(The) Depthness of This Kind of Introspect...
There are many poems I've written,
That have not been read or 'rated'.
I can understand,
How some may find that a need...
When insecurity most writers feed.
And there are those gregarious folks,
Enjoying their closeness.
Who do prefer their own company.
Or socialize with those expressing...
How they maintain a degree of 'normalcy'.
While all find themselves accepting...
Dysfunctions none regret.
And I find myself more respected,
By those who know...
With an acknowledgement familiar.
That does not criticize or demean,
The depthness of this kind of introspect...
With an intellect encouraged and shared,
And freely felt to expose upon these scenes...
With those who are unopposed to show their caring.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Not-Yours-But-Mine' Kind
The 'not-yours-but-mine' kind,
Get upset if there is a threat to their 'intellect'.
Especially if it does not shine,
When expressing something 'known'
That is clearly not defined.
Without introspect that reflects,
They soon become protective with a stubbornness.
And insist they 'knew' what is being corrected.
But had been distracted by the facts!
You know...
The ones given to them earlier.
But wouldn't accept it in their minds...
Since they felt 'then' under attack!
There are so many around us,
Who are just like that!
You know...
The 'not-yours-but-mine' kind.
The ones who find the time,
To say someone else thinks 'they' know so much.
And quick to show themselves to be,
The ones who are out of touch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes I Find Poems
Sometimes I find poems
Like they were jewels in the sand
So excellently written
A blessing to read and understand.
Sometimes I find poems
Composed like it was a work of art
The writer weaving word tapestry
As he writes diligently from his heart.
Sometimes I find poems
Laced with just verbal grime
With random musings or lost words
That to read them is a total waste of time.
So to the writers who value the pen
With all respect, I give you my salute
With the hope you keep writing again and again
And to this site your work you contribute!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Why I Prefer To Live Alone
Give me a moment.
I want to find a specific way,
To tell you this.
Okay...
The reason why I prefer to live alone,
Is the company I sometimes can not avoid to keep.
Some people have a legitimate feeling,
That is sincerely felt as it is meant.
Some people need another presence,
To keep control of a conversation focused on themselves.
I have been in contact with these kinds of people,
On many occasion.
With a wish to exit as quick as possible.
And I was able to do that,
Because i was not in my own home.
Some people are just into themselves subconsiously.
With a unending 'Not-a-breath-to-take-zeal'
That creates an atmosphere squeezing the freshness,
Out of a peace that reduces a hospitality one ceases.
And...
This might be mistaken for boredom!
And i like to maintain a cordial presence one feels.
However,
Making no mistake of it at all...
I find sometimes your presence,
Leaves me with a headache.
And sometimes I can take it.
But on days like these that I want my peace.
You disturb that willingness I had to share it!
Give me a moment.
I want to find a specific way,
To tell you this.
I like to keep a flow of communication,
That is invitational.
You on the other hand,
Seek an audience to deliver devoted attention.
That kind of activity,
Wears me out.
Today...
I am feeling,
Less the member of an audience.
And more like...
I would love to see a performance,
Come to a close.
Like...
I want my door closed.
So I can be left alone to take a nap.
You understand that...
Don't you?
That's why I prefer to live alone.
And...
I am yearning my preference for that now!
But...
You are welcome to stay as long as you wish,
Under those conditions...
Knowing I have a great love,
Right now...
For solitude!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Princes Familiar
Please be philosophical
Please be tapped into your femininity
Please be able to take the wheel from me
Please be crazy and curious
Papa love your princess so that she will find loving princes familiar
Papa cry for your princess so that she will find gentle princes familiar
Please be a sexaholic
Please be unpredictably miserable
Please be self absorbed much (not the good kind)
Please be addicted to some substance
Papa listen to your princess so that she will find attentive princes familiar
Papa hear your princess so that she will find curious princes familiar
Please be the jerk of my knee Ive fit you always
You finish my sentences I think I love you
What is your name again no matter Im guessing your thoughts again correctly and I love the way
You press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle you
Papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny princes familiar
Papa respect your princess so that she will find respectful princes familiar
Please be strangely enigmatic
Please be just like my
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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By All Means... Continue Your Tease
When an admission of caring for another,
Begins for the other...
A reason to establish a game of playing,
'Let Me See You Chase'.
Such a mistake this becomes,
For the one believing...
To be chased makes one's heart race.
With a pacing done in an excitement.
An admission of caring for another,
The other may not realize can be stopped.
To be replaced.
Especially if something felt is genuine.
With an awakening that creates,
An acknowledgement that comes much too late...
That the one who runs away from someone's caring done,
May find themselves with a gift the other does not get!
With far less exhaustion to give in the giving that ends.
'I thought you said you liked me.'
Oh I did with a caring done too.
But prepared for a marathon in the proving of it,
Is not what I give in the expectation in establishing...
A relationship.
'So you don't like me anymore? '
I cared for 'you' not the 'race' you wanted to see me win,
In a chase.
'I was just teasing...
That's all.'
You may be good.
Continue the tease.
However...
Someone else will find that out before I will,
Wont they?
And it will not be me.
By all means...
Continue your tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justification
Sometimes I wish I was dusted.
Under a rug!
And not be dedicated...
To observe those medicated.
I wish to speak my mind,
Most times!
To those who mainline.
To escape from the unkindness,
Shown and many find!
But a growing addiction...
Restricts many to shadows.
Bleeding inside secretly.
Believing no one cares for them.
Their hopes,
Desires or their need to dream.
And 'I' find...
My heart just pounds,
When I see the young folks...
Lying cold on the ground.
And 'I' find...
No reason or rhyme,
Why society leaves these young folks to bleed!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For these sickening times.
Justification,
For these human crimes.
Justification,
For these scenes to blind!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For them left behind.
Nor will I find this,
Justified in these times!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification,
For these sickening times.
Justification,
For these human crimes.
Justification,
For these scenes to blind!
No 'I' don't find,
In my mind...
Justification!
Justification!
Justification,
For them left behind.
Nor will I ever,
Justify these crimes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Begging to Be Read
Someone begging to be read,
Has an ego to be fed.
Has some insecurity,
About what it is they do.
Do poets really concern themselves...
About how their visions are pursued?
And who critiques?
For a rating to compete?
Where is the depthness in this?
Do true writers persist to enlist readers...
With an agitation seen to exist?
It doesn't seem sincere or authentic at all!
It seems shallow and egotistical.
To call for something to be read...
That lacks content and purpose.
And found to be dull, afterall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read Me Like a Book
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You will find each piece to fit.
Very little of it will be misunderstood.
I am not a one dimensional quick read at all.
I lay it on the line.
You will find I wont allow anyone,
To sit and pick my mind.
I don't waste that kind of time.
Unless,
Of course...
You are divorced from that as well?
Hmmm...
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You have no idea how much I wish,
To get you hooked.
Craving to salivate.
Drooling!
Each chapter has been crafted,
With some sentiment and pain.
You will find some sorrow and regret.
And some expression of heartache left.
You will discover blemishes and flaws,
With attempts to have them corrected.
Notice I admit imperfection...
With self reflection I don't neglect.
Or regret it is you I wish to impress.
No games of tit for tat I play.
I say what I mean.
Not what you wish to hear me say.
And none of it is from mumbled lips.
I want each word read you 'read' conveyed!
I want what I say in your mind to stay.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
But you will never comprehend...
How long this process took.
Flip through each page,
As if you seek definition.
You will discover I am not perfect.
But freed by a peace...
To solict your complete and total admission.
Willing to show you mended scars.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
I knew you were coming!
That's why it is already open.
Take your time.
I want you to find me an easy read.
Hopefully to collaborate on new chapters.
Together,
You and me.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
Take me with your eyes.
Hold me in your hands.
And bring me close to your heart!
There we are.
Touching!
That's how I like it.
Do you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bed
My little darling it's a crying shame
The way that you lead me on
And I've got nobody but myself to blame
Cause I've always just played along
Well show me a body that gets no love
And I'll show you a body that's way messed up
Well it seems like you're aware of the effect you have on my head
If you feel like I'm asking you for too much
We can keep in touch
And I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
My little darling I'm a tangled mess
When you tease me the way you do
and what it would be like I can only guess
If you'd please me like I wanna please you
Well show me a friendship that's pure and chaste
And I'll show you and engine that's dying to race
Well the time has come for me to find
Another way to get my soul fed
I know we could be the sweetest friends
But if that's where it ends
Then I'll find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Bed
Find some
Find someone else to bed
Well the time has come for me
To take care of myself instead
You know if we remain
On a spiritual plane I will go insane
Don't make me find someone else to bed
Bed
Find someone
Find someone else to bed
song performed by by Semisonic from All About Chemistry
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In The Sun
Written by joseph arthur
Performed by peter gabriel on diana, princess of wales - tribute
I picture you in the sun
Wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees
Asking for sympathy
And being caught inbetween
All you wish for and all you seem
And trying to find anything
You can feel that you can believe in
May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you
Always
I know I would apologise
If I could see your eyes
Cos when you showed me myself, you know
I became someone else
But I was caught inbetween
All you wish for and all you need
I picture you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You cant keep awake
May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you
Cos if I find - if I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find - if I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find - if I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find - if I find my own way
How much will I find
How much will I find
How much will I find
You, yeh, you
Ill find you, you, you - oo
Ill find you, you, you - oo
Ill find you, you, you - oo
Oh I dont know anymore
What its for
Im not even sure
If there is anyone
Who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
Cos Ive been caught inbetween
All I wish for and all I seem
Or maybe youre not even sure
What its for
Anymore than me
May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you
May gods love be with you
Be with you ...
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Trying
Could you let down your hair
And be transparent for a while
Just a little while
See if your human after all
Honesty is a hard attribute to find
When we all want to seem like we've got it all figured out
I may be the first to say that I don't have a clue
I don't have all the answers
And god I pretend like I do just
Trying to find my way
Trying to find my way the best that I know how
Well I haven't memorized all the cute things to say
But I'm working on it
Maybe I'll master this art for today
I'd I qoute all the line off the top of my head
And you'd be
I dont understand all of these things Ive read
I'm just trying to find my way
Trying to find my way
Trying to find my way the best that I know how
Well I havent drawn it or figured out quite yet
But even if it takes my whole life
To get to where I need to be
And if I should fall to the bottom of the end
I'll be one step back to you
I'm trying to find my way
Trying to find my way
Oh
song performed by by Lifehouse from Dile Al Sol
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Shocking Are Some Scenes Seen
So shocking are some scenes seen,
Downtown
Where the people there will congregate,
As if auditioning
The latest of less wearing,
To expose their 'goods'
With a caring that is obviously,
A wish to expose just about everything.
So shocking are some scenes seen,
Downtown.
Where not only jaws drop!
But eyes too can be viewed to pop.
One has to be there to witness this.
To see what can not be for most to believed.
And yesterday what is exposed today,
Would promptly be a reason
For the calling of police,
And sirens heard to flood the streets
To arrest those for their nakedness
AND a disturbing of the peace
But
So shocking are some scenes seen,
Downtown and all around
Where the people there and everywhere,
Will congregate
As if auditioning,
The latest of less wearing of anything.
To expose their 'goods',
With a caring that is obviously,
A wish to expose just about everything.
And many become offended,
If an attention given is 'not' mentioned.
'Excuse me.
Can you tell me what that 'use' to be?
Whatever that is you are barely wearing'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Sun
I picture you in the sun, wondering what went wrong
You've fallen down on your knees, asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all I wish for and all I need
I picture you fast asleep, a night comes you can't keep away
May God's love be with you, always
May God's love be with you
I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes
Cause when you show me myself
You know I became someone else
Cause I was caught in between all I wish for and all I need
I picture you fast asleep, a night that comes you can't keep away
May God's love be with you, always
May God's love be with you
Cause if I find, if I find my way, how much will I find
If I find, if I find my way, how much will I find
If I find, if I find my way, how much will I find, you, you, I find you, you
I don't know anymore, what it's for, I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun could you help me to understand
Cause I've been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Oh, maybe I'm not even sure what it's for anymore than me
May God's love be with you, always
May God's love be with you, always
May God's love be with you, always
May God's love be with you
Cause if I find, if I find my way, how much will I find
If I find, if I find my way, how much will I find
If I find, if I find my way, how much will I find, you, you, I find you, you
song performed by by Howie Day
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I Read Today A Hundred Poems
I read today a hundred poems
And cannot find
A single one that moved me -
Perhaps it is not the poems
But my poetic soul
that has no life -
I remember a poem
I read yesterday by Neruda
How beautiful how deep
How filled with passion and longing-
How rich in surprise-
I marvel at the greatness
Of his Poetry of Love-
There is Poetry
One only has to read a true poet
To find it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Somewhere Someone Will Listen To Them
I don't expect anyone to be familiar,
With my memories.
The ones I keep fondly close to me.
How could they be?
When memories affecting me are mine.
Although I am told about myself all the time.
As if my life hangs from a grapevine.
And those experiences,
That came to jolt my emotions...
Are the reasons why some may find me,
Not the one they 'thought' they knew.
Or the one they comfortably gossiped about.
And I know for those with nothing else to do to choose,
This can be quite disappointing.
As long as they are soothed,
By others approving their deceptions too...
There will always be a place for those two-faced.
Somewhere someone will listen to them twist truths.
With an accepting done of their irresistible dysfunctions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happiness Is
Written by donny brown
The world is giving you the run-around
And leaves you feeling low and let down but
Happiness is
Wherever you find it
Im not waiting for a friend beside me
Or for the lord above to guide me
My happiness is
Wherever I find it
And I wanna find it with you
Have you ever felt so out of place
That the smile on your face
Was to keep from cryin
I dont know how we get so out of touch
But I dont want much
Just to find out
What happiness is
While everybody else is winning
Youre stuck waiting for your new beginning
So happiness is
Wherever you find it
You may be full of lifes frustrations
But Im up for negotiations
My happiness is
Wherever I find it
And I wanna find it with you
Have you ever felt...
If you got your lucky break and broke it
I guess youve got your options open
But happiness is
Wherever you find it...yeah
And I wanna find it with you
Have you ever felt so out of place
That the smile on your face
Was to keep from cryin
I dont know how we get so out of touch
But I dont want much
Just to keep on tryin
People say a prayer every day
That they end up with more than their next door neighbor
Im not buying all their ego trips
But Ill get my kicks
When I find out
What happiness is
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Closeness Without Cost
let's go find a quiet bar.
and find a corner table
we'll have a couple drinks,
we dont have to talk.
and then we'll go walk
the streets, smoking
hand in hand, seeing,
feeling, tasting, touching
just enjoying the stillness
of closeness without cost
the wind blows through your hair
i'll stop to kiss your eyes.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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It Had to Come to Us This Way
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Unexpected love.
We did not know it had us picked.
When unexpected love,
Came to visit.
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Willing to accept,
How it crept upon us.
When all we felt was tried.
Staring in clear skies,
Sometimes for that 'one'.
That someone special to us to come.
And when it is done...
We become stunned.
It is familiar.
As if it begins where it 'had' begun!
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
Expecting it returned.
As it is to feed what is yearned.
Connecting two hearts burning!
When all we felt was tried,
Unexpected love...
Comes out of hiding!
It had to come to us this way.
If it had not...
We would find reasons,
To chase it away!
And that is why,
It had to come to us
This way...
Finding us in a receptive display,
And giving without thought to run.
Hoping love like this did come,
To stay!
It had to come to us this way,
Unexpected love...
Seldom drifts or fades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sewn Into a Pattern
Caught up into limitations.
So many whine...
And find time to entertain it!
Living within closed in narrow minds,
And crying the blues like losers do!
Without one thought to taking a step,
In another direction.
Just for the hell or heaven of it.
Even a pause at an intersection of indecision...
Is acceptable and should be welcomed.
It is difficult to critique something unfamiliar!
Although it is done.
Leaving the ones who do it,
Expressing such vocal ignorance.
And helping to identify themselves...
As social misfits!
Out publicly dispensing their dysfunctions!
At least you will feel removed from being locked in!
Like them.
Sewn into a pattern with no wish to rip free!
And if you choose a direction you find not liked...
Find something about it you do!
Focus upon it and admire the difference.
Think of it as being stitched onto a patched quilt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love To Read
Is it a misconception,
That writers read...
Other writers' works?
Or reads extensively at all?
Afterall...
When would a true writer,
Find time to get that done...
If one has a love to read?
And...
I am not that one to say,
A reading AND a writing done...
Is an impossibility.
Because I read what I write often.
Regularly and on a daily basis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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