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Assortment of Afflictions Gifted

All that I know within this existence visited...
Is mine as is to declare!
And from me shall not be taken.
I am part of this wealth of treausres.

If there is anyone who does not believe,
I am valued in this divine creation.
Then there is no remedy to secure their happiness.
If their thoughts are not as professed.

We are here to breathe!
Live and experience,
The gift of giving.
In the reception of those blessings sent!

A perception bridging weakness and self centeredness...
Limits those of diseased mentalities.
An observation televised!
And victimizes on panoramic landscapes.

Evidenced by lives lived.
Beset by the taste for torture.
And an assortment of afflictions gifted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A special child is a special One

thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one

thank you for the fruit of love..... your lives fulfill the
purpose of creation, your unending steadfast care lifts
me up to survive, amidst the uncertainty of life

thank you for being there..... when I needed you most,
you are always in my side, pushing me to face all
adversity, though I exist with no fear in my heart

thank you that you let me taste and experience..... what
is life with you, our memories always linger in my heart,
even though that meaningful happiness is off valued and
something special to me

thank you dear someone..... your presence is giving
me the strength to stay alive, this is the life I live, my world
is different from you, and I have to stay in order to live and
survive

thank you for accepting and letting me go..... beyond your
limit for you don't know where I will go, this dream that I
take is only, me can reach, a place where nobody knows

thank you for helping and making me to achieve, with my
own volition to know more of myself..... hoping the best of
everything on me, and believing that I might see the
meaning of my existence for the destiny I made is the
destiny I live.....this maybe the end of why, I am living in
this world with you dear someone

thank you that in my journey in this life..... you are with me
surfing every pieces of puzzle of who am I in this creation,
a creation that everyone is free, a creation that I am a part
and I exist, a destiny to move on and a place I live today

thank you..... for believing me even in your heart, thou you
didn't see what........ I believed, just always remember that
the life I share in every moment I've take. lives with you
forever and it is beyond your own imagination for the
world I live..... lives.....only in every man's heart that is free

' do not see them as how they think and look, but see
them as what you feel '

poem by Antonio Liao
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Freed To See Others Not As Equals

There are times I'd like to confess,
My wish to address those professed...
To be selected 'blessed and highly favored' folks.
The ones who set themselves aside,
As having more knowledge to know...
How to live their lives as The Almighty has decided.
As an excuse to live their lives,
Isolated and divided.

Everyone living is a work-in-progress.
No one lives perfectly in a world beset with temptations.
Struggling to survive these days is an everyday test.
And to claim to be favored from the rest who are tested,
Is the height of a self centeredness...
One believes is freed to see others not as equals.
But as those who 'sin' doing things they pretend,
Separates them with an advantage to pass their judgements.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fragrance of the Star

life is full of fragrances, for each one is not meant to smell
to our own, this is the mystery of creation, one has to give
than to receive, the wisdom of existence lives behind in
each day, as we wrapped the gift that is given to us

it is the perfumes that we emit, that leads other to excel, to
do, of who they are in other lives, as people transcends
behind their limits they too experience tremendous changes
of whom they are in their lives

as life in it self gradually evolved, the trueness of in you
reveals that without other lives our existence is nothing to
live, like angels in the galaxy singing your song with the
joy of alleluia, perfect as to say that the celebration in the
universe is completed with the singing of Handel of praise

it is then a guarantee, that what life man possess is man's
best gift to others, it’s the smell that gives the meaning of
what is a purpose of your driven life, a sharing of breath
that makes a man perfect in the eyes of the beholder and
the holder of our beauty

comes to the enthronement of your fragrance and possess
the perfume of what will be the next tomorrow to come,
always be there, waiting others to smell your sweet breath
for the angel of heaven may sing your song of joy

poem by Antonio Liao
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Spectacular!

And with a panoramic,
Unobstructed view.

'Incredible.
And...
What were your feelings and thoughts,
Of the life you lived...
Before you decided to step aside,
From those limited in wishes and wants...
With an acceptance to live 'their' lives,
Opposing to adventure and having no desire...
To free themselves from boundaries? '

Well...
For whatever the reason I am grateful.
And feel extremely blessed,
To have had that experience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Telling Yourself You Are Afraid

Be bold!
Stop telling yourself you are afraid.

So many moments left and each precious.
Intoxicating fears no one should adopt.
Or caress with steps avoiding a happiness...
That comes with breath,
To breathe without regrets met!
That is the daily test one can master.
Be bold!
Stop telling yourself you are afraid.
Parade your life,
As if the gift given was right!

Just know each path has obstacles to pass.
To wonder if others have them...
And compare which ones are more daring,
Introduces fear.
Don't declare you invited fears approaching near.
Fear is used for one purpose!
To delay faith in doubt.
Carried on shoulders and displayed about.
To mask upon Sunless landscapes.

Be bold!
Stop telling yourself you are afraid.
Parade your life,
As if the gift given was right!
Command to lead.
Resist the bleeding of your emotions...
To allow weaknesses felt to be confirmed.
You did not earn that from your birth.
Your worth is much more valued!

Be bold!
Stop telling yourself you are afraid.
You are not here to sacrifice,
A life that hides from joy!
Employ satisfaction and live!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From A Growing Observation

Anyone living today,
Lost in between false identities...
And not knowing from which of the many delusions,
To pick and keep...
With standards valued slipping from their reach,
Are more than just confused...
In times that seek clear and unclouded visions.

Since those who have long chosen paths to walk,
With a faith communicated and with less talk...
Are not the ones these days,
Found following anyone crazed.
Or teased by promises to taste slices of apple pie.

Those who have chosen to label them as such...
'Crazed with strange ways! '
Seem not to know 'who' they are,
Or for what purpose they exist to hustle, bustle and rush...
To live lives for materialistic reasons to impress,
Throughout each season!
And from a growing observation of those evaluating,
These 'priorities'...
Appear to be a fading cause to provide one happiness.

Although...
Quick they are to defend their chaotic existence,
To announce themselves as, 'Followers of God's wishes.'

Really?
Well...
I hope God forgives the rest of us,
For interpreting His or Her 'wishes'...
With a seeking of a better way to live our lives,
That has a lot less upheaval and no turmoil.
But thank you for the invitation anyway.
We've decided we'd rather have God judge our ways.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Returning From A Journey

Within this Majesticness,
Reflecting.
A presence of being...
To breathe a self examining acknowledgement,
With an insight of a seeing done...
That invites a witnessing,
Given as an existence...
By The Almighty One.
Is as It is given.

And...
As a star energized to shine as bright,
I wish to glow representing...
Both day and night,
All that there is sighted in my life.
Until the mystery lived,
Gifted as given...
As It lives transcends.

Returning from a journey,
Back to the Majesticness...
Where eternity lives,
As is and shall always be...
The One!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Pollute And Destroy As We Choose

Icebergs melting,
Rapidly under stars.
As Earth revolves,
Evolving with a speed...
Ignored but doing this,
Right where we are.

Instead of giving this a priority,
We believe we exist only to feed...
Greed and selfishness.
Yet...
So fast and quick is this life lived,
As if another Earth is being created...
To suddenly appear.
That will caress our whims with a similar gift.
As we transfer an allowed self-centeredness...
To pollute and destroy as we choose,
All of the Universe to abuse as ouselves we have done...
And have shown we have the experience to do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Received Without Sacrifice

Years spent in learning a craft.
Or the multiple tasks attached to applying...
That which is associated in the creation of it.
Benefits with the experience of observation.
And plenty of lessons through frustrations learned.

Pieces believed by others to be detached,
Are actually there in place.
And many are not aware of that.
One foot directed,
Does not mean the other does not sometimes drag.

Many have their eyes on a prize.
And become discouraged,
By the assortment of different routes...
Avenues, valleys and streams,
One motivated takes...
To put together a dream.
Sometimes with mistakes and false starts.

Even painful screams to see created,
What one eventually achieves.
Is believed by others...
To be as easy as a wish delivered.
Without shedding blood, sweat and lots of tears!
Only those giving their time,
Knows what that giving of time means to give...
Throughout the years.

Some believe gifts given,
Are received without sacrifice.
And they are the ones procrastinating...
Sitting to seek a more sweetened advice.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sent the Same Gift

They all were sent the same gift.
Very few of them recognized it...
For what it was!
Since they were accustomed,
To entertain their limitations.

Some took the gift and respected it.
And they became lifted...
By the feeling they got from it.
And they knew it for what it was.
Becoming grateful it had been given!

Others dismissed it with disrespect.
And lived lives beset by conflicts and regret.
As the gift just sat.
Gleaming in the midst...
Of an environment rusting.
Surrounded,
By a distrusting and weakened people.

Taught they were...
To pray and receive on their knees.
And there they stayed,
Seeking!
As the gift observed this,
And laughed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad

Years fly on the wings of time
Riding on joy and sorrows rhyme
Searching for words that sounds right
That can bring the hope of delight
Now so much time has gone by
Leaving nostalgic memories high
And giving us the gift so true
That includes mom and daddy too
Yes sure i'm thankful today
To god for giving us in his way
So much gift of blessings above
To fill our lives with pleasure's love
And because it's your anniversary day
That's why I wish may the way
Of your life be filled with bright
Happiness to bring you both delight.

Seema Chowdhury

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Happiness Wishes

Once too often,
Many will come to one's aid...
To cater to a need stated.
With a giving done unquestioned.

And it only takes just one more time,
To make that time the last one.
With a giving done.

And whether it does or does not,
Deliver an awakening...
To affect one unconscious.
A sacrificing to do for another stops.

And those who do come,
To provide another with assistance...
Have lives of their own to live to do as done.

Lives lived they too come to realize,
Must also become prioritized...
Without jeopardizing their own,
Happiness wishes to want and not dismiss.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Specific And Direct

Untreated deceptions can defeat.
And those addicted to their weaknesses,
Are often comforted by those overprotective...
With a using of empathy to remedy this disease.

And a diseased mind condoned,
Will always seek a defense against anyone showing...
A lack of sympathy that offends,
The ones who gather others that befriend them.

Proclaiming false accusations of being treated mean,
By those they wish to declare as their enemies...
Have been too specific and direct and absent of tolerance,
With a giving of their 'cruel' assessments that upsets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Speck Dismissed

I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.

I declare it,
Erased!
Heartache.
Homelessness.
And those becoming hollowed,
With nothing to eat on barren plates.

I declare it,
Erased!
Every kind of sadness,
Appearing on anyone's face.

I declare this erased.
And for truth to take its proper place.
Before denial slaughters...
With a divine everlasting affect.
That has grown tired,
Of the foolishness 'IT' can no longer accept!

I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
When the Almighty has lost patience.
And can not wait...
For a massive awakening,
To take place.
In the eternal heavens.

It will be just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
Just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Come To Experience 'Our' Truths

We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
Or see as they sit to observe life pass by,
From a closed window and behind locked doors.

We all experience our own sorrows...
With burdens to bear and struggles to conquer.
And yet there will be some among the 'doubters'...
Who believe nothing happens to anyone but themselves.
And when they experience a pinch of pain to feel,
It becomes worthy of a news broadcast...
To appeal with the getting of attention on their griefs.

We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
And yet...
Highlighted are the most ridiculous afflictions,
Repeatedly for all to witness close up on TV sets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A hope to dream on.... by Meena Mustafa

Having fought many storms, made me wiser I know
Now I trust my instincts and go with the flow

Life is not a bed of roses … we walk on each day
Experience is the remedy, no matter what you say

Happiness is short lived…yet we all experience pain
Some play it well…yet some refrain

Everyone has a story linked to their past
So don't feel left out, if you don't have someone at last

It's better to be single with a hope to dream on…
Life has so much to offer before you are gone

Happiness doesn't have to come from others…
It's the way how you perceive life

It has to come from within you…
To make it just alright

So take the journey to hopes and dreams
And spread your wings as you fly
You will find the eternal happiness and never have to rely.

poem by Meena Mustafa
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Shower Some Pity

Oh God and almighty, Shower some pity
There lies eternal and divine beauty
I feel and want to be part of every moment
Whether it memorable or sad movement

So wonderful world to live in with blessings
Courageous stand when comes for facing
Not loosing faith for single second
Even if life is simple writing on sand

Each and every moment makes me feel closer
I never felt that I was any time looser
You were my guiding spirit and force
I had to cut never a sorry or to feel curse

As human I need be part of every move
But belief and faith need not be proved
I shall stick to imposition of divine vision
That shall stand every time to remove the confusion

What can’t be had if has desired?
Your every effort is appreciated and admired
You are dear sons and daughters
It is his duty to send you with laughter

Love to live any situation
Believe in grace with its continuation
If that has to be lived with means to be lived
The path carved out for us is to be simply believed

You may look back at the end and evaluate
Your mind will be firm and will never fluctuate
It will be happiness that had been all the times
You might have erred and disbelieved sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hands With Prayers

Oh God and almighty, Shower some pity
There lies eternal and divine beauty
I feel and want to be part of every moment
Whether it memorable or sad movement

So wonderful world to live in with blessings
Courageous stand when comes for facing
Not loosing faith for single second
Even if life is simple writing on sand

Each and every moment makes me feel closer
I never felt that I was any time looser
You were my guiding spirit and force
I had to cut never a sorry or to feel curse

As human I need be part of every move
But belief and faith need not be proved
I shall stick to imposition of divine vision
That shall stand every time to remove the confusion

What can’t be had if has desired?
Your every effort is appreciated and admired
You are dear sons and daughters
It is his duty to send you with laughter

Love to live any situation
Believe in grace with its continuation
If that has to be lived with means to be lived
The path carved out for us is to be simply believed

You may look back at the end and evaluate
Your mind will be firm and will never fluctuate
It will be happiness that had been all the times
You might have erred and disbelieved sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Woman Awaiting Child - Birth

Wonder of creation
Gift-wrapped
A pink ribbon
Around the thread-bare belly…

The little girl stood
In wonder and awe
Of the conical home
Of ethereal grandeur
Of divine architecture
Inimitable
Secure
Warm
S ustenance
Found nowhere else
On earth or in heaven

I once lived there
I once housed you there,
My little one, she whispered

Let’s wait for Him to unwrap…

Two pair of eyes reflected
Their glint in each other’s…

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Part Of Life, That is

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!

Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!

A part of life,
That is!

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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