Simply The Best
Do you give your very best?
Nothing counterfeited, or jaded
Giving more, nothing less
When ones best is given,
their effort most certainly
surpasses any test
Yet proves to the nay sayers
that this person is the best
An original, not quite like the rest
Posessing a stride which make others guess,
About how you stroll through life with ease,
Not stress
Ferverency, with tenacity
is just a few of the keys and these characteristics
Can be vividly seen
As you boldly express,
The authentic you,
Courageously celebrating your life anew
demonstrating freedom in all that you say
As well as each thing you do
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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I Am The Only One With THESE Keys
The first question I would ask,
Of anyone expressing a wish to drive...
Through life without dues to pay.
With only desire in their eyes.
And a request from me to give them my keys,
Is this...
What makes anyone think I will turn over keys,
To something I have earned...
Because the doing of it I have made to look easy?
I've got to witness some sweat with labor done first.
With initiative that has been prioritized.
Life is not a cakewalk...
To choose what frosting to taste to then decide.
'You are not the only one with keys.'
That's true.
But guess what?
I am the only one with THESE keys.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With What the Stress Has Taught
Though I have not a reason for my stress
The world begins to test me once again...
I love my life but now I must confess
That I would not mind if it were to end.
The mental tension has my life confined
And there is no nepenthe for my strain,
But still the life I love does ask my mind
To burn and blacken out in daily pain.
Why must the burden be too large to bear?
Why does it snap the spirit like a twig?
Why does the mind commit to such affairs
That give us but another grave to dig?
Though stress ignites the hell within my thoughts,
My life improves with what the stress has taught.
If It Is Their Wish
'They don't get it.
So it's best to leave them with their wishes.'
If it is their wish,
Not to see how they will benefit...
From the taking advantage of someone's experiences,
Guess who is left to get more rest?
And guess who's life is detected less affected,
By their acceptance of their own foolishness?
~But what is it that they don't get? ~
'That person who is giving to them voluntarily,
Relieved from getting caught up in their mess.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somehow My Agenda Remains Prioritized
When someone says to me,
I do not have to express...
Or show my concern.
I deliver quick!
Exactly to them what is wished.
And if I should witness approaching trouble,
Heading towards them on the double...
I am dutiful to what I am told,
With eyes I immediately close.
To dismiss any trouble coming to confront,
Is a blessing I have kept unknown.
Confirming in mind,
What is happening does not exist.
Is not a problem at all for me.
I've been trained to know how to distance.
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
With little effort or stress!
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
'Help me. Help me.
Owwww, please! '
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetry Is The Way Of My Life
The carpenter's son!
Carpenter, pen, net, cap, peer, near, cent, care;
The sailor's wives!
Wives, beehives, dives, lives, drives, fives, gives;
The natural thing!
Thing, sing, ring, wing, swing, bring, string, wring;
But, poetry is the way of my life.
I am along the road of life with my mind,
And, in the African dress!
Dress, press, distress, stress, cress, impress;
In the barber's shop!
Shop, hop, drop, mop, lop, slop, top, crop, stop;
In the African forest!
Forest, rest, test, best, nest, guest, pest, quest;
But, poetry is the way of my life.
Breast, abreast!
Rest, arrest!
Test, attest!
Far, afar!
Tend, attend!
Stir, stair!
Feather, further!
And like the tale of Africa with the tail of a monkey;
But, this muse of life will teach many yet unborn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet: Give Me A Heart Anew, O God
Give me a heart anew, O God, I pray;
The one I have is sinful and impure;
Forgive my sins once more, Lord show my way;
Just say one word, Thy grace will heal me sure.
Give me a heart anew, let me begin,
To walk the road, the way you want me to;
Let me never commit a mortal sin;
Give in to temptations, the devils woo.
Give a heart anew, O God, once more;
I promise to keep it sin free lifetime;
Opened, you have for me another door;
Let me not fail to make my life sublime.
Give me a heart anew, O God, again;
And give thy grace to keep it off sin's stain.
poem by John Celes
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World Weight
There a real fine line where thing get out of hand
Everyone looks up to you like your the man with the plan
Helping one after another so they can be at ease
And never show the problems that bring you to your knees
Feeling like an outkast that society dont need
Still cant get over that your dad got up and leaved
Trying to make it through life, but this game will never end
Still wondering just how many friends
One person need to lose or get stab in the back
Always compensating for the thing that you lack
Never knowing when someone will fully understand
Just how different you are of a person
Still never let the world see or feel your pain
Looking inner deep inside so you can maintain
Rage, anger, fury all bottle up within
Trying with all might, but it hard to pretend
How can this be
There no difference between one person or another
All can die just like all others
Why must things seem like it left to fate
But for now I guess I will deal with the
World Weight
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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Either something is authentic or it is unauthentic, it is either false or true, make-believe or spontaneous life; yet here we are faced with a prevaricated truth and an authentic fake, hence a thing that is at once the truth and a lie.
Stanislaw Lem in A Perfect Vacuum (1971)
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When I Write About Giving Up Writing
WHEN I WRITE ABOUT GIVING UP WRITING
When I write about giving up writing,
I am not giving it up
I am instead trying to find another justification for continuing-
I am not giving up then-
If the whole effort is futile
If in the end it will mean nothing
If I despair of it even as I continue it
Still
I will not give up.
I cannot give up.
What else do I have, after all, except the writing?
After all these years of giving my life to it
What other work could ever mean so much?
Even if I fail in it
It is who I am
And what I can do.
I am writing again now
What else can I do?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Freedom of earth
When you are born
Saying by crying is freedom
When you are a kid
Askinf for toys is freedom
When you are young
Right to choose things is freedom
When u marry
Right to share is freedom
When u retire
Right to take rest is freedom
But
When u die
You are giving many things that
Can be used by
Another person in this earth
You gave the earth freedom
From baring you
poem by Srinadha N Lalithya Karthikeya
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Cathartic Was
Never had a love like this in my life…
Bullied…and loved it…
It was irritating to give in to give in…
But I loved…it…
Making that transition from sad to bad…
My bitter-sweet real-life…
My chocolate dip…
My life's sip…
Was really a trip…
Then it hit me…I..AM…WOMAN…
Wise, Original Mirrored, Altruistic and…
NECESSARY…
Never had a love like this in my life…
Relieving anxiety …tension…I… was repressed…
Most of the time…NO! …more tunnel vision…
Myself has made the decision…
My foreground touches me all over…
My mind boils with newness…
Of the me…who always was…
My subconscious cries out…
BECOME your own winner of democracy…
Turning to man for such…A Simple Pleasure…
When I…When I am… my own person…
FREEDOM…within.
Whisperkwane@gm ail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Ill Stay Strong
I'll stay strong
When life is wrong
When it seems like
Giving up is my best choice
I won't give up
This is my motto
This is my game plan
The man won't take me down
Pushing my way through
My life is worth fighting for
Your life is worth it
Walk, take baby steps to your goal
Strength is the key to your soul
Don't give up
God didn't give up on you
Don't give up
Cause you never know
What you giving up on
YES YOU CAN
I'm here every step of the way
At the end of the day i'm hear to say
Never give up on what you be leave in
Life is short
You'll make it
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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To Come To My Rescue
to come to my rescue
to welter to blood
the blood to welter in the gold
gold of peace
the peace for one illusion
illusion of the freedom
legend of free life
the freedom you wanted
ito come to my rescue
I cry for my past life
life without your freedom
hello mr.politics
my name is all of you thing
I am here
in your country
in your world
I don't want your freedom
I want I be cruel
the cruels are better you
give me I live
only for minutes I'm alive
don't change my mind
I'm not one
I am all
all of soullost they life
their freedom
their peace, families, kids, feels
anythings you thing
give back anything you gave by me, by us
I don't want any you want
it's not my mind
you are not my minds
mr world
why you don't give us, we thing for us?
no for your minds
no for any you want
leave our world
give us free without you
you are not me
you are not our god
you are not our father
you are not ours
leave our world
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Guess
There is a certain Yankee phrase
I always have revered,
Yet, somehow, in these modern days,
It's almost disappeared;
It was the usage years ago,
But nowadays it's got
To be regarded coarse and low
To answer: 'I guess not!'
The height of fashion called the pink
Affects a British craze--
Prefers 'I fancy' or 'I think'
To that time-honored phrase;
But here's a Yankee, if you please,
That brands the fashion rot,
And to all heresies like these
He answers, 'I--guess not!'--
When Chaucer, Wycliff, and the rest
Express their meaning thus,
I guess, if not the very best,
It's good enough for us!
Why! shall the idioms of our speech
Be banished and forgot
For this vain trash which moderns teach?
Well, no, sir; I guess not!
There's meaning in that homely phrase
No other words express--
No substitute therefor conveys
Such unobtrusive stress.
True Anglo-Saxon speech, it goes
Directly to the spot,
And he who hears it always knows
The worth of 'I--guess--not!'
poem by Eugene Field
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My heart yearns for freedom
Free my heart from the chains of my unfulfilled life
My life of living with no zeal for life
My life of living with a dead soul and a distorted mind
My life of breathing with no air to my lungs
Living life with no purpose is like living no life
Going with the flow of life with your heart resisting
Is like plunging in a burning fire with your eyes opened
I’m crying out loud to you the energies of the universe
With the hope that you’ll notice the sound I make
And that you will comprehend the motive behind my cry
I urge to be freed from the unhappiness that prevails within
My heart yearns to be freed from the suppression of its strength
From being denied its power of self-expression and actualisation
My soul cries for freedom to project its actual image to the outside
It demands that the chains be destroyed to allow it the well deserved freedom
Feed my hungry heart with its energy and its food for the soul
Invite life to my heart by granting it an opportunity to be itself
Activate my heart by releasing it from its chains of freedom
These chains comprise my insecurities and my fears
Untying the chains will loosen up these negative forces
Destroying these chains will destroy these enemies of my success
And will give me freedom that I desperately long for
Freedom to my heart is freedom to my being
Allowing my heart some freedom is giving life to my soul
Allowing my heart some freedom is granting me my true life
Give my heart its freedom and breathe air into my lungs.
poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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Sonnet- The World Today(9)
The modern world’s one main disease is stress!
The kind of life we lead, can most depress;
The policies on health are in a mess;
One man attempts the other to suppress.
The one with lesser talents doth impress;
The modern gadgets make all labor less;
How do you curb population’s excess,
And people gain favors through their largess?
Where is today, the freedom of the press?
Each day, they introduce a newer cess!
Revealing body-parts is now the dress;
That Doomsday’s nigh is but anyone’s guess.
More souls are denied Heaven’s ingress;
The common man, his feelings can’t express.
poem by John Celes
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The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life and the procedure , the process is its own reward.
quote by Robyn Davidson
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The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure , the process is its own reward.
quote by Amelia Earhart
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For The Dripping Of Their Own Sweat
Some people say the most ridiculous things,
In the defense of their own ignorance.
Why would someone,
With a consciousness firmly based in ego...
Believe someone would use their name,
To promote creative efforts...
Where their name does not clearly appear?
Near or far or anywhere?
~But it was me who inspired your talents.~
'Huh?
Excuse me...?
You said what? '
And I tried in my mind to convince myself,
What I am listening to them express...
Makes sense.
'Huh?
Excuse me...?
You said what? '
I do my best to give those 'props' where deserved.
And to whomever they belong!
'How' with an 'ever',
If I make the effort...
AND do the deed with my own supplied energy,
And with a motivation to get those deeds done...
The last thing on my mind,
Will be praising someone else's procrastination.
That lacks in initiative, passion or desire!
'Guess who wants to get paid,
For the dripping of their own sweat?
Guess? '
I do enjoy going to the amusement parks!
But to reside in one like some do...
In their minds?
Does not attract my ambitions for some reason!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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