Sit where you are welcomed and helped, and don't sit where you are not welcomed.
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A Poem, A Friend
You stumble out of
The cold, blowing world -
Into the warmth and comfort of a poem;
It fills your soul with the sweet aroma
Of being welcomed... welcomed back where you always belong.
You feel that you have arrived somewhere special, as
It wraps loving Words all about you;
The joy and serenity of an old friend,
So dear and so true,
The peace and satisfaction of returning home... once again.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Ballade: Du Concours De Blois
I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,
Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:
In my own land, I'm in a far domain:
Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:
Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,
I smile in tears, wait without expectation:
Taking my comfort in sad desperation:
I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:
Strong I am, without power or persuasion,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:
Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:
I've no doubt, except of everything certain:
Science is what happens accidentally:
I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:
Saying: ‘God give you good even!' at dawn,
I greatly fear I'm falling, when lying down:
I've plenty, yet I've not one possession,
I wait to inherit, yet I'm no heir I own,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain
To acquire some goods, but have none by me:
Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,
And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:
He's my friend who can make me believe
A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:
Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:
Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:
I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Merciful Prince, may it please you that I've shown
There's much I know, yet without sense or reason:
I'm partial, yet I hold with all men, in common.
What more can I do? Redeem what I've in pawn,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
poem by François Villon
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That Rain
Thunder starts rolling in
As it fell from the skys
Rain
Oh how it knows me so
As I stand underneath it
While I welcomed it with wide open arms
With my head facing the lightning bolts up ahead
The rain drops upon my face
Like welcoming kisses
As the thunder roared louder than the mightiest lion
As the lightning bolts lit up the sky brighter than Vegas itself
I twirled in the rain
Not caring who saw
In that rain
That rain I welcomed ever so
That rain which had the softest touch I had ever felt
poem by Storm Pedersen
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Terribly Important
I wonder if I’ll be welcome,
and welcomed, in Heaven. I
wonder if Heaven exists, even
as I’ve risen from the font, and
as I accede to Pascal’s reasoning
on behalf of a faithful wager. How
would I like to be welcomed there?
What a question. The answer is
I must not care-meaning I’d like
the welcome not to be anything
I might have predicted. Heaven
must be a wonderful surprise,
a way of being so different
that none of our machinations need
apply. Heaven must be where
all necessary love exists. What
a statement. Here are more: Heaven is.
Heaven is necessary, but I am not.
To speculate: Perhaps Heaven exists
for the unnecessary; maybe it converts
even nothing into something terribly
important. Heaven must be as
terribly important as we erroneously
believe our activities to be.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.
Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!
When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?
'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Self Examination 'Thing
Could you survive,
Without a back to ride on?
No.
I don't think so.
I've never seen you sacrifice.
But you are quick,
To criticize those on your side.
Those who go out of their way,
To make sure you're okay.
And you are never satisfied,
By those things done.
Your Jekyll is in need of therapy.
And your Hyde most times,
Isn't welcomed by anyone.
And those who wish you well,
Wanting more to have you...
On a smooth path.
You first respond with anger.
Then you proceed to laugh.
Something in your head,
Is not screwed too tight.
Something in your mind,
Is-just-not-right!
'How do you feel now? '
Tremendous.
A whole lot better.
How long have you been doing,
This 'self examination' thing?
'I just started.
I do it twice a day.
I was looking in the mirror
The other day in the restroom.
And all of a sudden my boss comes in!
On the line...
'Your Jekyll is in need of therapy.
And your Hyde most times,
Isn't welcomed by anyone.'
Yeah?
What happened?
What did he do?
'He called me into the office.
Asked me if I needed Friday off...
With pay! '
No way?
'YES!
I'm telling you it works.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Season Like This Comes
It is hard to miss a season with,
Chilling winds and falling snow that drifts.
In an atmosphere that clearly cheers,
Every year with the giving of gifts.
There is a magic begun it seems,
As joy comes for everyone thinking of peace...
Harmony and a realizing of impossible dreams.
And all things done we do to be forgiven is granted,
As wished.
When a season like this comes.
To be welcomed...
In a way difficult for anyone to say,
Is never missed.
There is a magic begun it seems,
As joy comes for everyone thinking of peace...
Harmony and a realizing of impossible dreams.
As wished.
When a season like this comes.
To be welcomed
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Direction Taken...
Do or don't...
Whatever!
Your participation now,
Is neither welcomed or embraced.
What was needed from you then...
Has now taken on a different face.
A change of pace...
Is upon us with a phase,
That will not be erased.
Have you waited too late,
To state your cause?
Did you pause to linger,
And now hesitate in awe!
A solution to mend and fix,
Has transcended and now complex!
To confess a lack of comprehension...
Does not await for what comes next!
Do or don't...
Whatever!
Your participation now,
Is neither welcomed or embraced.
What was needed from you then...
Has now taken on a different face.
A change of pace...
Is upon us with a phase,
That will not be erased.
If you find you are dazed in amazement,
Realize what you had regarded important to you...
Has drastically been replaced!
And you now stand among those...
Who show an exposed indifference,
You wish to now impose.
But time upon you and 'those' has closed!
This direction taken...
Is not for those still sitting in conflict!
No matter which ones you choose to pick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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IF' Given The Opportunity
If one is in possession of anything,
One has earned and deserves...
Why would others expect,
That this person will beg from them...
To be welcomed with acceptance?
And just for kicks do a tap dance routine.
'IF' given the opportunity to entertain,
Those sitting on neighborhood stoops...
In discussion about what goes on across the street.
While standing on corners are others protecting their turf,
As if to supply security for vacant lots filled with trash.
If one is in possession of anything,
One has earned and deserves...
Why would others expect,
That this person will beg from them...
To be welcomed with acceptance?
And just for kicks do a tap dance routine.
'IF' given the opportunity to entertain them,
Until they give approval of one's ability...
To tap and smile at the same time.
Just to prove one's affiliation and representation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nouveau Loose of Caboose and Off Track
Unmistakable truths,
Are cropping up like pop tarts...
To munch on like a snack,
These days.
Wisecracking 'misfits',
Are more than welcomed...
To join in with the foray.
Displayed on any corner in view.
It seems as if a major shift in consciousness,
Has upon us arrived.
And people are scambling to identify,
With something tangible that is recognizable.
Like...
Those various versions of normalcy,
And...
The rarely used common sense.
Unmistakable truths,
Are cropping up like pop tarts...
To munch on like a snack,
These days.
Wisecracking 'misfits',
Are more than welcomed...
To join in with the foray.
Displayed on any corner in view.
And the nouveau riche,
Find themselves joining forces with those poor.
Since all are welcomed through these doors...
These days.
And in these times we live.
It seems as if a major shift in consciousness,
Has upon us arrived.
And people are scambling to identify,
With something tangible that is recognizable.
These days.
Like the absence of delicious gossip.
You know...?
The kind that baits magnetic ears,
Closer to listen!
We 'must' christen these days,
And the people crazed in dazed amazement:
Nouveau Loose of Caboose and Off Track!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcomed Are Those of Fresh Voices
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Here to speak from your perspective.
Clearing the staleness...
That comforts some,
In air the reeks of molding affairs.
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Or teases with a brisk breeze.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First of all, we haven't always welcomed immigrants.
quote by Samuel P. Huntington
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If....Knowing Then What I Know Now
If today were
yesterday
would I have welcomed you so warmly
with open heart and cradling arm
and lots of scented baby oil?
If today were
yesterday
would I have heard God’s whispered warning
“A special son for you, My Child,
who’ll only last a little while”?
If today were
yesterday
would I have heard God’s whispered warning
woven throughout your boyhood bruises
entwined within your teen year trials?
I wonder...
but only for a moment.
If today were
yesterday
Despite the loving whispered warning,
I would have welcomed you as warmly
With open heart and cradling arms
And tons of scented baby oil!
Your life has blessed me so!
poem by Helen C Capan
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I welcomed the organization of the Anti-slavery Society.
quote by Gerrit Smith
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That should be our test regarding immigrants. Those who come to America to tear it down or live off of others should not be welcomed.
quote by Marvin Olasky
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As the night thickens
And darkness tranquilises life
Dawn is welcomed.
quote by by Oskar Hansen
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Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a newborn child?
quote by Dorothy L. Nolte
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A quotation, like a pun, should come unsought, and then be welcomed only for some propriety of felicity justifying the intrusion.
quote by Robert Chapman
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The police chief of Hiroshima welcomed me eagerly as the first Allied correspondent to reach the city.
quote by Wilfred Burchett
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Of the many guests we welcomed to the Mickey Mouse Club, my absolute favorites were the Lennon Sisters.
quote by Annette Funicello
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