What I do not accept is the fact that so many people's talents were ripped off.
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I think it talks about the fact that there are black people in the world who have tremendous amount of talents and have no channel through which they can those talents.
quote by Joe Morton
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Fact Is, In The World Of Lies, Life Is Fair
accept the fact that sometimes we say things
that we do not mean, that sometimes we burst in anger
and we hurt and then we apologize that we do not really mean to hurt
sometimes we show feelings too that we do not really want to express.
sometime we say 'i love you' and yet we are just compelled to do so
someone is dying and he needs you badly at the end of her day.
sometimes, accept the fact, that time strains us and we become
the liars, the hypocrites, the fraud, and the swindler.
and most of all, we keep it for a time, making some stares straight in the eye.
accept this fact, we are humans and in some harsh times
we decide, to survive, at all costs, no matter what.
now, we shall talk, and you shall listen and i shall write about the truth
of this fact. we are us conjoined twins in the art of deception.
lie to me as i lie to you and then we accept this fact: life is fair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Child Prodigy
If I can accept that you are 48.
Why can't you accept I was born in 1967?
'But we both graduated from high school in 1965! '
AND...
Your point is WHAT?
'What you are declaring is impossible.'
HOW?
I can not help that I was a child prodigy,
And was issued a diploma...
Two years before my birth.
One of us is lieing and has a lapse of memory.
In fact...
When I attended the 10th high school reunion,
In '75...
I was 'still' shedding my baby teeth.
Many of my 'old' classmates could not remember me.
Because I was looking too young.
'Why are you lieing? '
Me? Lieing?
I am appalled!
And why are you jealous?
I can not help that I am gifted with talents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Would I Convince?
What are you doing?
'I've awakened this morning,
Deciding I would get serious.'
Serious?
Serious about what?
'My creative abilities.
And expand upon my capabilities.'
I thought you were applying that?
Haven't you been serious?
'Naw,
I was just testing a few ideas.
A few concepts.
Now...
I am ready to begin to unleash my talents.'
So what is that you are doing?
'I've begun to scratch the surface!
How else should I start.
How else should I begin?
I am removing the dust from it now.'
What about the people?
'What people?
What about them?
The people who believe,
They've 'already' been exposed to your 'gifts'...
Those...
Talents?
Or whatever they are called.
'My gifts?
Exposed?
I haven't unwrapped them yet!
Who has been spreading these rumors?
Folks aint got nothing else to do but lie?
OH?
Oh...
They believe my rehearsals,
Have been the real deal!
Hopefully I will be forgiven,
When I reveal the actual product!
And I've got several to launch.
I forgot!
People will accept 'anything' remotely expressing 'talent',
As the real deal.
Wow.
I have to remind myself about that.
Don't you say a word to anyone about this.
You hear me? '
Even if I did...
Who would I convince?
There are some people who actually believe,
They've been exposed to your greatest work.
'LOL...
Ssshhh,
I know.
LOL...
I know!
Stop it,
My stomach hurts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instincts’ role
If a fact goes against my instincts
I hardly accept it.
If a fact is in tune with my instincts,
I readily accept it.
Instinct is our judge.
25.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Medicated Head
It seems more than not,
That something blown out of the box...
Starts over nothing.
To leave one's peace disrupted.
And people deciding that conflicts fit,
With an advantage that provides benefits.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
With a medicated head that's ripped.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
Pretending none of this exists.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
Drifting high and strickly blissed...
With,
A medicated head instead.
And...
Playing possum as if dead.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
With a medicated head instead.
Can one's life be lived enjoyed...
Playing possum as if one's dead.
Ripped and blissed...
Can a medicated head stay fed.
To be,
Ripped and blissed...
Will a medicated head wish no repair.
It seems more than not,
That something blown out of the box...
Starts over nothing.
To leave one's peace disrupted.
And people deciding that conflicts fit,
With an advantage that provides benefits.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
With a medicated head that's ripped.
Can a life be lived enjoyed,
Pretending none of this exists.
To be,
Ripped and blissed...
Will a medicated head really care.
To be,
Ripped up and blissed...
Will a medicated head prefer to stay there.
Ripped up and blissed!
To be...
Ripped and blissed!
To be...
Ripped up and blissed!
Will a medicated head wanting it right there.
Ripped up and blissed!
To be...
Ripped and blissed!
To be...
Ripped up and blissed!
Will a medicated head stay there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm not going to limit myself just because people won't accept the fact that I can do something else.
quote by Dolly Parton
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Congenital Failure
in your life there will be rain
it is just a matter of the weather
a little sunshine
may come and with whatever warmth
take it
there is a place where the sun never comes
it is the island where you live
accept the fact
the some guys have all the luck
accept the fact
that the doors are all closed
that there is nothing for you
perhaps a door waits to be opened
but not here
for this is but a temporary party
do not weep
it could be that you are bound for something
long lasting
do you believe that somewhere there are angels?
that somewhere there is a room for you?
there is always the other side of the coin
hope, there is always a star that glows even on darkest skies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Based Upon Materialistic Concepts
I can not call my breathing a hobby.
Nor do I relate,
To those who associate creativity...
To a dollar bill.
And there are many like that.
Attached to things.
Disconnected spiritually...
To any talents or gifts,
To them God brings!
When asked how much I 'make'...
I get irate with folks like that.
And those who say they have no time to create...
I know right away,
With them I do not relate.
And those who say they have faith in God...
To only admit,
They do not accept God given talents,
Are their main jobs.
I have limited patience.
Knowing from them,
I can only expect a production of excuses.
Based upon materialistic concepts.
And as I age...
From folks like this,
I wish to keep my distance.
And God kept pleased!
Since He is the only One,
To know where I come from.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.
quote by Shunryu Suzuki
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Ex Daughter
I hate the fact I look more like you everyday
It scares me that I act like you more than I did yesterday
But I know I will not turn into you
I am not some monster who throws away their kids like nothing,
Stop the act mom
I know you do not give a damn about us
Us as in Richard, me, Hannah, Steven, Jessalyn, April and Ashley, Alexander, and I dont know how many other kids
We all could die and yet you wouldnt know nor would you care
I hate the fact that you gave birth to me
Just because you gave birth to me does not mean your my mom
I have a mom.
And its not you
Stop trying to claim me as your child.
I have nothing to do with you
Nor do I want it
You lost me
Accept that and move on
I hate the fact that I am turning into you
I am a bitch because of you
I hate the fact that I cannot forget the pain
You said you protected us from all danger
If that was true- why did cps come into my life?
Why were you always investigated?
They do not pick on random people
I hate the fact you turned me against the world
You have me scared of people
YOu told me that the world broke you
What a damn lie
Its not the worlds fault you are stupid
Its not the worlds fault you cant keep your legs closed
ANd the government is trying to keep us safe
You broke yourself
Just like you broke your daughter
Or should I say ex daughter
poem by Makayla Straight
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I am one who believes that we are, in fact, engaged in a worldwide war against terrorism. We must have the serenity to accept the fact that war is not going to go away if we ignore it.
quote by Robert Foster Bennett
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Has That Been Sold Too?
Other people may accept and swallow,
Your nonsense.
And think nothing of it.
I am not going to allow that.
Not only because of the fact I respect myself...
But also to remind you,
You at least owe yourself 'some' kind of dignity.
Or...
Has that been sold too?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talents
Lucky am I, a well-talented youth;
Umptine talents I possessed- is the truth!
Talents, God has given to all of us;
He decides to defer or allow use.
Some have talents many; some few; some none;
Nurture them, we must whenever we can;
Develop them, ’tis our sacred duty;
Some are ignorant of inner beauty,
Which lies hidden, seek opportunity;
To express; remain not with vanity;
In one’s life; To remain in a shackle!
Let not frustration be thine obstacle.
Just as the male deer knows not its own musk;
Murmur we must not, take desired risk;
Await thy golden time, God gives some day;
Render justice to thine talents some way!
poem by John Celes
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My Tasks Are Deeper Than That
It is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is not for adulation,
I crave to taste.
Or applause to acknowledge,
I have talents gifted...
From an unseen higher place.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It's a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
Impatient with waste.
And with those who procrastinate.
No excuses do I make...
With those who fake life.
And seek ways to escape.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And no emotional limitations,
Will interfere with my deeds...
In a preventive escalation.
That within me,
Gets no empathy.
I'm not here to sob and weep,
To have insecurities of others...
Stop this stride in a movement I keep.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And it is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
And these deeds from me I promise to deliver!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Phat
The word 'fat' is a term,
That 'skinny people' use,
Because they don't know what else to say,
When they see a 'fat person.'
No one has to be so rude about it,
When they see a 'fat person' eating ice cream,
Or sitting around watching others,
But some 'skinny people' don't understand to just dropp a conversation.
The word 'rude' is what 'fat people' use when someone makes fun of them,
'Fat people' are all over the world,
And yet - 'skinny people' don't want to accept the fact that 'fat people' are in this cruel world,
So some 'skinny people' have to act like they're all that and be mean to others.
There are people in this world that are 'low class' and are different from the people in the 'higher class, '
Because some people in the 'lower class' goes into depression and eat,
Because of the events happening in their life,
And so they become 'fat.'
But what 'skinny people' explain,
Is that they are slobs and can't eat normal instead of shoving food down their throat,
But what 'fat people' explain,
Is that they try to lose weight, but some of them can't because it's hard.
'Skinny people' make fun of them and 'fat people' let them,
Because some 'skinny people' don't know how it feels like to be 'fat, '
And some 'skinny people' call 'fat people' ugly and of course 'fat, '
But what 'skinny people' don't know is that we all are phat.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Unable To Admit It
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
No love that deep will I ever have,
For anyone who believes I can be left...
With tears wept to then leave me,
Grieving over 'their' pain and anguish.
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
What makes you think to you I am addicted?
What has you convinced,
A relationship with you makes sense?
I've long been healed from your abuses.
Accept your wounds and scars,
To leave imprinted on my mind when you please?
You just don't get it do you?
When I said I loved you...
Nothing in that confession shared,
Said anything about abandoning the love I have for myself.
You are the fool unable to admit it...not me!
There is nothing about you that has stayed with me to crave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't think that people accept the fact that life doesn't make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable. It seems like religion and myth were invented against that, trying to make sense out of it.
quote by David Lynch
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Leveling Fields....
we just have to accept the fact
that ultimately we get what we do not really want
or need
and when we have it
we retreat into denial or regret
even blaming the circumstance
other people's fault
this matter stays and won't leave
confronting us that we so rightly deserve this and
that we must accept
it will take time
as time is patient and kind and
always giving as a elbow room for understanding
we have been selfish and will always be
it is our nature
comes the time for reason
and we shall embrace the numbers and arrive at the propriety of
the equation
we have this because we made it
it is there because we so deserve it
life levels up with us
until death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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