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It is, perhaps, better to be valued as an object of passion than never to be valued at all.
quote by Angela Carter
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Yeah, there were a few years in the early nineties where I really began to hate what was valued as funny and just sort of what was valued in stand-up, period.
quote by Patton Oswalt
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Christ is not valued at all unless He is valued above all.
quote by Saint Augustine
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In Discussion Of What 'Is' Valued
Mixed marriages.
Sexual preferences.
And those unable to mind their own business.
Is not a good blend,
When in discussion of what 'is' valued.
Since those standards of a yesterday gone,
And once valued to respect others and their choices made...
Are not prioritized,
By those who have their noses...
Up in the cracks of other people's lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be where you are worthwhile
Be with them,
Who do not know
What you know
And who do not have
What you have.
Then you are valued.
Once over, you’re scrapped.
Otherwise also you’re scrapped
But without being valued.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be Valuable
I love whom I value.
I get love when valued.
The love bought can't stay long.
Without love we can't live.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When a Valued Peace Comes
When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
The fading need to converse on the telephone.
The desire of experiencing nature walks alone.
The freedom enjoyed to be away from debate!
And people who seem to wait for the next argument.
When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
How that feels.
Or the thankfulness appreciated.
It is as if the mind has healed,
From an unconscious self inflicted abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Methods Used To Assess
People have come to assess and evaluate others,
On standards that have been chosen as long valued.
Only to discover those long valued standards,
And the people assessed by an evaluation conducted...
Have their own methods used to assess others as well.
With values they possess but not as openly expressed.
And that is one reason not given to others with interests,
They have a preference for keeping to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Improprieties
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
Anything done you did you had time to correct.
And those blatant mistakes you've made,
Would have long been forgotten with an apology.
Your wish to be seen,
As something other than a human being...
Has left you in a deep ditch.
Along with other hypocrites,
You shared a commonness with.
Mixed and socialized in a doing of discreet business.
Well...
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
And what you intentionally did to others,
Had not been a good thing to do...
For the doing you did to get done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put Living Life On Your Agenda
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!
And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.
And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Acceptable Way Of Life
Even though there are thieves and deceivers,
And everything imagined corruptable and crooked...
In these days now lived and...worshipped!
To be exposed as they are amongst us.
It is in the pomp and circumstance of the doing,
That treats those delighted...
Who have found they have become addicted.
To allow a wickedness to thrive.
And those opposed against what is now valued,
Are regarded as traitors to an acceptable way of life.
Becoming the ones now accused,
To making drastic changes,
With a restoring of those lost values.
Attempts to correct those wrongs have been protested.
Exposing them for what they are has people outraged
How can anyone eliminated those wrongs uplifted.
To make again those things remembered,
That once had been great and lived as right.
'We will fight to protect our interests that are valued.
We will fight to spread the decadence,
We so love and praise.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give me love
Appreciate me for every diamond i'm worth
Never take me for granted or leave me in dirt
Cherish me as i love you
Give me the love love that i give you
Give me love please i beg of you
But not the love for a beggars soul
Give me love that is pure and true
Give me love of more worth than gold
I ask you for love that never grows old
I ask for love that never grows cold
That time cannot kill and words cannot low
I ask for love that can never be broken
That can withstand the world and any of its burdens
Please give me love that no eye has ever witnessed
Or love that no lips have ever spoken
Give me love that the world cannot tear
That can be ganged by darkness and never fear
Love that has more value than this earth
Love more valuable than any worth
For this is the love i give to you
So value me as i value you
Cause if i have no worth to you
Than what worth are you to me?
So please i beg of you my love
Give me the love that i give to you
I cannot love and never be loved
No...
I cannot be a diamond valued with rocks
When value more than this earth alone
But if you cannot return this love
And i have no more value than a rock
Than i shall value you too as so
And spare my heart the sorrow
Fore as i shall never know your love
Is as you shall never know mine.
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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Raped faith
A faith once valued
Then darkness clouded our love
Now our faith is raped
poem by Kartik Saraf
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Those Thoughts of Love
When I first gave my heart,
So fragile it was then.
It was quick to give love...
And quicker with one,
To let love in and begin!
And broken and mended,
Several times as I have aged...
I realize those love stages more,
Each and every day!
And those 'events' that sent me,
To despair in a shattered daze!
They no longer play with my mind...
And have fondly faded away.
I witness with growth today...
A valued appreciation within me now stays!
And I no longer find it as difficult...
To know love I can feel always!
And that selfishness,
To believe I can arrest another's love...
Has vanished from my mind,
Unknown and departed!
From this heart where love has started.
Those thoughts of 'love'
As I knew love in confinement...
Have simply with me has had its day!
Unconditionally in love I am,
And I love it!
In a phase that time brought with age!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kindness
Kindness is so hard to find
It's an uncut diamond in a mine
It's a jewel so valued by most
Where it's found, you find god the host
Walking in love comes easy for me
I love my fellow man, that's gods love you see
He still loved the ones, that scorned and hurt him
Chances most peoples love like that, are very slim
A smile isn't that hard to manage
A frown or a scowl can cause someone damage
There are none on earth who haven't felt pain
But with kindness, so much to gain!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Money Or Love
There's every kind of definition
But it's something you can't put your finger on
There's a constant exhibition
You explore the propositions then you're gone
It's either money or love that's in your catch
Seldom those two ever match
And then lines will all be blurred before too long
Now there's a slight deception
As you look for all the reasons not to run
And without any exception
Every possible exemption can be done
It's either money or love you're digging for
Seldom love is valued more
But only love can tell you who's the one
There's a lot you can do with money, sometimes
It seems like a blessing from above
In the day you might be shopping
But in the nighttime, you better make sure it's love
To get your satisfaction
You might take any guarantee that comes along
But without the main attraction
It's merely a distraction then again you're gone
It's either money or love you place your bet
Which is which you'll soon forget
And you tender your regrets and just move on
There's a lot you can do with money, sometimes
It seems like a blessing from above
In the day you might be shopping
But in the nighttime, you better make sure it's love
Money or love, you better make sure
Money or love, you better make sure
Money or love, you better make sure it's love
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You Murdered My Love
If you are still here,
And I awaken screaming.
I have not experienced a nightmare.
I am just surprised,
I am still alive.
Knowing you are aware,
That my raw and obnoxious antics...
Did not motivate you to split.
Or dismember my valued jewels.
After I dozed off...
Disrespecting and chewing you up,
With insults.
I now apologize even I am sickened by it.
Why do you put up with me?
'I can only collect,
If you die from natural causes.
You are going to pay for my patience!
Trust me.'
And I am thinking it must be love.
'You murdered my love some time ago.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Condoning
Treat me kindly than condoning me,
For what you really love is in the world!
And like the words of your teacher who left you last night.
Plants, water, air, animals, mankind;
What one person values will not be valued by the others!
Because all the fingers are not equal! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Meaningless At Best
What you once valued...
With standards you elected to perfect,
Have found themselves insignificant.
And meaningless at best.
There is a consciousness descending,
Rapidly.
And creating an upheaveling of affects.
Yes they are physical.
Yes they are mental.
And behind these times are going to leave you.
If you are not loosening your grip,
On being set...
In your ways.
What you once valued...
With standards you elected to perfect,
Have found themselves insignificant.
And meaningless at best.
There is a consciousness descending,
Rapidly.
And creating an upheaveling of affects.
To struggle against the cosmicness of it,
Will only produce...
More of your foolishness.
Since this has nothing to do with
The emptiness of ritualistic symbolic routines.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Welcoming of Truth In Everything That Is Done
I remember my encounter...
With reality!
That's when I was stripped,
From those things I valued.
I was spinning in a whirlpool
Of a cruel introduction to truth.
I had some things I liked.
Things I thought I needed,
And kept polished!
Waxed to keep dust reflecting shadows.
Yes!
Even though accelerated winds,
Kept cars I owned spotless.
Dust and I became enemies.
I just didn't want to see any of it on my cars.
I took my parents for granted.
Until they became ill,
And passed away.
Friends I shared nakedness with.
And every conceivable intimacy...
Were gone!
Vanished in thin air it seemed.
And the things we shared,
To impress each other with...
Became useless possessions.
Especially when loved ones go,
And you are left holding onto emptiness!
And it doesn't take long...
To discover the valueless nonsense in this!
I remember my encounter...
With reality!
That's when I was stripped,
From those things I valued.
I was spinning in a whirlpool
Of a cruel introduction to truth.
And when I began my pursuit,
To free myself of guilt...
I had to forgive a superficiality I had with life.
When I discovered my heart could be broken,
By the permanent absence of those I love!
There is a welcoming of truth in everything that is done.
I am blessed to have learned how to love and forgive.
And blessed to appreciate my life as it is.
And so very blessed to have come to know the ones I loved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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