Aloof, Cool And Haughty
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.
AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.
Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soul Dance
I will dance with you
It will be the dance of my soul
I will be open and honest
Show you my inner being
I will trust you
Take you to places in my soul that have been broken and restored
Places that cause pain and healing
Places that have hated and loved
Places I have forgotten and remembered
Places I have not visited in a long time and places I go every day
I will dance with you the dance of my soul
And feel your soul dance with mine to those same places in yours
poem by Mandi Ducroq
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Ignoring The Increase Of Its Presence
In places where evil is kept practiced,
It takes one to find ways...
To ensure it is always distracted.
Approaching evil with righteousness,
Interpreted as giving it empathy...
Will leave one feeding into it.
Being observant to its effects,
Seems to be the best remedy...
In keeping one step ahead of it.
Pretending it does not exist,
Gives evil reason...
To deliver more of it to sit to go undenied.
Evil seems to reside comfortably,
In those places where people try...
Ignoring the increase of its presence.
Approaching evil with righteousness,
Interpreted as giving it empathy...
Will leave one feeding into it,
In those places where evil is kept practiced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Made the Decision
Why do people leave,
From places once felt comfortable?
Someone made the decision,
To perceive themselves...
The end result of another's happiness.
And with a growing obnoxiousness,
Believed they could well afford...
Began to ruin the atmosphere.
And those who 'had' enjoyed it once,
Made it clear...
They could easily take away with them,
A peace of mind no one had bought.
Or sought to provide its growth to share.
That's why people leave,
From places once felt comfortable.
And that is why so many grieve,
When they believe what was done to please...
Has eventually left them alone,
To entertain their own sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Did Those Places Go?
We walked the lanes,
swam the lakes
and met together for lunch-time breaks.
We turned our eyes,
searched the skies
and parted sadly with goodbyes.
Where did those places go?
We danced the waltzes,
listened to Strauss.
We raised the kids.
Then they up and left our house.
Where did those places go?
We picked the clover.
When it was over
we wondered where did all those places go?
Time took them away.
One by one they slipped through our hands.
We could not make them stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hospitals are places that you have to stay in for a long time, even if you are a visitor. Time doesn't seem to pass in the same way in hospitals as it does in other places. Time seems to almost not exist in the same way as it does in other places.
quote by Pedro Almodovar
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Places in the Heart
There are places in the heart,
that are still unmarred by
understanding -
those places that we have
kept hidden for so long
from all those prying eyes,
prowling in the darkness -
There are places in the heart,
filled with childhood memories
of laughter and joy,
hope and new beginnings,
those places that we revisit
secretly and tenderly,
those places that make us
feel alive again -
There are places in the heart
that know no boundaries,
no limitations, but unrestrained
happiness of a smiling child,
filled with wonder and love
for the world, feeling both
godlike and tiny, overtaken
by the invisible presence
that permeates the moon
and the countless stars -
There are places in the heart,
where life is filled with miracles
and questions lead to more
questions, prompted by infinite
curiosity and the desire to know
the essence of things,
there are places that only
you and I know,
those places that remind us
who we really are -
For we are the essence
of life's joy and discovery,
truth and beauty, love and
tenderness, that penetrates
the cracks of a fractured world,
we are those places in the heart
that know no end and no beginning,
but love and only love,
that sings through us like
warm summer rain.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Places
There are times when we think
of places where we grew up.
We moved away, then came back
to find some places were different
and others were not.
The ones that were different
we remember them as they were.
We hoped they would never change,
but time and progress
made sure that they did
and all we are left with
are memories of what once was.
poem by David Harris
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ominous Places
Ominous places,
With faces hard to leave...
Can,
Introduce a certain weakness...
Temptating to be pleased.
And...
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
Ominous places,
With faces hard to leave...
Can,
Introduce a certain weakness...
Temptating to be pleased.
And...
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
To be...
Left alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dreams of Un-forbidden
I used to dream
Dream of places with endless skies
Dream of places with high mountains
Dream of places with low clouds
Dream of the place I am living in
But nobody dares dream here
Here is the place
Where the men have no hope
Where woman walk without a soul
Where children’s laughter
No longer bounces off the walls
This is my home
And I have no shame
Even when I roam
To the places so hidden
I wish it to be the un-forbidden
poem by Jackie Emley
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Blowing Kisses
As incredulous as this may seem,
There are some places where people live...
Where the showing of disrespect,
And turning one's back on opportunities...
Is a teaching that is taught to others to perfection.
And in those places,
There are those who scheme...
To weaken those with credible influence,
Through the use of character assassination...
And the telling of the most fantastic of lies.
'You have a very creative mind.
When do you find the time to make this stuff up? '
It has to be a 'fluke'.
Or a dysfunction of some kind,
That interfers with my mental process.
Since where I live everyone is observed blowing kisses.
And those who refuse are murdered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Home
How do I find my way back?
I've strayed too far from home.
I've gone so many places
for so many days.
I've even been to Rome.
I have seen so many sights now.
It seems to me that somehow
that every place I've ever seen
were places in-between
from the place that is my home.
My search for brand new places
and all those other places
never filled the gap
as I crossed the map,
so far from my sweet home.
For I missed the landscape,
the place that I grew up in.
The old familiar faces
were not in the places I've been.
And now I must retrace my steps.
I've searched this world all over.
Too long I've been a rover.
I'll take a trip on back
for I'm on the wrong track.
I wonder what I'll find at my home?
Nothing seems the same now.
Familiarity has changed somehow,
except for the peace I feel around me.
'Cause in my memory I still can see
the place that is my home.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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There are places you never leave or maybe there are places that never abandon you.
Camelia Oprița in Appeal for Infinity (April 2007)
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The good father
This is the one who can not eat if his children do not eat
This is the who wear unexpensive clothes while his children wear expensive ones
This the one who sacrifice his problems for his children
This is the one who works every day for his children
This the one who can sleep outside the house while his children are inside
Are the children showing the appreciation to his efforts?
Are the children showing sense of appreciation about his love to them?
They show appreciation by writing poems for him
They show love by consoling him when he is in trouble
A good father should be innocent
A good father should act as a head of the family
A good father should give support to the family
The location known as Silityiwa has got such father
This father is known as Sonwabisile Lateta and he is “my” father
poem by Franklin Spetuxolo Lateta
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Digging In The Dirt
Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time its getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Cant go on like this too long
{chorus:}
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
Dont talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Dont say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Dont turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, thats the place it goes
[chorus]
Im digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt
[x7]
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Road home
As I drove through the day ,I thumbed through the past , remembering the good times and the bad times ,the highway
And the back roads, began to haunt me ,with places, that I left behind ,only Ghosts now ,the houses
Boarded up,silent now, where I remembered life, and sound ,strange feeling going back to places that I left behind,a feeling of calm closure ,as I drank from the cold spring, I could feel the cool wind whispering peace ,and the streams flowing time ,as I drove away from that cold mountain valley spring, ,the evening stars began to shine the twilight was setting in,and I began the road home
poem by Troy Harmon from Unknown (26 December 2023), translated by Troy Harmon
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To keep the Golden Rule we must put ourselves in other people's places, but to do that consists in and depends upon picturing ourselves in their places.
quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick
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None Compare
I have been to Georgia and Seattle
And these places are fun
Cool weather and fancy fellows
Who glanced at me more than once
I’ve seen some pretty face and amazing places
But none compare to you
The way you looked, the breath you took
The way we had so much fun
I’ve heard great speakers, listened smooth music every day of the week
Learnt new concepts, practice new skills but none compare
None impacts me the way you do when “babes “ rolls off your lips
poem by Joy Lovelet Crawford
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For Selma
In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York...
In places like
Chicago and New York
Kids say,
In places like
London and Paris...
In places like
London and Paris
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York...
poem by Langston Hughes
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To Validate A Feeling Felt Inside Themselves
A request to express an appreciation,
To motivate and inspire one who solicits this...
Places another in an awkward position.
Especially if the one solicited,
Hates to discourage...
With a response that is negative.
Flowery criticisms do not exist.
And if a critique is constructive,
What is suggested becomes misinterpreted.
The best advice I had ever been given,
Was to never ask for someone's opinion.
If I believed in a direction I followed,
Without fear of making mistakes...
Eventually I would learn on my own.
By researching that task I wanted to master...
As I developed a voice I alone grew to condone.
Some people are not willing to be that patient.
While others want to hear...
How great they are.
To validate a feeling felt inside themselves...
With a wish to have others,
Gaze upon them as if they were 'stars'.
And if that is the feeling already felt,
Nothing anyone says or recommends...
Will change what is already known within.
Many need to leave the feeding of their egos,
And just 'be' about what it is they choose to do!
If accolades come they come if they don't they don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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