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Old Tricks Played By Dupers

More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Those usual games of smearing names,
With innuendos and slurs...
To depict someone perverted,
Has begun to show torn fabric...
On values and standards,
Dipping into crevices...
Where those self righteous are observed.
Wallowing away as they play amongst themselves,
In the mud and dirt.

More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Only to prove...
Dupers who wallow away in the mud and dirt,
Are more often than not...
In the middle of the slop plopped they plan to plot!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Testament

The decomposing wall I see
That encompasses the long dead
Lies interspersed among the trees
Whose living, fingered roots are fed
with nourishment of sublimed faith.

I pause a moment…

Panning the surroundings I see
Row after row of unknown dead
Whose tombstones depict family trees
Whose living relatives are fed
The same promises of blind faith.

Why must I lament?

The brown withered leaves that I see
Wind-blown atop the buried dead
Should I mourn provenance: the trees?
Why then the promise that is fed:

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poem by Albert Ahearn
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Sonnet: Functions Of Poetry

In Poetry, the Bard's inpired heart,
Reveals its feelings in a wordy way;
Adhering to the basic rules of art,
And making life delightful everyday.

At times, ‘tis wholly the play of our mind;
Sometimes, an exercise of word-painting;
Good things in it, the readers always find,
That helps to live better by God-loving.

And Poetry must stand the test of time;
The best way 'tis to depict life as such;
And suggests ways to make it more sublime;
Affording readers with a magic-touch.

Yet, Poetry must reign supreme for long,
Tho' change with times just like a modern song.

poem by John Celes
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Reflections on Reflections Play

Poets finger frequencies chromatic
which few imagine, fuse into our days,
highlight dross in unexpected ways
turn common hieroglyphs to gold syllabic.
Poets tune to wavelengths which, harmonic,
impressions fleeting turn to interplays
outside Time transformed, for image stays
as fly in amber, glowing, flowing, tonic
despite enchroaching Time’s invasion chronic.
Reflections on reflections play. Relays,
found unbound, may colour in life’s greys,
unpick the spirit’s drawbridge lock symbolic,
depict emotions which, with rainbow tint,
may move, may pain remove, and joy imprint....

poem by Jonathan Robin
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It's Just Another Day

Another senseless public shooting.
Another day to depict someone crazed.
Another dismissing of entitlements and rights,
As to the reasons why people...
Are running for their lives in broad daylight,
While a society diminishes with blinded insights...
To blame their quality of life on kept delusions.
And one who leads as responsible,
For the increase of their madness.

It's just another day,
For denials and deceptions to be accepted.
It's just another day,
For those who cheat, lie, deceive and abuse,
To make claims of any wrongdoing.
It's just another day,
To defend acts of treason.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outrageous Demands

It continues to amaze,
How those voices that raise.
Their outrageous demands,
Are given a patient ear.
With subsidies thrown to them,
That are sought ways to find uses.
Eventually.

While others that are seen,
With obvious needs.
Are forced to certify their qualifications,
That depict as if.
Their status of being hungry and homeless,
Are legitimate reasons to declare themselves.
Among the ones needy.
Since appearances are not quite enough to verify.

Especially.
When any subsidies given to them,
Are being limited and still questioned.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Right Call To Define It

Chasing rainbows on one's knees,
Is not a good sign one is understanding...
The definition of happiness.
Or hasn't learned too many lessons about life.

Anything chased on knees,
Can not be taken too seriously.
It is only with faith kept and knowing...
Anything that belongs needs not to be chased.

And...
If it is,
Chased...
Somebody is being made a fool.
And 'if' that somebody is on knees...
Pleading,
'Baby baby please I'm in need? '
Well...
Stupidity for this action,
Would be the right call to define it!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Be wise

Just mind the present; future, God takes care;
Sometimes, we cannot bear ev'n today's yoke;
Most things in life are uncertain, unfair;
Why spoil your lungs by cigarette chain-smoke?

When foes are many and good friends are few;
A low profile is best to our vantage;
The Sky can't long maintain unfriendly hue;
Life is a battle, we must always wage.

Truth is one thing common to religions;
Love of mankind by God, they all depict;
Learn unity, amity from Pigeons; .
'Tis good man can’t his future own predict.

Why stress your mind and body premature?
A certain time, all things take in Nature.

poem by John Celes
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Depleted Of Bonafide Tasks

The only ones appearing to be running afraid these days,
Are those seeking explanations...
Of their non-existing accountabilities.
To prove they are not incompetent.
Since continuing to masquerade with impressions to make,
Has not proven to anyone to be beneficial.

And those now demanding more than speeches without substance,
Accompanied with colorful graphs to depict scientific procedures...
Depleted of bonafide tasks,
Have asked...
'What has any of this to do with caps placed on funding?
And 'who' is responsible for not keeping our expectations,
Cost effective with our money disappearing fast.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until An Affliction Comes

Recovering from a dose of reality,
For those who have never dealt with it before...
Dismisses myths quickly,
When one has a death threatening experience.
Or witnesses one loved slipping slowly away from life.

It isn't pleasant to stand by,
With nothing left to do but cry!
Or have someone depict this as a sign of weakness.
And usually expressed,
By the one not affected.

And those who take these situations lightly,
Are the ones continuing to do what they like!
Until an affliction comes to hit them.
With an affect they wish everyone would stop...
To center upon them all of the attention one can give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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