Beautiful Are These Days For Some
Beautiful are these days for some.
When the dawn is appreciated when it comes.
And attention is given to the birds that sing.
With a lifting of those troublesome burdens...
Are finally freed from the need to feed upon hardships.
Realizing this is no kinship to happiness.
When confronted and dismissed,
As quickly as fresh dew disappears!
Conflicts and battles,
Can easily drift away as unwelcomed foes.
When identified and decided,
A unity is missed and wished.
And this is allowed to grow...from within!
Isn't that where all decisions take hold and begin?
Once denial inside dies.
And life lived starts from the bright side.
If one can let go...
Of the emptiness of things.
And a value that has been placed upon them.
All that is loved...
Is not found hoarded and locked behind closed doors.
Or parked to collect dust,
Under carports to wash, wax or reflect a gladness.
To sparkle greater than the Sun!
And...
So beautiful are these days for some.
When the dawn is appreciated when it comes.
And attention is given to the birds that sing.
With a lifting of those troublesome burdens...
Are finally freed from the need to feed upon hardships.
Realizing this is no kinship to happiness.
When confronted and dismissed,
As quickly as fresh dew disappears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Day Is A New Day
(malik pendelton/juanita wynn/tracey anderson)
Every day is a new day
Since you went away
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day and I see
It was best for you and me
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day
Since you went away from me
You were my comfort zone
I depended on you for everything
I wanted in my life, yes I did
But now that youre gone
Im doing just fine without you
How I bless the day you went away
Now I have a song inside
The birds sing to me
I finally can be
Free to spread my wings in harmony
Now the sun shines on me
I have been set free
To collect my thoughts and jot them down
All this happiness Ive found
Since youve been away
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day and I see
It was best for you and me
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day
Since you went away from me
It may sound crazy, but I forgive you
And want the best for you
The circumstances came my way
Now Ive learned to do for myself
And all the things I thought
That you would do for me
Like leaving me alone
To go for my own
When youre not at home
Im glad youre gone
Now I have a song inside
The birds sing to me
I finally can be
Free to spread my wings in harmony
Now the sun shines on me
I have been set free
To collect my thoughts and jot them down
All this happiness Ive found
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day and I see
It was best for you and me
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day
Since you went away from me
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day and I see
It was best for you and me
How I bless that day
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day
Since you went away from me
Every day
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day and I see
It was best for you and me
Since you went away from me
My whole life has made a change
Every days a new day
Since you went away from me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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It Takes An Absence
It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.
It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.
It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.
And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.
Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.
It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Po-Optic Truth
Birds fly against a blue clear sky
Air fresh and clean...
Fresh of pollutants.
Faces of people appearing full of light.
A poetry mix with an optical fix
That plays over and over without drifting,
In the minds found misfit.
Judged by those who babble with booze
Lost without attention spans to cross.
Boasting and boosting themselves in garbage.
Where conflicts are enjoyed and mastered!
This po-optic truth...
Is said and seen,
And left behind!
As quickly as grim is washed from hands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Tidings, Goodwill and Lots of Cheer
I just want to say,
During these holidays...
May every wish you dream,
Brings blessings fulfilled.
And the arrival of special gifts,
Coming your way without delay.
This is the season many reminisce,
Those cherished times...
With those often missed.
Hold all of these moments close to your heart.
Everyday throughout the year.
As joy and happiness,
Touches all that is treasured...
With such good tidings,
Goodwill and lots of cheer.
Happy holidays to you always.
Given with my wish...
These days bestowed upon you bring,
A fresh and crispness to unwrap and delight.
To sparkle and surprise.
Lifting you to shine and glow bright.
As the silent peaceful night...
Welcomes the magic witnessed at Sunrise.
Happy holidays,
To you always.
These days and throughout the year.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remove These Obstacles
Remove these obstacles,
I have now on my path.
I wish to attract happiness...
With a peace of mind,
Coming to find me at last!
I refuse to submit,
To disappointments and hardships.
That past I dismiss with a resistance to conflicts.
And detailed to welcome that,
As a fact of life made for me legit!
Remove I will burdens carried on my back!
I am choosing not to identify,
Confrontations on my path...
I must endure all my life!
I refuse to submit,
To disappointments and hardships.
That past I once lived,
I now dismiss!
Remove these obstacles,
From my mind.
Where I've encouraged their nourishment,
And given them reason to exist!
Remove these obstacles!
Remove them...
I insist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Man with a Guitar
Men talk on the public square,
Pigeons eat on the sidewalk and fly,
Women flirt and feed the pigeons.
Men, envious of pigeons,
Desire more attention from the women
But women only notice birds who know how to sing.
There comes a nightingale that starts singing
And attention moves from pigeons to nightingales;
There comes a man with a guitar, and he starts playing
And singing like a nightingale.
A woman allured by these new sounds
Forgets the pigeons and nightingales;
She shyly starts to sing
And turns to a man with a guitar.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Era Freed
That strangle hold of deceit,
Released.
A ray of Sun appears,
Through the cracks of doors...
Slowly opening.
Tears are drying from needless wars.
And the urge to address...
The presence of conflicts,
Once pressed upon hearts...
Suppressed with burdens,
Lift to erase fear from faces.
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
Bold and daring.
And equipped to whip,
Those losing their hold on demonicness.
There is no place for evil to exist!
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
And those who choose to know it...
Will lay down their weapons in defeat!
'These are My people!
And you will let them go!
Or prepare to pay the price...
In your defiance! '
Sayeth 'The Voice' that speaks.
Witnessed by those who see...
An era freed,
From the misdeeds of wickedness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read 'em And Weep
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If You Feed It Good
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes.
And,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
I'm not gonna mock you anymore,
'Cause you're good to me.
You don't have to knock,
On that unlocked door.
No more...
I'll rock your needs
When we get it heated! .
Now,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Just feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Don't shout or scream,
To be mean and demean.
I'm not your enemy.
Nor do I owe a thing....
To ya!
You can pout with a frown,
Thinking it will bring me down.
To be around...
For your clown count!
To the ground.
But,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Just,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
And,
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Someone 'Is' Dismissed
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits and fidgets...
Wishing their presence is missed.
Too many perceive they have the power to do this.
As if the one that has been dismissed,
Sits making adjustments...
In a chair doing nothing,
But looking at thumbs as a twisting of them is done.
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits with wishes to be enlisted...
Into a clique of forget-me-nots full of 'wannabees'.
And usually they are the ones issuing approvals,
To those fearing rejection.
Too many perceive they have the power to do this.
As if the one that has been dismissed,
Sits making adjustments...
In a chair doing nothing,
But looking at thumbs as a twisting of them is done.
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits and fidgets...
Wishing their presence is missed.
How foolish would this be...
If someone sat seeking for an authority,
To approve the choosing of what they do...
And 'who' they should do it with.
If someone 'is' dismissed,
They should be glad of it.
Since there has been a lifting from them,
Any kind of restrictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haiku is
haiku is telling the readers
how the day starts
and how it actually ends
the light, the mist, the birds, the sun
how the dawn is different from the dusk
how the birds sing in the dawn
and how they sing in the dusk
and ultimately how the sun rises
and how it sets
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What Appears Is Clearly Here
Foolish are the ones,
Who believe something they have done...
Is forever etched in stone,
Unchanged.
With claims they own 'discoveries'
Always to remain the same!
For them these days come to amaze.
Some will be dazed.
And left crazed.
For them these days come to amaze...
With few left wishing,
For what's been missed.
For them these days come to amaze.
Some will be dazed.
And left crazed.
A lifting of a consciousness,
Hits!
What is reminisced,
Has been dismissed.
A freshness has arrived,
Upon the lips and ears.
And what appears...
Is clearly here!
A lifting of a consciousness,
Hits!
What is reminisced,
Has been dismissed.
A freshness has arrived,
Upon the lips and ears.
And what appears...
Is clearly here!
Foolish are the ones,
Who believe something they have done...
Is forever etched in stone,
Unchanged.
With claims they own 'discoveries'
Always to remain the same!
For them these days come to amaze.
Some will be dazed.
And left crazed.
For them these days come to amaze...
With few left wishing,
For what's been missed.
A lifting of a consciousness,
Hits!
What is reminisced,
Has been dismissed.
A freshness has arrived,
Upon the lips and ears.
And what appears...
Is clearly here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are MY Student
I wanted so much to share and give.
Without one thought to my own wellbeing.
And then I heard their laughter sing.
Realizing then...
My good was being misunderstood.
What I thought would nourish...
To them I could not bring!
And then I packed and moved away.
Delighted to be freed...
When a voice inside me said,
'Take delight to have your insight feed.
Turn away...
And let them breed upon their own starvation!
Their prolonged hunger,
Should no longer be of your concern!
You are My student!
And from you...
These lessons can not be taught!
From Me alone,
They will someday learn! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The White Horse...
on that early dawn
they arrived. I will not tell you
exactly how many were they.
they brought the wild horse again
this time it is white and coy
they did not speak to me
my attention was focused on the
beautiful horse
i did not show that i liked it
i did not talk too
then they brought the horse inside
the house
and then the windows and doors
were closed
and then the white horse started to
dance
and i liked it more
it was then that i realized
what are they really
and why are they here bringing me
a beautiful white horse
will they take my antique chairs
made of rosewood?
will i bargain my house
for a horse?
just for a horse
and they whose names i do not really know
shall laugh
after they had finally taken the whole of what i have
just for a white horse whose talent is just
to dance?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You And I Both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now oh love love
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of
and it's okay if you have to go away
just remember the telephones are working on both ways
but if I never never hear them ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of words.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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You & I Both
by Jason Mraz
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
A little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
What you and I spoke of
Others only dream of the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of
and it's okay if you have go away
just remember the telephone works both ways
and if I never ever hear it ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of words.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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My Heart Is In Need
Here it is at one-oh-five.
The air is fresh...
And I'm alive.
Wanting more...
For someone near,
To hear...
My yearning.
Dark with sparkling stars I see.
So clear and quiet...
Are the trees.
No wind to drift...
Or lift a leaf,
No breeze.
To seize me.
I want a touch,
A kiss or two.
From you...
I want this,
To come true!
My emptiness,
Seems endless...
And subdued!
And I,
Am too...
Without you.
Now it's close to 5 A.M.
I'm driving...
And the dawn begins.
I hear birds sing.
The mist appears...
In view.
And you?
Can not undo,
My love!
I bleed emotionally.
And my heart,
Is in need!
Yes,
Deep inside of me...
Is you!
And,
This need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paths Of Happiness
If the path is beautiful, check where it leads?
But if the destination is beautiful-
Don’t worry about the hardships, keep moving.
There is no path that leads to happiness;
But happiness itself is the only path, goes every where.
Continuous efforts- not strength or intelligence, fetches happiness.
Happiness and excuses do not work together,
If we think about excuses, forget about happiness;
And if we want happiness, forget excuses.
Money can’t buy happiness,
But it is less painful to cry in a palace, than in a hut:
So don’t insult happy moments.
Happiness is like sunlight,
It shines in the corner of the heart,
And offer every morning fresh hopes.
It is very difficult to give happiness,
But try to at least erase somebody’s sorrow,
Like a good eraser.
Whenever offered with half glass of milk,
Call it half full and not half empty,
Happiness should be enjoyed with what we have,
But not reject due to what we do not have.
Happiness without positive attitude is merely destiny,
But happiness with a positive attitude is called, achievement;
So try to be a happy achiever in life.
Soft speech, clean heart, calm eyes, strong hand, focused mind:
And firm determination, with God’s love and blessings,
Always make us a happy winner, so always be a happy winner.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Braving The British Weather
To brave the British weather, most birds don't have a choice,
But even in the worst weather, they raise such a spirited voice.
Cold and rainy weather can leave some of us feeling a little blue,
But, to me, it seems the little birds hold a different kind of view.
When, to us, the weather seems to go so very, horribly wrong,
The little birds continue to sing their sweet and happy song.
When a cloudless, blue sky still seems so very far from sight,
There is one song which will always ring out, so clear and bright.
When you find yourself walking along, upon rain-soaked ground,
From up in the trees, there will always come a heart-lifting sound.
A dull and dismal day can sometimes make us feel a little bit down:
Our hearts feel a little heavy, and our faces wear an unhappy frown.
Birdsong is a beautiful and pure, but powerful, Heaven-sent gift:
Upon hearing such a pleasant song, our hearts will begin to lift.
Even in wet weather, the little birds sing out with such pure joy:
Like the joy a child has, when hugging their favourite soft toy.
Even when we get wet through, our clothes will very soon dry,
So we should try to keep our chin up, and our spirits flying high.
Such joy is contained within the heart of a creature, so very small:
These tiny little birds really do set a shining example to us all.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Radiating Happiness
Lovely flowers gaily bloom,
To dispel gloom
And loom
Happiness.
Beautiful birds joyously swing,
And sweetly sing,
To ring
Happiness.
The silver moon slowly peeps
Over the ocean deeps,
And seeps
Happiness.
The cool flowing water-fall,
From the mountain tall
Does install
Happiness.
So, you, the intelligent man,
In your life-span,
Do fan
Happiness!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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