Simple Observation #42 - Whatever may be wrong......
Whatever may be wrong and is also falsely perceived
will cause all those who accept it thus to be deceived.
poem by George Krokos
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Obstacles Arrive
Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
And as perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.
Obstacles arrive not as ornaments to wear.
To one day disappear as if,
Not a one had ever been there.
Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
As perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.
This that is here,
Has been labelled a tree.
See it?
That which is above us,
Has been called a sky!
Can you see it?
Those who stare over there back at us,
Are referred to as people!
You can wave...
It's okay!
And you...
Believe this or not,
Are one of them.
So am I.
Like a you.
Like a me.
Like a we...
Are all a part of a 'they' and a 'them'.
And for all of us...
Obstacles arrive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mixed Signals
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
No need to look from the corners of your eyes,
At me or anyone else believed can be easily deceived.
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
Look into a mirror.
The hour for self examination has arrived.
The results are clear.
Do not be surprised.
When one is accustomed to sending mixed signals...
The consistency of this,
Achieves results that are the quickest.
And one should come to grips with it.
Inconsistency begets distrust.
And any signs of loyalty disconnects quickly...
As if rushed.
To dissipate from expectations.
With debates of this then hushed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Never Did Sing You A Love Song
(nichtern)
I never did sing you a love song
I only sang phrases in time
I never did write you a sonnet
I just laid my cards down in rhymes
Up and down the river, so many boats to ride
Yet precious few deliver the goods that we need to survive
I never spoke falsely or crossly
I never put tears in your eyes
And you never shattered my lonely heart
You never deceived me with lies
And yet somehow I seem to recall I stood in my sleep for a while
Dreaming of a river man exchanging my life for a smile
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Let Go of Feeling Low and Busted
Let go of feeling low and busted,
Because of those once trusted...
Have disappointed to leave you in grief.
With a taking of your trust to crush it.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
Your feelings can be easily changed.
Since those who have deceived you,
Have deceived others too.
And you only have two eyes to dry.
Deceivers looking for a place to hide...
Will be crying for the rest of their lives.
Despised by more than one pair of eyes.
Your feelings can be easily changed.
Since those who have deceived you,
Have deceived others too.
And the lives they 'had' lived doing it,
Will never be the same.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To me my love, you never can get old
To me my love, you never can get old,
as I saw you when each one
of us were young and now in forty summers hold,
to the same beauty after many years have gone.
It is as if time stands still
and although I might be deceived
and forever will
as in you I have perceived
something exceptional and the same spark,
the same enchanting
that on me left its mark,
in that far off spring and it is still rising:
if love is put to the test,
for me in you, she answers to the best.
[Reference: Sonnet 104 “To me, fair friend, you never can be old” by William Shakespeare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fault and Reason
All day today,
I've noticed you.
There in my mind,
To remind me,
I've changed!
So much to you,
I wish to say.
Things I've said in the past...
Have faded from my grasp.
And those times I was wrong,
You were there...
Without hesitation,
As I stayed and played a fool.
Finding myself now...
I do not contemplate,
To accept fault and reason...
Why we needed to separate.
All day today,
I've noticed you.
There in my mind,
To remind me,
I've changed!
So much to you,
I wish to say.
Things I've said in the past...
Have faded from my grasp.
I can't pretend,
I am hurting from within.
All my flaws are there to view...
Without you.
Without me.
Without us...
There is no trusting!
Finding myself now...
I do not contemplate.
It was me I had deceived.
And in me you kept believing.
Finding myself now...
I do not contemplate,
To accept fault and reason...
Why we needed to separate.
So much to you,
I wish to say.
Things I've said in the past...
Have faded from my grasp.
And has taught me a lesson,
At last!
And forgiveness from you,
I wish to ask!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To most people), distant pepper is perceived as being sweet, and close sweets are perceived as being bitter.
If your inner mind isn't deceived, your outer actions won't be wrong.
Doth the reality of sensible things consist in being perceived? or, is it something distinct from their being perceived, and that bears no relation to the mind?
quote by George Berkeley
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Disbeliefs
Even with pieces of the sky
Falling down around them...
They still have disbeliefs,
Their way of life
Comes to a drastic halt!
And no one who leads them,
Will tell them this is true!
However,
They 'are' told
They must keep up the fight...
To protect what is their right!
'What 'is' their right? '
To be deceived and pleased!
That's the only way of life they accept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We felt often that we were perceived as mothers trying to be lawyers, while a male colleague of ours who had a young child was perceived as a lawyer who also happened to be a father.
quote by Anne C. Weisberg
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That 'Rubbing' Done That Has Appalled You
If you really want to feel offended by anything done,
To you that is believed is directed.
Be you offended,
By being deceived, manipulated and used.
By those who have thrown that up in your face.
Then compared that to something you've heard,
That you have felt...
Rubbed you the wrong way.
Now...
With that 'rubbing' done that has appalled you,
Connect that something said...
To that which is actually happening to you.
On a daily basis that you have blindly accepted.
With that false faith you project to protect.
That accepts being deceived, manipulated and used.
What words have you heard has directly affected your life?
The words you don't like?
Or the people honest enough to say them?
Now...which do you prefer when being stabbed in the back?
Being able to selected the instrument used?
Or do you have a preference for a certain color?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live I Did and Still Do
Wrong I may have been,
When decisions then were made.
From a past I believed to live right,
As I perceived my life to be.
As was lived cautiously,
With a thoughtful insight...
Kept protectively within me.
But I will not fight against,
Those who hold...
Old and fixed defenses.
With an irreplaceable stubbornness.
As if mistakes I've made,
I have not learned from and still exist.
Wrong I may have been,
When decidions then were made.
But back then when I made them,
Living my life...
Whether others felt I was wrong or right,
Live I did.
And still do to improve.
Excuses made for what I've done...
Will not change a thing for anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are two sorts of hypocrites: ones that are deceived with their outward morality and external religion; and the others are those that are deceived with false discoveries and elevation; which often cry down works, and men's own righteousness, and.
quote by Jonathan Edwards
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Unintending To Be Perceived As Offensive
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And this I've done for many years in my routines.
With a doing done I do,
In a process that of my creation sees.
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And I do say, 'Thank you.'
Since I am grateful for the attention my gifts get.
Although I consider myself an 'elf' sometimes,
Just doing my part as God's work in progress.
With a doing at times God knows,
Can be a bit mischievous with a willingness unintending.
To be perceived as offensive when that deed I do gets done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To-- One word is too often profaned
I.
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
II.
I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,--
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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One Word Is Too Often Profaned
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother;
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heavens reject not, --
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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More Difficult It Became To Be Objective
For many years I did my best,
To be objective.
With attempts to reject...
My own introspective thoughts.
Or be perceived as being,
Subjective in my perspective.
And yet be expected to accept.
But having experiences,
Kept me reflective.
And more difficult it became,
To be objective and remain...
Emotionally disconnected.
Especially when I became more affected,
By being the subject of much insensitivity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept my sympathy
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy!
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sympathy In End
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy! By SARTHAK DAS
poem by Sarthak Das
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