Comprehending A Strength Valued
No high becomes so low,
Than the acknowledgement...
That a sitting on a pedestal,
One day has to go!
And nothing is as refreshing,
As knowing what is rooted below...
Remains to sustain all that grows,
For those comprehending a strength valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing More Durable
It is refreshing to get that opportunity,
To be placed on a pedestal...
As if one sits on a throne.
It is refreshing to do this,
With an attention received...
To one that is shown.
But getting comfortable,
Is not recommended.
Especially if one's ego becomes cemented.
It is just the experience alone,
One should value.
And not a belief where one sits,
Represents a permanence.
Remembering...
There is nothing more durable,
Than those memories of one that seem to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Needed Me
I cried a tear, you wiped it dry
I was confused, you cleared my mind
I sold my soul, you bought it back for me
And held me up, and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me.
You gave me strength to stand alone again
To face the world out of my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me.
And I can't believe it's you
I can't believe it's true
I needed you, you were there
I'll never leave, why should I leave?
I'd be a fool, 'cause I've finally found someone
Who really cares.
You held my hand when it was cold
When I was lost you took me home
You gave me hope when I was at the end
And turned my lies back into truth again
You even called me friend.
You gave me strength to stand alone again
To face the world out of my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Remember...You're the One That's Nuts
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
For years I have been labelled a fool...
Who has no direction.
Laughed at behind my back...
With less than adulation.
And made to feel uncomfortable,
Because I chose to be who I am.
Tell me this...
If they who have done this,
Have been stripped and evicted...
From their realities.
And their 'normal' lives have ceased to be!
While I maintain my peace of mind...
That took time for me to receive.
With a faith I've kept and believed.
What do they have they had valued...
But now has been taken.
That allows them to escape...
The sadness appearing on their faces?
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
If their way of life is 'suppose' to be right...
Why do they look as if,
The end for them is nearing?
If I had been the one...
They were laughing at and jeering?
Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.
I see a new day beginning to dawn.
And it seems all that they have believed in...
Has been taken away from them and gone!
'Remember...
You're the one that's nuts! '
Oh...
That's right!
I forgot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Running Out Of Love
Some days youre gonna put me on hold
Some days youre gonna put me
On a pedestal up high
I dont know if its me
I dont know if its you
I dont know if its both of us
Not knowing what to do
When were running out of love
Not knowing what to do
When were running out of love
And when it comes to taking my calls
Theres something more between us
Than a telephone line
I cant believe its me
I cant believe its you
I cant believe its both of us
Not knowing what to do
When were running out of love
Not knowing what to do
When were running out of love
Cant think of how we lost our way
Some days I feel
Im getting very close to you
Cant think of how the story ends
Cant hear the words
I really want to hear from you
Were running out of love
Cant believe were running out of love
Cant believe were running out of love
Some people like to put you on hold
Some people like to put you
On a pedestal up high
I dont know if its me
I dont know if its you
I dont know if its both of us
Not knowing what to do
When were running out of love
Not knowing what to do
When were running out of love
Cant believe were running out of love
Cant believe were running out of love
Cant believe were running out of love
song performed by by Moody Blues
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The One Thing About Knowing
The one thing about knowing,
Is its ability not to be undone.
Once something is known,
An acknowledgement of it...
To others become easily shown.
And that knowledge shown,
May come to show others despising it.
Depending on who sees what one has,
As a lasting benefit.
Since those who are not afraid of knowledge,
Feel freer to leave behind their ignorance.
The one thing about knowing,
Whether or not it is documented...
Is its ability not to be undone.
Once something is known,
An acknowledgement of it...
To others become easily shown.
And few are found to run away,
From its presence or existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Become Valued
Those who are proud of their dysfunctions,
Could care less...
Where they are exhibited.
With the acknowledgement undenied,
That their contributions made to society...
Has added definition to what has become valued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strength
To sustain life
It is required
To have a tower of strength.
Life is negated
When there is lack of strength.
A strong and vigorous life
Entails harmony and unity.
A feeble and tame life
With short coming of strength
Accords disunity.
With strength you acquire a boon
Of unalloyed love.
With strength in paucity
You get impoverished
And are in the mundane level.
Strength with tenacity
Enables you to realize God
In your vicinity.
.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Nothing Remains to Sustain An Intensity Given
The cresting that comes and wanes...
Does not fade within a heart,
That has felt the gift of Sun!
It remains and not falters...
To sparkle bright and reflect,
Upon those who witnessed...
And accepted a change that has occured.
Nothing remains to sustain an intensity given.
It is an experience to be collected.
Shared and remembered for what it is.
Not to be held to define one's greatness.
Attempting to achieve a stability that keeps evolving...
Results in defeat and overwhelming conflict!
Nothing remains to sustain an intensity given.
It is an experience to be collected.
Shared and remembered for what it is.
And passed on.
But some with greed would like to perceive,
With beliefs worshipped and symbolized!
That this giving done is of their own creation!
And they can not let it go.
Like a leaf refusing to fall from the tree of its life.
Remembering what it was.
And not accepting this process that moves on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The High Moors free verse
The high moors lie beneath a changing Sky
As seasons in their turn assume the throne
The landscape changes yet remains the same.
Cosmetic changes superficially
appear to alter what is permanent.
Changing perceptions of what we can see
by adding or subtracting colouring
The pleasant shades of green wrought by the spring
The hues of summer heather dominates
and autumn paints the moors in shades of gold.
Then winter shows monochrome artistry.
Uninhabited. uninhibited
The high moors appear to be desolate
and yet sustain more life than meets the eye.
The circling hawks on high can see their prey
and stooping, swiftly expertly they dine.
They take some small life to sustain their own.
Obeying Natures rule kill or be killed.
The high moors can be very dangerous
especially to the uninitiated.
Their beauty attracts both wise men and fools.
And yet there is no place I’d rather be
Alone, or with congenial company.
13-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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P o e t s
and the gift is not
the writing, but the knowing,
knowing poetry
poems come and go
but the knowing stays
and grows; ask them,
they know that knowing.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Secret love
He gloomily sat by the wall,
As gaily she danced with them all.
Her laughter's light spell
On every one fell;
His heartstrings were near unto rending,
But this there was none comprehending.
She fled from the house, when at eve
He came there to take his last leave.
To hide her she crept,
She wept and she wept;
Her life-hope was shattered past mending,
But this there was none comprehending.
Long years dragged but heavily o'er,
And then he came back there once more.
-Her lot was the best,
In peace and at rest;
Her thought was of him at life's ending,
But this there was none comprehending.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Not Part Of My Love Description
Putting those adored and respected,
High on a pedestal...
Where from one's eyes,
They are placed and set.
May not be to the benefit of those placed there.
Sometimes people forget,
It is who they are...
And not what they have,
Or believe what they will get...
That someone places them so high in their eyes.
Some may begin to believe,
Everyone sees them that way.
Only to hit rock bottom,
When the source of their glow and light...
Begins to feel they have become annoying.
And for one sitting so high...
It is difficult to be seen,
When someone who once loved unconditionally...
Pulls the plug and leaves.
'I thought you said you adored me? '
~I did.
But competing with your ego,
Is not part of my love description.
Giving with no receiving?
Naw!
I aint into it!
You don't mind if I take my light,
I showered on you so bright...
And go,
Do you?
I guided you up.
Who knows?
You're ALL THAT!
Maybe someone will come along,
To help you plant your feet back on the ground.
I'm outta here.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting In An Empty House
Sitting in an emtpy house
Waiting for the phone to ring
Sitting in an empty house
Wanting someone to call about anything
Sitting in an house
Just a cat for company
Sitting in an empty house
Will someone please take time for me?
Sitting in an empty house
No one knows I'm so alone
Sitting in an empty house
The pain I feel remains unknown
04/29/06
Those Unsuspecting Experiences
There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
On the onset this may present an irritant.
For one like this to come into contact,
With a consistent ignorance.
But the acknowledgement one has...
Knowing one doesn't have to put up with it,
Is as refreshing as a tall glass of Long Island Ice Tea.
Hmmm, delicious.
There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
One can sit back and observe,
What is being done.
With the end results already known,
By those disbelieving what their ignorance achieves.
'May I have another glass of Long Island Ice Tea, please?
With salt free Tostado Chips.
And a large order of Guacamole.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Strength
Love alone is great in might,
Makes the heavy burden light,
Smooths rough ways to weary feet,
Makes the bitter morsel sweet:
Love alone is strength!
Might that is not born of Love
Is not Might born from above,
Has its birthplace down below
Where they neither reap nor sow:
Love alone is strength!
Love is stronger than all force,
Is its own eternal source;
Might is always in decay,
Love grows fresher every day:
Love alone is strength!
Little ones, no ill can chance;
Fear ye not, but sing and dance;
Though the high-heaved heaven should fall
God is plenty for us all:
God is Love and Strength!
poem by George MacDonald
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Undecided
The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.
But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!
And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Should I Wish To Just Sit On a Pedestal?
To sit on pedestals,
May be heights some wish to achieve.
But as for me...
Why should I place such limits on myself?
Isn't the Universe boundless?
And we are gifted to live on an Earth,
Suspended as it spins.
With only the force of gravity,
To keep it mysteriously positioned.
Why should I wish to just sit on a pedestal?
There is something far greater than that,
I am a part of and desire to explore.
Too many miracles surround me,
I witness being produced.
And I would choose just to sit on a pedestal?
That may be what 'you' choose to do.
But I've got my sights on STARS!
With a blazing done in all of this Cosmic wonder.
Why should I wish to just sit on a pedestal?
Are you kidding?
With all that I envision going on?
Comeon, let's get real here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was writing a chapter of Beautiful Evidence on the subject of the sculptural pedestal, which led to my thinking about what's up on the pedestal - the great leader.
quote by Edward Tufte
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Leaving A Lofty Place
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Appreciating an arrivial done,
To acknowledge one day an end will come...
With a feeling of an accomplishment,
That came to one as a surprise.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
'Who do we have here? '
~We had to put a strait jacket on this one.
They believed that using the superglue,
Would keep them sitting on top forever.~
'Oh well...
Some are more graceful than others,
Upon their departures.
Don't you think the strait jacket is a bit severe? '
~It took hours to pry this one loose for the pedestal.
We didn't want to take any chances,
Of having a suicide on our hands.~
'Geeessshh.
Let's hope the next one is more gracious.
Is the raffle set to pick another one? '
~Yep.
We're ready when you are.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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