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A Return To A Natural Gait

I stopped the biting of my lips,
When my cheeks began to get sore...
From the turning of them,
From one to the other.
With a feeling that my neck,
Had been exercised enough.

And in the doing of such,
I've learned so much...
About the having of unappreciated patience.
And toes crushed from being stepped on.
Some believed I had added swagger to my walk.
Not true.
I was in the process of healing a foot.

Biting lips, turned cheeks and crushed toes...
Eventually have their way,
Of opening a mouth kept closed.
To announce in intentional offensive ways,
Days that have ended a patience taken for granted.
And...
A return to a natural gait with a smoothened stride.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Biting Those Lips

Why are you biting your lips?

'I am practicing.'

So you are learning to keep your mouth shut?

'I said I was 'practicing'.
And as far as keeping my mouth shut...
That is a learning process.
And I did say I was practicing.
I did not say I was learning anything...
Yet! '

Practice makes perfect,
You know?

'Who said anything about wanting to be perfect?
There are too many rehearsing that right now.
With questionable results I am sure will be delivered.
And I am practicing biting my lips,
In the event 'that' becomes a necessity.
And once that becomes discovered as one of my skills,
Well...
Only 'then' will I begin rehearsing perfection,
To overwhelm those disbelieving...
I have yet revealed another talent no one can deny.'

I see.
Well...
You keep biting those lips,
Okay?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angered Into A Raging Zone

I make attempts to walk away.
Even turning my head...
In other directions.
With the taking of deep breaths.
Biting into my lips and the squinting of eyes?
I've done it all it seems,
To maintain my dignity.
Hoping not to lose the grip,
That seems to be slipping away...
From my well deserved and earned pride.

HowEVER...
I can be angered into a raging zone,
I once had known...
In those times when I had been unforgiving.
And when I am pushed to the limit,
To visit that place again...
By someone who has no idea I am being tempted.
I do the best I can to warn them...
How they are achieving...successfully,
To minimize my acquired patience.
But I've learned never to make promises I can not keep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kissing the Fang

Snake biting once biting dead
Snake biting twice biting life
Walking in the sorghum stalk
The oldest foe- the snake heard my feet
The snake raised the neck and hissed
As our eyes met at equilibrium
I stopped and drew my spear
The hateful send boiled to the brim
The brawl commenced I speared it back fatefully
The snake bitten my right feet fatefully
The biting bit me dead I fell down breathing not
The snake bitten my left feet again.
The biting bit me life I raised up breathing lively
The snake snaked away
The venom paralyzed me but
I giddily crawled after the snake
I gasped and kissed the snake fang
I spate the healing saliva in the snake wound
We departed in peace-indeed peace in death

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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A Day in the life of a Child

Cheeks dimpling
Two eyes gleam
Lips parting.
Baby's smiling.

Nose crinkling
Red mouth curls
Eyes are twinkling.
Baby's clowning.

Toes gripping
Two knees bend.
Feet are moving,
Baby's walking.

Mind wandering,
Gaze intense,
Brow is puckering,
Baby's 'pottying'

Lips smacking,
Two jaws race,
Cheeks are bulging,
Baby's eating.

Head bobbing,
Fingers twirl,
Knees are knocking,
Baby's dancing.

Eyes closing,
Two hands still.
Senses dozing,
Ssssh - Baby's sleeping.

poem by Fay Slimm
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Painting Jealousy

Her lips spell his name...
her cheeks, his smile.
Her tender glance reflects his soul,
as though his shadow made her whole.
I tried to paint her silent lips
till it clamored out his name.
And when I tried to sketch her cheeks...
I saw his smile, it's all the same.
Yet when I tried to paint her eyes,
in my canvas it's his face.
And so I stopped painting her,
and stopped loving her as well.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Beauty on a Winters Night

On a crispy winters night
hazy mist obstructs my sight
The biting frost tingles my toes
A scent of sweet perfume was lingering close
Gentle footsteps I began to hear
The thickened mist started to clear
Then like an angel sent down from heaven
Her radiance already began to beckon
As she got closer I could only describe
The most beautiful image to meet my eye
Glittering lips that tint with glow
A fair complexion as white as snow
A radiant shine her warm rosy cheeks
My heart starts pounding as our eyes meet
Caring bright eyes full emotion
Starry and blue as deep as the ocean
Silky hair, sculptured cheek bone
She walked with a style all of her own
A desirable beauty a treasured sight
That stole my heart and walked into the night

poem by Nic Hillen
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Biting Bullets

Dont you wonder
Is anyone that strong
It takes me under
Believing what Im seeing
I get so tired of watching friends go down
The hungry tiger for all who never began
Biting bullets
Biting the clouds
Biting bullets
Biting the clouds
I saw the show
Shaking all the babies
Should I believe the parade of clever lies
Shadow of light in the shadow of death
There is no difference to all who never began
There was a time
There was a way to live
And its no secret
That it wont come back again
I lose myself like anybody else
But Im not so strong to make it in the end
I need some answers when the day comes crashing down
cause its all over when theres no one to be found

song performed by by INXS
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Bianca

Her cheeks are hot, her cheeks are white;
The white girl hardly breathes to-night,
So faint the pulses come and go,
That waken to a smouldering glow
The morbid faintness of her white.

What drowsing heats of sense, desire
Longing and languorous, the fire
Of what white ashes, subtly mesh
The fascination of her flesh
Into a breathing web of fire?

Only her eyes, only her mouth,
Live, in the agony of drouth,
Athirst for that which may not be:
The desert of virginity
Aches in the hotness of her mouth.

I take her hands into my hands,
Silently, and she understands;
I set my lips upon her lips;
Shuddering to her finger-tips
She strains my hands within her hands.

I set my lips on hers; they close
Into a false and phantom rose;
Upon her thirsting lips I rain
A flood of kisses, and in vain;
Her lips inexorably close.

Through her closed lips that cling to mine,
Her hands that hold me and entwine,
Her body that abondoned lies,
Rigid with sterile ecstasies,
A shiver knits her flesh to mine.

Life sucks into a mist remote
Her fainting lips, her throbbing throat;
Her lips that open to my lips,
And, hot against her finger-tips,
The pulses leaping in her throat.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Do You Want This?

'Do you want this?
Come and get it.'

I slept with dreams.
And awakened as if they existed.
I awakened as if...
In my hands I held them.
To realize and never to let them drift.

'You want this?
What makes you think,
It will be made easy...
For you to touch and get.'

And I began to taste my dreams,
To me fed on a daily basis.
Years of impatience I knew too well.
Rushing to succeed...
Had me stumbling to fall.
I hated being teased.

'Do you or do you 'not' want this?
How else do you expect to get it? '

I could not shut that voice within up.
It seemed to taunt and I was beginning to have enough.
And then...
A process began within me slow.
Although my dreams and wishes would not let me go.
They were there holding onto me too tightly.

Slowly I began to seek teachings needed.
Gritting my teeth to qualify my desires.
And then one day I did awaken validated.
Feeling with a patience quite surprised.
And accepting what I had not realized.

'You want this? '

Yes.
Yes, I do.
I feel I am ready.
And I've got patience too.

'Good for you.
Now...
Just with a few more steps taken,
All that you wish...
Will eventually come true for you to exist.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does The Word 'Fool' Appear Anywhere On My Forehead?

My toes hurt,
From your conscious stepping upon them.
Do I forget a pain you intentionally inflicted?
Do I forgive with a letting go?
Do I keep turning my cheeks,
Until each becomes tenderized?

Will the natural color return to my eyes...
After going through crying spells,
And different shades of sorrow?

Will my urge to jump from a ledge...
Motivate you to pledge loyalty to me?
And to what degree?

I doubt any of this.
Just like I doubt your attacks on my integrity,
Was something you did not intend!

Does the word 'fool' appear anywhere on my forehead?

~No!
No it doesn't.
But I will be sure it becomes branded on mine! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: A Bit of Patience

A bit of patience works out miracles;
A bit of patience puts off arguments;
A bit of patience problems well tackles;
A bit of patience preserves monuments.

A bit of patience can avoid hatred;
A bit of patience cools one’s anger off;
A bit of patience marks well good kindred;
A bit of patience makes many to laugh.

A bit of patience keeps good friends at peace;
A bit of patience can avoid big wars;
A bit of patience can jealousy cease;
A bit of patience can avoid big scars.

A bit of patience gives good advantage;
A bit of patience is good heritage.

poem by John Celes
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The fetish object

He told me that he liked me for my lips.
I didn’t know then he liked only my lips
Nor did I know that he would not indulge
In any act other than kissing lips.
What I found erotic turned repugnance.
What I pandered turned to be an ordeal.
He not handling but my lips in bed,
I soon cringed at his approach itself.
My lips have become to him a fetish object.
I regret having got married to him.
The want of spontaneity and variety
Have put me in cold storage,
My lips being sore and body burning.
09.11.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Back and Forth...Back and Forth!

Once it is determined,
A person has a 'special' rendition of life?
You know...
Someone 'we' may believe has a party going on...
In their heads.
And it is a private party?

It is sometimes better,
To pretend we hear the melody.
Especially if a desire is shown,
To communicate with us.
From wherever they may be 'inside'.
With all of the activity no one can hear outside.
But suspects 'something inside' occupies!
Although nothing may OR may not be there at all.

And we wish not to take chances and offend?
So we begin to keep our lips closed and nod our heads.
Hoping, eventually, a toleration overcomes us.

We begin to pat our feet.
And shake our heads slowly from side to side.
With eyes fixed we do this...
Wanting not to be noticed.

Slowly we begin...
Back and forth...back and forth.
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Back and forth...back and forth
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.

Keeping up with this sustained movement.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
Agreeing...
But not understanding,
What it is we agree with.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '

Back and forth...back and forth,
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Keeping up with a sustained beat.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '

And miraculously,
As if that Excedrin headache suddenly goes...
We find our minds in an accepted peace.
Numbed!
Yet peaceful.
And so proud we are,
We have kept our patience!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray

Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray,
But bid for, Patience is! Patience who asks
Wants war, wants wounds; weary his times, his tasks;
To do without, take tosses, and obey.
Rare patience roots in these, and, these away,
Nowhere. Natural heart's ivy, Patience masks
Our ruins of wrecked past purpose. There she basks
Purple eyes and seas of liquid leaves all day.

We hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills
To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills
Of us we do bid God bend to him even so.
And where is he who more and more distils
Delicious kindness?—He is patient. Patience fills
His crisp combs, and that comes those ways we know.

poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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On Being Patient

Patient persons seldom lose;
Winning always seems their forte;
Time may not be on their side;
But in life, there’s no defeat!

Patience is a virtuous trait –
Key to success in all fields;
Though the odds are very great,
God is always on their side!

Patience makes a brave heart calm;
Tussles end in glorious ways;
Struggles seem simply trivial;
Battles end victoriously!

Patient men can earn a lot;
Patience gives an edge to all;
Patience turns the tide of things;
Patience brings expected ends.

Patience fountain rises high,
Baffling people’s minds and hearts;
Patience comes by sustained toil,
Bringing cheers to all who seek!

A patient soul unnerves foes;
None can take him for granted;
Life is rosy till the end;
Charm of patience grows always!

poem by John Celes
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When The Limits To Patience Diminish To None

When a patience known,
Had been unconditionally given...
With an administering to those,
To meet their requests met to be shown.
And people with their heightened expectations,
Can not be satisfied to set aside their undue selfishness.
To forget or not acknowledge to abide,
How patience becomes developed to give in the first place.
With a dismissing of it to believe it will never be erased.
And then one day...
That day many find hard to face,
All of the patience given comes to an end.
Never to be taken for granted again.
When all of those praying with a begging done.
With kept beliefs a giving of patience should to them come,
Become stunned.
When the limits of patience diminish to none.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shallow Days...

well, there are
shallow days, nothing deep

something for my
feet,

above me the sun
one and only one sun

just the sun and my head
and the shallow waters
on my toes

and the noon time walk
when everyone is as usual

having lunch, and
my toes get wet and i

am making meanings
on the shallow waters

the body in the middle of
this air, the hands are like

eagles flying. the fingers are
turning into feathers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Patience Rules

I am told that idea rules the world
The real ruler is patience
Patience owns the plannet
The child of patience is idea
Without patience idea is aborted

Patience rules the world
Patience is gradual and steady
Yet it always leads to victory
Although the snail has neither hand nor leg
Patiently its destinations are reached

Nothing can be attained without patience
It is with patience
That snake climbs coconut trees
An ant invested firewood
Is fetched vide patience

Patience is profitable
Whatever you desire in life
Let patience be your watchword
Only the patient can milk lionness
Kingship is attained through patience
Royal crown is perfectly fitted by it

Hurray! patience is the champion
Patience is it!

poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Man's best companion

Patience is the greatest weapon of man
By exercising patience
Every enduring task is accomplished
Patience is a kind of worship
It is a great service to God
When everyone deserts him
It is his patience that stands by him
In happiness patience prevents him From going astray
In his sorrow patience saves him
From being rigid to God
Patience is his best companion
Through thick and thin.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Tulsa Turnaround

Oh Lord I wish I had never been sto-oned
'Cause when I get high I can't leave the women alone
Omaha Sherriff and his broad gettin' ready for slaughter
Their lookin' for the man that turned on the mayor's daughter
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing
Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing
She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love - y'a-all
Five miles of road between me and my house
A rosy-throat sherriff and his deputy trackin' me down
Well I wish I was back at Bacon, takin' it easy
But if a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's got to be greasy
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thi-ing
Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her si-ing
She said that monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love - y'a-all
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing
Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her si-ing
She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love - y'a-all

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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