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Demands of Accomplishment

How great is the feeling of accomplishment?
When the application of dedication,
Has seldom strayed from those sacrifices made.
And one has given undeniable time...
When time itself had seemed uselessly spent.
Is a sensation one can not explain,
To anyone who sits without a purpose...
Trying to comprehend what to them makes sense.

With wishes to have dreams delivered,
And not a finger to lift.
Or hesitant to make a stand,
To place a step forward...
With a footprint made the best one can.

People like that would not understand,
The demands of accomplishment!
Or what it means to one who beams,
After living through experiences,
One sometimes laments.
And with those experiences one has lived...
Motivating as they do to continue making attempts,
To accomplish through pain and feeling of loneliness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Hear Me?

Give you
Time?
To do what?

'To comprehend
What you are saying.'
And
You expect me to do what?
'Be patient.'
And in my patient waiting,
What from you can I expect?
'An attempt to understand.'

I tell you what
Why don't you make those attempts
To understand on your own time
And if you find me understanding
With a comprehension you have discovered
Not outdated by my continued journey
Of living life by taking chances
Without making excuses
To introduce myself to fresh experiences
'Perhaps' I may be struck by a bolt of motivation
That inspires me to listen with time given
Just to focus on you

'Oh?
So
What are you saying?
You are not willing to take the time?

So
What is it that you are saying?
You are not willing to take the time?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Tasting It To Uncover Its Value

Critiques by those who seek to do it,
To empower themselves with a feeling...
Of an accomplishment they 'alone' possess.
Seems today...
Out of place, meaningless and so passé!
And yet make attempts to keep it in season.

Especially if one decides not to like a flavor,
Without tasting it to uncover its value.
But to do it with nothing else in their lives to do,
And with a choice made to remain in hiding...
They will go ahead and discreetly rate anyway.
Hoping the act of it satisfies a dysfunction.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Touched As Wished

Perceive and feel any accomplishment wished.
The beating and removing of weeds...
On a path,
May slow...
But don't let a mind that is fixed,
To accomplish...
Drift.

Mistakes are made.
But one must allow this...
If a feeling of success,
Is going to be touched as wished.

Stay away from those with negativity to grind.
People like that are weak in initiative...
Are also seeking to validate,
Their insecurities in other minds.

Misery loves company.
A lot of it and that's a fact.
And emotions shown that go unprotected...
Are used as traps to hold folks back.

'I understand exactly how you are feeling.
Come and sit with me.
I have time to waste to listen with a comforting done,
To every one of your complaints.
Don't hold back.
I am here for you and I want you to know that.'

Misery loves company.
A lot of it and that's a fact.
And emotions shown that go unprotected...
Are used as traps to hold folks back.

To achieve and acquire success...
One must work at it constantly.
Often without being understood.
Often without sleep.
Or getting little rest.
But blessings come as rewards for those tests.

Perceive and feel any accomplishment wished.
The beating and removing of weeds...
On a path,
May slow...
But don't let a mind that is fixed,
To accomplish...
Drift.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All our thoughts and concepts are called up by sense-experiences and have a meaning only in reference to these sense-experiences. On the other hand, however, they are products of the spontaneous activity of our minds they are thus in no wise logical consequences of the contents of these sense-experiences. If, therefore, we wish to grasp the essence of a complex of abstract notions we must for the one part investigate the mutual relationships between the concepts and the assertions made about them for the other, we must investigate how they are related to the experiences.

quote by Albert Einstein
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The Application Of Much Elbow Grease

If I believed everything in life,
Should come to me quick and easy...
I would not have made any attempts,
To accomplish anything.

I'd be more like you...
Complaining and maintaining,
An ability to make new and fresh excuses.
Refusing to listen.
Or accept and move on,
From mistakes I've made.

I'd be like you...
Pretending the only thing I needed,
To boost my self esteem from a routine...
Was a bit of luck.
And a patted stroke on my back,
From someone who offered a shoulder to cry on.

And while you are here...
Let me make this comment absolutely clear.

I will never make it a habit,
To run from one listening ear to another.
Wasting my time or that of others...
Whining about time I don't have,
As I defend every one of my insecurities.

I've witnessed too many seasons,
Hearing how some folks abruptly leave.
To produce nothing but a list of 'what ifs'.
Perceiving they could wish procrastination away.

I've witnwessed too many seasons,
In bloom...
Acknowledging my dreams needed more from me,
Than wishful thinking without sacrifice, dedication...
And the application of much elbow grease!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do And Be You

Going through the motions,
As if programmed to impress...
With nothing left but an emptiness,
Only a felt loneliness can address...
Is less than living one's life,
Confessing a happiness lived.

Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.

Think about it.
There are those wishing they had peace of mind.
And they have surrounded themselves with things.
With the hope that these 'things' will bring them,
A feeling of a sense of accomplishment!
And nothing done reflects anything that came,
From their own creativity to express.
And things will never bring one contentment.
Only a documentation to prove time spent,
Doing something for someone else paid the rent.

Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.

Your worth is invaluable.
And if that is known...
Your abundance will always be obtained.
Since priceless is your presence.
And someone is always going to want...
Something deemed and thought of as precious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting With Constipated Dreams!

If I don't 'do'...
I will always feel I can't.
And 'if' I go ahead and 'do' do...
Someone somewhere will not like it!
Making a bigger 'stink' of it than I have made.
Creating a fuss.
As if I must seek their approval first.

My sole purpose is not to be afraid,
To release and accomplish my ambitions.
And if I don't do this,
When the time that movement comes...
Feeling natural.
As it churns my stomach with desire,
To let what's inside of me go.
I'll become just like everyone else,
Sitting with constipated dreams!

And I choose to cleanse myself of that!
Once I get up on my feet.
And off my backside!
With a plan to complete my task.
Knowing what needs to be done,
To keep my flow active!
By maintaining a sustained grasp...
On my own wishes I don't dismiss.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Exchanging Of Footsteps

Could it still be a possibility,
That one's life lived exclusively...
Running away from responsibility,
Can learn after many years spent...
Ignoring the benefits obtained,
In acquiring skills in arithmetic.
Or the process it takes to comprehend,
What has been read to broaden a limitation...
Accepted in one's head instead,
To begin to attach those pieces that fit.
And they eventually could sit patiently,
With a doing of this?

Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!

Many dismissing the discipline it takes,
To quietly absorb a practice in listening...
Actually wait until it's too late,
To find someone desiring to teach an adult...
To undo those childish stunts in a mind done.
Even children in their fifties can learn!

Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!

A willingness to waste another's time,
Is okay.
Until it has become decided,
Someone's seriousness is ready to be displayed.
And...
Is reason enough to give away,
Those experiences acquired by someone else.
And we all can participate in the joys of life.

Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!

There are people all over the place,
Willing to sacrifice their time, minds and efforts...
With their experiences suffered alone to condone,
In an exchanging of footsteps!
All it takes...
Is just for 'one' of us to let this be known.

Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Let us, you and me...and Mother Love,
Just for a few moments abandon realities!
And...
Use our minds to perceive of this,
Idealistically.

'Yep!
Didn't I tell you?
They were doing much more,
Than the changing of test scores...
In the teacher's lounge.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Cant Explain

Got a feeling inside (cant explain)
Its a certain kind (cant explain)
I feel hot and cold (cant explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (cant explain)
I said ... (cant explain)
Im feeling good now, yeah, but (cant explain)
Dizzy in the head and Im feeling blue
The things youve said, well, maybe theyre true
Im gettin funny dreams again and again
I know what it means, but
Cant explain
I think its love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Yeah, hear what Im saying, girl (cant explain)
Dizzy in the head and Im feeling bad
The things youve said have got me real mad
Im gettin funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Cant explain
I think its love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Forgive me one more time, now (cant explain)
I said I cant explain, yeah
You drive me our ot my mind
Yeah, Im the worrying kind, babe
I said I cant explain

song performed by by Who
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How People Grow from Their Experiences

There are very few,
Who dare to say they qualify...
To identify themselves,
As bona fide human beings.
Can say...
They have lived their lives,
Expriencing pain, emotional stress...
Caused either mentally or physically.
With a witnessing of happiness, loss...
Love and the affects of feeling loneliness,
After someone loved has passed away...
From life!
To then say...
Nothing what they have experienced,
To witness...
Has not taught them lessons.

Many of which have aided in a peace of mind,
To claim as it has been earned.
How people grow from their experiences,
Depends upon the condition,
Of how they have accepted the reality of being human.

Others,
However...
Are still relying on their pretentions to keep them,
Making false appearances they sell to others...
As a means to pass their judgements.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense of Accomplishment

Thank you!
As long as readers like yourself,
Discover that I don't make sense...
At least 'something' has been achieved!
That leaves me feeling a sense of accomplishment.
And I express my gratitude to anyone,
Who finds the time to acknowledge that point!

Inspired by:
The Venice Poet

'Talent desiring to remain incognito,
is factitiousness wasted! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Must Confess

Today I confess to you
one of my biggest fears
That you don’t feel the same as I do.

Today I confess to you
one of my greatest joys
For this feeling gives me great happiness.

Today I confess to you
my grandest accomplishment
To be able to have this feeling.

Today I must confess to you
That seeing you
Makes me feel complete.

Today I must confess to you
That your touch
Heals all my pain.

Today I must confess to you
what I feel is painful
And it makes it more grand.

Today I must confess to you
That no one shares
What my heart feels for you.

Today I must confess to you
My deepest feeling,
I love you!

poem by Maria Segura
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Can't Explain

Got a feeling inside, it's a certain kind
I feel hot and cold deep down in my soul
I said I can't explain, I'm feeling good now baby
I'm dizzy in my head and I'm feeling blue
Things you've said, well maybe they're true
I'm getting funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Can't explain, I think it's love
Try to say it to you when I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Just hear what I'm saying baby (Can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad
Things you've said got me real mad
I'm getting funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Can't explain, I think it's love
Try to say it to you when I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Just hear me one more time baby (Can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad
Things you've said got me real mad
I'm getting funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Can't explain, I think it's love
Try to say it to you when I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Just hear me one more time baby (Can't explain)
She drive me out of my mind (Can't explain)
She drive me out of my mind (Can't explain)
You drive me out of my my my my my my my mind (Can't explain)
You drive me out of my mind (Can't explain)
You drive me out of my mind (Can't explain)
Oooh yeah, I can't explain...
I can't explain baby!

song performed by by Scorpions
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I Cant Explain

Got a feeling inside, its a certain kind
I feel hot and cold deep down in my soul
I said I cant explain, Im feeling good now baby
Im dizzy in my head and Im feeling blue
Things youve said, well maybe theyre true
Im getting funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Cant explain, I think its love
Try to say it to you when I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Just hear what Im saying baby (cant explain)
Dizzy in the head and Im feeling bad
Things youve said got me real mad
Im getting funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Cant explain, I think its love
Try to say it to you when I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Just hear me one more time baby (cant explain)
Dizzy in the head and Im feeling bad
Things youve said got me real mad
Im getting funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Cant explain, I think its love
Try to say it to you when I feel blue
But I cant explain (cant explain)
Just hear me one more time baby (cant explain)
She drive me out of my mind (cant explain)
She drive me out of my mind (cant explain)
You drive me out of my my my my my my my mind (cant explain)
You drive me out of my mind (cant explain)
You drive me out of my mind (cant explain)
Oooh yeah, I cant explain...
I cant explain baby!

song performed by by Scorpions
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Casting One's Own Shadow

Call your trip whatever you wish.
I've learned not to debate, argue...
Or 'franchise' anyone's opinion,
As if to make mine!
Nor do I agree to evaluate...
Someone's statement,
Whether a line given to solicit...
An opinion I've given in anything I've written.

I've learned an exchange of experiences,
Is not a possibility.
And I've learned this by listening.
And this many people seldom do.

I've been up and down too many times,
To discover my own comprehension...
About life.
My life and how 'my' life is connected.

When I found criticisms made of me by others...
'Added' to my understanding,
If right, wrong or indifferent when given...
I still had to brush my own teeth.
Walk on my own two feet!
And be accountable for my own actions.

I stopped making excuses,
When they began not to make sense to me.
I spent more time defending myself...
Instead of living my life.
And I began to do that...
When I started to appreciate myself.

And 'if' I was to give my advice to anyone...
AND...
I did say 'if'.
I would say this...
If anyone finds they are seeking acceptance,
On a path they have chosen to take...
It is not a path they have chosen.
How can it be?

How can someone declare something theirs,
When others can do the same thing thing?
If voices can be heard?
Footprints can be seen?
And the path one takes has already been paved?
That is following...
Not casting,
One's own shadow!

I do not wish,
I demand people to get out of my light.
What would be the point,
If I am patiently waiting for someone else to decide...
Whether or not they want to move out of it?
That kind of time I am not giving to anyone!
Period.

I've learned many lessons.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantastic friend

A good friend

For me
Friend is one
Whose intentions are transparent
And who behaves in a fashion
Not deviating dangerously
From my expectations

I have a friend
Matching well my above specifications
Who makes it clear to me
That he will never try to understand me

Any amount of my
Explaining him my stance
Has no meaning for him
He simply refuses to understand me
He will also not mince words while telling me
Please make no attempts
To make me understand
I am determined not to do that

This deportment of his
Is comfortable to me as
I enjoy accepting people as they are
With no great efforts made
To understand them
As it is my weighed belief that
I have not understood any thing so far

My great friend
Has also understood this
And demonstrates the confidence
That there will not be any time lost
In the fruitless unnecessary efforts of understanding

And so,
We, when stay together,
Enjoy the company of each other
And each second of our association
Is spent only to enjoy the presence of
A compatible companion to the other
With none posing to be leader of the situation
With none driving home a point
With no goals fixed
With no targets to be reached

Each second spent in his company is
Memorable and whenever I am left alone
I recall with pleasure
The painless pastime
I had with this great friend
On a previous occasion

Whenever he is with me
Each unit of time, say, second
Will stand before me
Ask me whether it can lapse
Leaving space for the
Next second

This great glamorous friend is
None other than my
Four year old grandson

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Strong And Confident

I understand those,
Who chased the taste of money.
I also admire those,
Who stick to their convictions.

But I do not comprehend anyone,
Who belabors in the dwelling of envy.
It seems too much time is spent,
Living one's life jealous and feeling resentment.

I understand those,
Who make mistakes.
Forgive 'themselves...
And move on.

It's difficult for me to tolerate,
The ones who make excuses...
And burden others,
With the singing of their sad songs.

And those who are strong and confident,
I've come to admire a lot!
They are the ones never heard in discussion,
Complaining about their aches and pains.
Or who it is they know!
Or what it is they've got.
They live their lives,
In the pursuit of what this experience to them means.

And there is something about 'that' done,
That earns the giving of my respect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selected to Make Decisions

So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.

To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.

When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.

So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.

These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '

And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!

To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.

Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Hurt the Most Is

What hurt the most is
That you are making me jealous by dating someone else and not me
I do everything I could to prove too you that we belong together, but
It turns out that nothing I make you give me a chance

What hurt the most is
You breaking my heart every time I tell you I like you
I just want to cry and be sad
If I know I can't have you
I can't never love anyone else, but you
I want to be with you forever
Nothing will ever make me stop loving you
So please understand how I feel and give me a second chance
I can't stand it anymore

What hurt the most is
Being around you and getting to know you so well
I pretend that I'm ok when I'm not
When I'm around you, I act like I'm ok because
I don't want you to know how I'm feeling
It's hard to deal with the pain not having you everywhere I go
It's still harder to getting up, getting dressed, and living with this regret
If you give me another chance, I can make it right this time

What hurt the most is
I didn't make the right choice that day
I just talk, smile and laugh
I rude my only chance to be with you
This is one regret that I can't never forget
If this won't work with all I'm trying to say or do to get you to be with my side
I need to let go and move on
I want to spend all my time with you before I won't never see you again

What hurt the most is
Being around you and getting to know you so well
I pretend that I'm ok when I'm not
When I'm around you, I act like I'm ok because
I don't want you to know how I'm feeling
It's hard dealing with the pain not having you everywhere I go
It's still harder getting up, getting dressed, and living with this regret
If you give me another chance, I can make it right this time
What hurt the most is

poem by Christina Phan
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Feeling Of A Flashback

it's that feeling you can't explain,
that sensation you hate,
like bugs crawling on your body,
and you can't get them off,
you try to tell yourself,
that the past can't hurt you,
but it feels like you are lying,
you are trapped,
there nowhere to go,
your palms gets sweaty,
it gets hard to breath,
your body start to shake,
and slowly your mind become fuzzy,
you not sure of what's real,
nothing makes sense,
all you can do is,
sit still and try to stay calm,
it feels like you losing sense of reality,
there nothing you can really do,
the smells trigger you,
to the past where you want to excape,
you remind yourself,
that what you experiencing,
is not real,
it just a flashback,
but your mind still don't understand,
you frozen in fear,
trapped in time,
all you want,
is for it all to end,
but your body remains in the past,
as your mind tries to pull through,
and just as it comes on,
it can easy disappear,
or comes back at a later time,
that is the feeling of a flashback.

poem by Mona Martinez
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