Persona Non Grata
Now the cry of the toucan for your man is history
Welcome to heaven the land of the rich and the free
The waters so clean you can fill your canteen with it cold
Please hand me your locket and I promise you pockets of gold
No soldiers to knock on your door
Now what can a man ask for more
Persona non grata!
Just lay your money down
Persona non grata!
On your knees and kiss the ground
I know all the right people we will make you legal in a flash
I wont take no for an answer no credit no checks just cash
Well it may seem like a lot but Im really not in it for greed
As God as my witness I have a family and mistress to feed
What price can you put on a dream
Your fortune lies across the stream
Persona non grata!
Just lay your money down
Persona non grata!
On your knees and kiss the ground
Persona non grata!
Persona non grata!
No soldiers to knock on your door
Now what can a man ask for man
Persona non grata!
Just lay your money down
Persona non grata!
On your knees and kiss the ground
Persona non grata!
Persona non grata!
Lay your money down
Lay your money down
Persona non grata!
Persona non grata!
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Unincorporated Insights V
For what reason do we speak un-freely,
Relegating ourselves to elision?
Our motives are spoken clandestinely,
Enshrouded by baseless omission.
As zombie hoards packed in a ballet box,
Groaning for a persona non grata,
Our disheveled culture carelessly stocks
Its thoughts of banal desiderata.
We replace facts with comforts and patterns.
We substitute our fate for the future—
Devoured like the many sons of Saturn,
Relinquishing our delineature.
We dismantle our bloodlines and unions,
Cauterized by divergent opinions.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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I Do Not Die
Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid,
release imagos. Eyes are blank.
You unravel the last of roses.
Surface tension wavers. An imbecile
sky pours the eyes, nose and ears.
Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection.
I am persona non grata
in my own home. The moon does not cry.
Mystical lights. Headstones not legible.
Lockjaw. Waiting for morning-glory.
Stars are blinking.
Still I am stupid, courting my failures.
Cushion of thorns, I am weary of heavens.
Me, this earth, I do not die.
poem by Satish Verma
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There's the private persona and the public persona and the two shall never meet.
quote by Liev Schreiber
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United Nations
Hussein, a tyrant, a persona non grata
Deserved to be flushed from his high-ranking strata
Our world perhaps safer with Saddam's removal
But removal only with the U.N.'s approval
With little respect for international law
Bush came to shove with his 'Shock' and his 'Awe'
'Wage your war, ignore U.N. dissenters
Might is right' advised hawkish Bush-mentors
As time ticks away and peace is in ruin
Time's running out for our peace-keeping U.N.
Formed to keep nations living as brothers
Some members now feel more equal than others
Respect for America's historical lore
Should have prevented this pre-emptive war
The world's future demands we ease confrontations
By keeping most relevant our United Nations
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Purpose Persona Matter
i always believed
i could separate
styles into different
genre
post poems
as different people
in some genre
no one
would know
its me
perceive
true
identity
i can
write
multi
style
purpose
persona
matter
purpose
dictates
stylistic
persona
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Impressions lie
Confidence, a shell,
the pigment you see.
Confidence, the lie,
all, but me.
Doubts and fears,
churning inside.
Hurt and anger,
things I hide.
Persona a facade,
a game of pretense.
Persona the wall,
a wall immense.
Pins and Needles
I am a pin among needles
Clamouring for supremacy
Within a junkyard asylum
Where to win is a treadmill
Of repetitious manoeuvres
Heading forever in saucer
Towards the high peaks of matte paintings
Conveying the false felicitations
Of the ringmasters intrigues
Conspired in suited hyperbole
Through the tip of the whip that tortures desires
Through my magnetic obsessions
And deprecated occupations
That polarizes my character
Into the disconnected hemispheres
Lingering in vertices of static hope and wedded fear
Passive aggressive is the flame
In which the third stone rides the train
And I staire drifting in a crowded shadow
Stepping over the ground of a thousand paper cuts
Across a bad-mannered ocean
Bruised as I ceil the astronauts world
Fulfilled in the portrait
Of disintegrating ambitions
And mythological delusions
That becomes my descendents
of broken dreams in hearts of clay
Never crafted into shape
while disaster orchestrate
my behaviours neutered well
Like Newton's cradle ricocheting
Pins and Needles in the hay
In which everything becomes the same
as Persona non Grata
poem by Kevin Patrick
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What's Philli's Ph or who the F of Philli is -?
Baby bee n times I can be a rapper
Can't help sometimes gotta go flapper
Sorry for spelli too mini a skirt
Too mini a brain too tight a shirt
These Angle turmoils your lg spoil
No worry honey it's just an angle
Of a circle lol or a triangle
Can't take it baby, not any more
He's gotta go out, out of your door
It'll pass or fail at the first test
When Philli fills in all the rest
Hello Philli hip hip hurray
I've come today to make my day
Shall we take it outside if it hurts your pride
Fill in the blanks exercise 1
Say who has lost and who has won
Fill in the blanks exercise 2
There's no fool unless I sing about you
Fill in the blanks exercise 3
Say who got A and who got C
Teach teeth to stammer
Teach steps to speed
Who brought your hammer
Say what's your creed
Say Philli nilly-willy
Who's that rotten in this Denmark vice
U r a secret gadget powerful device
Kneel down Philli before definitions
These are just last extinct ignitions
Of academic dames going nuts with buts
Academic sirs in pro and con huts
You wanna know you wanna know
The Wh- of the last glow
And you oh reader surely don know
What Ph Phili or who the F of Philli is
Lol fill in the blanks exercise 1
Or be patient please as Phili is
A person persona empty non grata
Rising on different social strata
Hello Philli hip hip hurray
What's gonna happen if u come my way?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Peter Pan Persona
We all want to be
younger than what we are.
Some do it in different ways.
A face-lift to show softer skin and no wrinkles,
a tummy tuck to get rid of the bulges
or dressing up in all the trendy fashions
to look a teenager again.
However, when it boils down to it
they still look like mutton dressed as lamb.
The Peter Pan persona
is just a state of mind.
If you feel young, you will look the same.
There are many beautiful people,
who are older than they look.
Therefore, when you’re feeling old
and want to feel young.
Just think that you are
and you will feel that way,
for the Peter Pan persona
is just a state of mind.
1 November 2010
poem by David Harris
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Mental Incarceration
Being psychologically in jail
Is worse than being in hell
You have no appetite, you cannot fall asleep
You are surrounded by zombies; that's deep
You cannot run, you cannot flee your demons
You cannot physically escape the pokémons
You are drowning in your own blood
It is not raining, yet there is a flood
You are a persona non grata
The whole country is mad at your saga
You are in trouble, you have nowhere to go
You are done; you have hit your low
You cannot hide; you are deceived by your eyes
You cannot walk away from your conscience
You are trapped and you have no confidence
In yourself, and if you venture outside, the flies
Will follow you and the children will throw pies
On your face, because you executed one of them
You are doomed, done and damned
No one will believe your tears and your cries
Do the right thing, surrender, surrender, surrender
You cannot hide; there is no place for you to wander
You are being mentally incarcerated
You are being psychologically castrated
By pulling the trigger, you opened the flood gate of hell
You killed one of our sons, you executed an angel
You murdered one of our little brothers, you will go to jail
It is a matter of time that you receive the summon in the mail
And then, it is up to you. The agents of God
Are on their way; they are coming to get you.
You have hurt a lot of people, made all of us mad and sad
You will pay for your crime; they are coming to get you
War is hell; you executed one of our precious children
That's a war that you started. Though my little brother is in heaven
You still have to pay for your evil deed, for your crime
Be ready, be prepared, you will be doing some hard time
You cannot hide; you cannot flee your demons
You cannot physically escape the pokémons.
poem by Hebert Logerie (March 2012)
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My Well-wisher
I am that hope you see
I am that hearty laugh that we share
I am that happiness and glee
that can diffuse our despair.
Reflection-
this reflection
talks to me and you
it says ‘Yes I am you
and you are I,
we two are the apple of His eye.
I talk back ‘Elegant is your persona’-
in reply it says ‘Elegant is our persona,
together, we are perfect
in isolation we are forsaken
together, a larger than life image we project
in isolation we are shaken.’
It urges me to mimic its essence;
to put on the expression of its face-
it is my well-wisher and my quintessence
which alleviates scars of disgrace.
It urges me to make a difference
leading to perceptual clarity,
it adds that multifaceted dimension
and then I and my reflection are in parity.
©® Chitra Lele
A Flower To Auroville Mother-86
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Wild canna(Indian Shot,
Canna indica)
How can I forget those days
That still string golden
Of your beaded persona
Be beaded around my memoir
A treasury of your seeds
Lily-like but not lily
Plantain-like but not
Pink and orange and red
Catchy flora even sprayed
Childhood friend really
And of your use profuse
Of your bright staminodia
Green sepals tri-petaled
Indeed colourful friendship
A flowery field still sparkles
Will I ever forget those days
That still string golden
Of your beaded persona
Be beaded around my memoir
A treasury of your seeds
poem by Indira Renganathan
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You have to have a certain persona to be a star, you know, and I don't have that. I'm a banana.
quote by Harvey Korman
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I believe the best persona to be onstage is the one that comes naturally.
quote by Billy Sheehan
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I have relaxed into my persona as an author, although I used to fight that.
quote by David Guterson
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A mother-in-law is better than a single and childless political persona, though.
quote by Vladimir Zhirinovsky
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Well, you create your own persona, don't you? And you have to live with that. But the people that I meet, they don't think that I'm a lunatic. And if they do, then that's OK, because it means that I'm playing the parts all right.
quote by Ray Winstone
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These Are New Days We Live
Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
When one has been revealed to be...
An abuser of truth,
Who tell lies consistently.
Difficult it is,
To use the same tired tactics.
When one has been discovered,
To have been undermining others.
With no shame connected to it!
How can someone like this,
Retrieve a dignity?
Or come face to face...
With those backstabbed and disgraced?
How can anyone replace,
So much time 'wasted'?
Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
When one has been revealed to be...
An abuser of truth,
Who tell lies consistently.
And lives a life that secretly deceives.
There is only one alternative,
Someone like this chooses...
When that 'cat-has-been-pulled-out-of-the-bag'!
Although,
The fact of the act of this is quite sad!
And a running away to hide is done.
To protect one's pride...
In familiarized denial!
That's it.
One puts oneself on trial.
To self inflict their own judgements.
That's it!
To run and hide has become their custom.
Too many people like this,
Can be observed as mentally sick!
And too many people like this...
Have gotten away with it.
In the past.
But these are new days we live!
Revelations like these eventually heal.
With no patience left,
To give time to those who slander and kill...
Minds!
At the expense to fulfill their own 'will'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have a lot of variety within me, and the dream role, I think, is actually a compilation of parts that express different aspects of my persona and personal interests.
quote by Ashley Judd
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I think what's always been interesting to me than the science and the criminality with this job is what happens to your persona, your disposition, after day in and day out dealing with life and death.
quote by George Eads
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