An Adaption to Personality
How to best beat an opponent,
At their own game you had not intended to play?
I don't know about you.
But I would approach 'that' this way:
You must descend from heights secretly achieved.
Slowly this is done.
With the assistance of a full Moon and twinkling stars.
Wait for a clear night to come.
And glowing behind your majestic descent...
Employ the use of magnificent hues.
Brilliant in assorted colors.
And glowing softly upon their eyes.
And as you are witnessed to land upon the Earth,
Floating upon your own internal energy externalized...
Call each one of those who slandered you viciously,
By first and last name.
Let everyone realize you are familiar,
And within touch.
Showing those with their mouths open,
You are not above displaying humility!
Even though the act of it may pinch a nerve or two.
Yet proving you are accessible to anyone,
You do...
By means of the most basic entrances you have chosen.
Knowing,
You have no intentions to shock or overwhelm.
It is just an adaption to personality,
Most folks find difficult to accept.
And you have come to provide an alternate motivation.
No one has to respect.
However...
The 'effect' will leave your opponent with few excuses to make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh! this opponent, this collaborator against your will, whose notion of beauty always differs from yours and whose means are often too limited for active assistance to your intentions!
quote by Alexander Alekhine
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The Opponent Chosen
It has to come as a disappointment,
To carefully pick an opponent...
Who is perceived to be unaware of it.
But proves more than worthy,
For any challenge presented.
To then expose capabilities unknown.
And...
Without hesitation,
The opponent chosen...
Reveals with acknowledgement,
Of having a desire to be the one picked.
This has to come as a disappointment?
'For who?
The opponent chosen,
Who sat and waited patiently?
Or the one believing the task to be easy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is 'It' That Keeps This
Azure is the color of the clear sky.
And I wonder what in the atmosphere,
Keeps it blue like this...
And when the Sun comes to set,
The blue leaves on the horizon...
With magnificent hues,
That takes away breaths.
And when the moon is full,
At night with stars twinkling bright...
A quietness seems to hush,
All that the Sun rises to rush to us...
At dawn to bring daylight,
Silently with a gentle touch.
Many observing in the morning,
Have come to love so much this touch!
What is 'it' that keeps this,
So fresh and renewed?
What is 'it' that keeps this,
As if to gift me and you!
Azure is the color of the clear sky.
And I wonder what in the atmosphere,
Keeps it blue like this...
And when the Sun comes to set,
The blue leaves on the horizon...
With magnificent hues,
That takes away breaths.
What is 'it' that keeps this,
So fresh and renewed?
What is 'it' that keeps this,
As if to gift me and you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Touch
Touch
One touch, spark, electricity
Flame burns hot and viciously
Microscopic, glittery
Catalystic energy
Time need glow so flickery
Scintillation, glittering
Ember, heat, so viciously
Pulsing flow
Electricity
(Touch)
Theres an energy
Washing chemically over me
I cant take it anymore
Like my destiny
Running endlessly over me
Youre the one Im waiting for
(Touch)
You know that we are the sun and the moon, the stars
Every time we touch
You know that we are the light
And the universe has been changed because we touched
Our sun flash so brilliantly
Incandescent energy
White hot luminosity
Phosphorus intensity
Radiate so vividly
Beam of light transmitting a
wave of Glowing, glimmery, shining flash
Every time we touch
Theres an energy
Washing chemically over me
I cant take it anymore
Like my destiny
Running endlessly over me
Youre the one Im waiting for
(Touch)
You know that we are the sun and the moon, the stars
Every time we touch
You know that we are the light
And the universe has been changed because we touched
One touch, spark, electricity
Flame burns hot and viciously
Microscopic, glittery
Catalystic energy
Time need glow so flickery
Scintillation, glittering
Ember, heat, so viciously
Pulsing flow
Electricity
(Touch)
(Touch)
Theres an energy
Washing chemically over me
I cant take it anymore
I cant take it anymore
Theres an energy
Washing chemically over me
I cant take it anymore
Like my destiny
Running endlessly over me
Youre the one Im waiting for
(Touch)
You know that we are the sun and the moon, the stars
Every time we touch
You know that we are the light
And the universe has been changed because we touched
Theres an energy
Washing chemically over me
I cant take it anymore
Like my destiny
Running endlessly over me
Youre the one Im waiting for
I know that we are the sun and the moon, the stars
Every time we touch
You know that we are the light
And the universe has been changed because we touched
Our sun flash so brilliantly
Incandescent energy
White hot luminosity
Phosphorus intensity
Radiate so vividly
Beam of light transmitting a
wave of Glowing, glimmery, shining flash
Every time we touch
(Electricity)
(Touch)
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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I wait for the night
I wait for the night
To see the dark sky
Embedded
With twinkling stars
The cool moon
Showering soothing light
I wait for the night
To cuddle in the bed
Under a soft blanket
Close my eyes
Forget the tiredness
Restore my energy
I wait for the night
To have a sound sleep
See sweet dreams
Spent the night
In the land of fairies
I wait for the night
To ask myself
What wrong
I did in the day
To promise myself
Not to repeat it
The next day
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Best Among The Best
I laid down upon the shore of my bed,
and dreamed of a world i set ablazed.
I heard the great shouting and roaring of my name,
as i kept playing the beautiful round leather game.
The electrifying emotion on the pitch,
and the extraordinary feeling off the pitch,
Made me the best.
Even when faced with a hard test,
i had no option than victory,
cos wen am on the pitch, i cause my opponent misery.
The smooth texture of the grasses,
brought me happiness from the masses.
The joy of winning every match,
brought even more tougher opponent attach.
Every game had something to play for,
and when i don't get a chance to play, makes me bore.
Hearing the screeming of my name from the fans,
only makes my opponent feel banes.
I just want to tell the whole world,
that i am the best in everything i does in the world.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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No One Is Ever Sure
There are those who seek assistance,
To help them make up their minds.
They want to be sure any decision they make,
Will be approved and be just fine.
These folks wouldn't provoke a roach.
And would make a sandwich for a mouse!
But as a companion with an opinion...
No one is ever sure what comes out of their mouths.
Is it something they believe and think?
Or if it comes from someone else,
Who gave it to them to toss about?
Or did it sit to marinade...
In preparation before it came out!
And some of them call themselves friends.
But who could ever depend on them?
Everything they said would be scutinized and questioned.
And folks like these,
Would find it difficult to put another's mind at ease!
Especially if they are not in their own most of the time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Game
On such an occasion,
Why do I say: 'Not Today'?
I don't refuse to play
But I don't like your game,
Isn't that clear?
The climate is not ready
When the conditions are only
That I accept the weather your way!
Forgive me if I don't accept
Your invitation to another round
But I would soon tear
The sticky net down
For it makes anything
To have two sides,
Attractive only to spiders and flies
And I want that curtain between us
Definitely to fall...
If it is up to me,
Boldly, I would drop
That invisible wall
And get rid of the nuisance
Once and for all...
It is as if I have an opponent
Serving me ball after ball
But I won't return them,
I want a recall! ...
I don't wish to continue the game,
The ball has dropped in my court, I see!
Do you wish me to throw it back?
And begin the same game again?
Yes, I may be a poor sportsman
But I am very bored
And I will not play this game
The same way anymore...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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I am an opponent of Saddam Hussein, but an opponent also, of the sanctions that have killed a million Iraqi children and an opponent of the United States' apparent desire to plunge the Middle East into a new and devastating war.
quote by George Galloway
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Any Other Time
I remember there was a time,
I found it easy to do things controversial.
With a doing to offend those...
Politically correct and doing their best,
To have themselves perceived...
As having proper etiquette.
Upholding standards that were then valued.
Today my maverick ways are so passe they bore.
Even today a great leader can pretend to debate,
But then again appear to snore.
While he lets his opponent win,
When any other time this same opponent...
Would find himself ignored.
'Why do you think he allowed that to happen? '
People are already aware of his skills and abilities.
I think he made it understood by all...
Just how effective his opponent will be as a leader.
'Do you think it was a new strategy? '
No, not really.
I just think the President felt he would use the time,
To get some sleep!
'Do you think the next debate will be any different? '
Well, that depends.
'On what? '
If the opponent decides to appear,
Without the need to play charades.
Or disguise in yet another masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Depends On The Situation
In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.
And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Trumpet
Rise up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night's lovers -
Scatter it, scatter it!
While you are listening
To the clear horn,
Forget, men, everything
On this earth newborn,
Except that it is lovelier
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To the old wars;
Arise, arise!
poem by Edward Thomas
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If Heaven Could Wait
If Heaven Could Wait by Kenny Davis
If heaven could wait
If only for a year
If only, but a slight moment longer
One chance more to hold her near
If heaven could only wait
If only just for a night
That my eyes may have a chance at one last glance
At her beauty once more in the moonlight
If heaven could only wait
If only for one last sunrise
A moment to gaze upon the majestic horizon
As the sun glistens from her eyes
If heaven could only wait
If only for an hour
Time to hold her tight
Before a time spent without her
Lord, why would you bless me with a love like this
Only to have it taken away
Can I please just have this one moment longer?
Oh, if heaven could only wait
If heaven could only wait
All I simply ask for is time
For the man who is blessed to have her heart
And for the woman proudly holding mine
Is it possible for heaven to wait?
If only for, but a season
One last chance to cherish moments with her
Please allow me this minute more within reason
Lord, please understand
Leaving her so soon, is very hard
To call up my soul from hers
Would cause me to shed heartbroken tears from the stars
Can Heaven have a time to wait?
To avoid this momentary hurt
Although I would love nothing more than to be with you Lord
She is, but my only tie here to this Earth.
After all of this pain, all of this time
I have finally found the one you have made for me
You have divinely favored me to find true love here on Earth
Only to tell me now I must leave?
If heaven could only wait
Long enough to have one last cry
As I look into her eyes, as we say our last goodbyes
Before you call me in the sky
It’s hard to say such things as this
When being with her and God means so much
I would die to be with both of them
From them, I would die for one last touch
© August 2011 k.davis
poem by Kenneth Davis
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Night Secrets
Night Secrets…
No more my aching heart
As you sleep silent in my breast
Awakening in the night
I await your sweet caress
My aching, barren arms in vain
So many times I've wept
At night upon my pillow
While in my bed I slept
Night secrets in the darkness
Like dark, murky shadows
That linger in the night
The rain softly whispers
Through the wind and trees
Carrying my secrets
To the moon shining bright
Secrets kept deep within my heart
They whisper in the night
No one else may listen
There's no one else in sight
They echo through the evening
Those things I cannot share
My secrets whispering in the darkness
Like a breeze fluttering through air
Until then…
I'll wait my love
For your soft, caressing touch
With the stars softly glowing
Through the window in my room
I lie quietly in my bed
With the shadows of the night
Whispers flow in the breeze
Sending them gently to the moon
Until then…
I'll wait til you come again
When I can softly whisper in your ear
Those secrets that I carry
Sharing secrets...
With the one I love so dear
Until then I'll wait...
For my heart belongs to only you
poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
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Get Away From Me
Let me help you find some clarity.
In terms of my personality...
And why you say others,
May get upset with me!
First let's eliminate what others say.
I am discussing this with you.
I could care less what others say,
And/or do!
If I've given you my respect and attention.
And I have given you no reason to doubt my word.
Don't show me that you have taken me for granted.
Don't allow yourself to get on my last nerve.
When that is done,
I become someone else.
I show a side that comes out of hiding.
I've been called a monster by those who have seen it.
Those who say I am two faced and crazed.
But I respect myself and that I show to others.
And take pride in what I do,
Like others should too.
I don't collect excuses and alibis to make.
And those who do,
I consider fake!
So without further explanation,
Let me make to you this declaration.
You have no more time,
To waste that of mine!
Now...
Have I made myself clear?
I hope so!
'Yeah...
But everybody else,
Don't make such a big stink about me being late!
And everytime I was late or didn't show up for a date,
I gave you a call! '
And every year I have known you...
Which has been over twenty five.
You have managed to use excuses,
And have told me some of the biggest lies!
And if you had respected me at all...
You would not have found it easy to make excuses.
Or bothered to lie in any of those calls.
And everyone else who accepts that from you...
Didn't receive this patience I am giving.
Or that 'monster' getting ready to chew and spew!
You know why?
'No!
Why? '
I'm giving you the opportunity,
To get away from me as fast as you can!
You see my chest?
And how I'm taking deep breaths?
The monster comes!
You better prepare to run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Over
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your insistence that your opponent,
Has weaknesses you have capabilities to defeat...
Needs nore evidence,
Than those strategies used...
Produced to see you the one getting beat.
Huddling with neighbors and friends...
As well as family members,
Who have expressed their doubts...
Knowing your preference to embellish,
Have already signalled...
They believe you undeserving of more time outs.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your tactics to delay your removal from the field,
Only yields to your embarrassment...
And yet you wish to keep your deceit concealed.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your GAME...
Is OVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Would Be Devastating
How is he preparing for the next debate?
'That's hard for us to determine,
As of this date.'
Why?
'Well...
He's great during our practice sessions.
To make sure the public is informed.
But somehow he is still not convinced,
That eliminating the facts to use against his opponent...
Is not the way to win.'
What do you think is behind his strategy?
'We have no clue.
But hopefully he will realize...
The people have become fantasized,
By the image his opponent presents.
And using the facts as truth to prove,
To the people they have been duped...
Is what he has to do! '
I wonder if it would be to his benefit,
If he chose to expose to the people...
He was fluent in the speaking of Chinese?
And if he is not re-elected...
The Chinese will demand immediate payment,
Of those trillions of dollars...
They have invested in keeping us all delusioned.
'We have already suggested that.
But during the last conference we had with Big Bird,
A different tactic is guaranteed to awaken all the people.
You see...
The opponent has no idea,
How powerful Sesame Street really is.'
You don't think he is prepared to use Big Bird's recommendations,
As his secret weapon?
'Not only do I think he is going to use Big Bird.
But the entire cast of Sesame Street.'
That would be devastating for any opponent,
If he decided to do so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Battle
I've entered the ring and I'm ready to fight
I'll need all my strength, and I'll need all my might.
The opponent is big, and so very strong.
To win seems impossible. This may not last long.
In a tension filled room the bell rang aloud.
My family was yelling; "Win. Make us proud."
My opponent came quickly over to me.
He was big and strong, and I wanted to flee.
He hit me so hard that I fell to the floor.
I lay hearing the count, … 1….2….3….4.
Should I try to get up, or stay down and wait?
The count kept on going, 23256 5….6….7….8.
Then piercing my soul came a voice to my ear;
"Son, reach out to me. We can win. I am here.
It hurts Me to see you in such agony.
You are my child, and are precious to me."
Tears came to my eyes, and new strength to each glove.
I knew that the voice was my God, from above.
I jumped to my feet just before the count ten,
Committed to never be knocked down again.
With the Lord in my corner, the opponent looked small,
My opponent's not man, but drugs and alcohol.
Though he's determined, defeat is my vow,
He trembles with fear, because God's with me now.
The fight is not over, but my foe's on the run.
A fight that seemed hopeless is soon to be won.
With the Lord on our side every battle we'll win
With victory assured when we turn to Him.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Moon Moon
When Moon Moon says
In case of me
To be a quite poet is possible
In addition, I have to be a cool.
When Moon Moon says
The days have to face
Good ways
To begin its first hour
To get its special power.
When Moon Moon says
I cannot hear anybody’s voice
When Moon Moon says
I can realize my age
To do something better
Not caring any matter.
When Moon Moon says
I can guess
She says something special
Those are needed for all.
When Moon Moon says
I have to face
Some case in any case.
When Moon Moon says
Sometimes, no case can be found
Without she says, like
“Hi! How are you
For the few
With your near dear
Are there any tears in your eyes?
When she says…”
Man can be silent
Ocean can be island
He can be brilliant
Even
You can be toys
When Moon Moon says.
When Moon Moon says
All guys are nice
To play with their lives.
When Moon Moon says
Everything seems to us
Like a touch
Of heart,
And
That is a part
Of our life
To survive.
When Moon Moon says
Man pays attention much
Because, what she says, is a touch.
If Moon Moon doesn’t say anything
Then for her not saying
All will be dying.
When she stops saying
Everything seems to me lying.
When she will say
I may
Wait for her
Than other
For sine-dine
Even until I die.
poem by Manir Hossain
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Howling At The Moon
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ships are docking planes are landing
A never ending supply
No more narco no more gangster
Conservatives can cry
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
It was glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing in the dark
It was sparkling, sparkling, sparkling, sparkling in the dark
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Winter turns to summer sadness turns to fun
Keep the faith, baby you broke the rules and won
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Keep it glowing, glowing, glowing
I'm not hurting any one keep it glowing, smoking, glowing
I'm howling at the moon
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Oh baby oh baby oh baby oh baby
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
I'm smoking, baby
I'm smoking, oh baby
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
song performed by by Ramones
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