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A Happiness By Any Other Name

Nothing appearing on my top ten list,
Prioritizes you...
As a focus to entertain.

I know what your expectations are.
And from where those habits you have,
Nutured to flourish those thoughts....
Generating with perceptions you should rid.

But trust me...
There is not a movement made I do,
That awaits any opinion of yours.
It's just the way it is.
I hope that doesn't offend you.

I was not raised to wish for another existence.

It is just my nature to take footsteps,
Without seeking to impress.
Or look for anyone's approval.

It is just my nature,
To identify first...
With that which pleases me.

A happiness by any other name...
Just is not mine to call and claim.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Walking

I walked a league and o'er the moor;
I walked and walked as ne’er before,
And on to walk from dale to hill
And on again to claim the thrill.

Behold! that walking does for me:
The senses heightened, mind of glee,
While rolling vistas pass me by
To swell the heart, enthrall the eye.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It Is Best To Be Prepared

Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.

When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.

I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.

Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.

But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.

It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!

And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Intention The Creator Has Had

'When should it be realized that life is precious? '

Once it has been discovered,
With opened eyes...
That the Earth rotates,
Majestically in the Universe.

And no one known giving an opinion...
Can claim to have had anything to do with it!
Or can say The Creator of our existence,
Has made a mistake!

Although there will be those...
Who will attempt to convince,
Every intention The Creator has had...
Was 'first' given their approval.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High

There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.

But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.

And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.

Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.

'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'

'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'

This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thirteen Lines

A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Treated As If Royal Guests

It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.

Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.

Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.

And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.

But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.

One never knows!
Do one?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habits

Habits interest my cruelty,
Going like second nature
And the memory of size.
Through reason is happiness
Thrilling, winning and wonderful
To obsess.
Why do habits be so ancient?
And is there ending to few of them
That it is faced by them,
That I myself can have it anyway?
What? The habit. The habit.

Is it custom to endanger us with the wrong
Habits?

poem by Naveed Akram
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Tortured Nature

Nature must be love
It is made by god above
Nature is in place
Nature is always with grace

The nature is green
It is colorful when seen
Nature is serene
It is peaceful ever seen

But people is bad
They make mother nature mad
When nature gets mad
It feels like the wrath of god

Disaster of nature
Is enough of your torture
Nature is flower
It gives love like a lover

poem by Ronald Jay Fiesta
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The Dew Drops Mist

Whatever it is that you've been told...
As the dew drops mist,
Each morning that unfolds...
Mother Nature to this is committed.
To all things that exist.
And even you and I...
We are caught up the mix.

Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows...
Everything that lives,
She assists its growth.

And you and I can do what we like.
In between the fussing, cussing and fights.
You and I can decide to hide or be seen...
But mother Nature is there!
And always on the ecene.

It doesn't matter if we chit chat or scatter.
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
It doesn't matter if we scatter without chatter.
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.
And,
We can be a little rich or poor.
Or never answer a knock on our doors.
It doesn't matter if we chit chat or scatter.
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.

Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows...
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.

Every morning when you're yawning and it's dawn,
On this existence the dew drops mist.
It doesn't matter in your life what's going on,
'Cause...
In this existence the dew drops mist.

Whatever it is that you've been told...
As the dew drops mist,
Each morning that unfolds...
Mother Nature to this is committed.
To all things that exist.
And even you and I...
We are caught up the mix.

So,
Every morning when you're yawning and it's dawn,
On this existence the dew drops mist.
It doesn't matter in your life what's going on,
'Cause...
In this existence the dew drops mist.

Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows it and knows...
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.

Whatever the season that comes to leave,
We may have our differences and do not agree.
But,
Nonstop Mother Nature shows it and knows...
Upon this existence the dew drops mist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts: therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.

quote by Marcus Aurelius
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The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.

quote by Marcus Aurelius
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The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts, therefore guard accordingly and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue, and reasonable nature.

quote by Marcus Aurelius
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If expectations are low, you can only impress people. But if expectations are there for you to be the leading guy, and you've been paid X amount of money, you're on a tightrope and all of a sudden you're looking down. If it was up to me now, I would just stay on the up-and-coming list until I'm like 90.

quote by James Marsden
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Monoclonal Perceptions

Greed has superceded,
And implemented their reason for living.
Even taking that from which another has...
To declare it theirs,
Has made their existence sad...
With these digressive diversions!

They have detached themselves,
From the teachings of faith and God.
With prayers to win with sins and deceit.
Believing the 'Creator' is theirs to claim,
While they choose to maim and defeat...
With greedy needs to conquer over others.

A mentality of destruction,
To isolate themselves in total darkness...
Keeps them in constant chants to war!

With interests only to deplete others of their rights to live!
And this Earth has tired of their monoclonal perceptions!
This treason against Mother Nature,
Has made 'her' quite upset.
And 'she' now uses all 'her' living cells,
In rebellion!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identify

Your eyes, they send me
to eternity
your heart may cast me down,
to hell
again
But lately its your love,
its condemnation enough
Identify
Please Identify
If its me you want,
standing by your side
Identify
these tears of mine,
Am I lonely?or am I just alive?
And what is time, to say
Who and why the test of love,
your hands were speaking "no"
I felt the movement go
the ice was breaking,
so
I wondeer why
that I'd
identify with you
my life
Leave me empty and see if I survive
For every questioned hour,
For every second devoured
You let me wonder you
into a myth
that I
missed
Identify
Please indetify
if its me you want,
standing by your side
Identify
These tears of mine
Am I lonely? or am I just alive?
Am I lonely? or am I just alive

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My Beautiful Nature

Nature is the beauty of the earth
The essential part of life,
It is the existence of humanity
Although there is constant strife.
Nature is rather appealing
The image of its green,
The human eye can testify
Its a gracious sight to be seen
Nature gives us fruit and water
Our blessings from the holy king,
It purifies and cleanses the body and soul
Its amazing what nature can bring.
Nature is sometimes downgraded
By the evils of mankind,
But nature brings herself back up
And she will not be left behind!
I love nature and appreciate everything it gives us...you should too!

poem by Genesis Learny
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Gaia’s Plan

Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.

Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.

Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.

Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!

I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!

The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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My Nature

My nature is of nature itself,
A kind light of my soul,
The very essence that rings supreme,
Into every knot of existence.

The elite flower is on my head,
Overcast with shadows that nature deals,
A sun and star cascade like waterfalls
To bury the lavender on my hat.

My nature is that of fear and grief,
Solid nature of sad constancy,
The sadness subsides to bring in hope
Of an everlasting future.

My chair has turned golden,
As the warmth enters the heart,
Giving masterful looks to my face,
This path of action ranks high as highness itself.

poem by Naveed Akram
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She Considers Insignificant

Everyone has a wish,
To influence with their unsolicited opinion.
Until Mother Nature arrives,
With a getting of all the attention...
To express a caring less,
Who belives what with their decision to make.
Or which entitlements deserve a serving to whom first.
Somehow and for whatever reason,
Earth sits at the top of Mother Nature's list.
And everything else below it She considers insignificant.
Have you ever noticed it?
You haven't?
Even those less selfish have notice this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let me trust you,

Let me trust you,
Let me trust you,
Just the movement is so clear,
There is a great movement on earth,
I observe and learnt that man is on a hard journey,
Seem's we trod in great tribulation on earth,

Since man whilst alive is able to trust the self,
Most just kill and burst,
Some are just not a perfected example as they claim to be,
Let me trust you bit by bit that I may grow,
Growth is coming from Trust,
Love will increase with timing,
Let me trust just more and more,
That we may climb that ladder is to see that Heavenly.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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