Close God Will Stay
'Be not less...
But more with your wishes.
God is listening to you.
And 'all' that you desire
Will come true!
It will...for you!
Don't despair.
God is protecting you.
And all of His 'Angels' are aware
Of what you are going through!
You are one of 'us' they say!
Keep your faith strong.
God knows where your heart belongs!
Each and every day!
Close God will stay.
If you pray,
It is kept that way! '
Dedicated and inspired by:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Educator/Performing Artist
And...mother of three ('LOL')
Hartford, Connecticut
'Frances...
Once again, I have been 'touched' to send
a 'message' directly to you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Profounded-Nouned-Ness
The 'light' has always been there.
Perhaps it takes 'aging' for some to become aware of it! ?
Nothing in nature has remained the same.
It is constantly 'evolving'.
Some have accepted this as 'change'.
While others hope their observances,
Will remain for them a repeated cycle.
We are just replacements.
That's it!
'Hmmm...
A 'poem'?
I think so!
I'm just so 'full' of 'profounded-nouned-ness'.
lol.
Of course my wonderful sister, Mim, would say,
'Yeah! He's full of 'it' alright! '
Inspired By:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
High School English Teacher
'Thank you, Ms Frances'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If We Borrowed From Tomorrow's Joy Today
Stop endorsing thoughts that do not flourish
Your best wishes for complete and total wellness.
It's not a good feeling to have body aches
Or feelings of sickness you know you can't fake.
Not when it is yours...
Embracing you behind closed doors.
I KNOW that to be true!
I wonder if one chooses,
To tell the mind not to feel confined.
Within walls of limitation of all and any kind...
What would follow?
What would come...
If we borrowed from tomorrow's joy today,
What would follow in tomorrow's uncertainty?
Will we have enough for the rest of our lives...
To make more of it happen each day,
And be able to thrive in ways we wish!
Let it be known...
Any agony you own,
Is up for sale or leased!
Inspired By:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are Here To Do and Not Leave Undone
I have soooo much to be thankful for.
So many blessings.
Heartache, pain and struggle,
Are parts of all of our lives.
If we only understood,
we (a collective 'we') ...
Are here to overcome our challenges.
And not be succumbed by them!
If we choose to win...
We must stay in it,
With an expectation we can identify
As a success achieved!
An acceptance of what 'is'...
Would keep us moving forward,
Seeking fun and happiness.
And committed to be accountable...
For all of our actions.
And being productive...
Regardless of the circumstances.
Or...
We can choose to remain seduced by fear and limitation!
If we let go and let God do His/Her or Its 'thing'
In our lives...
More wholesome ones we would live.
Without believing we have control.
And we do...
Hold onto those emotions.
To select and remove the bitter from the sweet!
For an incomplete experience!
And experiences should teach,
All those who have truthfully embraced a consciousness.
That delivers to us our observations.
We are here to do,
And not leave undone...
Any assignment God has given!
We can only offer our stubbornness,
To reminisce regrets.
Protecting us in shelters...
Of a falseness that introduces more sorrow.
And for those holding on like that...
Tomorrow never comes to enlighten!
Inspired by:
Frances Jeffrey McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Ms Frances'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Queen of Oars
There is a lasting benefit to growing up poor.
And dealing with the 'guts' of reality.
One carries a perception...
That to observe closely every detail of one's life,
A lot of time is saved from wishful thinking.
And before crime became one's sole purpose for living...
Those, in the early days of struggle,
Benefitted by not taking things for granted.
Like the basics...
Food.
Clothing.
And a roof over one's head.
Those were the days before fantasy became the rage!
Today...
Reality,
Like truth...
Is a thing people rather not discuss.
It is feared.
You can not show enough of it.
It still will not be believed...
As an anchor which rescues.
People purchase things they do not need,
Or can afford today.
But can buy with good credit.
Or what's left of it.
Having a plastic card without a dime in one's pocket...
Will throw a nose higher in the air,
In any shopping mall!
I overheard a conversation about the current devastation.
One was in total disbelief,
That the economy was bleeding.
The other was a woman who professed her hopes,
That the 'ship' would not sink!
She didn't appear to be cracked on dope.
She was going to shop for jewelry...
And look for bargains to purchase a 'mink'.
In July?
I could not help but think...
'She is not even blinking.
Poor thing!
She must be medicated to the brim.
At least to the brink.
Could she actually afford,
That kind of 'bling'? '
So many are living in a world they ignore.
And I approach to interrupt,
Those two in discussion.
And without apology I stated...
'I have a message for you both.
Your ship 'is' sinking.
Believe it...get a row boat.
Neither one of you need a mink.
Even delusions will not float.
One of you I annoint, Queen of Flights of Fancy.
The other I declare, Queen of Oars.
The crew will never be bored! '
Of course...
I had no choice but to leave immediately.
When they both began to scream loudly,
For security!
And I did not feel guilty at all...
As I continued to stalk the mall!
Observing those treasuring their packaged 'things'.
Unaware of their dwindling dreams!
In times that seem...
So remarkably bewitched.
As I amuse myself surrounded,
By so many who have been...
With their materialisms addicted!
Inspired by:
One of the most positive thinking people I know...
Frances Jeffrey McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Ms Frances.
You are, indeed, a gift of inspiration.
Yes, we have had our 'moments'
However...
I can not deny you are 'blessed'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women's League Day Care Center
My early lessons taught,
Were delivered...
At the Women's League Day Care Center,
In Hartford, Connecticut.
I had to have been all of two,
Or maybe 3 years old...
When I first began the beginning,
Of an aware consciousness.
I though my mother was giving me away!
And I was quick to show everyone,
Within listening distance...
I didn't like it at all!
I remember Mrs. Hines!
And the wrought iron encased stairsteps,
To the dismal West Avon Street joint.
Right off of Main Street.
A stone's throw...
From Bellevue Square.
A tenement project,
I loved and hated equally.
OH!
I forgot.
This is a poem.
Not a Declaration of Independence.
Well,
Anyway...
The Women's League Daycare Center,
Was extremely significant in my growth process.
I didn't realize it,
Until I was well into my 20's...
What a gift, my sister Mimmie and I, were given.
Gee...
That was back in either 1949 or '50!
And Mim and her husband AL,
Are GRANDPARENTS.
You know...
My mother 'always' told us,
God works in mysterious ways.
And to this day,
I'd like to know...
How my niece, Shayla
And my nephew, Landry...
My sisters Tammy and Lisa,
Get to be...
So much 'older' than me?
Do we 'not' share the same genes?
OH!
This could go on and on.
I feel it!
Dedicated:
To the Women's League Day Care Center,
a name I knew it as for 'many' years.
Located in Hartford, Connecticut.
'Probably the first day care center established,
in the country. Who knows? I'm a writer/poet...
not an historian.
Although, I'm beginning to feel like a dinosaur.
A youthful one, I might add.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sweetness of the Fruit You Taste
Much continued happiness and blessings!
May success always be welcomed
To cross your threshold.
Without hesitation.
As long as you maintain
To remain who you are,
Your glow shines brighter than any witnessed star!
You started on a path that has taken you quite far.
And the sweetness of the fruit you taste...
Has to feel as glorious to savor,
As the juice you dare not waste!
Letting you shine with accomplishments,
Like a heart like yours creates!
Happiness always to you is due...
As you reflect upon your struggles,
Giving you reason to celebrate!
Inspired and Dedicated to:
Nicki Mathis and her many years
of supporting the performing arts
through her 'baby'
'The Many Colors of a Woman, Inc.'
Hartford, Connecticut
Celebrating the 20th year in presenting
the musical talents of women of color!
'Congratulations, Nicki'
Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Wishes Would Be Limited
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
You provide an insight,
That enlightens.
And brings a brightness to my heart.
You may not be aware of this.
You may even dismiss it!
If I should address or mention it!
Yet...
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
I may not be on your mind at all.
And that is not a request,
I sit with in wishes.
However you do it...
And by the way you get that done,
Has a quality.
And for me from you...
That is all I need!
You 'are' who you are.
And that alone feeds me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Count It All As Joy
Count it all as joy!
Even the pain of living,
You believe has increased...
Can and will cease to be.
If the grip you hold.
Loosens to let grief go!
And,
That is okay...
If it goes away.
It is not meant to stay,
To have you in despair that way!
Count it all as joy!
If you did not experience sorrow,
How would you recognize happiness?
Count it all as joy!
If you did not know struggle...
Or a burden to bear.
How would you know a gladness,
That appeared in your heart to share?
Count it all as joy!
If you did not know loss,
And the agony connected.
How can you appreciate...
A peace of mind and reflect it?
Count it all as joy!
Even those rough times,
Appearing along your path...
Aren't there to paralyze you,
As obstacles in your view.
To subdue there to last!
Count it all as joy!
Trial and tribulations?
Even take 'them' and celebrate.
You are awaiting,
To be showered with treasures.
Know it and keep 'that' to anticipate.
Count it ALL as joy!
Maintain a steadfastness in your praises.
To God...
And do not for a moment,
Contemplate a doubt in hesitation.
God prepares every wish to be delivered.
Know you are blessed,
With each test you receive!
Perceiving 'this' as it is!
Depend on this.
And count it all as joy.
Dedicated:
Mrs. Eula Shamberger
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Eula.
This has been the first time I have been inspired
to begin and finish a composition in the presence
of the person who provided that inspiration!
We both were there in your office January 29th 2008
when you said 'Count It All As Joy'. And I could not
leave until this 'poem' was completed in its entirety!
THAT has never happened to me before. This was
indeed a message...a blessing! And I am very grateful! '
Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Lesson of Life (Mother)
(dedicated to Ms. Sandrine Piau, a great soprano)
whom I must dedicate my best love?
whom I must dedicate my best deed?
whom I must dedicate my best heart?
your mother, your mother, your mother
whom I must give my best food?
whom I must give my best home?
whom I must give my best vehicle?
your mother, your mother, your mother
whom I must send my best regard?
whom I must send my best greeting?
whom I must send my best welcoming?
your mother, your mother, your mother
who will never leave me?
who will never reject me?
who will never forget me?
your mother, your mother, your mother
who will still be there in my last pray?
who will still be there in my last hope?
who will still be there in my last breath?
your mother, your mother, your mother
I buy Pisa tower to you only
I buy Eiffel tower to you only
I buy Liberty statue to you only
can I pay your all kindness with those?
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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Sacrifice and Faith Are My Friends
Sacrifice and Faith are my friends!
From the very beginning,
They made their presence known!
I have shown them indifference,
On many occasions.
And we parted...
With Sacrifice being the more stubborn
When I rejected harsh criticsms,
I was not prepared to face!
As I grew to find how true they were.
How I created them and made them to occur!
Sometimes Sacrifice had me on the floor,
With Doubt!
And Doubt and I had bouts...all the time!
That's why Doubt is not a close friend of mine!
Sometimes Sacrifice made me aware...
If I was going to do anything worthy...
'It' was going to be there to insure
I had enough endurance
Not to give up!
Sacrifice was there to make sure
I knew 'It' was where I cared most!
Even though most of those times,
Tomorrow was much delayed!
I'd pray with fears as tears rolled...
To swell into rivers of complacency!
Sacrifice knew that was not me,
Fixed on my knees pleading.
Sacrifice often would connect me with Faith...
When I turned my back on Faith many a day!
I'm so glad Faith allowed my tantrums.
'It' knew I was being a misunderstood child,
When Faith would come and enfold me
With security and comfort.
That would sit with me a while!
Letting my time with Sacrifice...
Be discussed with Faith and understood!
And Faith would bring me to my senses.
Like only Faith knew...and could!
They were never the ones with the conflict at all.
I had to identify them on their own merit.
I had to discover 'Me' and who they were.
It has difficult but I now realize...
Without Sacrifice and Faith,
I would never have found Happiness!
And that is what they have been wanting for me,
All this time!
Inspred by:
Trevor Foster, Owner
TRU BOOKS/CAFÉ
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Trevor'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm a different person. I don't want to be titled as Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain's daughter. I want to be thought of as Frances Cobain.
quote by Frances Bean Cobain
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My Love Belongs To You
My nights belong to the sandman
'Cause I sure like a dream
My morning's belong to the wild-woods
'Cause I like to hear the birds sing
My soul belongs to heaven
My feet belong to my shoes
Oh, but baby my love belongs to you
My thoughts belong on tomorrow
'Cause today is all but gone
My memories belong on yesterday
'Cause I like to recall
My wishes belong upon a star
'Cause I believe they come true
But baby my love belongs to you
My love belongs to you
You and only you
These words are my heart talking
Believe me girl they're true
--- Instrumental ---
Oh, my wishes belong upon a star
'Cause I believe they come true
Oh, but my baby you know my love belongs to you
But baby my love belongs to you!...
song performed by by Alabama
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Send A Message
In a line of fire I stand and wait for you, I cant hold out for too long
Searchin every part of me for a sign, Im in the middle of a storm
I keep hopin, keep on dreamin, somehow youll get through to me
So I reach across the silence, in the air, I keep hopin for a sound
Just a word or two is all I need, how can I bring you back around
Can you hear me, can I touch you, show me the way to your heart
Chorus:
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
In my dark and lonely night I look for you, wont you save me from myself
When my senses melt away you will be here and I wont need nobody else
I cant hold back, I wont fight it, roll back this stone from my heart
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
Everything you are (everything you are)
Means everything to me (means everything to me)
I will wait for you (I will wait)
Time is all we need (is all)
(guitar solo)
I keep hopin, keep on dreamin, somehow youll get through to me
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
(send a, send a, send a, send a, send a, send a) Im ready, I am ready
Send a, send a
Send me a, me a
Send a, send a...
song performed by by Starship
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The Slave Mother
Heard you that shriek? It rose
So wildly on the air,
It seemed as if a burden'd heart
Was breaking in despair.
Saw you those hands so sadly clasped --
The bowed and feeble hand --
The shuddering of that fragile form --
That look of grief and dread?
Saw you the sad, imploring eye?
Its every glance was pain,
As if a storm of agony
Were sweeping through the brain.
She is a mother, pale with fear,
Her boy clings to her side,
And in her kirtle vainly tries
His trembling form to hide.
He is not hers, although she bore
For him a mother's pains;
He is not hers, although her blood
Is coursing through his veins!
He is not hers, for cruel hands
May rudely tear apart
The only wreath of household love
That binds her breaking heart.
His love has been a joyous light
That o'er her pathway smiled,
A fountain gushing ever new,
Amid life's desert wild.
His lightest word has been a tone
Of music round her heart,
Their lives a streamlet blent in one --
Oh, Father! must they part?
They tear him from her circling arms,
Her last and fond embrace.
Oh! never more may her sad eyes
Gaze on his mournful face.
No marvel, then, these bitter shrieks
Disturb the listening air;
She is a mother, and her heart
Is breaking in despair.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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I Know You're There and Listening
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You're here!
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me near.
Everyday when I pray,
I know You're there and listening.
Everyday when I pray,
I'm listening to You too!
And no matter if gray clouds appear.
Or thunder in my mind...
Brings tears.
I find You there protecting.
I find safe shelter here.
It's very clear
I find You near me...
Everyday.
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You are so near.
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me close...
To watch.
And chase away those fears that come.
To let me know I'm not just one with You.
You prove this everyday that I go through.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You are never from me far,
Away.
I know You're there,
With me...
As always.
I know You're there!
To comfort me.
Eternally...
You're there.
Inside of me.
And in my heart,
To believe.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You're never from me far,
Away.
You're here with me.
Kept faithfully to believe.
Everyday as I pray,
With faith and believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Message In Bottle
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No-one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Ooh... message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Sending out an sos
Sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos...
song performed by by Police
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Message In Bottle
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No-one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Ooh... message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Sending out an sos
Sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos...
song performed by by Police
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The Truth...That Is!
This may not be obvious.
But those who suffer from the perpetuation,
Of hate...
Are themselves victimized,
By applying their own self hatred.
I,
Myself...
Can become quite annoyed,
When I hear someone call for 'unity'!
As divisive as my statement can be.
And maybe it is the definition,
That bothers me.
Especially when I hear someone,
Speak derogatively...
About someone who does proactive deeds.
In their own community.
And is criticized...
By either family, friends or close associates,
For those positive activities.
And seem to attract,
A combative group of distractors.
And I know I am not the only one...
To observe this to be true.
It's just that no one seems to want to confront it!
The truth...
That is!
'You refer to Israel and Hamas? '
Not directly!
I do not have to single out the Middle East.
Or East, L.A.
Sudan or Hartford, Connecticut.
People are foolishly territorial.
Living on one planet...
Everyone 'consciously' calls home!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The King Of Kings And More
There's not one single fact unknown
To God who dwells above.
In Christ, no man lives life alone,
His grace will prove enough...
If only we would praise the Lord
When trouble comes our way,
With faith so bold we stand assured,
Or on our knees we pray.
The heart that grieves is known to Him,
His comfort never fails...
He saved each soul, the cost was grim,
For He was pierced with nails.
His sacred heart was also pierced
To prove that He was dead...
And though His Mother wept her tears,
For us, our Saviour bled...
God raised Him up from death to life,
Through Him we are reborn...
And while each one of must must strive,
We need not feel forlorn...
Through Him, we know that God forgave
Believers rich or poor.
We serve a Saviour strong and brave,
The King of Kings and more...
Blessed is the man who knows God's word,
With psalms and wisdom, too.
By faith, his heart is daily stirred,
Inspired and made new...
So praise the Lord your whole life long.
You'll meet the Lord one day!
To join God's angels in their song
And there, content, you'll stay...
poem by Denis Martindale
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