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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Spirits Of The Dead
As the spirits of the dead
Rise from the fires of death
I feel a presence
In my minds eye
Of all the lost souls
Fighting for their lives
I hear a voice
In my head
Telling me they are dead
But then I hear
The shadowed souls
It is we who have lived
It is you who is lost
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Afterimage
Suddenly, you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon
I remember
How we talked and drank into the misty dawn
I hear the voices
We ran by the water on the wet summer lawn
I see the footprints
I remember
I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would
Tried to believe but you know its no good
This is something that just cant be understood
I remember
The shouts of joy skiing fast through the woods
I hear the echoes
I learned your love for life,
I feel the way that you would
I feel your presence
I remember
I feel the way you would
This just cant be understood...
song performed by by Rush
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Very Few Options Left
Say whatever you like
But those fantasized all their lives
Have very few options left
To live their lives without the presence of reality
Consider it an invasion
A process there but choosing not to see
These are the people we should all fear
They actually believe 'life' is their creation
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm very interested in portraying homosexual man and woman in my films because I'm interested in their lives and their problems.
quote by Dario Argento
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Zimbabwe
My heart, which lives
its own laws
cannot bear to talk
with my fine Zimbabwean friend
when he comes to Britain
about 'the situation'
my heart wishes only
to be in the presence
of a fine man
and to feel myself
a fine man
in his presence
together we are human
and there is no
despite
(for Taylor)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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An Angel
An Angel stood on a roof
so silent and still
watching what was going on
in the world below.
The Angel was invisible
to the naked eye
and only animals
could sense the presence there.
The angel watched
the passing of vacant lives
and could only help
when it heard someone’s cry.
The Angel, a sentinel
of our waking lives.
16 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Regardless If Being Assessed
I have never been curious of those,
Who have a lot to say about others.
But keep themselves hidden behind masks,
As if afraid to show their own faces.
Or have I been interested at all in those,
Who introduce what they do...
As if to do this puts them high on a judgement list.
I can tell in a minute who is ambitious.
And who lives to experience life without it being a task.
But those who live just to be pretentious,
Aren't as interesting as the ones...
Who seem to be unafraid to walk upon an unchartered path.
To be who they are and say whatever they like.
Regardless if being assessed by others addressing it.
'Did you hear what was said about you? '
~Of course I did.
They are not the only ones here assessing too.
Feeding imaginations I find exciting to do.
I've grown accustomed to being stripped naked,
Without being asked!
Or being in the presence of those disrespecting!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Presence Of God...
dont try to sell me
your roadmap to heaven,
with your streets of gold,
and angelic harps...
i am not interested!
in the presence of God,
(i didnt name her that, you did!) ,
all your spiritual writings
become mere pornography,
your church bells tiny bells
on the legs of ants!
i walk with her through poverty
and despair, touching, reaching out,
and touching.
holding close the child that's dying...
sitting in the cell with the prisoner waiting.
feeding the hungry, building simple shelters
for those who have no home.
standing beside those deserted,
and thought to be worthless.
naming the nameless,
giving faces to the faceless.
finding red beating hearts
beneath all the colors of skin, ...
listening, caring, touching!
in the presence of God...
thunder, lightning, and rain.
i hear and embrace the wind,
wait in silence for the leaf to turn,
and so name the seasons.
in the presence of God...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
poem by Wendell Berry
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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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Fire In The Thunder
just talked to you on the phone
and i couldn't help but to feel
the old flames stirring in my heart
for what i once felt for you
a firestorm has broken loose
and no one is around to control it
i could hear the thunder echo
like it did before
back when there used to be
fire in the thunder
a fire so hot and passionate
that could easily loose control
and rage war within my heart
for the place where you belong
then the thunder steps in
to make its presence known
and i quake with fear and passion
everytime you come close
for you brought the memories back
and the pain along with
isn't it better
to just stay happy with your wife
oh how i can feel
that fire coursing through my veins
i shouldn't want you so
yet this fire is saying yes
please come quickly
to put out this
fire in the thunder
poem by Grace Hays
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Returning From A Journey
Within this Majesticness,
Reflecting.
A presence of being...
To breathe a self examining acknowledgement,
With an insight of a seeing done...
That invites a witnessing,
Given as an existence...
By The Almighty One.
Is as It is given.
And...
As a star energized to shine as bright,
I wish to glow representing...
Both day and night,
All that there is sighted in my life.
Until the mystery lived,
Gifted as given...
As It lives transcends.
Returning from a journey,
Back to the Majesticness...
Where eternity lives,
As is and shall always be...
The One!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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In Our Lives
Written by John Mellencamp
Well I'm a middle-aged teenager
I'm a man of angst and leisure
Doin' the best that I can do
My problems are incorrect
I've always got it around my neck
Hey I'm just like you
Yeah I've done some good and I've done some bad
But the most fun that I ever had
Was singing my songs for you
And if I should go astray
I'd get down on my knees and pray
Say God forgive me for what I do
Oh in our lives
There's no right way for us to live it
You know in our lives
There's a time to cry and a time to forget it
Well I'm a broke down humble man
Baby that's just who I am
And that's from me to you
Well I feel good here
Got about a million more years
To do what it is I gotta do
And if some day you happen to be passin' my way
Say hi, hello, how are you
Well, I'll return the gesture in kind
And hope that things are fine
And you all just do what you gotta do
Oh in our lives
There's no right way for us to live it
Oh in our lives
There's a time to cry and a time to get with it
You know in our lives there's no right way for us to live it.
Well I'm a broke down humble man
That's just who I am
And that's from me to you
Yeah I'm a broke down humble man
Yeah that's just who I am
And that's from me to you
Oh in our lives
You know in our lives
Yeah in our lives there's no right way for us to live it
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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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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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.
quote by Olympia Dukakis
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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They Are All Gone
they were all here, and they were my only brothers
although they are all gone, they will forever dwell in my memory
in the presence and in the absence of all the others
they wrote into hearts a message, compiling the pages of their short lives and stories
To my late beloved brothers, your memory lives on
poem by Sicelo Sithole
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He Lives
I know he lives.
The greatest man.
Endless love he gives.
Through his life he saved us all.
Showing and teaching us how not to fall.
Hear him now for you he calls.
To share his light so you'll stand tall.
He shares our pain.
He stops the rain.
The bitter envy of our souls that drains.
You can go to him and explain.
The pain you feel from this ordeal.
He listens closely, then holds you dear.
To show you that you need not fear.
Take his hand you'll persevere.
He bore his cross for all of us.
Without him you'll just turn to dust.
He truly lives I know it's so.
I feel his love.
It makes me glow.
poem by Michael McParland
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