A Desire To Taste A More Appetizing Flavor
Within a split second,
A decision to pick happiness over grief...
Will free one shackled,
To a belief that a routine kept...
Will ensure a healthy mental outlook.
And that 'someday' someone not yet known,
Is going to come knocking on one's door...
With a delivery of a bouquet,
Gift wrapped in floral scents.
And packaged with an assortment of chocolates!
These scenes might be witnessed on TV.
But an active participation in one's life,
With a desire to taste a more appetizing flavor of it...
Is going to require more than a wish.
The likelihood of someone walking down the sidewalk,
In one's neighborhood...
Making announcements,
Of what is available with choices to make...
And who's name with preferences is on list,
Is as remote as a stranger offering to pay one's rent or mortgage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always There Is More To Life
life is not
a box of chocolates,
it's a bouquet of
flowers
colors of delight
scents of desire
so light
to the heart
it is what i hold
for you
in my hands
life so full of
flowers
but always there
is more to life
we feel it
when the bouquet is
finally thrown to the
air
and another one
expectant holds
it dear
someday
life will be different
a tree full of fruits
at night
fireflies in
freedom to shine
their own
lights
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prompted To Make Their Selections
If they were not pushed with insistence,
To have their druthers more defined.
And their preferences were not limited,
To confine them to prior choices made...
People would be quicker to choose happiness,
Over making impressions for others to approve...
Anyday and at anytime,
Without being prompted to make their selections,
From a list that had already been decided,
Were required prerequisites for the obtaining of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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FORWARD With Today's Activities
Those that can not adapt to change,
Should not be convinced...
Change for them awaits,
For them to embrace its arrival.
Nor should they be ignored...
In the belief for them there is no option.
When there is.
Everyone should be respected,
For their perceptions.
Deluded or not!
It is democracy in action,
That affects one's comfortability!
And a right to choose from choices.
The ones in stubborn defiance,
Of certain and unquestioned change.
Should not be confronted with argument.
They should be offered a choice to take,
A one way ticket...
Back to a treasured paradise.
Complete with collected artifacts,
Rusted.
Or sit to rock,
Behind windows cleared.
As their lives fade away...
Listening to their own pre-recorded voices.
Looped in repeated opposition to hear.
In rooms closed and sealed.
With meals slid under locked and blocked doors.
Conveniently outfitted to dropp suggestions,
For their preferences...
From a limited list of options given.
And then read and forgotten...
By those assigned to make sure they are observed,
Going through a routine of scheduled motions!
And directed to ensure...
All elements of expectation,
Have been appeased to meet satisfactions.
'Is everyone happy?
Are all the cells scented with favorite mists?
And those who have required licorice,
Placed on folded napkins...
Next to required peppermints,
With their appropriate assortment of condiments...
Are fine?
Great.
There is not one hint of a whine!
Fabulous.
That task gets easier upon daily implementation.
FORWARD with today's activities! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am About To Sleep
darkness comes
it is routine, nothing is mysterious about it
and as usual i am about to sleep
but you are there knocking at the door
of my heart
bringing me a bouquet of vowels
looking like petals of the
blue flowers in the desert
i let you in and i take the bouquet of vowels
and shower it
sprinkle it
with the salt of my tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moment to Moment
Living compassionate minded
moment to moment
looking for the eternal beauty joy
humor or humanity
present within all
omnipresence of God
Keeping active exercising Mind and body
staying alive maintaining healthy
balanced spirit
Balancing act of choices
tight rope of our actions
What is Perfect?
Is it making healthy choices
one hundred percent of the time?
If that's true than perhaps no one is perfect
but if it's achieving the right balance of healthy/ non healthy
than perhaps its true we all achieve perfection in our own
unique and individual way
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With or Without a Desire to Dismiss Your Anguish
You knew from the beginning,
This experience would someday end.
And all you have done,
Is to become stunned with the blooming,
Shown around you.
You can choose to sit and watch this if you wish.
Regardless of your lack of active participation...
Nothing you witness,
Is going to remain unchanged!
Even your journey will be affected.
Hesitations you may want to schedule...
Will not be provided for you on a waiting list!
Unless you are gifted with talents,
The rest of us are not!
And 'that' I would not recommend,
You anticipate as part of your observance.
Living your life 'now' is highly suggested.
With or without a desire to dismiss your anguish!
You had best to live your life as it is!
Think of it as a blessing.
With obstacles you face as part of the tolerance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Menu
It seemed I would dine on heartbreak
Every night that I came to know
Until you came knocking on my door
Brought me a new menu to live by
Dining on kisses and laughter
With a side dish of a best friend
The old meals became forgotten
Where a new pallet was brought
And I’ll make that call sometime soon
Delivery to my door from your menu
Come knocking again any night
Bring to me a healthy dish to eat
Let us dine on a meal for two
Conversation starters followed by a kiss
And the laughter we drink together
It seemed I would dine on heartache
Then you found me or I found you
And now in the night we dine
On something we can call healthy
Chosen from our menu
poem by Matthew Holloway
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For The Purposes Of Making Claims
To take a piece and rave about its taste,
While disparaging the creator...
After learning who it was,
Who spent the time in its delivery.
Only validates,
When something delicious is nibbled...
Some will enjoy it for what it is.
And will become interested,
As to 'who' whipped together the flavor.
Seeking an opportunity to meet and greet.
However...
There will always be that 'one' amongst them all,
Who will convince anyone who listens...
They too should become suspicious,
When someone does something so well,
There has to be another motivation...
Needing further investigation.
Because there just has to be much more,
Than just one's experience...
And love that assists one to excel.
Especially when something done is accomplished,
With such tireless effort.
Someone like this needs an instigated probing.
'Have you tasted this?
It is wonderful.'
~I know.
I enjoyed it much better before I discovered,
Who made it.
Aren't you the least bit curious as to 'how' this was done? ~
'No!
If it's to be enjoyed,
Why should I be the one to make attempts to destroy it? '
~Well...
Some of US like to get to the bottom of things.~
'For what purpose?
To re-create the flavor for the purpose of making claims? '
'Not necessarily.
Just to ensure certain procedures were accurately followed.'
~Oh!
I hadn't thought about that.
You do have a point.
Let me recommend that to the others.~
'By all means.
You do that.
And...
If you have the time,
I'd like to have another piece.'
~Sure.
Me too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ramble Tamble
Chorus:
Move,
Down the road
I go.
Chorus
Theres mud in the water,
Roach in the cellar,
Bugs in the sugar,
Mortgage on the home,
Mortgage on the home.
Theres garbage on the sidewalk,
Highways in the back yard,
Police on the corner,
Mortgage on the car,
Mortgage on the car.
Chorus
Theyre selling independence,
Actors in the white house,
Acid in digestion,
Mortgage on my life,
Mortgage on my life.
Chorus
Ramble tamble tamble
Ramble tamble tamble
Ramble tamble tamble
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Life is like a wrapped gift
Happiness engulfs as Christmas is here
Have no fear to end this year
For New Year shall bring glad tidings and more
And Santa will come knocking at your door
Leaving you with gifts, many a surprise
So hope for the best, you may win a prize
Go play the numbers, or do as you please
The New Year shall bring much happiness indeed
Open up your heart and cherish each day
Frolic like a child, dance or play
Life is like a wrapped gift…all unknown
May you be blessed and never alone
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Take The Lid Off The Pot
Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got
It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got
Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!
Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.
'What's the matter? '
There's none left!
'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '
It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Balancing Act of Choices
Balancing act of choices
tight rope of our actions
What is Perfect?
Is it making healthy choices
one hundred percent of the time?
If that's true than perhaps no one is perfect
but if it's achieving the right balance of healthy/ non healthy
than perhaps its true we all achieve perfection in our own
unique and individual way
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Too Much of Nothing
My space is sacred.
My vital signs are fine for me.
No rat race paced.
I've removed myself from that misery.
Back off of my satisfaction.
Not attracted to a mess defined.
Nothing of mine is padlocked and stacked.
I've got a peace that sets me free.
My space is sacred.
My vital signs are fine for me.
No rat race paced.
I've removed myself from that misery.
Too much of nothing,
Is what others wish to bleed.
Too much of nothing isn't company I need.
Wrapped up and shackled...
I've got that madness packed.
I've got that tackled.
Wrapped up and shackled!
Too much of nothing,
Is what others wish to bleed.
Too much of nothing isn't company I need.
Wrapped up and shackled...
I've got that madness packed.
I've got that tackled.
Wrapped up and shackled!
My space is sacred...
And its kept safe,
From medicated minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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a tribute to the Absurd
Happiness is a ballpoint pen
Happiness is irrelevant
Happiness is talk
Life is running out of ink
Life is waterfalls and irrelevance!
and Godot
Life is waiting
Life is post-modernism
Loneliness is too much
ink
is happiness it is falling water it is
irrelevant life is
unsensical but musical
abusical defensible
Someday I will write about relevance
someday someday someday
point: waterfalling ball___ pen = someday ink
someday ink is my lonely happy outness
Making choices
Life is about making choices
Success flows from right choices
Doing the right things
Doing them always right
Producing a giant of yourself
Becoming what you want to become
The choices are yours to make
The consequences are yours to take
So make the right choices
Choices that bring success
Success that builds self-esteem
And yield life, fully fulfilling.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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A Traveler's Petite Secret
I'm a traveler
I travel around the globe
With my sociable outlook
And designer garments
With my body concealed
My affectionate heart wishes
I'm a traveler
I travel around the globe
With my sociable outlook
I lock my heart in the refrigerate
This cost me worth the dollar
Just because I don't desire
My heart stolen by a stranger ….
I'm a traveler
I travel around the globe
With my sociable outlook
A stranger turns into a buddy
I chit chat my petite secret
Slight I didn't sense his spirit
Unlocked my heart from the refrigerate
And make me feel affection for him.
poem by Ezna Stephna
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From Which Two to Choose
Does this sound remotely logical...
That someone sitting,
In their home...
Alone.
In a quiet peacefulness,
They feel has been earned.
To wish upon themselves,
Havoc, chaos and twenty four hours...
Of nonstop conflict?
To wilfully admit a wish to invite 'that'?
And plot to destroy their own peace?
Are people that lonely?
I can be driven to the edge,
To make a decision...
Whether I prefer happiness,
Over walking on clouds of joy.
Those are my choices...
IF I was given any two,
From which to choose.
However,
ANYONE given the opportunity,
To choose between a root canal done,
Without anesthesia.
Or falling to sleep after a few glasses of wine?
AND...
They can not make up their minds?
I admit,
For someone like this...
PERHAPS that would be a tough decision to make!
IF they had no other experiences in life.
And they are in need of assistance to decide,
From which two to choose.
As for me?
I'd go with the hangover.
With an early morning ringing of the telephone,
Gone ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proclaiming Preferences
Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?
One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!
They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.
It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.
Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.
Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.
'What's the matter?
You look upset.'
~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~
'Selected and picked?
For what? '
~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~
'What are they doing? '
~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~
'What are you talking about? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Belittling Is On The List
Inappropriate business...
Conducted to disrupt in destructive ways,
Maybe thought to be fun...
For those beginning conflicts done.
Arguments and tantrums do not end.
And the ones igniting them,
Do it...
To offend.
Belittling is at the top of their list.
Belitting others they can't resist.
Belitting is treated as if a gift.
Belittling to do is their wish.
There are people who live to breathe,
To belittle others into fits.
There are people who love to leave...
Others belittled then split.
Inappropriate business...
Conducted to disrupt in destructive ways,
Maybe thought to be fun...
For those beginning conflicts done.
There are people who live to breathe,
To belittle others into fits.
There are people who love to leave...
Others belittled then split.
Belittling is at the top of their list.
Belitting others they can't resist.
Belitting is treated as if a gift.
Belittling to do is their wish.
There are people who love to pick,
Others to belittle then split.
There are people who love to pick,
Others to belittle then split...
With belittling on the list!
Belittling is at the top of their list.
Belitting others they can't resist.
Belitting is treated as if a gift.
Belittling to do is their wish.
Arguments and tantrums do not end.
And the ones igniting them,
Do it...
To offend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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