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Keep it hot,
And topical.
That's the way to bait,
Insatiable attention.
If kept topical...
Ears will perk to alert.
And an elation will flow,
As if a massaging has stimulated.

Announce you've welcomed every obstacle,
And spent with guided sacrifice...
To deliver insight,
With fresh off the press spice!
And whisper low,
As if you are giving secret advice!
All eyes and ears then...
Will be glued and frozen as if packed in ice!

Keep it hot,
And topical.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of You doing This

It must to you feel great,
To create an opposition.
Then to bait others...
To help keep it faked.

It does,
Doesn't it?
It has to.

The obviousness of you doing this,
Shows with a glow upon your face.
And those you have chosen to oppose,
Only play along as an added hobby.

Knowing it is your disgrace and not theirs,
You can not easily erase.
When the act of yours is traced.
And you are left without explanation.

It must to you feel great,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night Crawlers

Night Crawlers wiggling in my hand,
They are the best bait in all the land.
Night Crawlers, six and a half inch long,
From the heart of Texas, you can't go wrong.

Night Crawlers a sure fire guarantee,
You'll catch your limit under that tree.
Night Crawlers they are just so fine,
Just hook them up on your fishing line.

Night Crawlers for catfish, are just the best,
Head and shoulders above the rest.
Night Crawlers, number one you must rate,
A whole lot better, than that ole stink bait.

Night Crawlers, a good and slimey treat,
Whatever you use, they got it beat.
Night Crawlers on the job, and you can't miss,
I think I'll give mine, a big wet kiss.

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poem by Juan Olivarez
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Watching the hours pass by

Johnny sits waiting all day
For fish to arrive
He wonders whether they have died
For hours and hours he waits for the fish to take it’s bait

A ripple in the lake
Sends his fishing rod a warning
The worm has been spiced up for the fish
Its fragrance was aroused in the lake
The fish tasted the hot spices in the cool lake

“Steady old girl” says Johnny with a smile
“ Soon you will be mine”
Ripples overlap
The fish rod numbs with pain

The fish battles with the rod
Johnny pulls harder
He will not let go
Its weight surpasses that of a stone

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poem by Lee John Siebritz
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Jail Bait

Raising jail bait!
Little boys trained...
To be rough and tough from birth.
With no other skills learned on urban streets...
Where they are greeted by meanness.
And taught to lie.
Become deceitful.
Steal, hussle and cheat.

And an incarceration is done!
If not chased and shot down...
By the eagerness of police,
To shoot with a deadly aim...
With tasers,
And/or with high powered guns!

Raising jail bait...
With a taste for defeatism,
Blended with a craving for self hate.
And 'scholars' have spent generations in debate...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Joy And Sorrow

As a fisher-boy I fared

To the black rock in the sea,
And, while false gifts I prepared.

Listen'd and sang merrily,
Down descended the decoy,

Soon a fish attack'd the bait;
One exultant shout of joy,--

And the fish was captured straight.

Ah! on shore, and to the wood

Past the cliffs, o'er stock and stone,
One foot's traces I pursued,

And the maiden was alone.
Lips were silent, eyes downcast

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poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Robert Fulton Tanner

If a man could bite the giant hand
That catches and destroys him,
As I was bitten by a rat
While demonstrating my patent trap,
In my hardware store that day.
But a man can never avenge himself
On the monstrous ogre Life.
You enter the room--that's being born;
And then you must live--work out your soul,
Aha! the bait that you crave is in view:
A woman with money you want to marry,
Prestige, place, or power in the world.
But there's work to do and things to conquer--
Oh, yes! the wires that screen the bait.
At last you get in--but you hear a step:
The ogre, Life, comes into the room,
(He was waiting and heard the clang of the spring)
To watch you nibble the wondrous cheese,
And stare with his burning eyes at you,
And scowl and laugh, and mock and curse you,

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poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Anthropomorphic.

Laced within entropic flow
arbitrary eddies swirl,
Fleeting fluctuating twirls
dissipating apropos.

Hidden in disorder's curls
reinforcing patterns grow,
Tiny hubs of order glow
seeds of life like inverse pearls.

Flora, Fauna deviate,
Movers must advance or shrink
leading to the conscious brink,
Feedback loops to calculate.

Vital self-awareness link,
Do they bait or are they bait?
Need to care about their fate,
Creatures start to think they think.

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poem by Diane Hine
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Satisfaction Comes

Whatever it takes...
Break from that hostage feeling!

Reel yourself in...
Bait life and start your healing.
Toss misfortunes,
Take deep breaths and breathe!

Whatever you have...
Be glad and count your fortunes!

Know you are blessed.
And your tests are distortions!
Only you can be your own best enemy.
Chase away those clouds,
That feed you grief.

Dissolve your blocks.
Stop and dropp all complaining!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Crayz Age

Two music street man to enter into the crowded passenger bus
They crowled among the passenger who stand closely
who were wearing “lurik” clothes and hold his flute
Not play his flute but he held up o’s hand
As a weapon, shut to the passengers
The passenger were tired and boring
With sum of music street man on the bus
Orherwise they shut their mouth
Or like a deaf and dumb man
Or they quiet of tired, boring or vain hope
Which had couldn’t reach the attain
one of them were crowled to the back site
and the other one went to the front site
His chin pulled out, he looks to the passenger,
Oh no, he saw along to straight pass
And then he opens his rumpled books and read it with his loud voice
With his an indecent song
Potest to military regime were cruel
Or mentally corrup of birocrat
Seks scandals,

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poem by Prasetya Utama
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