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Congratulated Or Insulted

Most of the time,
I'm not understanding...
If I am being congratulated or insulted.
Not that I seek to be naïve...
Although to some I can be.
I am one of those vulnerable types.
Trying to keep that sensitive creative mind,
Assessible and in touch.

How can I be empathetic...
If I believe I know so much?
I am just receptive with an acceptance of it!
And when I am approached to be congratulated...
I 'sense' a hint of insulting indulgence being done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The creative and the receptive

To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Least said soonest mended

Least said soonest mended

I am condemned to wonder why
I cannot make an apt reply.
When someone has insulted me.
I find I can quite easily

but only when it is too late
Why can’t I just retaliate?
when someone has insulted me.
At the time immediately.

Perhaps I’m taken by surprise
perhaps because I am too wise.
When someone has insulted me
to take the insult seriously.

Though I must say in self defence
I am not quick to take offence
when some one has insulted me
I hold on to my dignity.

I will not be an easy mark
to be hurt by some chance remark.
Perhaps they weren’t insulting me
but merely meant to disagree

I simply smile and let it go
I do not really want to know.
If they were insulting me.
It hasn’t worked as they can see.

20-Aug-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Penning

Pen the thought released by the mind,
Mind your language until you are blind;
The sneaking up illness is present,
When chaos is disorder and heaven-sent.
You are now congratulated by those who know
What the accomplishment becomes when you bow.
The bowing is abhorrent when danger is working,
Those who spoke were the winners of lurking.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Related To The Environment

I use to express my appreciation.
And complimented those,
Whose talents I admired.
I've stopped doing that.
I found myself defending that activity.
YES!
I was insulted,
Because I congratulated someone.
They indicated that I was patronizing.
So the few I do know that aren't offended,
I still extend my comments.

This foolishness experienced is without equal.
It has to be witnessed and evaluated,
To recognize the depths of insecurities...
And how they are related to the atmosphere.

And even then when that has been discovered...
A shallowness becomes identified,
Without doubt or question as part of the environment.
In other words...
It is as inescapable as gossip is to small minds,
In smaller towns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It was when Lucifer first congratulated himself upon his angelic behavior that he became the tool of evil.

quote by Dag Hammarskjold
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Intent Of Being Naive

Is it a trait that means that we should be treated as dirt, NO! Should we use you till you have nothing NO! Should we deny you your rights NO! Are you dumb because of it NO! What is being naive? Is it pretending things are simpler then they really are? Or is it not understanding how complex something is? The true question of being naive isn't what it means but its intent. Lieing to yourself or others shouldn't have an excuse such as naive. Now on the other if its true lack of understanding, then you should welcome any educating and we should be happy to do so. And we shouldn't associate being naive as stupidity unless there is no willingness to learn. Then its more then naive its ignorance and denial rolled into one. Am I willing learn yes. Will I ask question when I don't know yes. Will take a stand on what I believe with an open mind yes. Will I debate with someone I believe to be naive without the intent of denial yes. Being naive just means you got something to learn. Are you willing? or Are you in denial? Huh?

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Less than an hour before he'd congratulated himself on escaping all the traps of Earth, all the snares of Man. Not knowing that the greatest trap of all, the final and the fatal trap, lay on this present planet.

quote by Clifford D. Simak
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Metaphysics

The notorious ideas of our times are exact,
Coinages like ‘metaphysics’ encourage thinkers
To think and philosophically endeavour to the best
Of their abilities.

I am ignorant of their ways and am an idea myself,
Physical ones are begun and congratulated,
About nature, and the natural world,
The metaphysical one is about change and causes.

When the stars meet me in the eye,
Strong connections are kept and the changes
Of the strongest nature occur in
The recesses of my mind.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Punished

Approachable...
Liked.
Giving with care,
With an excitement that invites!
Loving and sensitive...
A natural delight!
Nice to hold,
When someone's there...
To plant a missed fruited kiss,
On lips licked and prepared!
Honest
Empathetic
Communicative and innovative.
Wanting someone...
To repossess a love,
Tossed and thrown away!
Vulnerable to a fault...
Naïve in fact,
In a circumspect way!
When it comes to desire,
That comes to tease and stay...
With temptations fired up
And impulsive decisions come to betray!
Returning a punished cycle,
To experience with the same display!
Torment
Grief
Endless nights...
With no sleep or relief to release.
As quarreling fights ignite thoughts
In a punished cycle beginning to spin
From daylight to dusk!
Straying to affect again...
Those churning,
Mixed and collected emotions!
Punished by the notion of devotion!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Must Limp Alone Across the Finish Line

If you must limp alone across the finish line,
Do it and be proud.
You have no challengers to win this race.
Goals you've chosen,
No one can deface or cheapen.
Or replace your dreams with their wishes.

You have already won your prize.
By keeping your eyes focused.
And remaining unvictimzed by fear.
You were able to fight it off.
And it did not cost you a thing!
But initiative.

You are to be congratulated.
What you desire,
Is so close.
So near.
So very clear.
Just choose to see it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A very receptive state of mind... not unlike a sheet of film itself - seemingly inert, yet so sensitive that a fraction of a second's exposure conceives a life in it.

quote by Minor White
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You are where you've been

You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.

You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.

You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.

You are where you've been.
And there is absolutely nothing,
That has remained the same.

And you giving in to what has begun,
Will not bestow upon you a patience...
From those empathetic with explanations,
Slowly participating in a show and tell.

That bling side of life you liked and kept polished...
Has been blemished by those ideals,
You hung onto too long.
And the fading of those times are gone.

You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.

You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.

You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vulnerable

Everywhere I look I see her smile / her absent-minded eyes / and she has kept me wondering for so long / how this thing could go wrong.
It seems to me that we are both the same / playing the same game / but as darkness falls this true love falls apart / into a riddle of her heart.
Shes so vulnerable, like china in my hands / shes so vulnerable and I dont understand / I could never hurt the one I love / shes all Ive got / but shes so vulnerable / oh so vulnerable.
Days like these no one should be alone / no heart should hide away / her touch is gently conquering my mind / theres nothing words can say.
Shes coloured all the secrets of my soul / Ive whispered all my dreams / but just as nighttime falls this vision falls apart / into a riddle of her heart, yea.
Shes so vulnerable, like china in my hands / shes so vulnerable and I dont understand / I could never hurt someone I love / shes all Ive got / but shes so vulnerable / oh so vulnerable.
Dont hide your eyes...

song performed by by Roxette
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Toes and Knees

If my toes could kiss
they would;

they would curl coyly
and touch your shin
and work they way north.

If my toes could have sex
they would
and they would have my foot
kissed
and seek your mouth.

'I'm toe-sensitive
too-sensitive
and I can't really tell anyone.'
he said.

She said;
Well, that is interesting;
here is my secret spot;
the back of my knee
stroked softly.

Is your toe free?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Home

Where you can truly
Be safe
Respected
Comfortable
Worriless
Cong ratulated
To be loved
A place you could be who you are
To be free
That’s the wish we all want is it not
Many people don’t have homes
All they have is a house
It’s where your not
Safe
Respected
Comfortable
Worril ess
Congratulated
Or even loved
It’s just where you live not where you belong
Or where you fit in it’s what you hate
If you’ve ever had a home then it’s worse
Then you know what you’re missing
Well I had a home
Then we moved away
And everything ran down hill from there

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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He loves soccer

He loves soccer.
Kicking soft and supple hearts.
He loves to dribble,
Who cares for penalties?
His referee being
His indomitable
Ego-defense mechanisms.
A veteran player -
He revels amidst
A ground full of personae,
One knocking the other.

He thought I was his soccer.
So he kicked and fucked -
Hard, hard, still harder.

The game over,
He kissed his trophy,
Congratulated himself,
And wished me -
Happy New Year.

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poem by Vaiah Jones
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Quick Exits

Of course I can be cordial.
Respectful and show tact.
I would never expose anything more...
When in public,
And that's a fact.

I want others to feel I can be approached.
With an empathetic ear,
Prepared to listen.
With a patience endearing...
And abundantly bestowed.

Although...
When it becomes time,
For me to protect my peace of mind...
I'll take off any mask I'm wearing.
To make it easy for anyone...
To locate my definition,
Of quick exits!
As I can define and exhibit.

With a disappearance,
Clear of interference...
From any atmosphere I leave.
While others may choose to socialize...
Some are quite surprised,
I'm not out seeking popularity.
Sometimes the idea of it frightens me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Creative knows the great beginnings. The Receptive completes the finished things.

quote by I Ching
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Insulting

I can not believe,
The magic of your artistry.
Your ability to capture vivid images...
Is something I have never seen.

And the depth and scope,
Of your comprehension of the craft...
Should not be kept to yourself.
You have an audience out there,
Unprepared to be enthralled within your grasp.
YOU are a 'genius'.

'Why don't you come out and say it?
What you see is a bunch of crap.
You think I am 'that' sensitive?
And you use reverse psychology,
Believing any insulting comments...
Will hurt and shatter me in disbelief?
Tell me what you 'really' think.'

Okay.
I will.

I can not believe,
The magic of your artistry.
Your ability to capture vivid images...
Is something I have never seen.

Now...
If you want me to say that,
In a more insulting way...
I'll do my best.
Because I 'know' I am blessed with talents as well.
Do you want me to give it another try?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sensitive Kind

Dont take her for granted, she had
A hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
With her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
In time
Youve gotta know shes the
Sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
Every night
You will discover she will treat
You right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
Sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
Her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind

song performed by by Santana
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