As a Growth Process Continues
It is wonderful to feel,
Blessed beyond depiction.
And a sadness as well...
To know those one knew,
Have not traveled this path of clarity.
To be left behind,
As a growth process continues!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What A Growing Does
Long before I met you,
I was introduced to myself first.
And that meeting took awhile,
Before I felt a clarity.
With a clarity noticed I wanted to know.
And to let go of that which I did not need.
Now with clarity and identity intact,
I can understand...
Why today you say I've changed.
I have learned that's what a growing does.
And I hope that growth continues to show.
With a letting go of that which my mind does not feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If It Was Possible To Borrow Time
If it was possible to borrow,
Time from tomorrow...
I would fill every gap that lacked,
A happiness not felt today...
Full to overflowing.
If that was possible.
And I knew I could pursue it with a doing,
To be done.
And...
If it 'was' possible,
To be in debted to a sadness left behind...
I knew came from time to time,
To quickly erase from my mind debt free of it...
I'd be grinning from ear to ear.
Knowing I would not have to deal,
With something I'd never feel again.
Or think of it appearing on my path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Good Lord Blessed Me
Through my life many strange things
have happened to me.
From a lonely life I thought I would lead
the good Lord blessed me
with a wonderful wife.
He blessed me with friends
all around the world,
some of which I may never see.
From what I thought
might be a sad and lonely life
the good Lord blessed me
with thing I could only dream of.
From sadness he delivered me to my wife.
From loneliness he gave to me friends
far across the sea.
He enriched my life with treasures
only some can dream of.
The treasures were not of money,
but love of a wonderful kind.
He let me meet people
of every race, colour and creed.
Delivered me from evils
for which I may have fallen.
For the hurt the good Lord blessed me
with a helping hand
so that I can help others
when and if I can.
He blessed me with the written word
so I can write of comfort and joy.
Yes, the good Lord blessed me
with all these wonderful things.
14 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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With Each Plateau Reached
With each plateau reached,
A piece of one's life is left behind...
To seek,
A greater experience that leaves,
Someone or something regretted.
Someone or something felt neglected.
But growth is just what that is.
A growth seldom occurs,
Without shedding some tears.
And a grief that eventually teaches.
With a mission that continues,
To be personally journeyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Will Judge
I came upon a fork in the road
And I didn't know which path to take
Should I take the path most traveled upon
As that decision I just have to make.
So I ponder the decision for a while
Till an outcome came to my mind
I would take the one that was less traveled
And truthfully I still know not why.
I started my journey down that path
As down that road I began to walk
I then began to think the thoughts to myself
And also to myself I began to talk.
I came upon two men and a woman arguing
Screaming back and forth about hate and love
I bowed my head and then I walked away
And I said to them, one day GOD he will judge.
I walked down the road a little bit further
Then I noticed water upon the path
It formed a pond which became my mirror
Then I saw myself looking in, so I had to laugh.
I looked so sad and I look so confused
As at first I didn't think that it was me
But they say with age comes wisdom and sadness
So maybe that really was myself looking back at me.
I continued my journey down the path
Just seeing were it was going to take me next
Or will the road just end like how it began
So later in the day I might sit back and reflect.
I then came across some people stealing and fighting
While an innocent man was screaming that's enough
Then like cowards I saw them all just run away
Then I said to the innocent, one day GOD he will judge.
So I continued my journey down that path
Out of curiosity to see where It would take me then
But it took me back to that same fork in the road
My ending was also where my journey did begin.
Then suddenly I had awaken from that dream
My journey was really a dream that I just had
And was it a dream about my very own circle of life
Especially my pain and suffering and what made me sad.
So I sat up in my bed and started reflecting back
Into my soul which is full of sadness of love
I think the dream was telling me do not ever forget
And that also in time to all, GOD He will judge.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Mental Mode
Bathing in the moment,
Of this joy descending.
Who knew?
I do.
Did you?
I've got it and it's wonderful.
Some choose mental modes.
Unsure which way,
Their lives for them goes.
I'm through with that.
Got nonsense for this moment,
Off my back!
Whatever this is...
I want it feeding on me.
I'm going to taste this goodness.
For reasons to feel pleased.
And putting that energy,
In my mind to ease it freely.
Not going to practice attacking what I lack!
Or pay attention...
To those passing sadness,
With static madness they seem glad to pass!
Bathing in the moment,
Of this joy descending.
Who knew?
I do.
Did you?
I've got it and it's wonderful.
And when people of pity,
Can't get enough of that to grieve.
I've got to leave those pity folks!
Sharing their limitations...
And stagnating philosophies!
Bathing in the moment,
Of this joy descending.
Who knew?
I do.
Did you?
I've got it and it's wonderful.
This mental mode I'm glad I chose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your mind, while blessed with permanent memory, is cursed with lousy recall. Written goals provide clarity. By documenting your dreams, you must think about the process of achieving them.
quote by Gary Ryan Blair
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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
quote by George Oppen
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My Way
And out isn't perfect
My friends I'll say it too
Stay my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life as full
I've traveled each and every highway
Oh and more as more gets
I did it my way
Regrets I've had a few
But they're too few to mention
I did what I had
It's all through without exemption
I play each charted course
I've traveled each and every byway
And more much more than this
I did it my way
Well twice I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
I knew it all without a doubt
I ate it up and I had to spit it out
I passed it on and I stood tall
And I did it my way
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Free From A Deluded Need
Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.
I have no wish to satisfy,
Misunderstandings I have left.
I have no wish to revisit,
Repeated regrets.
Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.
And clarity is what I seek,
On a path to become...
The very best I can be!
And with clarity I am free,
From a deluded need...
To impress!
Free from a deluded need,
To address pretentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That level of trade deficit throttles real growth in our country and continues the unfortunate path of selling out America. We are not winning the global trade war, we are losing it badly.
quote by Marcy Kaptur
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Tested
Simplicity is what we need
And I know it in my heart
So many choices make us think we need
What we havent got
Ive been blessed by you
Ive been tested by an angel
Ive been blessed by you
And I know and I believe
Theres a way out to the sea of happiness
And if I knew what buddha taught
Would my wings unfold?
And if I had all that I want
Could I let it go?
Ive been blessed by you
Ive been tested by an angel
Ive been blessed by you
And I know and I believe
Theres a way out to the sea of happiness
Sometimes I feel like Im learning to crawl
Like Im still learning how to love
And sometimes I feel like Im losing it all
But I know there must be some way
We can rise above
Ive been blessed by you
Ive been tested by an angel
Ive been blessed by you
And I know and I believe
Theres a way out to the sea of happiness
And I know and I believe, and I know and i
Believe...
song performed by by Heather Nova
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KNEW'... As Used in Past Tense of 'KNOW
Dropping the notion,
That one can have a wonderful life...
Based upon establishing good credit,
Is the beginning of one's awakening.
There is nothing great or wonderful,
To acknowledge one is indebted to anyone.
And...
For the rest of one's life?
Comeon!
Keep passing around the smelling salts.
Especially to those doing somersaults,
On fading yellow brick roads.
This process to crave from birth,
Is an addiction to keep one hooked...
To a lifetime of purchasing happiness.
And if many are perceived to be unhappy...
Too few 'knew' how to play this game too well.
'KNEW'...as used in past tense of 'KNOW'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Able To See Yourself Reflected
To those who have never,
Come to experience...
A losing of their child's life.
Or know what it is like,
To grieve and suffer through...
This feeling known that never leaves.
It is not a headache that comes and goes away.
The feeling of the image can not be numbed.
And those who say...
'It will be okay.' It never is... okay!
To those who have never,
Come to experience...
A losing of their child's life.
Or know what it is like,
Feel blessed you have not yet...
Endured that process.
Be blessed to have children,
Who can come to pluck your last nerve.
Feel blessed you are able to see yourself reflected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Yourself and Let It Go
Deflated ego?
You think I say the things I do to you,
To deflate your ego?
I am hoping my assistance,
Helps you get rid of it.
And seeing no benefit in being limited.
And that's what your ego has done!
Made you believe you are number one.
And everything you do is correct.
Without a self examination...
Needed to allow you to live your best yet.
Deflated ego?
I may say some things to you that upsets.
I may even criticize something you do,
You accept as your best.
I might even attempt to strip,
That façade you charade.
Since it's your ego that has you 'tripped'...
When you see it for what it is,
You will realize your greatness has nothing to do with it.
In fact it is keeping you,
Inflated with bs and other nonsense.
Deflate your ego?
You think I do that,
From a threat I feel.
To diminish you in some way...
So I would have a greater appeal?
And deflating your ego would give me thrills?
You need to free yourself and let it go.
If you believe that keeping it,
Inspires a greater you with heights to reach!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Free yourself and let it go.
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
That ego you've got stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
Stunts your growth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To M.L. Lozinsky
I feel the undefeated fear,
In presence of the misty heights;
I'm glad that swallows fly here
And I enjoy the belfry's flight!
The ancient traveler is going, I suppose,
Above the gulf on bending footway's planks,
The snow ball continues in its growth,
And great eternity on clocks of stone strikes.
But I am not that traveler at all,
That flashes on the dry and faded leaves,
And really in me the sadness calls;
Indeed, the avalanche among the highlands lives!
A ring of bells my own soul fills -
But music cannot save from devastating falls!
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Less traveled
Ruth followed Naomi into poverty. She stayed even though her sisters in law left. On the road less traveled. David became a young king. He almost got killed by king Saul. Who was jealous. David was Gods chosen one. On the road less traveled. Jesus was rejected by all even his own. Yet he died on a tree to save sinners and rose again so any one who repents can be immortal. On the road less traveled. Job had a lot of horrible things happen to him all around the same time. Yet he did not curse God and die. On the road less traveled. God helped Esther save all of her people. She is the living proof that God has a time for everything. On the road less traveled.
My First Time Being Here
The experience of aging
Is a process many fight.
Some act as if it's not a gift...
To grow older with delight.
I'm often asked how it feels,
To be an age I don't appear.
I tell them it's my first time doing it...
It's my first time being here!
And if I knew I should feel a certain way,
Nothing in my past prepared me for this day!
It's all new to me...
I have no clue how I should be.
Nor do I look in the mirror with fears,
To chase away!
('That depends on HOW I'm looking')
It's clear I'm aging,
With a grace I accept!
And blessed I feel everyday!
No one I know will be here forever...
No matter what's done to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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