He is the proper person to give advice to kings who neither dreads the loss of his head nor seeks for reward.
Saadi in Gulistan (The Rose Garden) (1258), translated by Francis Gladwin
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My Time Given Seeks No Reward
A stain has been left on it.
A path I pave.
I suspect someone,
Has taken it for granted.
Believing it easy...
To chase me away!
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
Footprints are all over it.
And trashed by disrespect.
Although none of this was expected...
I accept this with regret.
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
To move forward is a personal quest.
Obstacles challenge.
And they will be faced...
With the best from me,
Unseen yet!
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
I am not motivated,
By spotlight!
Or applause.
Nor am I awed,
By my own accomplishments.
Those things done...
Are released.
Not stored.
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
I continue to be 'me'...
Even when I am ignored.
I choose to adventure.
I choose to explore.
And in 'this' time given,
I do not seek to reach for reward.
My mission is not to sit with impatience.
Or wait for an approval...
Until I am bored.
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
Nor do I rush to aboard a ship,
Not of my accord!
To agree or reconcile with to fit!
My time given,
Seeks no reward.
And I will not investigate,
The slithering movements...
Done to deceive by a snake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep It Proper
Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Especially when you're seen in the streets.
You never know on you who might peep.
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
Controversy lovers love it,
More obscene.
People feed sensations that wound and bleed.
With a caring less of who's affected by misdeeds
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best that you keep it proper,
That business to express on the streets.
You never know,
On you
Who might peep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Advice
Open the window I need some air
So many people and theres such disorder here
Familiar faces found out lies
Turn to the street now I watch the passers by
I wonder what they recognize
And what theyd recommend to fill my days
Possessions start to wear me down
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me down
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Instead they harbor secret thoughts
They break through windows that have twice been locked
I have to walk to wear me out
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me down
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
I throw my arms and pray to leave
I gotta head for love like is inside me
My lips press tight so not to drown
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me down
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Give me some good advice to help me along
If I know its true
Give me some good advice to help me along
If I know its true
Give me some good advice to help me along
If I know its true
Im nervous
Give me some good advice to wear me down
song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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His Own World
A thoughtful man alone
Alone in his own world
World of chaos and destruction
Destruction happens second nature
Nature bared stands no chance
Chance to get the chance he needs
Needs to learn to live a life
Life brings it’s own reward
Reward the thief and charge the victim
Victim is the word for loss
Loss causes a greater gain
Gain the end of a long hard race
Race has nothing to do with colors
Colors swirl around his head
Head back to one and look to two
Two is the number for second place
Place the loser on the stand
Standing alone is a thoughtful man
His Own World
A thoughtful man alone
Alone in his own world
World of chaos and destruction
Destruction happens second nature
Nature bared stands no chance
Chance to get the chance he needs
Needs to learn to live a life
Life brings it's own reward
Reward the thief and charge the victim
Victim is the word for loss
Loss causes a greater gain
Gain the end of a long hard race
Race has nothing to do with colors
Colors swirl around his head
Head back to one and look to two
Two is the number for second place
Place the loser on the stand
Standing alone is a thoughtful man
poem by Joshua Newland
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Angel Of Mercy
Well theres a peter pan moon shepards delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight
I want my reward in heaven tonight
Just like you promised
Angel of mercy youll come to no harm
Angel of mercy theres no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know hes honest
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right sweet angel
Well now its too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion
You dont need protection
Here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I dont want your money I want you instead
Dont need rejection
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right
Angel of mercy give me heaven tonight
Well if you cross your heart and spit
And swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get in the hit
Tell me that Im your all night lover
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right
Angel of mercy give me heaven tonight
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right
Angel of mercy give me heaven tonight
song performed by by Dire Straits
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Opurtunity
Opportunity
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of a dream
Loss of a person
But what of the loss of opportunity
Opportunity for a dream
Opportunity for time with a person
Can not having the chance of loss
Be worse than loss itself
More prominent
More painful
An aching sense that if only you’d had the chance
You would at least have memories
Good
Bad
Would it matter as long as you could remember
Loss it seems is the worse kind of sorrow
But worse still is the loss of opportunity
poem by Abigail Hauschild
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If anybody seeks your advice, offer right and sincere advice.
Raoul & The Kings Of Spain
When the seventh of the seventh son
Comes along and breaks the chains
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Making it plain, making it sane
To turn this loss into a gain
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Did you know your father was an island
Did you know your mother was the sea
Can we ever hope to seek asylum
From the bounds of fate and family
When the seventh of the seventh son
Comes along and breaks the chains
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Making it plain, making it sane
To turn this loss into a gain
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Did you know all mothers come from heaven
Did you know all fathers come from hell
That is why theyre at sixes and seven
That is why their marriage isnt well
When the seventh of the seventh son
Comes along and breaks the chains
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Making it plain, making it sane
To turn this loss into a gain
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
Raoul, raoul, raoul and the kings of spain
song performed by by Tears For Fears
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
quote by Robert Herrick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Lessons Can I Promise To Learn?
I shy away from advising with advice to give,
To anyone.
I have too many bruises,
From knocking my head up against walls.
I've sat in on too many job interviews,
Bored by those who questioned...
Where would I'd like to be and do,
In years to come I have yet to live.
Or commit myself to a loyalty...
When I know none of it comes to me,
From no one as a guarantee promised to give.
I do my best until I can not do that anymore.
And if someone else is not doing that to achieve,
Who believe to me they can be compared?
What lessons can I promise to learn?
If those in positions to teach are incompetent.
I shy away from advising with advice to give,
To anyone.
I have too many bruises,
From knocking my head up against walls.
What could I say to anyone,
Thinking something I will say will make it for them easy?
Especially when I am inclined to say,
Fall down to your knees and count the cracks on the street.
And repeat it until the bleeding isn't noticed?
How many seeking to be impressed,
Will address my own experiences?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Me
Let me start off by saying
To me I think that you are sexy
To me I feel that you are gifted
Just out right talented
Now don't think that I am in love
I simply place you above
Others that I have come across
Once they are gone
I develop memory loss
To me you have sexy lips
They deserve a kiss
So here's one muuuuah
You have my attention
Let me also mention
To me you are so unique
Not because you put on but because
You are who you are real
Now don't let this go to your head
With your sexy dreads
I just felt like being sweet
Letting you know what you mean to me
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Showing gratitude to a lovely father
My father! My father! My father! I might not have gold to give you. I might not have silver to give you. I might not have money to build houses on the ocean for you. I might not have money to buy yacht for you. I might not even have diamond to give you. Your words and brillant advice is far better than a thousand diamond placed together. Your words and advice makes the eagle soar. How much can i appreciate you.If darkness comes, if heaven falls, and hell is let lose. I will pick you again and again till thy kingdom come as a true and a worthy father. God bless you and spare your life for your children to pay for your kind gestures. All i want you to know is that no amount of payment can be appreciated or quantified to that which you have done for us. I don, t know how else to say thank you sir. I know God will richly pay and reward you handsomely. All what we your children say is that we are pregnant with gratitude with a solemn heart, we will be grateful all the days of our lives. Remain blessed
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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I'm certainly the last person to give advice on, well, anything.
quote by George Clooney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dreads
It's not a statement of defiance,
I wear my hair in dreads.
It's who I am...
And I'm proud to show them.
Naturally...
On my head!
I use to keep my hair short and faded...
Conservative in conformity!
To fit into a 'conscious' acceptance...
An unspoken, visual uniformity.
Believing to appear like everyone else...
Would bestow upon me,
A certain respected sense of self.
Having no clue it was 'me' I pursued!
It took me a while to realize,
From myself I ran and fled!
Then when I 'woke' up clear with understanding...
I still had concealed a truthfulness not revealed.
My hair is 'nappy'!
And when not cut,
It dreads!
Curling into 'naps'.
And feeling comfortable on my head.
How sweet the awakening...
To a wholesomeness fed!
Not to dred but to wear in pride.
It's not a statement of defiance,
I wear my hair in dreads.
It's who I am...
And I'm proud to show them.
Naturally...
On my head!
Dreadlocked.
And now that I feel,
My best of self can be expressed...
I see so many who are trapped in masquerades.
Doing their best to project...
What they feel someone else,
Will accept without protest!
And I am so happy I can live my life...
With a peace of mind I find at rest!
Knowing a simple thing like 'dreads'...
Exposes a complete identity I keep.
And makes me feel at my very best yet!
Instead.
Forgetting the 'me' who I thought I knew...
And having not one regret!
Not within my heart I thread.
Note:
Dedicated to those dreadlock wearers
who feel the gloriousness of being who they are!
And a deep kindred with 'Jah' The Supreme!
A strengthening of 'spirit' develops when one
becomes...'dread-headed'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I mean, I try to say the right things and give the right advice. But still, I'm only a person.
quote by Jonathan Brandis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wants- sex definer
A confident woman, the man seeks.
An intelligent man, the woman seeks.
A good-featured woman, the man seeks.
A good-natured man, the woman seeks.
A modest woman, the man seeks.
An intellectual man, the woman seeks.
A virtuous woman, the man seeks.
A chivalrous man, the woman seeks.
Be graceful, women!
Be brave, men!
06.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loss Of...
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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None
The only advice I would give to someone?
Someone who has not lived and yet been stung?
Someone who has not experienced obstacles,
Or believe they can live without facing one?
Or being bitten by defeat...
Even while crawling to stand onto their own two feet.
Most times doing that publicly!
And having no family or friends to plead in defense.
Or to protect or shelter agonies wept repeatedly.
Hmmm,
Lets see...
The only advice I would give to someone?
Honestly?
Would be none!
And they would eventually understand,
That was the best advice to them I gave!
No tasks are completed on free passes.
None!
Although many believe they can succeed,
By hopping the fence.
To later realize,
They have no idea what game is being played.
Or how to go about pretending they do!
Or...
To who they'll try to fool to play incompetently.
There's enough mediocrity already certifiable,
On several fields of endeavor.
So none would be my best advice to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I would never offer advice without the person asking for it. I, in general, don't believe in giving advice, actually, as a human being I don't.
quote by Joan Chen
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