A Familiar Routine
Why have I stopped a familiar routine?
I began to notice,
How others became annoyed with it.
Believing I had nothing else to do,
But to offer them my assistance...
As if I had something to prove.
And after eliminating a familiar routine,
As a practice to be involved...
With a contribution of a doing of things,
I decided my own happiness would benefit...
From the more time I now give to it.
With a doing of that I have yet to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Running through things because you are familiar with them, breeds routine and this is the seed of boredom.
quote by James Galway
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The Magic Wand Of The Too Familiar
it happens all the time
the most familiar things and events and people
come daily and they become so ordinary
and then
you wonder
somehow
something
unfamiliar begins to strike you
making some furrows in your face
it becomes magical
a wand of the familiar
turns you into a prince
a sword is handed to you
a horse for you to mount
upon
a heart that begins its journey
on some adventures
that were there once
in your youth
you become alive
then the world changes its colors
and you realize
you never notice
something had long been put here
how foolish you have been
for not noticing such a familiar thing?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Devoted To A Going Through Of The Motions
Is it in the routine shown,
That I believe I am and get favor...
From a 'deity' I wish to impress.
Because of the ritual of the act,
I address as told is expected...
To achieve the best affect.
Or is it my expectation that I receive it,
As I acknowledge my ability to forgive...
To others with proclamations stated,
That I am chosen and highly favored...
Since I am devoted,
To a going through of the motions.
And to do this I am,
With all of the artifacts adorned and attached...
With a flaunting of it to ensure they are seen,
By others familiar with going through the same routine.
And I can redeem myself while passing judgement,
On others anytime I choose and wish.
No matter how artificial the entire process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fix Your Gaze
When you hit your note
Its like you had no choice
I cant resist distractions web
When you use that voice
On a crowded stage
I play soliloquy
Im at the center of the earth
When you gaze on me
The familiar ring of the native drums
Sometimes I hardly recognize it
Inspiration comes
With the tip of my mind
Holding back the sea
I have no choice but to prevail
When you gaze on me
Ive got the ghost of a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
When you gaze on me
I feel a ring of fire
When you gaze on me
And I lose all desire
Fix your heart on me
Ill show you what Ive memorized
Fix your gaze on me
I need to see your eyes [uh - good god!]
Out in the cold the assassin waits
Armored by love no sword can penetrate
Every time you fix your heart on me
Im a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
song performed by by Utopia
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Something omitted not admitted
Situations that come to occur,
In people's lives
Do not stir,
Without an initiation that began with reason.
There is something omitted not admitted,
To those kinds of discreeted deceiving acts.
And for anyone to proclaim,
A lack of knowledge
Attached to that which happens to them,
With a declaration of their innocence?
Keep an eye on them.
They will make other outrageous claims.
With a tinge of victimization added.
And
Well,
A routine with a familiar pattern
Begins to become noticeably repetitious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The widows tale
The widows tale
~
He sits down at the local bar
Same old table by the window
Overlooking the river passing by
A pint of the usual half drunk
Sat squarely on the beer mat
He looks around observing the room
Nodding towards familiar faces
Never sure of their names
The little routine he’s known
Reminiscent of so many nights past
There’s a look in his eye telling
Something’s not quite right
A missing companion, loyal friend
Is gone now lost, taken away
The one who shared the laughter
When the conversation filled itself
Who danced to the music with a smile
Now the music just plays out
Memories tainted with each new night
The routine of an old habit
Keeping hold so as not to let go
And slowly growing old
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sunrise
a routine
the most familiar
taken for granted
and sometimes
not admired
neglected by
the mind
for those who
chase time
running a dog
eat dog world
for one who stops
a while
and ponder upon
this event
of sun reappearing
as the night
fades giving
way to day
i say' what a miracle of
all miracles! '
first sunrise
after so many rainy days
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I hate going to the gym and doing it the old-fashioned way. I hate anything that's too straightforward, too routine, too familiar. I get bored really, really quickly.
I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.
quote by Fred Rogers
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Delivering The 'Jabs
My dislike for backstabbers,
Developed many years ago...
When I began to notice,
How easily they were able to do this.
With the use of their lips unseen,
Delivering the 'jabs'.
And...
Had the ability to pretend,
Not to be involved in the process.
While attempting to play innocent.
As they strategically moved,
Back and forth...
From both sides of a picket fence.
Like someone too familiar with doing a tango.
So no one would be aware of steps out of place.
Or the hopping of a fence done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Say Nothing
If you are not living your life...
What qualifies you as tour guide,
For those who do?
Those who have toiled in the trenches,
Without the benefit of assistance...
From those who only offer critique,
Spilled from motorized lips!
If you are not living your life...
Without sacrificing it.
Or knowing what that is like!
The best movement someone like you can do,
Is to shut up and walk away!
Say nothing!
It will be considered your best contribution.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost
Searching in the crowd
For a resemblance
To no avail
No familiar faces
I once loved
A forbidden love
Oceans separated you from me
Virtually all familiar faces gone
I roam the dessert of life
Feeling all alone
Like a blind man searching
For a familiar face
The sound of your voice
The ringing of laughter shared
Of familiar faces
Barren, empty bossom
Swallowed by the dessert of life
All familiar faces
Passed with time...
06.07.2012
poem by Persian Khushi
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Get Another Routine
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
At least one that appears to be,
Something that is consistent...
With the way things are today.
Revisiting yesterday with determination,
Says one thing about those who attempt to do this...
A comfort has been found in the exploration of limitation.
And the growth of technology has already made many victims.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
What your ancestors did,
And those before them...
Is not going to spread your mustard.
Or connect you to those hours of tomorrow,
Flashing by your eyes 'today'.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
If you are waiting to taste a sandwich wished...
It is recommended you acquire another taste.
Or select something else to nibble.
It would be wise if you tried!
I'm sure your ancestors did this...
Or you would not be here,
Discussing their contributions to your stagnation.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Delibrated Rove
Coerced sort of subsistence
where your soul doesn't belong
The right that was in earnest
with time has gone awfully wrong
It's just a step in front of the last one
in a melancholic mode
Where each avenue is familiar
with most streets earlier strode
Routine at times is daunting
with a longing for spirit to sway
To ditch comforting environs
and step out in a jumbled array
Whole lot would try and dissuade
for impending sensibilities to deter
Tad difficult may prove the final call on,
the path which one would prefer
Expected or if were otherwise
some point in future would try and spell
Proving heart's precedence prevailing over
what head was trying to tell
poem by Sunny Chopra
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Twice Becomes a Habit
Doing what we please.
With the selling of our embellishments.
Has come under much scrutiny.
And a call to be precise...
Does not sit too comfortably,
With those irresponsible.
And others n'er do well.
Seeking a laziness to entice.
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
Some may see this as discrimination.
Not a justification...
To do away with incompetence.
And those who half accomplish...
What their intentions find difficult to finish.
These days a mediocrity,
Is being ushered from the spotlight.
Success comes with applied effort.
Not from those accepted as nice.
But aren't up to the challenge...
To get things done,
With sacrifice.
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
Gone are those days of going through the motions.
And adopting the notion,
Procrastination fascinates those with patience waiting.
Time is not a blind date...
Hoping to approve who shows and comes,
Out of breath with expressed excuses.
And annoying the diligent ones.
That tick-tocking on those clocks have stopped!
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
And refusing people like this,
From addressed strict agendas...
Keeps a purpose with direction flourished.
As long as it is understood...
They will always be kept in minds respected.
But their absence is welcomed,
When they are far away from strategic scenes.
Not to demean.
But to accomplish.
'No offense.
But we are here to get things done.
You understand that,
Don't you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sand
The sand on the beach never looks the same,
No matter where you stand something always has to change
Why does life have to be so difficult?
Not always do things have to change,
People would rather have things stay the same…
But what fun would that be,
Things set to a routine
Always knowing, no excitement
People would rather have routine instead of change.
poem by Brittanie Thornton
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Striving For What?
Rivers of people come and go, on roads of life they’ve come to know,
Fully involved in a daily routine, across our land, is a common scene.
Striving daily to make ends meet, in a world that is filled with deceit.
What seems to govern this life, much corruption behind all the strife.
Everything seems to be sold at a price, as was our Lord Jesus Christ.
Do you know a Judas my friend, oblivious to The Lord and the end?
Willing to sell God for some change, in a life that is quite deranged.
It could be one close to your side, with a lingering darkness to hide.
Evil men wax worse and worse, influenced by sin’s dreaded curse,
As seducers continue to deceive, and attack those who truly believe.
All their deceptive practice and ways, bring many trouble filled days.
And all of their deceit in the end, brings undue trial to innocent men.
As soon a quiet everyday life, becomes filled with troublesome strife.
And your peaceful daily routine, becomes a hectic unwanted scene.
The fruit of deceptive schemes, has been the end of many a dreams.
But soon all these men of deceit, will be brought down in total defeat.
But you can transform this life, by walking with the man Jesus Christ.
Christ will give you a new mind, one that will go on through all time.
Accept in your heart Jesus Christ, and Jesus will give you New Life,
Friend, a life of Joy, you will see, as your hope moves on to Eternity.
Present grief will be in the past, as Christ gives you life that will last,
As we leave earth’s river of strife, we’ll see the Eternal River of Life.
No longer a routine of despair, for soon we will be caught in the air,
Where we will meet with The Lord, and live with Christ forevermore.
Albatross Draggers
Sad are the grabbers dragging,
An albatross displayed.
As a familiar routine...
Meant to be seen daily on the scene.
Yet flavored in dismay,
With a bitterness each day.
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
And...
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
Sad are the grabbers dragging,
An albatross displayed.
As a familiar routine...
Meant to be seen daily on the scene.
Yet flavored in dismay,
With a bitterness each day.
And...
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
Those albatross draggers,
Hoping sadness they will pass.
And...
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayer Words
I took some of my prayer words back
I felt guilty for putting my interest at stake
Is that the correct logic or prayers are meant?
Will God listen to such request and relent?
I, for one, reserve the opinion
I may not get support from any of the companion
It may not find even favor
As prayers are restricted only to save honor
Why do I ask to fill my heart with mercy and kindness?
When I am fully blessed with happiness on y face
I still pretend to be ignorant before him and pray
As if He knows nothing and directs you a new way
Why do we pray for our happiness and others loss?
Is it not the insult to sacred place and holy cross?
I go to him with malicious intent
Instead ask for things and never regret or lament
Even one look in His eyes may send waves of sympathy
You may receive signals directly fro the almighty
You just read in the eyes and try to understand sufferings undergone
You will forget your own pain and stand like stone
Prayers are meant to purity soul and supplement it with more
Try to find out if something can still be explored
If you can’t feed the hungry and show little kindness
Don’t bother much but that thought itself will give happiness on face
Can we deny that he is only one to think of whole universe?
Who can go against His wish and negate verses?
It is all for us to follow and put into practice
Let it become daily routine till we face the demise
I just look at Him and seek no words
Ask him to allow me to go forward
I shall not regret for any outcome
His blessings will always be appreciated and welcomed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.
quote by Ella Maillart
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