Atmosphere Of Honesty
If it wasn't for repeated questioning,
We'd all be sitting unsure of ourselves.
And,
Expressing doubt...
About our perfect lives,
And the unwavering truth displayed...
By those we have come to know to love.
And come in daily contact.
So grateful we all should be,
To live in an atmosphere of honesty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unwavering Fear
Nothing seems wrong
All is right
Perfect as can be
But in an instant
Fast yet slow
Lond but short
Everthing changes
Nothing's the same
Everything's gone wrong
All happiness and perfection gone
Like a candlelight blown out
Like the petals of a flower in a strong wind
Unwavering fear
Enters our body
Consumes the heart in a suffocating asthma
Unwavering fear
Makes your actions wrong
For your brain is gone
Unwavering fear
Makes you think things
Negatively and sourly
Predictions of the future
Once so beautiful and happy
Now full of horror and despair
Unwavering fear
Makes sleep impossible
For days on end
Unwavering fear
A suicide in the making
Just waiting for the final push
Unwavering fear
Heartache and sorrow
Shall be my last feelings
Before I take my own life
All thanks to
Unwavering fear
poem by Virginia Cairns
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Only Love Counts
Only love counts
Honesty may prove valuable
Build trust
Make me believe all you say
But honesty like faith
Cannot charm me
Truth is not always logical
I believe when I choose
Doubt comes when it will
Stays long enough
And goes of its own accord
Only love counts
Honesty may prove expedient
Confirm hope
But will not bond me to you
poem by Samuel Nze
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Night...And Day
If not for you,
My eyes would not be open wide...
To view things the way I now do.
If it had not been for you.
And if it had not been for you,
I'd still be living questioning my doubts...
Without a thought to connect them,
To their origin.
And I'd still be tossing accusations about.
If not for you,
I'd be less aware of the importance to care...
Of others who too,
Are still blaming themselves...
Over things others do just to prove they can.
And if it had not been for you,
I would not have seen myself as a fool.
Living in the valley amongst other fools.
And I am grateful to you yes I am,
I no longer have those headaches like I use to.
And comprehend how yours have ended,
Knowing what and who cause those headaches to begin.
I thank you for 'rudely' sharing them.
If it had not been for you,
I would not have ever come to realize...
Just how many fools there are denying truth.
And living lives unaware they have been identified,
With beliefs what they do have no affect on others too.
If it had not been for you,
I'd be living my life as a bigger fool.
Believing it was pride I displayed.
Night...
And day!
Unaware I delivered headaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Annunciation
Humility this day is
that she has passed all thought
in stillness; beyond waiting
rests her being.
Then like a lightning flash
without light, without sound;
micromoment of all presence that ever is,
in which she knows all that there is to know
beyond all thinking it; humility
and glory then the same.
Now no need for questioning:
she nor others; disbelievers; enemies;
herself, all that concerns her, now known fully;
she, now full of truth.
Later words may come;
as though there might be two in her humility;
she, now full of unity;
she lives the perfect prayer:
perfect come from perfect;
and when her time and time itself is ripe,
perfect shall be taken from that perfect;
and perfect will remain with her;
she, now full of god, of good;
who dares or dares not call her blest
save she herself; hands folded into lap,
head a little bowed, eyes down;
she now full of god, of good?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This Is A Lie
how each of us decides
i've never been sure
the part we play
the way we are
howeach of us denies any other way in the world
why each of us must choose
i've never understood
one special friend
one true love
why each of us must lose everyone else in the world
however unsure
however unwise
day after day play out our lives
however confused
pretending to know to the end
but this isn't truth this isn't right
this isn't love this isn't life this isn't real
this is a lie
how each of us believes
i've never really known
in heaven unseen and hell unknown
how each of us dreams to understand anything at all
why each of us decides
i've never been sure
the part we take
the way we are
why each of us denies every other way in the world
however unsure
however unwise
day after day play out our lives
however confused
pretending to know to the end
but this isn't truth this isn't right
this isn't love this isn't life this isn't real
this is a lie
this isn't truth this isn't right
this isn't love this isn't life this isn't real
this is a lie
song performed by by Cure
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Say It
Don't tell me
If you're leavin' in the mornin'
I don't wanna have a warnin'
If you're not here
Just take me
Please take me for the last time
'Cause baby now is not the right time
For us to be scared
Yes, I know I wasn't perfect
When we fall and cried all those nights
But the passion that we have is too strong
To give up the fight
So I need you to say it
If you really want to let me go
'Cause I don't believe you know I don't
Won't you tell me the truth?
Yes, I need you to say it
If you really want this love to end
Look me in the eye, you can't pretend
That what we have is through
Don't tell me
If there's someone else inside you
Doin' all the things that I do
'Cause I don't want to hear it
Just take me
Don't wanna feel no more resistance
So we don't have to go the distance
'Cause we're already there
Yes, I know I wasn't perfect
When I realize all those times
But the passion that we have is too strong
To give up the fight
So I need you to say it
If you really want to let me go
'Cause I don't believe you know I don't
Won't you tell me the truth?
Yes, I need you to say it
If you really want this love to end
Look me in the eye, you can't pretend
That what we have is through
So I need you to say it
If you really wanna let me go
'Cause I don't believe you know I don't
Won't you tell me the truth?
Yes, I need you to say it
If you really want this love to end
Look me in the eye, you can't pretend
That what we have is through
So I need you to say it
If you really want to let me go
Cause I don't believe you know I don't
Won't you tell me the truth
Yes, I need you to say it
If you really want this love to end
Look me in the eye, you can't pretend
That what we have is through
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Be Grateful
We always have something
to be grateful for,
our family and friends
whom enrich our lives
with their words of kindness
and their deeds of unconditional love.
We may at times be low in spirit,
feel we cannot carry on,
but we are grateful for the person
who will put sunshine in our lives.
Raise our sprits with their words
and plant a smile on our face.
Being grateful comes with no obligations
except to treat another
in a similar way.
Give them a lift in their lives,
plant a smile on their face,
then we will be grateful for
the good that we can do.
We should never turn away
that little cry for help,
but be grateful that they came to us
to help them through their crisis.
Hoping one day,
they might do the same for us.
6 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Waiting to Dispense a Benefit of Doubt
Doesn't it seem as if those with selective memories,
Are always quick to tell their versions of truth...
With few facts involved.
Accusatory and defensive are their most common traits.
And there to appease a fence sitting,
When confronted in debate.
Out of both sides of their mouths expect anything.
But honesty is not one of them.
Those with selective memories have no clue what honesty means.
It is just not in their natures.
Hopefully you are not one patiently in quiet waiting,
To dispense a benefit of doubt to eventually see wasted.
I only have a few of those 'I-told-you-so' left to spare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Of True Love?
Love is forever, It grows day to day, Its never letting go, No matter what others might say.
Love is unwavering, its from beginning with no end, Its not just for today, and then gone with the wind.
Its a life long commitment, That not many can see through, For in this day and age, It one lil argument and I'm done with you.
Love is precious, love is pure, Love is everlasting, for true love will endure.
Love is the one thing, You find u can't live without, Love is trusting and believing, With never any doubt! !
poem by Richard Goolsby
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The Perfect Poet
He says he is a perfect poet.
He lives alone, with his perfect mate.
& sometimes they don't even speak,
So perfectly do they 'communicate.'
He lives alone, his greatest pleasures are
His pipes, his books, his wife's behind-
Which he will often pinch to hear her laugh;
He's got a perfect love for womankind.
He seldom writes, distrusting language as
A clumsy tool, unequal to his thoughts:
He uses it as rarely as he can
(No doubt to punish it for all its faults).
But when he writes, he keeps the upper hand
(On principle, since words are enemies).
He melts them down, then counterfeits his own-
A kind of literary alchemy.
He's fortunate to have a perfect muse.
A live-in muse, who cooks inspiringly;
And sometimes after an ambrosial meal,
He'll grab his pen, composing feverishly
A perfect poem, describing in detail
The salad, wine, the roast in buttery baste.
And reading it, his musing wife agrees
That every line smacks of his perfect taste.
poem by Erica Jong
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A precious acquisition
Honesty,
A virtue so precious.
With it,
Lives are saved.
Without it,
Are lives destroyed.
Honesty,
A precious possession.
The humble,
Like a guest embrace.
The greedy,
Like an enemy they shun,
And with mud,
On its face they smear.
But the fools,
Like a stranger they fear.
Honesty,
A precious possession.
Its lovers,
To hens are metaphored,
But their ridiculers,
Are the hens themselves,
For God,
Honesty initiates and loves.
So anyone,
Who honesty champions,
Will for eternity,
God's friend remain.
Honesty,
A priceless commodity.
poem by Michael Wamalwa
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Some Prefer To Keep It Frozen
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
Unfortunately...
Not everyone welcomes this gift to receive.
With a keeping it under wraps.
To pack away in one's attic.
Or...
Stored in one's basement.
To leave it frozen in a freezer,
With a thawing no one will ever see at all.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
But,
Left corrupted...
A shocking honesty can awe.
To be abducted.
Shocking honesty can awe.
With none conducted.
A shocking honesty can awe.
And...
Leaving it to freeze,
Never to thaw.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone To Seed
“If you plant honesty, you’ll reap trust”
Aye, the seeds of doubt have been planted,
But such doubts are a must,
If wisdom’s to be granted…..
Seeds of valor, seeds of passion,
Seeds of equanimity;
Seeds that suit every fashion,
Of learning and acuity.
Leaders who sow such seeds of doubt,
Are welcome and accounted,
Than those who’d love to flaunt,
Are ones that are so vaunted.
Where honesty is a truthful story,
Tests one’s heart and mind;
Now enough’s been said of this allegory,
Dear readers: this truth you can find!
Copyright © SC
10th July 2007
Mumbai.
poem by Subroto Chatterjee
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Are We Doing All God Needs?
Are you an influence for The Lord, as you live your daily life?
Or is your witness just ignored, caught up in your daily strife?
We’re to impact the lives men, which we bump into every day,
Now that we are Born Again, to show others God’s Only Way.
Do you live with Christ in mind, called to be for God His light?
When someone may be unkind, treating you in ways not right?
Jesus showed us how to live, and a love that we should show,
And Grace to us He would give, to help others come to know.
Do men see the Light of God, if you walk into a darker place?
In this darkened world you trod, led by the light of His Grace?
For God’s Light we are to be, lifted high by Christ, upon a hill,
Placed where all men can see, and done according to His will.
As you live life in this world, do you point men to God’s Truth?
Is your life for Him a Herald, with your own life as living proof?
It’s God’s Truth we’re to proclaim, to all people of every nation,
In the power of Christ’s name, pointing men to God’s Salvation.
Are we being, as Christ’s bride, the people whom God bought?
Living our lives truly crucified, to walk what we’ve been taught?
Are we doing all that God needs, willing today to pay the price?
Living this life sowing seeds, so others come to faith in Christ?
(Copyright ©02/2008)
River of Love
I've been to many places throughout the world,
As a teen and as a small girl,
But one place holds me to the end,
That place has always been a questioning friend.
One moment sweet and so golden pure,
other times so evil, leaving me unsure,
But whether I dream or sit awake,
River of love knows my heart did break.
River of love, river of pure,
Why do you leave me so unsure?
River of mortality,
Why do you do this to me?
River of love, river of my youth,
Will you tell me where I went wrong?
because one's heart is not a dead flower,
And I don't want to spend my life crying for hours.
poem by Adnana Saric
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The Curse Of The Greedy Gentlemen
Once there was a man that came into a Chinese store, the man asked for his food but when it arrived never thanked his waiter.2Never grateful of anything the gentlemen tasted the food that was served to him and spat it out in disgust. He then got his food and throw it upon the waiters face.4He explain that it was the worst food he had ever tasted in his life. The man, now filled with rage, cursed the gentleman to forever eat the food until he was as big as a house, and not to stop until he felt the pain from dieing from obesity.6So the man stormed out of the restaurant and when back to his home. When he had awakened the next day he had memory for the previous day but still went back to the same restaurant, and this time instead of eating the food and stopping the complain he kept eating, and eating, until he died of obesity in that very restaurant.8The man then arose and repeated his day of dieing from obesity, and again, and again. The man tried to apologize for his actions but it was to late, he was doomed forever to keep eating everyday, to feel the same pain every time, and to dieing each day, because of this ungratefulness.10For as the old saying goes: "Those who are grateful are those who show love, and those who show love are those who live long lives, and those who live long lives are never greedy."
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize
How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.
I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.
And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living To Adopt Doubt
Without you,
To have never known of your presence...
I would be now as I live,
Without.
Without you,
Doubt would I know.
With a doubting I would show,
No growth.
And I am grateful,
Not to live that way.
Doubting each day.
No.
I live to place each step I make,
Knowing...
That without you,
I could never say...
Living to adopt doubt is my ambition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does Truth Live Here?
i walked down liberal boulevard,
turned left on anarchy and doubt.
made a final right on questioning...
and knocked on the door of an old house.
when the old woman answered i asked her,
'can you tell me, does truth live here? '
she laughed and shook her head,
'that's who i hoped you were! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Are Not Actors!
when millions of our ancestors died for the truth,
when millions of them never acted in their life,
when millions of us work hard with our only face,
who told that world is full actors and actresses?
memorized scripts are repeated,
repeated verses can be recorded and edited,
The director vision is visualized,
Rehearsal can make the scenes perfect.
we live a scene only once in real life,
no directors, editors and the script writer,
we live our life with emotions and blunders,
we feel every moment that is not felt by the actors,
who told that world is the stage and we are the actors?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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