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Broken In With Such A Comfortability

The only advice that I will accept...
You leave to give me,
Is to say...
'Walk on your path your way.'

Anything other than that expressed,
Will only come to delay...
My own footsteps.

And the shoes I wear,
Upon my feet...
Are not in your size.
Or broken in with such a comfortability.

So,
Do not come to try to compromise,
The glide in my stride.
Please don't try.

I've left behind too many tears,
To cry...
From these clear and opened...
Now dried eyes.

'Comfortability?
That's not a word! '

Oh yes.
You want to bet?
That's comfort with an 'earned' ability!
From my point of view...
That's 'my' definition.
And there's no need for further discussion,
Since I am the one who is proud to do the struttin'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Advice

Open the window I need some air
So many people and theres such disorder here
Familiar faces found out lies
Turn to the street now I watch the passers by
I wonder what they recognize
And what theyd recommend to fill my days
Possessions start to wear me down
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me down
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Instead they harbor secret thoughts
They break through windows that have twice been locked
I have to walk to wear me out
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me down
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
I throw my arms and pray to leave
I gotta head for love like is inside me
My lips press tight so not to drown
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me down
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Im nervous can you help me
Give me some good advice to help me along
If I know its true
Give me some good advice to help me along
If I know its true
Give me some good advice to help me along
If I know its true
Im nervous
Give me some good advice to wear me down

song performed by by Texas
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This Is No Haiku

This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.

Seventeen sound units,
Divided into three parts...
Five units to start.
Seven in the middle.
And five to end.
With given specific syllables,
To have the reader read again.
Without comprehending,
The meaning a haiku intends.

This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.

Although not haiku,
Two shoes tied to one foot...
Does not make the other,
Less aware of obstacles.

Two shoes ties to a pair of feet,
Makes it easier to walk alone
On an adventured path.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Must Insist I Keep

Futile is the attempt to create my reality,
For me.
Or what takes place in it,
To benefit another's version of life.
I will never accept,
Since for me the feeling is not right.

And I don't go out of my way to disrespect anyone,
By rejecting a point of view that doesn't to me come.
It is not my way to have my comfort redefined.
And the peace and comfort that is my own...
Is what I must insist I keep!
Without needless discussion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken Down

If you saw me standing there
out in the pouring rain
drowning in days of sorrow
behind the tears and pain
feeling nothing's left anymore
to hold onto here
on this broken down reservation road

You see just another broken down man
trying to make it through
lost in the hope's of tomorrow
of dreaming once again
would you lend a hand
and try to understand

If your children were hungry
with nothing left to eat
broken down in poverty
with no clothes to wear
or no shoes on thier feet
fallen by democracy
with a heart to share
would you give a damn

And would you just walk away
on the young and dying
would you just close the door
on the mother's crying
with no one here to hold
on this broken down reservation road
Spiritwind-2010

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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I too, have got shoes

Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad

I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on

The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on

Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on

I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on

I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on

Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes

Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not

Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes

poem by Moses Kainwo
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Words of Hypocrisy

I see with my eyes
But I am told
My mind should not believe.
I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.

My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.
A habit once done you enjoyed to do!

Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret life!
From a misunderstood,
Demented point of view
Pursued to spoil with spite.
Blinded you are without insight!

Nothing did or done that you do...
Succeeds,
Fool or subdue even a few!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you...it's me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!

I see with my eyes,
But I am told...
My mind should not believe.

I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.

My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.

Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret a way life!
From a misunderstood,
Point of view pursued.

Dimmed without light.
Nothing did or done...
Succeeds,
Or is right!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you! ...it is me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!

And watching this...
From a distance I resisted,
Makes me glad I didn't struggle to keep...
Something taken,
That awakens you shakened,
And now makes you restless...
Weeping unable to sleep!

Thinking my journey would be easy to take,
Without knowing the obstacles...
Or the path of hurdles dodged I take.
Crept to leap with steps of faith.
Leaving none undone...
Or wanting to leave any left faked!
And that which you have taken away from me,
Has left one of us clearly in heartbreak!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Carrying Brand New Shoes In A Box

I am not spending time to find anyone,
To assist in the navigating of my journey.
That has already been established.
And what a waste of time that would be,
If I sought that kind of aid.

If I should stumble and fall,
Who will feel those bruises?
Whose patience would be tested?
Who would feel the pain when the tears come.
And...
Who would have to discover the motivation,
To get up and clear the path of obstacles?
I've stopped having those inner monologues.

Not once had I received advice,
From anyone who wore the same size shoes...
I do.
Well...
There was one person.
However...
Carrying brand new shoes in a box,
Does not validate one's experience...
In the wearing of them through stormy weather.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Stride

A stride balances with might, soothing the air and speech,
Like magic being played for the violin and player;
Musical remedies surprise that decision of footing
As feet wear the shoes of description.
My name is spelt with my stride as a putting on of air,
The same story tells itself of light air and breezes
To quell the misery and disgust we find ourselves in.
To stride is to expound and not be anxious,
Like philosophy and the dragon put together.
May walking and looking become habits
For the repetition of moves, the reasonable shoes.

poem by Naveed Akram
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On My Feet They Are Most Comfortable

You may laugh at me.
And how the shoes I wear,
Seem to be more than broken in.
But on my feet they are most comfortable.
They've been with me through thick and thin.

Exchanging them now,
Is not a thought I want to entertain.
Nor do I choose new shoes to make an impression.
You would have no idea how I treasure them.
Or is it a conversation I would like to start.
Since what I would say would be difficult to end.

You may laugh at me.
And how the shoes I wear,
Seem to be more than broken in.
Laugh as much as you want.
But these shoes you see me in...
And will again and again.
Are closer to me than my dearest friends.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretty Girls

Here she comes just a-walk just just a-walkin down the street
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
I took a walk round the market down town
Taking it easy just to see what I could find
I found the girls there, long legs and blond hair
All getting set to make a mess out of my mind
Hey! eyes left!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
I got my heart burnt, you know where I hurt
They say the miniskirt is coming back in style
I say its not fair but what do they care
When youve got power then you use it for a while
Hey! eyes right!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
God, if youre up there, listen to my prayer
In future man should have a different design
Give him a switch so he can turn off his libido now
Give him a tranquilizer built into his mind
Hey! eyes right!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Dont talk to me about womens liberation
They already got their right just where it hurts
Now here she comes just a-walk just a-walkin down the street
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Footsteps

(l. stansfield/i. devaney/r. darbyshire/f. musker)
Dont give up, youre not alone
Though youre weak and chilled to the bone
I will shore the pain that youre going through
If theres one set of footsteps Ill be carrying you
If theres one
One set of footsteps in the sand
One set of footsteps
If theres one
One set of footsteps in the sand
One set of footsteps
If youre losing faith, Ill understand
Dont be afraid Im holding your hand
If you trust in me then I will be true
If theres one set of footsteps Ill be carrying you
If theres one
One set of footsteps in the sand
One set of footsteps
If theres one
One set of footsteps in the sand
One set of footsteps
Then Im gonna walk on, walk on
Im gonna walk on till the hurt is gone
Walk on, walk on
Im gonna keep going, gonna carry on
Walk on, walk on
Im gonna walk on
Im gonna walk on
Dont give up, youre not alone
Gotta try to be strong, youve got to move on
Just hold on tight and youll make it through
If theres one set of footsteps Ill be carrying you
If theres one
One set of footsteps in the sand
One set of footsteps
If theres one
One set of footsteps in the sand
One set of footsteps
Walk on, walk on
Walk on, walk on
Im gonna walk on till its gone

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Each Moment In Prayer and Faith

I am not seeking interpretations...
Of how I see 'it',
This life I have that is mine.
Nor am I here to convince,
Your observation of 'it' is incorrect.
I am not here to spend that time.
I am perfectly happy with no regrets.
I have found my peace of mind.
However...
You seem to want to criticize,
The path you have chosen.
You claim with opened eyes.
Yet not accept without complaint!
But you believe I am being unrealistic...
Because the way you view 'it',
Does not disturb my point of view to taint!
I journey each moment in prayer and faith.
And it is obvious to me you 'ain't'!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Trying To Sell This

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.

Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!

I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.

That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Pair Of Sneakers Bemoan Never Having A Day Off

When you were a baby a sleepin in your cot

Your feet were too small to fit us all

You could barely crawl in your wee teeny socks

And so I sat qute content in the loft

enjoying the freedom of endless days off!

But now you are grown to seventeen stone

You never give me a rest

Once your tootsies are in

I don't get a look in

As your feet rarely leave me alone

Once I was the guest

Now enslaved to your feet

All day I expand and I squeak!

For fourteen hours a day

I just can't get away

From the rot and the sweat of your feet

Why not wear sandals when the Sun shines so hot?

It's not a scandal to give me a rest

When you pick up the pace

I often grimace

As you 'stroll in your shorts and your vest

Once I had a say once I was the guest

Now this smelly affair is my lot

Don't you know it's a treat to walk in bare feet

And give me a well earned day off!

poem by Yvette Smith
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One Pair of Eyes

One sock found...
Still requires a pair of shoes to wear,
For those with two feet!
But one pair of eyes is no guarantee,
A pebble can not cause one to stumble
On a path taken under a bright and clear sky!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Following In Your Footsteps

(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Some folk leave courage,
Some folk leave you hope
Why am I out here hangin
Like a fool at the end o my rope
Some folk leave you wisdom,
Some folk leave you signs
You can never be sure
What went on before
Life is just a matter of time
Picture of you,
Clouding my view
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to make some sense of it all
Maybe its a sign of weakness,
But thats where my footsteps fall
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to hang on to your dreams
You never got what you wanted
So I never got what I need
Im following in your footsteps,
cos thats where the footsteps lead
Someone must have given me anger,
Someone must have given me hate
Or why would I stand here shakin,
When theres so many chances to take
Pictures of you,
Climb into view
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to make some sense of it all
Maybe its a sign of weakness,
But thats where my footsteps fall
Im following in your footsteps,
Watchin my children grow
Theyre following in my footsteps
Takin it on the road
Were following in your footsteps
cos thats where the footsteps go
Were following in your footsteps, yeah
cos thats where your footsteps go

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Still I Walk

I walk this road alone, I fear
Route unknown but my end is clear

Still I walk with determined stride
No place to rest, no stars to guide
Another fork, more twists and turns
Each fork a test and lessons learned

Still I walk, thru sheer strength and will
Though my journey lies all uphill
How queer it is, this path I take
My shoes are worn, my feet do ache

Still I walk with unchanging gait
To meet the end, we all call fate
We all share such similar paths
To all an end by nature's wrath

Still I walk with unyeilding grit
Hope guides me, never shall I quit
From start to finish, from womb to rest
Cherish the Journey, for we all are blessed

poem by Aron West
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A Patriot

I do not wear a uniform
Nor a helmet on my head
I never carry a weapon
Or have seen my brothers bled.
I never stand at attention
Nor have I marched in line
I never fought for freedom
As what I own is already mine.
I do not salute any man
I humble down only to GOD
So I walk my own separate path
Whether at home or even abroad.
I wear no stripes upon my arms
There are no medals upon my chest
As I am just a civilian
Nothing more, and nothing less.
I know my national anthem
Whenever it is spoken or even sung
And tears still come unto my eyes
As proudly my head is hung.
Inside my soul their is a torch
I will be a patriot until the day I die
And I too will walk those proud lines
While still with pride for my flag I will cry.
I have never fought in a war
But I have passed our soldiers graves
I give thanks to the country that I live in
And to those soldiers, I give my praise.

poem by Randy McClave
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I Have No Desire To Limp Home With Agonized Feet

I don't have to be in 'his' shoes,
To know what it is like...
To commit to do for others.
And have those oppose my sacrifice,
To share with a few who listen and gossip...
About what I do they would do differently,
Because what I do for 'them' is either criticized.
But mostly disliked.

I don't have to be in 'his' shoes,
To know what it is like...
To commit to do for others.
However,
I have learned over the years...
When those shoes became too tight to wear,
I do not keep them on to soak my feet...
When not in public.

Oh no.
I don't have to be in 'his' shoes,
To know what it is like...
To commit to do for others.
Every pair of shoes I put on today...
Are guaranteed to provide my comfort.
I have no desire to limp home with agonized feet.
After I have met with a group of ungrateful people.
And to argue their cause too?
No!
I've already made those donations.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gabrielle

Walking along these fabled roads in a criss-cross pattern
Unable to keep my thoughts sorted
While I float away on the rings of Saturn

Because all the things I've dreamt of
I have dreamt on my own
And when burdened with accusations
I shall always choose to stand alone

I walk with a confidence
My enemies will always know I'm near
For when I walk these troubled hallways
My footsteps ring out crystal clear

I am the raindrop,
That condensed but never fell
And these words that I have written
Are all I have left to tell

My happiness is infinite
The more I give the more I receive
But my emotions are well expressed
When my smile takes its leave

I am who I am
I am Gabrielle
Few truly know me
Though hundreds claim to know me well

I am the sun
That rose but never set
May my shining light give warmth
To those under my protecting net

I am the angel
That comes and never goes
Forever white as light,
And faithful to the close

I am the plant
That is neglected, yet grows
It is through my many tall feet
That my personality shows

I am Gabrielle
A note held till the end of time
Capturing thousands under my spell
And leaving nothing but a rhyme

So come and stand beside me
Believe in me and we'll take flight
Because all the tears of all my years
Are being erased from me tonight

For I, Gabrielle, have strength and reason
Guiding me over hurtful treason
Never again shall I be weak
Never again shall my tear ducts leak
I am: Gabrielle

poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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