A Value Attached to Match a Compensation
My total being is within.
Not without as you may suspect.
You may believe I should reflect worth.
With a value attached to match a compensation.
My total being is within.
Not without as you may suspect.
You may believe I should reflect worth.
With a value attached to match a compensation.
I am compensated.
But beyond a value you would never be able to designate.
My total being is within not without as you may suspect.
With a value attached to match a compensation.
Even I am unaware of the depth of my treasures.
As long as I know they are there...
My concerns I keep at a minimum.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is this just to say
'Shall I be gone long?
Forever and a day.
Where will I go?
Ask my song.'
The sweet cold plums
in the ice-box
were no compensation
for the note attached there
by the adulterer.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Blame Your Baby's Mama
You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.
Oh you're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.
But you blame your baby's mama.
And she's tired of your drama.
Yes!
You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.
But you blame your baby's mama.
And she's tired of your...
DRAMA.
You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.
You are afflicted,
To dump on your baby's mama.
You're a kid afflicted.
Bringing her nothing,
But all of your drama.
You're afflicted,
To dump on your baby's mama.
As if she wishes,
Not a man...
But a boy of high drama.
You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
You're afflicted,
To dump on your baby's mama.
As if she wishes,
Not a man...
But a boy of high drama.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Would Be My Compensation?
And what would be my compensation?
For applying your constant aggrevation,
Towards years of my devoted dedication.
Now that you have discovered...
My qualifications.
Would you like I should dismiss...
The hurting lies uttered,
From your deceiving lips?
And what would be my compensation?
For a forgiveness through tears,
I tried but gave.
Throughout character assassinations,
And slanderous comments from you that were made.
Taking my friends...
And turning family members into foes.
These are just but a few,
Of those evil things done you have exposed.
And what would be my compensation?
To save you from your own degradation.
Now that you realize,
Your own lies have betrayed.
You swim with those who used you as a tool...
In a quagmire you allowed and self righteously made.
And what would be my compensation?
Since where you are...
Has delighted my fascination!
And I am neither judgemental,
Or easily pleased.
Observing you on your knees pleading,
Does absolutely nothing for me.
I've done that myself much better...
Too many times before!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Total Breakdown
Total breakdown.
In respect.
Total breakdown.
In discipline one should get.
Total breakdown.
Of relationships.
Keeping one happy and safe...
Would be a miracle to escape,
Any cracks appearing in it.
Total breakdown.
Of societies!
Without outside interference,
To proclaim how they should or should not be.
Total breakdown.
Witnessed in mentalities.
And bad diets can be the reason.
Bad diets can account for most of these.
Total breakdown.
Complete.
With few left to mend,
The inefficiencies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A coach can only teach.
A coach is not a match to his players.
Stamina matters.
A teacher cannot match his students;
Memory matters.
A preacher cannot match his disciples;
Staunchness matters.
A husband cannot match his cuckold;
Curiosity matters.
Can a ladder match the climber?
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marathon
It will be there to become exhausted,
Until the fumes of it has gone.
And I am freed of this marathon,
That holds me captive...
As if I am assisting it,
With unlimited patience.
And delighted I am,
I have been selected...
For it to use to satisfy,
This equal match.
That has been attached,
Like soul-mated lovers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Strings Attached
By the time most have decided,
To appreciate what to them comes...
Without strings attached,
It has already been enjoyed by someone,
Not examining in hesitation...
Discussing how it is wrapped.
And the color of it to match expectations,
To ensure what is given provides benefits.
And then to protest what has been given,
Is too limited to suit one's preference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The stark and inescapable fact is that today we cannot defend our society by war since total war is total destruction, and if war is used as an instrument of policy, eventually we will have total war.
quote by Lester B. Pearson
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Childhood Expression (little children should be seen not heard, etc)
You do not understand the shame
Attached to such a simple crime -
I always get the total blame
For what I've done, time after time.
Just to express myself is wrong,
Whether out loud or in a rhyme -
They will not tolerate my song,
They will not let me play their game.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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You've Attached Yourself to Me
You've attached yourself to me.
For purposes you choose to keep...
Discreet and secret.
And unconfessed.
As if to suggest...
Your intentions are nothing more,
Than to deceive with an intent...
I will come to disbelieve,
This is not the intention meant.
You asked how I would feel,
If from you I became detached?
You've attached yourself to me.
My peace of mind from me will not leave.
Since you had nothing to do with that!
Remember...
You've attached yourself to 'me'?
And I'm too honest with myself,
Not to recognize...
Manipulations that arrive,
With lies expressed in clouded eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suspicion minded men and women suffer in life
Suspicion minded men and women suffer in life,
Suspect is an incurable disease of mind,
There is no medicine for such patients to find,
It is the worst septic of mind to husband and wife,
Broad minded people always live a life of gay,
In any society or family suspect has no respect,
Many families have been divided by suspect,
Suspect brings in us impurity of mind day by day,
Suspected husband and wife doubt one another,
They will have no peace of mind time to time at all,
Husband must not doubt to his wife if she talks to other,
She too may not doubt if he talks with a girl in any hall,
The couple of good character will never bother,
Suspect divides the hearts and builds a hatred wall.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Much Deeper Than What Is Shown
There are layers of living one's life,
Complex.
That will not be easy to peel away to reveal...
What has been lived as one might suspect!
To scratch beneath a crust thought thin,
With a hope to match,
A few moments given...
To a belief thought easy to satisfy,
A curiosity to probe and pry...
Can not be applied!
Not to this specimen...
Thought to be light,
Of a wind...
One can stand against and defend.
There are layers of living one's life,
Complex.
That will not be easy to peel away to reveal...
What has been lived as one might suspect!
That which appears to sit alone as stone...
May show what's on a surface,
Something much deeper.
Much deeper...
Than what is shown!
Deeper, deeper still...
Than what is believed to be known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I suspect there have been a number of conspiracies that never were described or leaked out. But I suspect none of the magnitude and sweep of Watergate.
quote by Bob Woodward
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To You I Am Attached
To you I am attached
and our love is never only common,
it becomes something that never does lapse,
it expels the great longing
and sometimes its intensity scares me
when continually you look more beautiful.
To you I am attached
and our love is never only common,
it's much deeper than any other yearning,
when you look at me with sunshine glances
you do look really glamorous
and to me you are of critical importance;
to you I am attached
and our love is never only common.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Total Control
(m. davis, j. jourard)
Producer: carter
Album: we are the world (usa for africa)(85), the collected recordings (94)
Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you
Maybe even you
Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dreams too sweet
I cant do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Street wet tonight, lovers touch
Its pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Id sell my soul for total control
Over you, over you
Total control over you
song performed by by Tina Turner
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As the spokes of a wheel are attached to the hub, so all things are attached to life.
A Diploma
Today, a diploma was placed in a graduate's hand,
Surely, it must of felt worthy and so grand.
A significant document with a school seal attached,
Brought back memories of a similar match.
A clear vision that I can readily see
Of a time when a diploma was handed to me.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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