Attached To Traps
Attached to traps,
And a life of insignificance.
It would seem those with dreams,
Would have visions unlimited.
It would seem those with dreams,
Would not submit...
To restrictions committed!
Attached to traps,
And a life of insignificance.
Where does the flowing of imagination go,
When a child grows to learn to stop...
Wishing to be a fireman or a cop?
Or a desire to want to doctor or teach?
Or a wish to speak from pulpits,
With a sermon to preach!
It would seem those with dreams,
Would have visions unlimited.
It would seem those with dreams,
Would not submit...
To restrictions committed!
Attached to traps,
And a life of insignificance.
Attached to traps,
In a world where most...
Show their indifference.
Where does the flowing of imagination go,
When a child grows to learn to stop...
Wishing to be a fireman or a cop?
Or a desire to want to doctor or teach?
Or a wish to speak from pulpits,
With a sermon to preach!
It would seem those with dreams,
Would have visions unlimited.
It would seem those with dreams,
Would not submit...
To restrictions committed!
Attached to traps,
And submissions to addictions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not Into Graffeto
I am a poet!
And minds are my canvas.
I can not determine a thought process.
Or if mental portraits I deliver,
Will inspire to manifest dreams.
To leave impressions in minds to rest.
And those without imagination...
Will always stop to examine,
The surface of things.
With a limitness left untested.
And directly connects...
To an instant meaning known and seen.
But I am not into graffeto!
I am a poet,
Searching within me deep.
To attached words that match.
Hopefully to compose something catchy,
That attracts and traps.
And seduces a thirst,
With a quenching done.
That is found to be...
Tasty.
Fulfilling.
And delicious for some.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations for M lady Marcy
We are confused by our odd dreams
when nothing is quite as it seems.
Though dreams may be our minds at play.
Sometimes they can show us the way.
High light the pitfalls and the snares
we might fall into unawares.
The dreaming mind can see ahead
along the future path we tread.
But dreams use symbols to convey
their message in a concealed way.
If we can learn to recognise
what every symbol signifies.
Then we have solved the mystery
and can walk on confidently.
Quite sure we can avoid the traps
Which lie in wait for us perhaps.
But first we have to learn to read
the symbols if we would succeed.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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100 Holes Of Traps
I am walking as if in the air!
Because of traps set down before me;
And i have to watch every step that i take.
Life is not easy at times,
But it needs somebody with a strong heart and a dream to carry on!
Because kindness can be very deceitful and beauty can be vain at times.
100 holes of traps set down before me,
But my mind is still stronger than the woods! !
For i do have my faith and dreams to carry on;
And my steps are now being taken with care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If It Offends
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
Or do something done,
Without being consciously attached.
I use to be the one to forgive and forget.
No matter who said what to me.
To show no concern or expression of a regret.
And I would laugh when publicly,
I was shown nothing but disrespect.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
Well those days do not exist for me anymore.
I say what I mean and if it offends,
I let others know immediately...
Being provoked I don't consider to be a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those with Goals Know
If one's only ambition,
Is to go to college...
Just to say one goes to a school,
May not be for one as advantageous...
As that goal focused upon,
By one who is determined...
With a sticking to it as is pursued?
Perhaps!
If this direction...
Has been thoughtfully mapped,
One undecided...
Can escape from extracurricular traps.
Perhaps!
If one has an agenda,
To a dream that has been attached.
One can party throughout college life,
Without worrying how or to whom...
To pay this expense back.
Those people,
With a 'Cry Me a River' approach to life...
And believe that a catching up on time,
Will extend their daylight...
May have waited a few minutes too late,
To open the gate.
With a belayed working towards that high paying job,
That has as of today...
Been erased from the landscapes from wherever,
These visions and dreams have been portrayed.
Since those with goals know,
A sacrificing is what it takes.
Since those with goals know,
A prerequisite to obtain an image...
A lecturing done,
Will not produce those lucky breaks.
Those with goals know,
Staying devoted requires discipline.
Since those with goals know,
A motivation isn't teachable.
Nor will a feeding of an unending feast,
Degreed by an education...
Guarantees anyone,
They can choose and select...
Exactly what to eat.
Those with goals know,
What is applicable to others...
May not deliver to them,
A supplying of their wants and desires to feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conducting Business
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Not true said one wise who tried to enlighten them.
And because wisdom like this was accessible,
Attempts to share it...
Was thought to be from one,
Ego driven.
And of course familiarity breeds contempt.
So in one ear and out the other...
What was shared,
In the air it went!
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Although these folks still believe,
Simply having talents will bring them notoriety.
Being able to market and package one's craft...
Guarantees an attention one day comes to last.
And those sitting on the sidelines,
Laughing at the ones that get things done...
Learn too late,
How conducting a successful 'business'...
Eventually stands on its own legs to run!
Many do not get this.
They believe their bubbles blown...
Take flight if protected in plastic.
But if not shielded in titanium,
With no faith attached to them...
Drifting dreams will quickly burst.
To leave those without vision...
Discouraged,
Over and over and over again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ghosts of Dreams
We are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth's but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that's left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
poem by William Herbert Carruth
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Look To Your Dream
To say I'm romantic would be quite semantically true
But make-believe passion has fallen from fashion's milieu
It's undestandable why we're a little confused
It's asking for trouble just watching the six o'clock news
But for a moment, all things aside, look to yourself somewhere inside
Look yo your dreams
Don't they still seem worthwhile?
Don't they still seem in style?
Aren't you glad they're still there?
Look to your dreams
There's a need for them now
When the world has us down
Aren't you glad they're around?
Once conceived, once believed fantasy's reality's childhood
And like a seed, visions need constant care like a child would, we should
(*) Look yo your dreams
We can still make the stars
We can still break the bars
We have built here on earth
(**) Look to your dreams
And tomorrow may be better for you and me
The future may say
Blame blind yesterday for taking dreams away
They could mean more than they seem
And like a seed, visions need constant care like a child would, we should
Repeat (*)
Repeat (**)
song performed by by Carpenters
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(Love&Death Poem) A (I Love You) Final Resting Place
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
It can't end this way
Just listen to me
You will make it
You will live on
With you the kids are growing so strong
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
No its not okay
You must fight
With all you strength
Think of those you love
Think of those who depend on you the most
Anything to keep you going
You are the one I love.
You the one that I just cant let go.
No matter how hard I try
I looked into her eyes and she died
I never got to say my final goodbye
A (I love you) final resting place
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
In your eyes i see the beautiful sparkle of the of the snow
Just live on.
This is just so wrong.
My heart is already gone
It has jumped out my body and committed suicide
Just beat the hell out of my insides
Forever attached to the moment
Oh no
Oh no
I just can't let go
Sir but you have to the paramedic says
I'm sorry shes already gone
How could this happen?
Why me?
I thought we were destine to be.
A long lived family.
This will never be satisfactory.
I'll love her till the day I die.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Truth, Dream Also.
truely without dreams
how jaded and dry
our lives would be!
a strange relationship,
between truth and dream
surely like the umbilical chord
attached to mother and child.
sometimes, strangely,
dreams and truth,
can be the same
to be in truth
is to be alive
to breathe, and
have clarity of vision.
the fervent desire of
dream is truth.
truth turns its sides,
alone it is restless,
truth cries in pain
and burns till
it proves its mettle.
in the morning
dreams step down,
from the ladder of reverie,
taking a backseat,
confining itself,
often not remembered
in vivid memory,
of the mind.
sometimes,
at the end of dream,
one tries to hold on,
in bits and pieces,
thinking it is true.,
as we catch our breath!
poem by Ritty Patnaik
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Look To Your Dreams
To say Im romantic would be quite semantically true
But make-believe passion has fallen from fashions milieu
Its undestandable why were a little confused
Its asking for trouble just watching the six oclock news
But for a moment, all things aside, look to yourself somewhere inside
Look yo your dreams
Dont they still seem worthwhile?
Dont they still seem in style?
Arent you glad theyre still there?
Look to your dreams
Theres a need for them now
When the world has us down
Arent you glad theyre around?
Once conceived, once believed fantasys realitys childhood
And like a seed, visions need constant care like a child would, we should
(*) look yo your dreams
We can still make the stars
We can still break the bars
We have built here on earth
(**) look to your dreams
And tomorrow may be better for you and me
The future may say
Blame blind yesterday for taking dreams away
They could mean more than they seem
And like a seed, visions need constant care like a child would, we should
Repeat (*)
Repeat (**)
song performed by by Carpenters
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Not Up For That Today
Not up for that today,
No.
Not up for that,
To quarrel and spat
Over traps we set...
To get upset about that now.
Not up for that today,
No.
Not up to discuss how life could have been.
What we've should have done.
Or who committed what sins when.
Not up for that today,
No.
You see that tree budding leaves?
You see that flower blooming with beauty?
You hear the few bees left buzzing?
The birds chirping?
With Spring appearing to bring fresh air?
That's what I am up for this morning.
Not into sharing your agonies,
Dripping to dropp you into despair.
For a round of recurring arguments to share.
No!
Not up for that today,
No.
Not up for that,
To quarrel and spat
Over traps we set...
To get upset about that now.
But take all the time you must...
To agitate yourself,
If that gives you a rush!
I am not up for that to witness,
Not today,
No!
I have a date with life,
I am going to keep!
And you are too late for me to wait,
With your repeated sighs of self defeat.
No...
Not today!
I have a date with life,
I am going to keep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams
When then a child I had brave dreams of things that might just be
As I grow older so it seems those dreams are part of me
The longing and the wistfulness that out of dreams are made
Are by life's beauty lesser things and fall into the shade
Of what is real and what is not and so our dreams become
The hope that lies inside of us and forever drives us on
For dreams are dreams when all is said and dreams are wafer thin
And the magic that we have in life comes only from within.
poem by David Keig
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Ride Dreams Through Star Gates
Who first lashed dream feathers
from bird of prey to smooth shaft
of an arrow giving a stick flight?
Who first carved a wooden wheel
attached wheels to concept shaft
shaft to cart yoked in horse powers?
Mystic connections seed imagination minds
dreams tamed are swift fleet fast wild horses
who can ride dreams through star gate lights?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Reluctant Traps
Today...
Many are living lives no longer valued.
Shown by the expressions worn on their faces.
Traced with an obvious depression.
Adorning faked grins,
No longer protect them from this impression.
Since the measure of success for them,
Has either been foreclosed or repossessed.
And many things once lavishly blinging,
Gone to pawn.
Standards held to appraise the good side of life,
Has taken a hike...
To repress pretentions and the getting of attention,
Once so loved.
And for some coming to grips with this,
A broadened insight for them has begun to exist.
To finally rid themselves of reluctance.
And reluctant traps...
Are just that.
A reluctance that is trapped until removed.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Once released for them,
One should make a break...
Doing what it takes.
And don't buy...
Into gloom.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As the spokes of a wheel are attached to the hub, so all things are attached to life.
Africa
It wasn't the flowing blond weave,
Attached to your head like a hat.
Or those blue eye contacts.
It wasn't your three inch painted nails,
That scratched my hand...
As your long eyelashes flapped.
Reminding me of fly traps.
Not even your smile bothered me.
Exposing a mouth full of gold teeth
It was when you purred like a cat.
To announce your name was 'Africa'.
That offended me.
And for some reason I had to get up...
To look for the nearest exit to leave.
I knew right then we didn't have chemistry.
And there was no doubt in my mind...
A you and I together was never going to be.
And that might have been your real name.
I just didn't want to stay to hear how you got it.
Or why or when you began to accessorize your pride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Challenge
Something obsessed...
That has to be possessed.
And It can not be obtained too easily,
Or it will quickly be left like the rest!
It has to be tested
To ensure it's complex.
There has to be a struggle to get it...
Or it becomes a challenge,
Considered not the best one done
To test and satisfy as one can get!
These things are tricky to predict and forget!
But when a challenge comes...
And there's possible fun attached,
That's the one that traps!
And one enjoys!
Be about 'your' business...
And the challenge you choose,
Will be the one you can say you've won!
With no inner 'blues' to share with anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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