
Finding oneself and untieing the knots,
May take a lifetime.
And finding one's life without a tear to drop,
May not be a need.
But...
Finding one's happiness without a crave,
May be possible.
But without a priority,
How can this succeed?
Without priority,
How this succeed?
Finding oneself...
Might,
Take a lifetime.
And finding one's life may not,
Be...
Anybody's need,
And...
Finding one's true happiness,
Without a wanting...
May be possible.
But without priority...
How can one succeed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying To Gain Momentum
I've been praised, humiliated, degraded and ignored.
By the very same foes,
Who can not decide from which side of their mouths...
Will come another contradiction,
To depict my efforts as something they wish...
One definition will stick with continuity.
In a satisfing conducted,
To have their own ambitions of unwarranted smearing kept...
With a focus of their philosophies that remain unchanged.
As an arresting of more minds of equal limitations agree.
While trying to gain momentum for their own desires,
To shine under a spotlight.
With a grabbing of attention,
To have others find them more worthy...
For their recently adopted motives,
To highlight themselves and their attached pretensions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is Life
What is life?
Who knows the true definition?
Is life everything that you want you gets?
If life a bowl of gravy and a bucket of biscuits?
Is life just one good time?
What is life?
Life is not knowing exactly what it is you want
Life is wanting to take it away but you can't because you cherish it too much
Life is being confused
Life is at times being angry and wanting to cry
Life is crying for no reason and wondering why
Life is finding love only to have it taken away
Life is allowing your heart to go astray only for it to be broken within a single day
What is life to me?
right now I can't tell
my life is sporadic
up today and down tomorrow
sometimes there's smiles, sometimes there's sorrow
my life is thinking you've got it only to find out that it was never there
my life is stressful for reasons that don't need to be
these reasons I still cannot see
What is life?
Can you tell me?
poem by Monkey Bubbles
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My definition of cool is finding your own definition of cool and not necessarily taking your lead from what other people tell you or from what you might read from magazines or see on TV.
quote by Wentworth Miller
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None Of This Is As You Believe
It may be free.
And from your perception,
Even simple.
But none of this is as you believe.
There is a quality that deepens,
Each time you take to reach.
Each time there is a grasp of it,
You think is yours to keep...
Changes comes to stir,
What you had considered...
Already once occured.
It may be free.
And from your perception,
Even simple.
But none of this is as you believe.
Since you may find your comfort,
Surfing on the surface.
And much further below...
Is where this 'thing' breathes!
With a breeding that goes on undetected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Rest Is Condoned
An explanation,
Taking longer...
Than it does the Sun to rise,
And set...
Should be forgotten.
Since a reason to do it...
Leads someone to regret,
Additional questions connected...
That will upset if not answered,
As expected.
It is best to leave,
A perception one gets...
Alone.
Unless no rest is condoned,
Upon entering one's home.
And someone else residing there,
Is 'issue' driven to elicit one to madness.
And an explanation is not a motivating factor,
That is wished.
But the seeing of one crazed satisfies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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you do not start at the end
you will not be understood
but you insist
to start from the end itself
it will be interesting you say
and they will follow you through
confused
they will mind every word
because they cannot understand
it is the end
you say is the most important
the most dramatic part
and that is all that they want
so you start from there
and end from the very beginning
inverted
but not really perverted
not for the fun
but for the run, now i understand you
like rashomon
more arguments shall come
like battered wives
complaining about their husbands
like children lost
finding their home in the streets
like some of us
wanting to start with nice endings
always finding hard
to end with new beginnings
for a start
but indeed, there is nothing
that is so hard
that cannot really be learned
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Where Will You Start?
you do not start at the end
you will not be understood
but you insist
to start from the end itself
it will be interesting you say
and they will follow you through
confused
they will mind every word
because they cannot understand
it is the end
you say is the most important
the most dramatic part
and that is all that they want
so you start from there
and end from the very beginning
inverted
but not really perverted
not for the fun
but for the run, now i understand you
like rashomon
more arguments shall come
like battered wives
complaining about their husbands
like children lost
finding their home in the streets
like some of us
wanting to start with nice endings
always finding hard
to end with new beginnings
for a start
but indeed, there is nothing
that is so hard
that cannot really be learned
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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War Is A
War is
War is
War is
War is the ideal in a mind so clouded and confused that the brutality cannot help but be beautiful,
That the Restlessness of a soul so young it cannot help but find meaning in others,
Meaning, Meaning of course the definition of life
in a world where the souls are so young that the bigger picture is only pondered and argued over
When the only simple truth in life is life,
Where the only definition is survive and find motivation,
and the only motivation comes from life itself,
and thus completing the circle that was always understood.
cycles, circles,
mediocraty is not the answer, sides are not real,
so war goes on in the mind of the idealist,
and rightly so,
for they understand that they might as well live before they die.
poem by Jaime ReyesHildel
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Theses, faeces, syntheses
O the language of the thesis!
O the octopus of Academe!
‘As I argued in my previous book,
‘Some definitions of ‘definition’ in contemporary philosophy’ –
an argument which I hope to pursue
in a following volume, (and I quote) :
‘to define what we mean by ‘definition’
we must first consider
the nature of definition:
can it be itself defined? Is
its definition itself a retreat
from what definition defines? …’
and the wood of academic chairs
creaking as a lecture ends,
from which once the young sap rose
like the hope of definition
dries, decays and dessicates.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Loss of A Good Man
A loss of a good man.
By witness he takes death in his own hands.
No sorrow is felt.
No excitement is felt.
Nothing is felt again.
A rotten corpse with movements still intact
A soulless pact
The devil knows
He is running this mans show
With temptations of the heart
Stolen and broken
Crushed beyond the means of psychological recovery
He's no new discovery
He's both a victim and prey
Not for reasons that can be understood by you or me
He contemplates everything around him
With a complete and utter sensation of indifference
No one and nothing matters to him
He is the loss of another good man
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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