Competing To Top Their Anguish
Discouragement is so overrated!
If someone chooses to be depressed...
Let them!
And leave them quick!
Unless it is recognized...
This is a temporary setback,
They themselves despise!
If it is realized as a momentary mood filler,
Wish them the best...
And give your mind some peace and rest!
Quicken your steps away from them!
Be cordial.
You never know,
What this movement might begin!
However...
If you are willfully being selected,
By someone to deplete from you your goodwill,
Into a conscious baiting complete of drama overkill!
Awaiting to strip every remnant of your glow.
Along with a magnificence you began to feel and show...
Before this accidental encounter,
Begins to stir with a familiar flow.
It may be too late to back away slowly!
As the temperature set now,
Seeks ways to attract you to despair!
Go ahead...
Display a hint of caring!
And within minutes,
You will be competing to top their anguish!
People like that love to prove,
Those in a good mood...
Know little about life and disappointment!
And,
When they have achieved
A shared shouting and screaming match...
That pleases,
With you...
Beginning to quiver lips and bare teeth,
As you attempt to unlatch from their point of view!
Teased with a treatment they pursued to indo!
Witness their eyes glisten with accomplishment.
And you...
Have provided their satisfaction!
And you...
Have now been prepared to attack!
Watch them sit back,
To revel in their deed you fed with ease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A hatred in blood
It is not in my blood to hate
It doesn’t strike or come very late
I have observed the result of peace
Life can be led with ease
The hatred burns you from within
Even in victory it is not a win
You lower your image in public eye
You must think and give a good bye
It has not helped any one in present
It lacks sincerity and good behavior is absent
Peace, even if you desire, can’t be clearly sent
You are out of grace with adverse comment
Hatred emerges out of frustration
You loose the appetite for good narration
For you everything seems to be out of question
It has direct bearing and relation
You may land in problem the moment you loose your ahead
You may become rudderless with no clear goal to lead
These are all side effects of hatred and rage
They are not worth mentioning on page
In raging mood, you may destroy the good foundation
You may witness water’s fury after the inundation
You may setback from all the directions
Any amount of goodwill may not correct the action
Life has its own ratting with conclusion
It may shine with some of the finest inclusions
What are expected to perform and adhere to?
Life is to be lived with all the hurdles to pass through
It may infuriate you at some stage
You have all the reason to burn in rage
It may not prove appropriate to your age
Still you have to pass it off as good mileage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Affirming That...
Attract good health,
To me and my home.
Attract wealth of understanding,
And an abundance condoned...
To me and my home.
Attract goodwill and love,
To me and my home.
Attract a forgiveness shared,
To me and my home.
Attract an increased love of God,
To me and my home.
Attract those of faith and encouragement,
To me and my home.
Attract a giving that receives graciously,
To me and my home.
Attract a growth that knows its worth,
To me and my home.
Attract a success
That leaves a mind at peace and rest.
With friends and family,
All feeling a 'givingness'.
And let it be known...
That in my home dwells a heart,
Affirming that which it needs...
To deliver what God expects!
As I journey upon this path,
He enlightens...
Whenever I come to pray to Him and ask,
For guidance to assist me
With all He gives and my tasks...
With Him I know I will pass!
And in the doing,
I am hopeful...
To attract to my life the best God has,
For me and those affirming that!
Affirming 'that' to ourselves at last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In That Mood To Pursue
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant but more...
Determinance.
Like a man standing in defense...
Of what I have now with confidence.
And no one's gona try to say I make no sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant,
With a meaning intent.
And a mind tracked on common sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I feel there's nothing now that I can't do.
I'm in that mood,
For me.
No one has to agree.
I'm up,
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I said I'm up...
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove,
To you or nobody in that groove...
Who aint got it goin' and movin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Melancholy Mood
A little collie weed to ease I grief
too much agony living in the limits of big city
a little collie weed to meditate
too much insanity in this society
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
rise this morning smile with the sun
oh I'm blessed another day has begun
everything in life has its purpose
find its reason it has its season
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
tears leave my eyes I just want to fly
deep down I feel pain
but I know I must rise again
from this melancholy mood melancholy mood
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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There Is The Mood Of A Poem For This Night
THERE IS THE MOOD OF A POEM FOR THIS NIGHT
There is the mood of a poem for this night
There is the mood of a love from long ago
That is forever lost-
There is a mood of a too rainy and too cold night
There is a mood of more inside than saying can mean-
There is a mood of many things-
And all these moods are not one mood
And yet in me now largely indescribable-
For there is a mood which takes the person away
Into a land of dreams and beyond
And another mood and another poem
Which simply stays where it is
In longing for itself-
So while I have many moods
And may write many poems of those moods
I know that there is no mood tonight
Which is the one and only one love
I would always have-
And no mood which can say again
All that a person may have when young
And never know again in old age-
There is a mood of being forever sad and forever regretful-
But considering how much Beauty life has
And how many different ways there are of finding it
I will listen to the music of the light tonight
And hear the poetry of many great souls
And in a mood of joy
Quietly go to rest
As if happiness really were the mood beyond and within everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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Baby, Im In The Mood For You
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home
And sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
And sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna hit the highway road
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, lord, I had my overflowin fill
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna make out my final will
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna head for the walkin hill
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna climb up to the sky
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna laugh until I cry
But then again, I said again, I said again, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna sleep in my ponys stall
Sometimes Im in the mood, I aint gonna do nothin at all
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna fly like a cannon ball
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna back up against the wall
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna run till I have to crawl
Sometimes Im in the mood, I aint gonna do nothin at all
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna change my house around
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna make a change in this here town
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna change the world around
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Within and Without Eyes
After one's mind has been shocked,
And traumatized...
By illness or another life 'encounter'!
An awareness quite different,
Broadens an understanding...
Before not realized.
Openness to thought,
Comes into a clearer view!
Intentions not mentioned,
Become 'sensitized'.
Within...
And without eyes to witness!
A greater thankfulness is expressed.
A greatfulness brings a peace of mind,
To rest.
And comforts those who know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prize For Comments
I wish here a good prize for comments
It may then be called nice movement
Rare phenomena to encourage new poets
Who otherwise remain in oblivion and prefer to be quiet
We can force no one to read
Yet can provide clue to lead
A momentum to make thrust
For developing skill and trust
Generally I see prominent people find the place
Rest all are seemed to be left out of race
Only few people adore the quarter
Rest all are awaiting break for their starter
Poems do emerge in human mind
As it is divine place to rest and find
What can be beneficial to intelligent people?
As rest even may not understand after making great struggle
I wish and plead for something to prove concrete
Let for one post at least two new comers are greeted
With the deserving comment if that is due
If not by readers then editors must view
With this noble ideas the base may be expanded
The courtesy and honor must be extended
We may have lot many hidden jewels
Those may find light and certainly excel
Just a wish and nothing in person
Yet that must be taken positively with reasons
We may surely fuel the new energy on horizon
Where old and new may combined from all zones
It may not take place in days ahead
But my humble views may certainly be read
Any attempt at revival may afterward then be certainly dead
If we fail to gasp the mood and provide the lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Portfolio
Look...
I could care less,
About you being stressed
Distressed, depressed...
Or suppressed with anxieties,
Addressed in stale oppressions.
You confess you detest.
What's next?
On this merry-go-round...
You have found a comforting rest.
Is 'this' your 'best'?
I am no longer available,
To share 'that' with you!
Not at this hour.
Not in these times.
Not after what you and I have been through!
To spin in circles just to prove...
I can get dizzy in one spot?
And stagger around unable to move?
I have found my own happiness.
And those 'keys' to my success.
If that is the kind of conversation you wish to have...
Then I am open to express,
Why we both should be thankful to be so blessed.
Fussin' and cussin' is not on my agenda.
Nor is defeat or limitation speeches...
To feed into my consciousness.
IF you have a problem with 'that' or with me...
I will not stop you at all 'if' should turn your back,
To leave!
Be my guest!
You will be received...
In that crab barrel protesting like the rest!
I am only looking for good investments,
For my peace of mind that has been tested.
And whether or not this is understood...
You will not find me sitting on my behind,
To prove to you I can suffer...
Better than you ever could.
Or anyone in the neighborhood.
Should I mope in despair?
Declare to the world I've been ignored?
Should I pout when opportunity knocks?
Because I don't like who or what I see...
When I 'peek' through that door?
I think not!
Not on my 'watch'!
Will I let that go unexplored.
You want to splurge on complaints?
And put restraints on your ambitions?
You want to make your life miserable...
And focus on your condition?
You want to moan and groan about you being 'PO'?
And identify yourself with others like that you know?
That's okay!
I'm not going to tell you don't do it that way!
I am setting up additions to my revised portfolio!
And folks like you who continue to review losses...
Are being removed from the stock the blocks,
My goodwill and the path my journey shows.
And what I feel is mine to be returned?
I've been taught some lessons I have learned...
And I've begun mending bridges I once had burned.
I sense my steps you wish to stop!
And I have to let you go!
My portfolio can not hold onto that nonsense.
I want more than trapping BS,
In my life to adventure and show!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace
there's a place that i know where the sycamores grow
and daffodils have their fun
where the cares of the day seems to slowly fade away
and the glow of the evening sun
peace when the day is done
if i go there real late, let my mind meditate on everything to be done
if i search deep inside, let my conscience be my guide
then the answers are sure to come
don't have to worry none
when you find a piece of mind
leave you worries behind
don't say that it can't be done
with a new point of view
life's true meaning comes to you
and the freedom you seek is one
peace is for everyone
peace is for everyone
peace is for everyone
song performed by by Norah Jones
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0398 The Blackbird's Song
Waking to the blackbird's song -
insisting, so it seems, on something close to joy and praise...
the sun's just breaking through the morning mist;
the smell of coffee and hot bread rolls,
the gentle stir of household come to life:
it's a good day, the best of days, right now.
Showered, with the inner glow of a man who's
just those few and precious minutes ahead of schedule
and thus with goodwill there to share -
and what?
Is goodwill quite enough, as you bounce into the office,
or (o hero) into the morning classroom, or
the matey pride of factory floor?
This is the tricky crux of this poem, and who am I...
now in this summer morning's glow of goodwill to all men
- and to all womankind, rejoicing themselves and you
in summer's clothes - is there a place
within this glow, for, go on say it, joy?
And if joy, is there, then, gratitude?
And if there's gratitude, is there, then, praise?
Meanwhile
the blackbird
just sings.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Steps
Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could ease my day a little
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be chased in doing my work
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could enjoy my day at peace
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be surprised by any outcome
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I let my life to be freely flow
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I could focus on what I want to achieve
Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could take a little nap
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be alerted every time
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could prepare the worst
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be bothered by all strategy maneuvers
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I don’t really care about that anymore
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I won’t waste my energy to worry
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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101 Of Room 202 - 0947
Room 202 am I to all drawn through
my space, trace day or two, weeks, more, few know
when weakness, illness, accidental blow,
may strike? All careful welcome find, though to
my door few come by choice, 'tis true.
Room 202 sufficient, spartan simple taste
furnished for those who should never haste;
I shelter all who nursing need. Time's flow
takes on a different meaning here while slow
trickle second thoughts that elsewhere tick off waste.
Room 202 bright white - nor curtains blue,
nor scarlet velvet trappings status show,
no gilded chandeliers nor burnished glow
should twist attention. Textures rich in hue
overload the senses, to rest prove foe.
Room 202, home to bed pillow-cased
in cotton clean, where conscience double-faced
or clear must meet harsh challenges that grew
formidable, host cancer, palsy, flu,
unfeted crash fate caused, with limb replaced.
Room 202 bears witness, sometimes pain explodes,
some sadness, joy, as next-of-kin decodes
with gasp or grasping fingers motives true
too often hidden from men's conscious view,
await new tenants' temporary abodes.
Room 202 stays neutral through and through.
continues welcome, patients come and go,
some cured and some immured, while to and fro
mind's eye reminded of life's fragile cue
from age old illness seeks solutions new.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Do You Want This?
'Do you want this?
Come and get it.'
I slept with dreams.
And awakened as if they existed.
I awakened as if...
In my hands I held them.
To realize and never to let them drift.
'You want this?
What makes you think,
It will be made easy...
For you to touch and get.'
And I began to taste my dreams,
To me fed on a daily basis.
Years of impatience I knew too well.
Rushing to succeed...
Had me stumbling to fall.
I hated being teased.
'Do you or do you 'not' want this?
How else do you expect to get it? '
I could not shut that voice within up.
It seemed to taunt and I was beginning to have enough.
And then...
A process began within me slow.
Although my dreams and wishes would not let me go.
They were there holding onto me too tightly.
Slowly I began to seek teachings needed.
Gritting my teeth to qualify my desires.
And then one day I did awaken validated.
Feeling with a patience quite surprised.
And accepting what I had not realized.
'You want this? '
Yes.
Yes, I do.
I feel I am ready.
And I've got patience too.
'Good for you.
Now...
Just with a few more steps taken,
All that you wish...
Will eventually come true for you to exist.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Different tratment
She banged the phone and blasted
I feared more blasts and waited
She was damn angry and out of control
I even forgot to address her and call
I gained little strength and again called
Her previous encounter was stone walled
I was not in rage but in shame
I did not know now what she will blame
“What you think you can talk on phone”
I was taken a back when she had blasted and gone
I became really nervous and tried to console
She was in damn bad mood and on other pole
I thought of bad day ahead and tried to pacify
No amount of persuasion may calm her or satisfy
“Don’t you know how to address woman on women’s day’?
She was trying to be little aggressive and has sway
I thought she wanted little different treatment
She did not want same feeling with the sweet comments
She thought of forcing her views in hostile mood
I thought I may have to miss my precious food
Whole world is complementing us for our role
You are not able to make even small sweet call
What are you going to do for me and my cause?
Now I came to know what were all drama and all because
I laughed it out but after long stress
She had all happiness on face
Even though it was unusual for her to act
She was in hostile mood to impress upon and react
I said congrats on their women’s day
But requested her to find for me a comfortable way
So I can remain in peace with her in this lovely world
But asked her to calm down and return to my warm fold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In 'My' World I Am The Do Do
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
There was a time I would drop,
My priorities.
To sit and listen to someone moan.
To show them I was there,
And they were not alone!
There was a time I would stop,
In my tracks.
To carry a load,
Someone else had on their back.
To give unconditional friendship.
Without a thought about that!
Then one day I was in need.
Knowing in my heart...
Someone would come to my rescue.
I damn near was crawling on my knees.
Until I witnessed myself...
Being made to play the fool.
With folks caring less,
What it was I was going through!
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
To stink when I wish.
And caring less who likes it.
When I move,
My eyes are focused.
With my needs to meet first.
I 'may'...
Depending on my mood.
Choose to be less self serving.
However,
Whatever I decide...
I will not waste a second,
In debate.
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
I am not living my life,
As an option someone can find...
To play with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Renewed Satisfaction
I'm back on track,
With renewed satisfaction.
I can say yesterday was okay...
But today,
I'm going to ride away!
I'm going to wave to the people,
Whether they wave back.
And I'm not going to wonder
Who smiles
Or frowns just to show me that!
Humming to the music on the radio,
And it ain't even the blues!
Cruising through the countryside,
And doing just exactly what I choose!
This boost has got me moving!
Decided I would take a drive,
To discover brand new places!
I needed this fresh breeze...
And an updated point of view!
There is no urgency to repeat,
Or retracing of my paces.
I'm doing this for me,
Like I should have done...
To free myself from you!
'I think I'll have a baked potato! '
I'm back on track,
With renewed satisfaction.
I can say yesterday was okay...
But today,
I'm riding far away!
Decided I would take a drive,
To discover brand new places!
I needed this fresh breeze...
And an updated point of view!
I needed this relief and believe me,
It agrees with my mood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Love To You
Blow, flow, slow, low, glow;
This is the beginning of my love to you,
And to complete the task of this care at hand!
Watch your steps as you mature and grow,
For different things are done in different ways;
But you love mangoes and i love apples,
And like experiences and the interactions in the land of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Same Back-at-cha!
You wished me well.
And peace released in my life,
For me to tell.
With good health and prosperity,
That would grow and swell.
And my happiness to flow.
To know in my heart it is so!
The same back-at-cha!
Kept stacked in a pack,
And wrapped in active laughter.
To get you sitting relaxed...
With nothing on your mind to matter.
But you and the best of that!
But you and the best of that!
The same back-at-cha!
Kept stacked in a pack,
And wrapped in active laughter.
Getting what you give to match.
Getting what you give to match.
The same back-at-cha!
You wished me well.
And peace released in my life,
For me to tell.
With good health and prosperity,
That would grow and swell.
And my happiness to flow.
To know in my heart it is so!
The same back-at-cha!
Kept stacked in a pack,
And wrapped in active laughter.
To get you sitting relaxed...
With nothing on your mind to matter.
But you and the best of that!
But you and the best of that!
The same back-at-cha!
Kept stacked in a pack,
And wrapped in active laughter.
Getting what you give to match.
Getting what you give to match.
The same back-at-cha!
And getting what you give to match.
And getting what you give to match.
The same back-at-cha!
The same back-at-cha!
The same back-at-cha!
Getting what you give to match.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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