Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Postulate
These days we live are not for pretensions.
Or those with assumptions...
Who can't give it to anyone straight.
These days we live have been much maligned,
By mischievous maliciousness!
And those who have done this...
Need to do prsion time!
These days we live brought with them heartbreak.
Too many today have become victims of snakes.
And those who gambled away lives of others...
Deserve public floggings and removed from their undercovers.
These days we live will sadly not get better.
Not for those who sit wishing...
For those times to return reminisced.
These days we live are not for pretensions.
Or those with assumptions...
Who can't give it to anyone straight.
Absorbed they are in crookedness.
With deceit to satiate.
These days we live are exactly as observed.
Intended to shake those awake.
From fantasies kept...
By those now seen as fakers.
Those who baited hatred and fear.
As a means for their escape.
But it is too late!
For those who traded evil...
To postulate truth to manipulate their doings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Whatever The Level An Eye Contact
With a stroke of unexpected fortune,
Those in possession of tremendous egos...
And can realistically assess the times like these,
Will find that a climbing down...
From their high horses,
Is not yet enforced.
And this can still be done with ease.
If it is recognizable...
And those sympathetic to delusions...
May still believe it is.
That those holding tightly to pretensions kept,
Will recognize those delusions of grandeur...
Are no longer for them affordable.
On whatever the level an eye contact is met!
'What is going to be done with the horse I treasured? '
~Today?
That should be the least of your concern! ~
A dismounting is no longer an option for them.
A dismantling of pretensions,
Come to many as cold hard to face facts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are tons of people who are late to trends by nature and adopt a trend after it's no longer in fashion. They exist in mutual funds. They exist in clothes. They exist in cars. They exist in lifestyles.
quote by Jim Cramer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Free Girl Now
I remember when you were his dog
I remember you under his thumb
Yeah baby, when he would call
Every time, you had to come
Hey, baby, youre a free girl now
Hey, baby, youre a free girl now
I remember when he was your boss
I remember him touching your butt
I remember you counting your blessings
Yeah honey, you had to keep your mouth shut
Hey baby, youre a free girl now
Yeah baby, youre a free girl now
Yeah, well all right
Honey, put your sugar down
Dazzle, dazzle the moon above
Lay your victim down
No longer will you be a slave
No longer will you have to crawl
No longer will you suffer
No longer will you stall
One day youll live for a reason
One day youll be gone, no more
When you walk from the table
No longer, will you bow down
Hey baby, youre a free girl now
Hey baby, youre a free girl now
song performed by by Tom Petty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Often there are players who have only football as a way of expressing themselves and never develop other interests. And when they no longer play football, they no longer do anything; they no longer exist, or rather they have the sensation of no longer existing.
quote by Eric Cantona
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What Has Money Ever Fixed?
What has money ever fixed?
To stay that way and permanent?
I haven't seen it mend a heart.
Or put back together,
Broken or ruined relationships.
I've seen it divide and keep people apart.
I've seen it tossed to people alone in tears.
To let it drift away as they sit weeping.
Staring lost in emotional pain.
Wishing they did not exist.
As if this was a prerequisite to experience heaven.
What has money ever fixed?
Superficiality when pretensions saw that fit?
How about replicas of perfection?
Donated,
By those who wish to see themselves exalted.
Bronzed and worshipped.
The only thing that money does...
Is to prove it can be hoarded,
By those who steal it and inconvenience others.
And it can be used to manipulate with incompetence!
Other than that...
Money can not fix a thing!
However,
It may be seen to purchase another's loyalty!
Until it is no longer there to value.
But there to 'fix'?
It is not going to happen!
Although it will 'confuse'...
Not prioritize unaddressed issues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End Result
You may wish to give me suggestions
To encourage my belief that I can not be or do something.
But you are not going to prevent me to believe
I can not do something.
Or replace my dreams with yours.
That's been done to me too many times before.
You have shown me your weaknesses.
I am your brother and you regard me,
As if...
I am here to exist for you.
Aren't we all here to exist to benefit one another?
You are much too naïve.
And programmed to receive the wrong signals from me.
What I can do is to prove to you what I can not!
These days you have exposed too much incompetent thinking.
In other words...
The process taken is to be admired.
But the end result for your kind of mindset...
Is for you,
Regrettably near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.
quote by Anna Magnani
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No Longer a Consideration
I've done the best I could.
And I tried inside to keep this denied.
But I can no longer hold myself responsible,
For your ignorance.
I can no longer pretend it does not exist.
It is there like strewn garbage.
And passed as if invisible.
Not seen.
Or accepted as part of the environment.
Tolerated...
By those who wish it would go away.
But I don't have those wishes at all.
I know I am the one who has to split.
And it is no longer a consideration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!
Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?
I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.
Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!
Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?
'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don' t Be Controlled
Control, only exist if you allow it.
Doubt yourself and you will feed it.
Deny it to enter your life and you will beat it.
The picture is erased it no longer exist.
Gone in a place of the forgotten.
The hollow and rotten.
Sped up by the mind.
In choice you have defined.
~The abuse comes in many different shapes and forms.
And it should never be ignored.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I do not exist
I do not exist,
I do not breath,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
you can see them far away,
but there not alive, there not
really there. Yes I am not there,
not for you, I do
not want your pity.
I do not want my broken smile
painted in your thoughts.
I do not exist, I am not there,
do not look for me, I do not
exist, I am not there, I am not there
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Got A Timetable
know that i got a timetable,
i do not like a prolonged breathing
since the birth of the pink bud
i always love gasps
find thrill in grasps and quick finger holds
and soon releasing
nothing usurping nothing over holding on
to something
lest everything gets so old and familiar and
death boring
something is new in the newness of beginnings
nothing must last an hour longer
i am listening but not for long
there is no use for your argument
the pink bud blooms only for a very short day
the nights are longer
the years cannot convert themselves to bright days
there is no exchange
substitution is null and void
novation does not exist in this personal world
no erasures
all original
everything ends as desired by the law of nature
why worry then?
i stop as written.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Accept For Those Who They Owe
In a world getting more socially global,
They find their values and standards
Over rated and outdated.
Their isolationistic point of view,
No longer supports their dependency on exports.
And no where is anyone importing their arrogance.
Today more people view them,
With pity than with praise.
Like a child once tolerated...
But time has aged those days.
Even slowly they can not be awakened...
From a deep induced sleep.
To see themselves.
In every aspect of their daily lives...
They are delusional and entertain fantasies.
And those who speak of truth and reality...
Are slandered and despised.
Their way of life does not exist anymore.
Not to those with opened wide eyes.
And they can not see themselves as powerless to this.
They can not see themselves,
No longer number one.
No longer the one kept loved and special...
OR prioritized,
On anyone's list.
Accept for those who they owe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Between Nothingness and Eternity
Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness
And Eternity.
[Excerpt from “My Flute”]
poem by Sri Chinmoy Ghose
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The main thing is you and I should exist, and that we should be you and I. Apart from that let everything go as it likes. The best order of things to my way thinking, is the one I was meant to be part of, and to hell with the most perfect of worlds if I am not in it. I would rather exist, even as an impudent argufier, than not exist at all.
quote by Jean-Francois Rameau
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Puzzling
Calendar with days marked off…
Final day checked…
in blood-red ink marker mean
Then… no more marks…of any sort
The calendar antiseptically… cryptically clean…
Time seemingly now, no longer of import
What was coming, so anticipated…(Or dreaded) …
That the days after… the anointed day
Seemed of no consequence imbedded
Calendar yellowed and tattered
As if time no longer existed…
To a person… like you or me
And to whom days… no longer mattered
Then…Now…and for eternity
poem by David Whalen
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Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
Here to Communicate and Connect
I don't exist,
To see my name on the top
Of any list.
Or debate about my life experiences.
With anyone quick to pass judgement.
I am here to communicate and connect,
With those reflecting a consciousness
I can respect.
And that mission has been tough...
Since expanded minds,
Are not spread around enough!
But it is quick to spot egos.
They come out of the woodwork...
With pretensions they show much.
Flaunting ignorance and misdeeds,
As a sign of their intelligence.
And a senselessness that's out of touch!
Some will even use flattery to capture victims.
There have been all kinds of obstacles on my path...
To delay meaningful conversations,
With those who have similar tasks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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