Sonnet: The Best Takes Time
All things take time to reach maturity;
A fruit must grow in size ‘fore it ripens;
A work should keep some kind of purity;
It takes some years before a Bard well pens.
Records are broken not in simple ways;
A second off the track-record is great;
All achievements take place by sweat and days;
If things go wrong, then people call it fate.
A world’s wonder takes years and men to build;
An invention needs effort without end;
Discoveries by pluck is but God-willed;
The ways to mighty peaks but narrow wend.
Great things in life are achieved by hard work;
The little set-backs should not one’s mind irk.
poem by John Celes
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just In Love
Love is a rose that grows in the desert. While the scrounging sun burns the ground the rose is unalert, for love is like an impenetrable force that no one can destroy, because love is something that everyone can enjoy. Rather its love in a family, love for a spouse, or of love for a friend, love is something that is never for offend. When love comes to you things are as simple as can be, but over time, hard times, can come and make it seem like a catastrophe. But love is not something meant for misuse but it can be used in ways that are of abuse. For things are as not as that seem for when it comes to love some feelings are supreme, and other feelings make you scream. Some days love is simple, other days its confusing as hell, few days its remorseful, and everyday its joyful as heavenly bells. Love is a process not an acute piece of work, for as its a work of art it ends in a simple smirk. Love takes time never something you should rush, for if you do it can start as something beautiful, but end in a terrible crush. Love is something everyone learns from, never something to forget, for as life is given, kept, and taken, away everyday there more to learn about love just yet.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Old Age, Go Away
When are we consider old?
when the years past so quickly
being a kid with no worries
to a teen with rebel ways, to parents dismay
young adult leads to a partying way
maturing thru the years to become a respected adult
responsibilities and family life changes people
before time fly, aging needs a break
for real it does, it's not fair to fly
middle aged, worn out, heading to retirement
can't wait for that day, everyone says
to tell the true I rather work, that's my pitch
getting old for the rockers and the canes
just has to stay away, I have so many things to do
see more the world, meet many people
play with the kids and the grand kids
stop that hour glass from draining
I have a lot of things on my mind
time will take my mind
the wrinkles and the gray hair can wait
same with the balding
Aging for the years can wait, oh it can wait
young and childish mind, I have
will make me feel young, well into my years
till it catches my worn broken body
Old age stay away, For I am Young
poem by Michael Peterson
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Generations
People are people no matter what age
from young to old, we're all the same
over the years the younger generation has changed
from crew cuts, long hair to colored punk does
the clothing it self has also changed, some coming back
dresses to mini skirts, dress pants to ripped blue jeans
but as they mature, so does us all
learn by mistakes, earn lots of trust
work together to make things better
how we remember our generation
fearless, rebels, protesters, demonstrators
but as we grow older we learn to adapt and deal with change
funny how the young minds think, till age is involved
back to traditions and status quo
changing the world takes a back seat to family life
we build society to deal with changes
we alone can not defeat change
it takes all to make the world a better place
something simple, maybe little could make a impact
work together, listen, trust, share can be the answers
no generation can change the problems
it's takes a bit of everyone from past to present to make the change
it start with you and I to lead the way
for the next generations learn from our mistakes
poem by Michael Peterson
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You Ask Me About It
You ask me about it I have wondered why
So many never know of material success though hard they do try
They work hard and grow old and fade out and die
Is the theory of hard work based on success something based on a lie.
The prime years of life quickly do tick away
They work hard to raise their children then grow old and gray
The woman on average by a few years does outlive her man
Three score and ten years the average human life span.
So many work hard just for survival pay
And the gap between the haves and have nots gets wider every day
And so many hungry for each millionaire
It is a rat race in the big World out there.
You ask me why some people struggle through life
The poor working man and his poor working wife
On their meagre incomes their family must survive
On the sweat of the workers the bosses do thrive.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Great Expectations
(eric carmen)
Seems everyday
Im gettin harder pressed
To find a reason to shave
Watchin the hours
Just slippin away
No motivation to get out of bed
And carry on the charade
Caught in a dream thats goin astray
Oh, all those great expectations
Seems they never work out, never work out
The way that I plan
All those great expectations
Why they never work out, never work out
I cant understand
And just when I think
That things are goin right
I get a call from l.a.
Sorry to say were changin your song
I try to reason
But I cant get through
Theyre gonna do it their way
What can I say
Theyve never been wrong
Oh, all those great expectations
Seems they never work out, never work out
The way that I plan
All those great expectations
Why they never work out, never work out
I cant understand
Life is just a game of chance
I think somebody said so
Sometimes you get a hula hoop
Sometimes you get an edsel
Oh, all those great expectations
Seems they never work out, never work out
The way that I plan
All those great expectations
Why they never work out, never work out
I cant understand
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The Color Drains From My Face;
and I lose my place
and everything that made me,
the person I used to be
bleeds out of me,
into a puddle on the floor
to be looked at
and watched for
to make sure,
I don’t fall back into
old habits
die hard,
but I’ve given up
everything
for this
because with everything
I was
this wouldn’t work
this couldn’t work
and I swore
if it didn’t work
I’d make it work
and this is what it took.
and I’ll do all it takes
to fix who I was
and repair my mistakes
and if along the way,
I lose the worst of me;
I swear, I’ll be okay.
because sometimes change is all it takes,
when I’ve got such a wretched taste in my mouth
that I can only describe
as regret,
for all the things I know you’ll never forgive
and all the things I know you’ll never forget.
poem by Tiffani Williams
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Sonnet: Nature's The Best
That fruit tastes best which ripens while on tree;
The one ripened by artifice ain't good;
The one also rip’ning prematurely;
A natural time is needed, bud to fruit.
The ways that Nature shows are ideal;
We ought to just copy the same from her;
And when we do, the joy is so real;
What secrets she awaits to share, Mother.
The ken of man is great without a doubt;
'Tis best for him to follow Nature's course;
Like how plants best from seeds do tend to sprout,
The wiser man, unnatural things doesn't force.
Our work or sleep, 'tis best in Nature's lap;
It is so good if it be just a nap!
poem by John Celes
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Worth the Pain
We were best friends from the start
It's been ten or eleven years.
Who would of ever thought
I'd cry so many tears?
The laughter through High School
Always kept me going.
The love between the two of us
Never stopped growing.
Graduation came
And we went our separate ways.
Two years later, we met again...
Oh my, what a day!
I fell for him so hard
That I couldn't find myself.
Lost in so many emotions
I didn't know what I felt.
It was great for a while
Then I started to back away.
I took him for granted
Our relationship began to decay.
After trials of tears and fighting
He decided it would be best,
If we went our separate ways
And put our love to the test.
We tried again to work things out
But it simply didn't work.
And now my pain and selfishness
Continues to stay and lurk.
What if I'd been more open
And cared a little more?
Would he still love me enough
To not walk out the door?
My regret is that I let
Our friendship slip away.
But if I had the chance again,
I'd let him love me anyway.
For if in time we're friends again,
The pain will slowly go.
And the road we took to get us there,
We will surely know...
That it was worth to be loved
And needed at the time,
Because some people go through life
And love they never find.
poem by Trish Spencer
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Phrases Phrom the Phray
Katie says that I am great at explaining things,
You have to know things to explain them,
... and that takes some real education,
unless your audience is stupid too,
or at least dumber than you!
Higher education is a good thing , if you can,
the more knowledgeable, the better for you,
there is nothing wrong with knowing,
what to understand
Don't try to take away the bears fruit,
even deep in hibernation,
he may growl at you,
... you don't want to wake him up - - -
because he does not give a damn
about your double - breasted pinstripe suit!
Real education happens in the years,
and months and days,
through the ladies,
through the music,
through the haze!
Through the smile of a stranger,
or a simple turn of phrase,
But, mostly through the feelings felt,
from a million yesterdays!
poem by Barry Van Allen
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It takes sweat to work on things, but it only takes saliva to criticize things.
Sonnet: Praying Helps
I don’t know the cunning ways of the world;
I’ve delved in honesty and labor hard;
I don’t know the winning ways of the bold;
I’ve shelved my sinful ways and turned a bard.
I talk with God so frequently these days;
He knows my heart, its pangs and needs too well!
What can I do? Mystery enshrouds His ways;
He does those things that cannot give me Hell.
I know this world is too much for my head;
But worrying is of no use all the time;
Yet, praying fervently helps me instead;
The grace of God can make one’s life sublime.
My patience gives its verdict every time,
And gives me themes for yet another rhyme.
6-21-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Everything And Everyone
She's never afraid of what her past had might become
Alone in her lazy time in-between a thought that ends with loss
Her life is spent searching for the next
An answer a question never asked
Everything and everyone finds their time
Everything and everyone writes their line
But it seems hard now things work out in time
She lacks self pride her lazy time
Never once identified her lonely nights
Spending days alone but through the phone
She waits for a voice to calm her name
Then takes a drink says it makes me sane
She lives through a dream she once called fate
Then finds herself alone to contemplate
Everything and everyone finds their time
Everything and everyone writes their line
But it seems hard now things work out in time
song performed by by Near Miss from The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
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In Many Ways I Can Say
I can say the same things...
In many ways!
In many ways I can say...
Lush green valleys,
Carpet magnificent mountains.
Peaked to reach from spiraling tops.
In many ways I can say...
The gold lights sparkling the heavens,
And twinkling bright.
Exquisite stars...
Through a mysterious darkness.
Light years away.
Yet delights.
I can say the same things...
In many ways!
In many ways I can say...
How a Summer breeze,
Can lift my appetite...
To heights that amaze and excite me.
In many ways I can say...
How I admire the nerve of trees!
And in many ways I can say,
The hum I hear from the bees...
Signals good deeds being done.
I would if I could...
Or should.
But why?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Calipso
The sun is slowly fading in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever the day to end
Sometimes it takes a lifetime
Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again
There's a heavy fog between me and the mountains
It's enough to make a grown man sit and cry
It's enough to make you wonder
It's enough to make the world roll up and die
I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be
The way the people work with their machines
Serenity's a long time coming to me
In fact I don't believe I know what it means
In the east a shaded moon is hanging lazily
I do believe I saw the old man smile
I do believe I did
I do believe he's been laughing all the while
I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be
The way the people work with their machines
Serenity's a long time coming to me
In fact I don't believe I know what it means
Anymore
The sun is slowly fading in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever the day to end
Sometimes it takes a lifetime
Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again
The sun again, sun again woo oo oo .
song performed by by John Denver
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Initiative And Effort
Fantasy based realities,
Have eroded the sensibilities of many.
Bittersweet is the taste of the pudding these days.
And defiant are the stances taken,
By those unaccepting that a making of dreams...
Takes initiative and effort.
And those behind the scenes doing this...
Are not wasting time,
Parading around delivering statements.
Time does not permit this,
As if a magic wand is in use.
Success that comes to one,
Has not been achieved because of a lucky break...
In most cases!
People sweat and toil to make things happen!
A greatness maintained,
Takes a persistent sleeplessness.
Mistakes and re-evaluation!
And not constant public pronouncements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Humility Poem) A Nobody
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Just trust me.
Let someone else make a stand and lead.
Captain please get me my steed.
A horse of a mighty fine breed indeed.
Fast as she can go we're off to to save the world to be.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Sir great knight, you have made so many of such wise decisions.
In the past and present.
Why won't you let us follow you to all of our deaths?
I don't desire to be your mistake.
A choice of whose blood to spill.
It will be only my own, I must do this all alone.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Let me teach from afar.
Let me never be your fallen star.
A disgraceful man who's got so little to show for all his hard work.
Please don't ask me If you can plaster me all over your tea shirts.
Idol not a single a human being.
Because no one as a individual is that great.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Mistakes will be made by both the cowardly and brave.
How far will you go to get entangled in the web we make.
To say I was part of this mans life.
Even if it was lies in which you created.
A once upon a time he was celebrated.
Now he has become just so jaded.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Pieces
Pieces of me, pieces of you, consisting of others
Teachers, friends, coaches, mothers, and fathers.
The older we get, the more we see
Pieces of others, that make up today's me.
Little things that we learnt from years past
Little things to which we now hold fast
Ways to do, views to see, ways to live
Ways to love, grow, to learn and to give
So many people, each with a little contribution
Many of whom never have attribution
For the things they gave, the things they taught.
Things that are priceless, cannot be bought.
Some of them will never know
How much they helped others grow
They will never perceive their influence
Neither will they see the difference.
Pieces of you, pieces of me, rubbing off everywhere
A little on her, and a little on him there
Forever changing their lives, for worse or better
Making them weaker, or making them stronger
So many pieces of you and pieces of me
Please, be careful what they be
Wherever you go, whatever you say or do
Guarantee that something will rub off from you
Never underestimate your words and actions effect
You never know just who you might affect.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Buy Me A Rose
(jim funk/erik hickenlooper)
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If he could only read her mind, shed say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life
Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone
And she cant help but wonder what shes doing wrong
Cause lately shed try anything to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life
And the more that he lives the less that he tries
To show her the love that he hold inside
And the more that she gives the more that he sees
This is a story of you and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
Opened the door to a heart that I hurt
And I hope you notice this look in my eyes
Cause Im gonna make things right
Im gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things
For the rest of your life.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Sonnet: A Bit More Struggle Will Pay Rich Dividends
Now ain't the time to relax much, brother;
Now is the time to work harder than ev 'r;
About your neighbour, never much bother,
Now is the time to be very clever.
‘Tis ain't correct to retire unhurt;
A stupid man leaves half-way through a game;
In some more time, you can be an expert;
The world will acknowledge your work with fame.
Now is the time to go into top-gear;
Now is the time to sweat from your fore-head;
The future should not cast in you a fear;
Now is the time to be never misled.
Great things are done when man works with courage;
A Bird to fly must come out of its cage.
poem by John Celes
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