Do not weaken the attention of him who is occupied.
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Are comforts good?
Comforts weaken one;
Discomforts harden one.
Man strives for comforts
To weaken himself.
01.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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But the West is trying to weaken Islam from outside and inside. They attack our people and invade our countries from outside, and they weaken us from within with ideas like secularism, liberalism and democracy. This is all designed to contaminate our pure Islam.
quote by Abu Bakar Bashir
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At 6:30, which was when the national news began, my father raised the volume and adjusted the antennas. Usually I occupied myself with a book, but that night my father insisted that I pay attention.
quote by Jhumpa Lahiri
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Bling Obsessed
If people were not intentionally programmed,
To be envious...
Manipulating them would not be so easily effective.
Even those budding to branch out from one tree,
Choose to flaunt the artificialness of their possessions.
And for what purpose to obtain?
Seconds under spotlight with no lasting flame,
Before its over?
Show me something that strengthens the tree,
Not weaken it.
And 'you'?
Yes you...
You have every right to flaunt as much as you want.
Knowing there were good deeds done you did.
However...
Many environments are nests for bling obsessed fools,
Pre-occupied with the making of false impressions.
Without one investment made to claim turf where they leech.
To voice the shallowness of their quick lived dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Id and The Ego's
Last night my Id, the tricky minx
Just had to play a game
The day before both Egos
Occupied my busy brain! .............
They fight for my attention
These triplets born of Freud
Internal conflict Manifests
In things I should avoid.
I try to keep a balance
Between my heart and head
But when bad fells so bloody good
I side with Id instead!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Simply Lonely
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Receives
Instead he hides
His feelings
In a guise as black as night
He uses red lines
He uses sharp edges
To hide, silently crying inside
They call him a troublemaker
He just wants the attention
That is always denied to him
His mother just sits in her room
Locked up with her boyfriend
Never paying attention
His father is no where to be found
He left years ago
No one can get close enough to see
The class clown
Just wants to have someone's
Undivided attention
To know someone
Truly cares
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Recives
poem by Autumn Winds
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I Am On a Diet of Peace
It is not that I don't think of you.
I do.
Sometimes I find myself thirsting,
With wishes wondering how you are.
But when I am satisfied with that desire,
And my senses are convinced you are okay...
My attention is focused elsewhere.
With you and the 'us' we were,
To fade away.
Not to stay to confine me like yesterday.
I remember there was a time,
You occupied all of it!
And there you were,
In my mind!
I could not eat or sleep.
I awakened to find that not very nutritional.
Today I am on a diet of peace.
And that is all I wish to receive.
In a cycle of breath easy for me,
To inhale with an exhaling that is easily released.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attention
(olivia newton-john /annie roboff /steve seskin)
Here in my heart, theres the truth
But no one could love me like you
But lately you seem so far away
Pretending that you hear what I say
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Sometimes you look so unsure
Has time left you longing for more?
Wishing you would let me back in
I just wanna be home again
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
You mean too much to me to give up without a fight
Lord knows we cant survive one more silent night
Id like to think theres a chance
Some way to save our romance
But if I have to do it alone
Id be better off on my own
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Oh,what can I do to get some attention from you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Getting Good Deeds Done
The best of good deeds,
Are not the ones discussed to be done!
The best deeds that are good...
Are those deeds lived,
And done by the ones who know
When and how to give!
Getting deeds done
Without discussions,
Weaken good intentions...
With diminishing attention given!
And spoken words without action,
Provide no satisfaction.
Although distracts with attraction,
That gets everyone talking...
And then walking away,
Just to say,
They promised they would come!
They promised to provide support...
But not get involved,
With getting good deeds done.
They see deeds as no lasting remedy!
But distortions of their involvement,
In the eyes of everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless It Disappears
The lack of acknowledgement present,
Does not change the existence of a thing!
Or bring a climax to wondering!
Even if occupied space is ignored,
It will still be there!
Black, colorized, white and/or devoid of air.
The intention of its existence...
Does not rely on an attention mentioned!
The purpose and its value,
Is to share with those aware.
Accepting or rejecting it...
Does 'it' stop with feelings to care?
To prove or disapprove,
That which 'is' IS there!
Nothing is going to change it at all...
Unless it disappears.
And that's not likely to happen here,
Even if there is a sudden silence of darkness...
That shuts light from eyes,
And blocks the hearing of ears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shake Off Dust
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
If I sat and thought,
About what it was i wanted to achieve...
None of my accomplishments,
Would have been given life to breathe.
I had been accused of doing nothing,
By those I observed doing that at their best.
And I never thought of that as a challenge for me.
So I left that to others to win that contest!
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
To get done.
I'm not one satisfied,
To rid myself or shake off dust.
Or notice it if it should come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Door
You want all my lovin'.
But just pieces I get.
Just a piece to treat me.
You want my lovin'.
But a tease you give me.
A piece you think will treat and please.
I...I,
Don't like it that way.
No.
I...I,
Can't stop it when you start.
Feeling like a dope,
On a rope choked.
And I...I,
Try to fight it,
But I'm hooked.
With a tail you wag...
You like to see mine,
Hang and drag.
I...I
Don't like it!
I...I
Can't fight it or try.
You know I want more...
But my needs you ignore.
You want all my lovin'.
But just pieces I get.
And,
I...I
Don't like it!
I...I
Can't fight it or try.
You know I want more...
But the teasing of the piece that treats you keep
To weaken me,
Is kept in my mind...
Behind your love door!
And,
I...I
Don't like it!
I...I
Can't fight it or try.
The piece that treats you keep to weaken me...
With teases,
Is behind your love door.
You know I want what's more,
Behind your love door.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, Evil Does Exist
Yes,
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
There is a call from those of peace,
To have peace from us cheered and hailed.
But evil has to be combatted.
And to do it,
We must stand tall.
And not crawl on the ground,
Like frightened sand dwelling snails!
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
And the ones who chase deceit away,
Must be praised and not diminished.
They are the ones to dare to face the truth.
With a struggle to end evil!
Knowing by confonting it...
Will expose evil,
And the doers of it 'snuffed' out quick.
IF...
We do not succumb to the ways,
Evil plays...
On the minds of those unconscious,
To get its wickedness done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Pays Attention
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than your lover
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than your children
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than your friends
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than YOU!
Death is always there.
poem by Brenda Poole
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As long as Nazi violence was unleashed only, or mainly, against the Jews, the rest of the world looked on passively and even treaties and agreements were made with the patently criminal government of the Third Reich.... The doors of Palestine were closed to Jewish immigrants, and no country could be found that would admit those forsaken people. They were left to perish like their brothers and sisters in the occupied countries. We shall never forget the heroic efforts of the small countries, of the Scandinavian, the Dutch, the Swiss nations, and of individuals in the occupied part of Europe who did all in their power to protect Jewish lives.
quote by Albert Einstein
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The Best Love Yet To Get
There is one disadvantage,
In being a part of a large family.
Or inter-related like many who confess it.
There will be more than a few believing,
They are deserving of getting attention.
With a love to them individually expressed.
And those who have accepted life as it is...
Have learned to give love without attention given,
Because with them it is love they feel.
And this is what they give to others regardless.
Since God has already give them all the attention,
And this love once known is the best love yet to get.
Although some with insecurities will feel a need,
To call attention upon themselves.
For whatever those reasons...
To appease and satisfy their mental weaknesses.
Thank God the trees aren't jealous of their branches.
Or the leaves sprouting from them which are nourished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence, a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it.
quote by Herbert Simon
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