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Unlimited Treasure Trove

If I had been obvious...
You'd be deplete of imagination.
At the lost of benefit,
And at your expense!
However...
In your uncleverness,
It is you...
Not me,
That provides me a motivation!
No matter how ridiculous you expound upon it.

Offering an unlimited treasure trove,
Of refuted nonsense...
Proven!
And I have turned that into a career.

I would thank you!
But you might interpret my comments,
As being cynical.
When I am actually wanting to be sarcastic.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Container

Tough are the edges of this container,
I contain them, I persuade them
To multiply inside and sting noone,
Just to be polite and not harm someone.

Just be so polite to my corner
In the haze of speech, the speaker is!
May I add the ingenious remark to relate
So that my progeny shall never deplete.

Tougher swerves of the pen make for more noise
Than this container of quite too much joy.
Joy is in the pen of concreteness,
The stated art so piled up from centuries of work.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Something Had Has Broken

Everything once meant something to them.
Everything they saw and had between them then.
Now that something meant...
When they first began,
Has little left to offer.
And the pricelessness of it...
Is not merely exchanged as token!
Something had has broken!
And much of that has decreased in value!
But they wish for no one else,
To know its true worth.
When all pieces shine together.
Wishing to deplete it into nothing,
Themselves.
And they keep enforced the dullness...
Of the nothingness they are!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ingredients to Feed

One says he wants to create wealth.
And he and his friends have enough of it to prove...
This will be his priority!
While the other says he wishes to spread it.
If he is given the authority!
And a decaying infrastructure has suffered,
By those who have kept their wealth of gains,
To themselves.
Since the backs of the middle class have been broken.
And they have supplied the thieves,
With the ingredients to feed their greed.
Hoping the one who wants to create wealth,
Succeeds to deplete with sustained deceit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth That Is

Deplete not from me,
Truth that is.
Let me face it.
Without discouragement.

Or hurry to hide...
From that which I do not like.
Or might disturb me inside.
Or deny.

Let my consciousness accept,
What my eyes and head rejects.
With an openness my heart allows...
And helps me respect.

Remove my quickness to object,
A reality that may upset.
That comes to challenge my neglect,
As it is reflected.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deep Down The Memory Lane

Deep down the memory lane
I still think of you
Though you may have forgotten me
Yet I think of you

I know there had been promises unkept
and many wishes unfulfilled
Yet deep down the memory lane
I still think of you

There had been lot of fightings
and lot of faults in me
They really have stiffled you
and made u cry to agony

I know it was my weakness
that made you go away
I was the only reason
that made ur love deplete

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poem by Rahul Gupta
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But It Is to Your Interests

'We are against him.
He proposes to redistribute the wealth.
And that is not our interests.'

Oh?
But it is to your interests,
To maintain a drain on the economy
With trillions of dollars...
To give to a few,
With hypocritical views...
You campaign to keep.
To rescue with a 'bailout'
In a brainwashing of those who follow,
Standards and values that deplete them of reality!

'He wishes to inflict upon us socialistic values! '

And you...
Wish to keep those in need.
As you continue feeding your greed!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limbic Thievery

My jaw drops and unhinges like a snake's
To swallow the egg, your yolk of wisdom.
What I know seems so obtuse and opaque—
A cracked shell series of stupid theorems.
My ideas—inchoate, incomplete,
Impossible to form, say, or define.
My inner resources swiftly deplete
And the slope of my mood also declines.
My efforts even—a subterfuge.
All thoughts are thin vapors forced to perspire.
Thus, I fe'el the need to find refuge,
For doing so must certainly inspire
My mind to seek past its limitations
By dwelling in your imaginations.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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With Love, Anonymous

You may have the freedom to spy on me.
For as long and as often as you like.
And as long as you realize I exercise my freedom,
To know this is what you do...
I hope you don't mind I have others spying on you?
At least both of us will prove,
There is nothing beneficial in the act of it.

You will increase your sanctions.
To decrease your interdependence.
And I will accept your sanctions,
To continue to deplete you of your needs.
To have all believe,
I will discontinue to do as I please.
With a leaving to you to do as you wish.

With Love,
Anonymous

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Planting Misdeeds

Envy and jealousy kept to keep to spread,
Eventually creeps into the heads of others.
And this feeling deep seated,
Increases in the minds of sisters and brothers...
To find them defeated every time.
With hidden agendas and secret plots to deplete,
Happiness shown of any kind
Leaving a hatred left to suffer by all.

Take a look.
Petty thieves, leeching crooks and deceivers...
Are everywhere planting misdeeds.

Ask yourself this question.
'With what effectiveness am I participating,
In the nurturing of weeds to kill the bloom of flowers?
And is my progress as successful as it can be? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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