Delivered As A Gift
Overcoming self defeat,
Is delivered as a gift to them.
The joy in their eyes is magnified.
And an escape from traps has been witnessed.
A process that manifests happiness is shown.
Freedom given with a peace of mind has been discovered.
Superficiality becomes obvious and is dismissed.
Just like those who carry burdens wishing to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom Is…
Freedom…
Freedom…
What is freedom?
It’s a footprint in the sand…
A whisper on the wind.
It’s a thought…
An emotion.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a pot on the stove…
The water in a glass.
It’s a smile on a mouth…
A tear on the cheek.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a breeze in your hair…
The heat in the air.
It’s the heart in your chest…
The veins in your arms.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
What is freedom?
Freedom is what freedom is.
poem by Stacey Stevens
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Goodbye to Uncommitted Shifting Rifts
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried...
A sparkle comes.
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried now...
A sparkle comes.
A clearing of Sun has shown to begun.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
To go through old emotions,
Too remoted to emote.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
And those performances unsuited,
To risk a happiness.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
And those performances unsuited,
To risk a happiness...
One wishes for to come and needs.
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried now...
A sparkle comes.
A clearing of Sun has shown to begun.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
To go through old emotions,
Too remoted to emote.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
No need repeats restarted.
Depart...
And from this heart just leave.
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried...
A sparkle comes.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
No need repeats restarted.
Depart...
And from this heart just leave.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
And those performances,
Risking a happiness...
One wishes for to come,
And needs.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
Risking a happiness...
One wishes for to come,
And needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd Buy That For A Dollar
In America
Chicken can be bought
From just about anyone
In America
Everything is by the numbers
And can be delivered
Right to the front door
It’s a maverick of a idea
A plan conceived in liberty
Not intended to be exploited or excused
Can there be too much freedom?
Some would have it as true
“Freedom ought to have it’s limits” says W
And most don’t even care
Caught in the quicksand of nostalgia
Lost in time
Like Walt Disney
In America
Freedom is isolation
Marketed to death
Choking the life out
Of every
Child’s toy
And developers
Develop
And users
Use
Cheap sentiments
we are
The revolting?
The curious?
Those that desire?
Somewhere with a monitor
And a finger
Clutching onto freedom
One click at a time
In America
Death
Is prosperous
For many reasons
And sad
For the same things
And no one
Holds a door open
Not even for
The dying
Everyone wants
Freedom
But by process
And passage
One can always change
The channel
Or record it
And watch it tomorrow
Freedom
The United
Sit or lay together
In recliners
And eyes, ears and nose candy
Absorbing
The freedom
And ordering
Take-out
And war
And the sleep is the same
down there on the avenue.
poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum
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My Freedom, Your Freedom
Freedom is my haritage
Gift of encestors my land my existence
My legecy.
Freedom is my mind, color of the sky
Protector of ambitions of my brotherhood
A call to soar like a bird
An open stage for all.
Freedom is a promise I gift you
The pleasure in sharing,
My freedom, your freedom, our freedom
Our oath, drive and destiny.
poem by Prabhakar Sarma Neog
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Is There Anyone Left
He has clearly shown his point of view of this process.
He believes it is ridiculous!
And if he doesn't...
He is exposing a decision making aspect of his personality,
To not only be flawed...
But crazed.
And he represents their standards and values?
And he is praised as a leader?
Is there anyone left admitting they have consciousness?
Who is it that still wonders,
If it really makes a difference who leads?
And out of what...
Are those who follow behind being led away from?
And to 'where' will they find themselves awakened,
To welcome an overcoming of such magnificent ignorance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Convenient Escape
To blame God for everything really,
Man does in freedom on this Earth -
Is a Convenient Escape, logically,
For results that our human actions birth.
As all of us are born free to choose,
Decide to be king over our Fate,
Choices that we do to win or lose,
Mark the goals or traps that we create.
We are free to rise and maybe soar,
Free to wallow in Defeat and Pain,
Free to find dreams we are looking for -
Free to stand up and begin again.
We are not born puppets on some strings,
Unable to think and make our move.
We were created as intelligent beings!
We choose and decide, as our lives prove.
Freedom requires Responsibility.
God or no God, we will reap what we do!
We face consequences inevitably,
Some are dreadful and hurting, that's true.
So to blame God for all our failings -
Or what Man, in Humanity, has become,
Is not only denying our Will at deciding
On a noble existence, before the end of life comes.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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To Finally Accept The Process
As much as I hesitated,
And debated with myself...
To finally accept the process,
I 'allowed' myself to age.
Yes!
I 'allowed' myself to do this in stages.
Since I did not want to become overwhelmed,
By an event I was not sure I wanted to attend.
Although others I viewed seemed surprised by it too...
With a protesting shown and much unhappiness.
However, unlike them...
I decided I would not get too comfortable,
With any stage that came to end.
Some chose a stage with a wish to stay.
And fighting with themselves along the way.
I even witnessed others,
Doing their best to prevent maturity.
None physically succeeded,
But mentally...
Many could easily claim a success.
As much as I hesitated,
And debated with myself...
To finally accept the process,
I 'allowed' myself to age.
Yes!
And as each day passes,
I feel more and more blessed.
I no longer feel I should 'allow' this process.
Since I now do it without thinking about it,
With an acceptance felt for me that is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A new freedom
Everybody wants to fly as a bird,
Nobody wants to remain in chains,
Because everyone has a new freedom to live merrily,
But some cruel take our freedom away
And make us their slave.
Freedom is a god gifted gift
Which nobody can destroy from this earth.
Freedom is not made for rich
But for innocent poor dwelling in slums.
Freedom means peace and love
Not fear around us.
Freedom is what brings a nice smile
On everybody’s face.
Freedom knows no boundary
Of happiness and sprinkles its grace
On everyone wonderfully.
Freedom knocks at every door
And kisses everyone in the early morning
As a nightingale sings its lovely hymn for each person.
Freedom walks from door to door
To visit so that no one
Can be deprived of it.
poem by Tanya Naidoo
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Through Crooked Teeth
Some will shift their pity,
To replace it with a guilt.
And with their magnified denials,
Will profess innocence.
And defy!
And try...
To hide.
Some become committed,
To forgetting what it is...
That is done to another,
With a blank look they give...
To defy.
And try...
To hide.
Provokers love to lie,
To keep things heated up quick.
And do,
Through crooked teeth.
And bite,
The backs of anyone...
Who seeks to see them beaten,
With eyes...
Opened up wide,
To lies.
Some will shift their pity,
To replace it with guilt.
And with their magnified denials,
Will profess innocence.
But...
The ones who will defeat them,
Have eyes opened wide...
To lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are As The Flute
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee,
O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing
onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible,
and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
What’s The French For Déjà Vu Anyway?
When I met you first
the price of being
“THE HAPPY FAMILY”
was your un-happiness.
And although you were unwillingly willing...
...it was too high a price to pay.
I held on to all this
un-happiness
So that you could escape
into the freedom of being
happy
(hopefully with me)
You left me holding
this un-happiness like it was
the proverbial baby
...then you left me.
Now the price I pay
for your happiness
is
my un-happiness.
Baby...we’ve come a long way.
Sorry, what’s the French for deja vu
...or did you say.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Without Going Through a Messy Process
...and speaking of experiences?
How many can say they achieved experience,
By listening to the sound of another's voice?
Or reading directions on how that is done?
Has anyone been 'shown' how to acquire it?
And how much of it comes to one that sits?
Especially if it can not be ordered...
Or delivered after purchase.
And even if that 'was' a possibility,
Haven't we all 'experienced' buyer's remorse?
Wishing we could quickly divorce from it!
Without going through a messy process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burj Dubai
I've witnessed you from the desert bloom.
With such futuristic peacefulness.
Your architecture delights my insight.
And manifests my imagination...
You arrest and I digest.
Burj Dubai,
Your towers sweep the sky.
My eyes touch upon your impressions.
Someday I wish to walk your boulevards.
And witness your beauty...
Peaking.
Above the sandbars,
Of your magnificent grace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Redevelopment
Thinking of all aspects of discipline.
And the benefits of comprehension...
Once the affects of listening begins.
The association of respect,
As it is witnessed...
To be connected to one's happiness.
And the satisfaction one gets,
Upon learning sacrifice and patience...
Is a successful process in redevelopment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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 Modality of Evil
Hey, freedom, come back!
Poor freedom turns black.
Oh, freedom! Dear freedom! is under attack.
I wish just this once I could take fear away.
I hope we'll soon see a more beautiful day.
Sensing a sick, saccharine despair,
I breathe in nothing but dusty, dead air.
Why am I crying? I choose to be alone.
This shroud of banality is never gone.
I do not consent to this hypocrisy.
But I guess I'll accept what I blindly see.
This masochistic culture breeds our defeat.
With loathing and tears, we just stare at our feet.
Inside their greed asylum, they wait:
Planning escape before it's too late.
Why do they quash any pure ideation?
Why do they keep destroying this foundation,
That was broken, that we rebuild every time?
No cause is given when one probes through their lies.
Why do we doubt any depraved things they've done?
Lost lives lay scattered, and it's only begun.
Seems it's our job to put it back right.
But what can be done without a fight?
Dear freedom, come back!
Poor freedom's turned black.
Oh, freedom! Our freedom! is under attack.
poem by Shalyn Stachmus
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What Happiness Is
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is when you get a new puppy
happiness,
is when you get married
happiness,
is when you go on you first date
happiness,
is making your own decisions
happiness,
is graduating
happiness,
is getting you first job
happiness,
is falling in love
happiness
is being proud of who you are
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is glowing
happiness,
is fun
happiness,
is an amazing feeling
happiness,
is when you smile all day
happiness,
is giving someone a hug just because you can
happiness,
is that light in your eyes
happiness,
is what makes the world go around
happiness,
is bliss
Reluctant Traps
Today...
Many are living lives no longer valued.
Shown by the expressions worn on their faces.
Traced with an obvious depression.
Adorning faked grins,
No longer protect them from this impression.
Since the measure of success for them,
Has either been foreclosed or repossessed.
And many things once lavishly blinging,
Gone to pawn.
Standards held to appraise the good side of life,
Has taken a hike...
To repress pretentions and the getting of attention,
Once so loved.
And for some coming to grips with this,
A broadened insight for them has begun to exist.
To finally rid themselves of reluctance.
And reluctant traps...
Are just that.
A reluctance that is trapped until removed.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Once released for them,
One should make a break...
Doing what it takes.
And don't buy...
Into gloom.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Happiness Attack
I awakened this morning,
With a happiness attack.
I wasn't sure what it was.
So I laid quietly on my back.
When I fell asleep last night,
I didn't expect to wake up...
Not like that!
And when I opened my eyes,
I was surprised to feel so good.
So the next thing I did,
Was to thank God...
Like I should!
Unexpectedly I received my 'gift',
Delivered from God...
As only God could!
I awakened this morning,
With a happiness attack.
I wasn't sure what it was.
So I laid quietly on my back.
Making sure it was not the nightmare...
Many have become addicted to share.
And I had left staring in disbelief,
That I was not grieving with it!
And leaving it there.
On the other side of my door,
Where it was abandoned...
The day before!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A poem for your eyes
A poem for your eyes
~
I watch in your eyes
my own dreams reflected
and see a lifetime with you
I see a love that is growing
firmly into our lives
I see a warmth and truth
I see a caring heart
I see love embedded
in your smile and look
you gift me such joy
you gift me endless hope
you gift me a happiness
that I could scarce imagine
without you by my side
I watch in your eyes
to tell me all I need to hear
it is your look I hold dear
your love I cherish
and you above all else
I shall always keep near
poem by Matthew Holloway
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