Acknowledge me
I want to tell my family
I want to tell those who are near
Please don’t look through me
Because…I’m still here
Acknowledge my being
Let me know I exist
Please hear my pleading
Let my presence persist
Tis as if I have no essence
Tis Your disengagement that I fear
Please see and feel my presence
I may be passed…but I’m still here
poem by David Whalen
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mama
Mama where are you...
When I feel your presence near?
Mama where are you?
When I hear your voice plain and clear?
I wish I could see your face
Appear before me now.
To see the smile that I know
And those hugs I wish God allowed!
At times we were so close,
I didn't care who called me 'Mama's Boy'.
We had our differences and opinions
That brought to us both tears and joy!
It doesn't seem as if
Many years have passed since you died.
Some days I wish I could hear you say,
'Boy, please go and play outside! '
Mama where are you...
When I feel your presence near?
There is one thing I know,
Even though I miss you so.
In my heart I hold you, Mama...
Where I feel your closeness grows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her absence too enthuses.
When I shared her presence, I was in exuberance.
When I left her, her absence kept me in excellence,
As I mediated on the essence of her presence,
Experienced in our romance, a rare occurrence.
Her presence and absence are charging me alike.
21.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In All!
both that which we love,
and that which we hate...
that which we cherish,
and that which we despise...
reside within us...
to understand god,
we cannot limit his/her presence
to one or the other...
but must acknowledge the presence
in all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love, In Spite Of Fear
I can love you in many ways and with much ardor,
But if you are too afraid to love me, it makes it that much harder;
With my love, I wish you the courage to love me, in spite of your fear-
With my love, I can pretend, in spite of miles, that you're near-
As near as my heart, always within arm's reach,
So that I may keep you safe-out of harm's reach!
It is entirely up to you whether to love me in return,
I do suspect, however, that you could very well learn,
If you listen to what your heart has told you;
Let the truth that only it may gift, mold you
And your actions, in spite of all your trepidation-
Embrace its presence, without a moment's hesitation.
Ask yourself: 'does this love meet all of my needs? ';
If so, follow this path wherever your heart leads,
No matter of fear, irrespective of impediment-
Love knows naught, but its own adorement!
Do not accept what I offer, because I offer it,
But do not give liberty to your heart, then coffer it
Out of fear, of something hitherto unknown-
Love is the only thing that you may give, but still own!
You may not truly love, until you do, without condition-
Until you have no excuses, fears, or contrition;
Do not announce it, unless it is all you may feel;
Do not say it, unless it is something you may not conceal!
Love is its own reward, it gives always more than it receives;
Love is always the truth, it enlightens, yet never deceives;
To benefit from it, you must not only acknowledge, but accept it!
Nothing is so altruistic and benevolent, except it
Also gives life to all other positive emotions;
To truly embrace it, you need to dispense with all negative emotions!
It does not apologize for its perceived inconvenience,
Nor will it allow a simple, nonchalant acquiescence-
It demands a committed and resolute presence;
Love is enigmatic and e'er-powerful, yet this is its essence!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Silent Thunder (Life Poem)
A silent thunder which
We feel but cannot hear
Rumbles on relentlessly
Through our lives as an
Unperceived presence
In this life and the next.
Is this presence our
God who is indifferent,
To our problems and
Those of seven billion
Souls, and is unlikely
To be interested in our
Insignificant lives?
poem by Ian Beckett
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Day of inauguration
It was a long night for me,
The trees were still,
The silence moving like a grave,
The wind so swift yet silent,
The stars fading and vanishing,
The day of inaguration
The owl flew past my roof,
The fear of mine manifested,
Waiting to hear her accept,
Or deny,
My window nolonger transparent,
The darkness approached my presence,
Set me free beautiful one,
The temparature decreased,
Movements i could hear,
But presence i could not see
My day of inaguration
She said yes to my request,
The wind became gentle,
The stars shined again,
And fear departed thee,
You made my day,
My day of inaguration
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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God is not something I think about but something I experience as an energy, a Presence. I do find it easier to pray to a female Presence or an androgynous Presence.
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Curious Presence
There was a presence, close to me,
With soft-like sounds no more,
At first, a solemn mystery
Until I could be sure...
And then a lone wolf dead ahead,
From nowhere, now in sight,
Such that there was a sense of dread,
A chill that led to fright...
And yet I sensed the danger passed,
As if there were no harm,
Its curious presence there at last,
No mutual alarm...
No fear from me, no fear from him,
Just co-existence now,
Living souls, with each a pilgrim,
With peace our silent vow...
He looked at me, his coat aglow,
His eyes like dogs I owned,
Perhaps that's why I let him go,
His future life condoned...
With ears on high, transfixed above,
Alert to all around...
Though times were hard and life was tough,
A vision to astound...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Curious Presence'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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I Didn't Want It Around
I sat and chatted with the fear I was given.
I had grown accustomed to it and grew tired.
And asked of it before I angered...
Why it felt comfortable to sit with me.
Why I had to look over my shoulder,
To acknowledge its presence?
And if it was not there...
Why was I out to find it?
To identify it.
And attract it back into my life.
And why was it closer to me than anyone?
I wanted an answer.
I looked fear in the face.
And I demanded that it leave me.
With doubt and all of its associates.
I did not realize how easy that was.
I knew then...
For fear to go,
I had to release my hold of it!
It was only there because I allowed it to visit!
And I didn't care who or what gave fear to me.
I didn't want it around!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lovely Lady
when you close
your eyes
and feel my presence
i too feel it
even if i am on the other
edge of this world
we have to believe
in presence
that is all that it costs
for us to be here
again together.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here you waited too long for me to love you
Here you waited too long
For me to love you and you
Could tell with your trained
Eye that I was longing to be
Held tight and be loved and
Now you have taken my love
You have fled back into
Yourself the house is so
Empty without your pervasive
Presence and the presence
That comes to glare at me in
Sleep is like the tomb of your
Ghost come back to haunt me and
Make me regret why I refused to
Acknowledge the lyric streak
Of the lurid silent evil in you
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Don't Rehearse
Feel my presence and feel my love,
For i am the only one who knows myself;
Feel my love and feel my presence,
For you are the only one who know yourself;
And i want you to feel the fullness of my story.
Don't rehearse and don't be prepared for it,
For it will only hit you automatically like magic! !
And love is the key and you will feel the beat.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In your presence
In your presence
I feel happy
I get peace
And I expect
Nothing from you
In your presence
I am blessed with
Good qualities
A behavior of
Divine richness.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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You Have Skeletons In Your Closet
A faithful presence kept within,
Isn't in need of outside intervention.
Or someone to assess the depth of it.
A faithful presence kept within,
Has been tested through one's experiences.
And not a piece of it is scattered,
To allow judgemental critique...
Others unconsciously,
Enjoy to see another in defeat.
A faithful presence kept within,
Reflects a strength in battles against opposition.
With an emotional bleeding,
One may feel but does not show.
'You are not perfect.
I've known and have seen what you've done.
You have skeletons in your closet.
Just like everyone.'
~Those skeletons.
Were they behind door number one, two or three?
And while you were whispering behind my back...
There's not an aspect of my life,
Hidden from the eyes of God who keeps contact.~
'I know you 'sin'.'
I never said I didn't
Or will not again.
A faithful presence kept within,
Isn't in need of outside intervention.
Or someone to assess the depth of it.
I am a work-in-progess.
And 'that' I don't pretend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love without being discontent
Mere presence is enough
To let me know
She is there for me.
Sheer silence is enough
To sound me that
She relishes my presence.
Bare talks are enough
To make me know
What are unsaid.
Fear to advance is enough
for me to discern that
Her heart is at war.
We drank our juice of love
With content, without
Other’s discontent.
03.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lovely shelter
“Mom, you are one of the best and beautiful women”
My entry in this home might be good omen
I am so lucky to have you as wonderful mother
Who else can take your place in any way either?
I loved the way you manage complete affair
Right form domestic help to all places and very fair
How could you do it in extra ordinary way?
Emotionally attached through out and not going away
What an elegant look and gorgeous personality you are!
I shall never think of or even have little idea of going far
You provided all of us a shed under the tree
We have grown up in all the respects to be fair and free
I find whole of world in your eyes
It has never occurred in mind to ask why?
I tried to find some flaws in your movement
But no where I could found the place to resent
You are both intelligent and kind
You are strict too and not averse or blind
You take us to task for silly mistakes
We never come to you with any of the complaint or takes
I feel overwhelmed with your presence
That may be reason with divine essence
You are to me precious thing in world
Your slight absence sends me shiver with cold
I find whole world’s comfort
When I come near to you and report
I swim into another world with relief
When you move hand and murmur little or brief
I shall never be ashamed to be called your daughter
“Your mom is so beautiful” I hear this and burst into laughter
What else in family we are seeking after?
Your presence, affection and lovely shelter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flirting
She likes listening to you
And then talking with you.
She acknowledges your presence
And then grants her presence.
She lets her eyes meet yours
And then throws private glances
She pretends your intensions
And then accept casual presents.
She ignores incidental touches.
Now the ground is ripe for flirtation.
Flirtation is an art of living.
Flirtation is an art of loving.
Flirtation is the essence of life.
No adultery; a harmless recreation.
16.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In His Presence
O for the glory of the risen King
Basking in your presence makes my heart sing
In your presence mysteries are revealed
In your presence I am healed
Rend the heavens, may your presence flow down
When I'm in your presence you are all around
You are vast beyond the heavens and you have no end
It's an incredible thing that you have called me friend
Just one moment with you my King
Has ruined me for the rest of my days
You have ruined me for the things of this world
You have ruined me for all of its ways
For my eyes have seen the King
And I became undone
Your glory filled the temple
And your light outshone the sun
And now my heart is full of light
And fire you gave to me
And every part is full of love
That's deeper than the sea
All of this from just one touch
One touch from the Master's hand
I will worship you forevermore
And in your presence I will stand
poem by Frank McEleny
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With or Without My Request
I feel your presence,
As if you had not passed away at all.
As if you are aware,
I need your memory to comfort me.
And I feel you come to leave me insight!
To heal and make 'alright'...
My desire to have you close.
Somehow you do that...
With or without my request.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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