She Baited Me
She baited me
I swallowed whole, the hook and line,
She baited me
My eyes were closed, I could not see
Her temptress ways, no warning sign,
Dared me to learn, and rhymes combine,
She baited me
poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey
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Reasons To Escape
You say you love me.
You love me just to get up and leave.
But you love.
You say you love me.
You say you love me.
You love me just to get up and leave.
But you love.
You say that you love me.
I feel I'm baited.
Baited for escapes you fake.
And I'm faited.
Knowing what you feel will fade.
I am baited.
Yes I feel I'm baited.
And I hate it.
I feel I'm baited.
Baited for escapes you fake.
And I am faited.
Knowing what you feel will fade.
I am baited.
I know you've got me baited.
And I hate it.
To know you've got me baited.
You say you love me.
But I know I'm baited.
When your feelings fake...
Reasons to escape.
You say you love me.
But I know I'm baited.
When your feelings fake...
Reasons to escape.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hatred Baited
Your hatred...
Baited!
Has from you to fade away.
Your hatred...
Kept baited!
Has from you to fade away.
You can't keep bigotry,
Feeding as a need.
No.
No it's got to go.
You can't keep bigotry,
Feeding as a need.
No.
No.
Your hatred...
Baited!
Has from you to fade away.
Your hatred...
Kept baited!
Has from you to fade away.
You've got to give your heart,
A reason to harvest...
More,
Of the love!
You've got to give your heart,
A reason to harvest...
More and more of the love!
You've got to take notice hatred baited has to go!
Your hatred...
Baited!
Has from you to fade away.
Your hatred...
Kept baited!
Has from you to fade away.
You've got to take notice hatred baited has to go!
Your hatred...
Kept baited!
You've got to take notice hatred baited has to go!
And from you faded away!
You can't keep bigotry,
Feeding as a need.
No.
No it's got to go.
You can't keep bigotry,
Feeding as a need.
No.
No.
You've got to take notice hatred baited has to go!
Your hatred...
Kept baited!
Has from you to fade away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baited By Ratings (The Defamation Game)
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
The entertainment of news.
And what and who produces the best,
Net worth.
At the sacrifice of substance.
Feeding those obstinate.
With desires that are decadent.
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
Public revelations,
Of those raise to heights.
Those selected to be judged and smeared.
By those electing to delight from the blight.
Baited by ratings,
And driven to satiate...
On gossip that's dropped.
With nonstop dollars...
Given to the media on top,
Of the defamation game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wickedness with beauty is the devil's hook baited.
Baited With Sweet Talk
Baited with sweet talk she thought,
Sugared and creamed...
Would smoke screen her demons.
It was obvious then as it's apparent right now...
She's quick with her lips to tell a lie
And with just the right flavor...
Can show another how!
She bathes in delusions,
So clear she does this well.
Those who know her have come to the conclusion.
She's not well...
But she is under her own fantasizing spell.
And she is nuts!
With a corrupted nuttiness one is lured to trust!
Baited with sweet talk she thought,
She is often asked to teach lessons she's been taught!
By those believing every word from her...
And every thing about her that is sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught By The Writing Upon The Page (In Reponse To Poem: Meadow Of Crimson)
A unique land all of its own.
With powers far and wide renowned,
The name will always stick upon my mind.
With intrigue I have been sucked in.
For some reason I can't let go.
And I don't know why.
With words upon a fish hook I have been baited and caught.
Struggle as I may, as I might.
It is still such a good write.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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We Are the Results of Our Seductions
Dieting on erotic products,
Induces an hypnotic feeling started.
And like a narcotic,
We are quick to become hooked.
Baited with temptations...
Seasoned to fry,
Or baked like a fish cooked.
And this mainlining,
Done to us without the prick of needles.
Afflicted with addictions done...
Without the prick of needles.
Dieting to get a fix,
Without the prick of needles to assist it.
Baited with temptations...
Seasoned to fry,
Or baked like a fish cooked.
Hooked!
We are the results of our seductions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My First Fishing Trip
Went with dad to Port Isabel to learn to fish,
‘Cause to catch a fish I told him that I did wish.
So to Purdy’s Court fishing pier,
We went with all our fishing-gear.
Yes, that fishing trip with dad I’ll always cherish!
There we were, him giving me casting instruction,
Then he baited my hook with a live crustacean,
I cast out high in the sky.
To catch a big fish to fry,
But instead, caught a sea gull - as consolation!
poem by Bobby Beddoe
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Leave It As It Is
Diffuse it.
Refuse immediately to be teased.
Recognize when you are being baited.
And do not premeditate,
A nibbling of it to taste...
To eventually become displeased.
Leave it as it is.
There is no need to hesitate in waiting,
Wondering if the one who baits...
Will come to realize,
You are someone to prize...
And not one to foolishly waste.
Diffuse it for that which establishes value.
Refuse immediately to be teased.
Recognize when you are being baited.
And do not premeditate a nibbling of it to taste.
To then be left feeling remorseful,
Because of a decision you chose yourself to make.
Leave it as it is.
Save yourself from the crying of tears.
Save yourself from something that appears,
Devoted to commit...
When there is not a hint of any evidence of it.
Diffuse it with a refusing to be teased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spiritual Pull
I've noticed how you use your spirit
when pretty girls pass by.
You pretend not to notice them,
leaving your spirit to give the eye.
They can't help but to engage conversation,
you're like an angler with a baited hook.
I don't know how you trained your spirit,
but you should write 'A Guide To Your Spirit' book.
All types of people enjoy talking with you,
I can see the sparkle in their eyes,
and you respond in such an unassuming way,
I wish my spirit could magnetise.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Casting
The waters deep, the waters dark,
Reflect the seekers, hide the sought,
Whether in water or in air to drown.
Between them curls the silver spark,
Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thought--
Which in the world is upside down,
The fish hook or the question mark?
poem by Howard Nemerov
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The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath.
quote by W.C. Fields
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Idle Chatter
Just because an act seen can be done,
Does not mean there is a satisfying need...
For a doer dared,
To please with achievement...
A doing baited by the onlookers.
Many with false perceptions assume,
Those who have exposed certain gifts...
Stay up nights...
Strategizing the seeking of further impositions.
To get attention.
And when an attention mentioned is given and received...
A strutting done seen,
Becomes the topic of unwarranted envy.
And a nonstop gossip about an 'ego' flows.
Some folks like to pick other noses!
With an idle chatter sweetened to lick loose lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Have Our 'Issues
I remember...
Many years ago,
Being baited to argue...
About who I was, was not
And where I should live,
To do what it is I do.
I was even asked by someone,
If I realized what it is I write?
I had to look to see,
If a seriousness sat in their eyes.
I've always been blessed to know,
What it is I enjoy.
And If I didn't...
Like most people,
Who socialize without direction...
I'd be affected by trying to impress.
We all have our 'issues'...
But I am grateful I don't have identity to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battle of the Herrings
A fishing action
North of France
1429 took place
Cause of battle
French vs. English
Anticipation/baited breath
River – flat plain
Set up strategy
Hook/line/sinker
British attacked first
French were slow
English bombarded fish
French did not
want to get
their shoes wet
Were most certain
outflanked by British
French counter attacked
Used Brie instead
of slippery worms
Won the fishing
competition – yelled Viva’
la fishermen French
“What was that”?
asked the English
“What’s the matter
with you cockneys
Hard of Herring? ”
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Whither Social Justice?
How can I fight the evils that I see,
Afflicting our social fabric for long?
Sometimes, I doubt if there’s an Almighty,
Who is never taken up by this sad song!
How can I help the innocents baited?
Some lives are spoilt in very profound ways!
How can I help the many ill-fated?
Gone is the cheer and loveliness of days.
Where is the fairness in this world at all?
And justice comes when everything is lost;
What is the remedy when people fall?
Insurmountably high appears the cost.
But evil-doers should not get reward!
Where are the righteous ones and where is God?
7-23-2002
poem by John Celes
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Etched in Deep Sorrow
Why are those who are baited to strike,
With the biting of venom
Eventually find they've become victims,
Of a misunderstanding they can't
From their minds ever erase?
Or replace with repeated apologies.
And the looks on their faces are etched,
In deep sorrow as if in permanent positions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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