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Deserving Of Thunderous Applause

In the light shining as brightly,
As man made wattage can create...
On every aspect of life uncovered these days,
There are those still deluded with beliefs...
They can do absolutely what they please.
And not be detected.

With a disregarding of flashing warning signs.
Dead end fences placed in front of paveless roads.
And limping victims bandaged from head to toe.
There are those choosing to stubbornly resist this,
With or without the validation of 'rumors'...
To remove these proven barriers.

And...
Will later admit to anyone who will listens,
How they wished that had made other decisions...
That would not only relieved them from misery and regret.
But would have also eliminated their need to find reasons,
To blame someone else...
For the feeling of their discomforts.

These performances heard more and more each day,
Are deserving of thunderous applause...
From those touched and emotionally moved,
By some the best dramatic acting found anywhere...
Although rehearsed,
But not produced for stage or film to be repeatedly witnessed.

'The tears!
The trembling of the lips.
Your slow downcasting of the eyes...
To become affixed as if saddened?
Simply incredible!
Magnificent.
One of the most brilliant performances I have 'ever' seen.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The performances you have in your head are always much better than the performances on stage.

quote by Maggie Smith
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The M.O.& A.N.O.B.B. n' W. Award

'Never in my wildest dreams,
Had I ever in my lifetime 'think'
I would be so highly honored.
With such a prestigious citation.

I have been moved emotionally,
By such an incredible and heartfelt jesture.
And...
May I say,
If it had not been for 'you'...
Those I have come to touch.
This award...
The first of its kind,
Would not have been made possible.
Just to know my efforts,
Are being duly noted!
And in this acceptance,
I express my appreciation.

I thank each and every one of you,
Responsible for this.
And may this achievement,
Be not the end...
But the beginning,
Of more of that which you expect.'

~Well,
What do you think?
Too long?
Should I 'add' or cut out something? ~

*Oh heavens no!
But I do think,
A slow dropping tear...
From your left eye...
Should bring the audience to its collective feet.
That would clinched it.
Expect thunderous applause.*

~Brilliant.
I love it.
That 'tear' falling business,
Is great.
Thank you!
And that would reek of sincerity too!
I will prove to them,
They have chosen the right one.~

*Oh, yeah...
Repeat again for me,
The name of the award.*

~Sure.
No problem.
It's The Most Obnoxious and Arrogant Negro,
To Offend Both Blacks n' Whites Award.

I am positive it will not be awarded too often.
I made sure my act would be a hard one to follow.
I've earned this.
Trust me.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying A Way To Fit In

Every morning that I am blessed to have awakened,
I am in the classroom and prepared to be tested.
And if I didn't regard my life that way,
I'd be struggling with the feeling of failure
On a daily basis.
And
If I did not think or believe
I had an opportunity before me,
To improve upon my weak performances...
I'd be afraid to appear on stage
when I left my place of comfort.
Every morning.

However.
Before I do any of that.
And forget I am constantly teased and tempted,
By the trappings of life.
I express my gratitude to 'whatever' it is,
That has granted me 'consciousness' about this process.
Because I know if I didn't have it
I'd be rushing to a psychologist helping me find a way to fit in.

And I will not blame any of this craziness I've witnessed on God.
Even though an awareness of what is going on is inescapable.

And those trying a way to fit in,
To satisfy others with their accomplishments and possessions...
Seem not to be able to acquire happiness.
So glad am I.
When I discovered I could not purchase happiness after years of trying,
I was relieved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises Made

Promises made they were lost
Somewhere beside you
Waiting around can leave some
Feeling like I do
Promises made and we stayed
Dreaming of leaving
We will find good days for us
The sun will shine brightly
Live our life if only for just
A moment
The goodbyes are gone but the echoes remain
To remind you
Oh we could belong to the lucky ones
If we just tried to
Promises made where we laid
Our days of believing
We will find good days for us
The sun will shine brightly
Live our life if only for just
A moment
Its okay to cry for a moment
When promises shatter
But dont waste your tears for too long
Because soon it wont matter
Promises made they were lost
But dont bother grieving
We will find good days for us
The sun will shine brightly
Live our life if only for just
A moment

song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Shadows to Escape

After players have left the stage,
And the lights with excitement have dimmed...
On terrific performances given by them.
Cast away are masks adorned...
With emotions to address,
And no shoulder for one wished to lean on!
The ensemble finishes...
To scramble and move on!

Applause and ovations,
Given and received.
Actors breathing life...
Into characters believed!
And the curtain call is finished...
To leave a packed house emptied and cleared!
As a cigarette is lit,
To silhouette not happiness but regret.
Accompanied by tears!

This 'star' left living in a reality...
Unscripted and unspoken,
Unsuspected...
Or thought to conceive.
Walks to sit on a barren stage...
Unrehearsed to collect a peace of mind,
Cherished to protect away from an allotted time.

In shadows...
To escape a crowding maze.
And those who could pick moments to critique!
Or question why blocking seen,
Is kept restfully discreet!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Spent On The Hype

Even after all of the performances are done.
And the expense spent on the hype,
Leaves no one in the audience excited.
Or feeling their appetites have been satisfied.
The curtain on the stage will come down.
And the spotlight will be turned off.
As reviews the next day will be read.

Prescriptions will be filled.
And medications will be taken.
Even after all of the performances are done.
No one will be convinced,
Their reality lived has been truthfully represented.
Or the expense spent on the hype,
Will deliver to anyone a dividend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O' Magnificent Light

O' Magnificent Light,
That shines brightly upon my life.
I beseech You,
With every breath I breathe.
I recognize 'that' which you are!
I can not deny Your importance to me.
O'Magnificent Light.

Sun stunning as you are.
From dawn until twilight.
I'm here to offer You,
My gratitude.
Each day and star crusted night.

O'Magnificent Light,
Shining brightly upon my life...
Blessed I receive You.
And the benefits of it!
Never could I sit...
Taking what You are,
As a gift I take for granted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If God Was Not With Me

I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And a family I think is the best.
And trust me...
There is a lot of love to go around.
So much of it...
I realize,
More is still to be uncovered and found.

And as I reflect those taken steps,
Some made I regret.
I have never yet to meet,
An obstacle that stopped the movement of my feet.
Or a challenge created masquerading as my defeat.

Andrea, Tammy, Lisa and I...
Were encouraged to live our separate lives.

Early my identity was molded.
And I held onto beliefs...
My dreams were no bigger,
Than I could make them!

And I can now admit to this...
Having been blessed,
Not to lay all my eggs in one nest to rest.
Or get upset by mistakes I've made!
And glad a few cracks,
Only appeared in two or three baskets.
With ambition as my mission.

I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And I have found the willingness to forgive,
Without regret to forget my failures.

Knowing my own success,
I would not realize...
If God was not with me to open my eyes.
Or provide me breath to breathe,
I would not recognize any achievement.
Or believe deeds done I could do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears

Tears...
Dry them!
Do it now!
You've spent enough time,
Giving grief your attention!
I shed them myself.
Not for hours, days or weeks!
But years!
That's all I could do!
That's all I felt my eyes were in my head,
To produce!
I realized my tears were not being felt,
By anyone else but myself.
I could not borrow empathy for my sorrows.
I dried those tears.
Took smiling lessons.
Believed I could fly...
Until I fell off the curb from a high,
I thought I enjoyed.
But 'weed' does not last too long!
I asked myself what was wrong?
It was me!
I could not believe it!
I had wanted to believe my tears came from something...
OR someone else.
But...
They were rolling down 'my' eyes.
And that agony was mine!
It wanted me more than I wanted it!
I got rid of it!
I became my friend!
My 'best' friend!
And like all good friends...
I learned to enjoy myself.
I learned that my happiness was deserving!
I began serving myself dosages of happiness...
On a daily basis!
Tears?
You can shed them if you want!
But I am willing to bet,
You'll be doing it by yourself!
And if you're happy doing it?
Be thankful.
Celebrate!
However...
If you find yourself delivering tears?
Find out 'who' is behind the production.
And 'why' you are left to pay the cost!
Such performances are usually not worthy,
Of the price paid!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who might she be?

She took our breaths away,
She was bold and courageous,
Her perfume left a haven here,
Her beauty none of these ever saw,
Her waist moved like a woman should,
She was just so perfect,
Who might she be,
Thats my girl

Her skin was pure and natural,
She was an embodiment of womanhood,
Like a star she sparkled brightly,
Her lips no man could resist,
The feeling was strong but they became weak,
It was an awkward moment,
Her nails, they saw a favoured one,
She was awesome, yes she was,
Who might that be?
Thats my girl

She made them sweat,
Her hair being blown by the wind,
Everyone wished to be with her,
Little did they know,
Who might she be,
That is my girl

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Hold Onto The Railing Folks

Performances frequent.
And as seen...
Given by the weeping victim...
Had been at one time award winning.
But of late...
These scenes have begun to irritate.

With a claim that is made...
Others have again,
Perpetrated actions against one 'innocent'.
One whose heart is nothing but gold.
One who has been mistreated...
For reasons gone untold.

'Hold onto the railing folks.
The ride ahead promises to invoke,
The blowing of winds and dramatic strokes.
With a rocking done,
To a once smooth floating boat.'

Performances frequent.
And as seen...
Given by the weeping victim...
Had been at one time award winning.
But of late...
These scenes have begun to irritate.

'Hold onto the railing folks.
The ride ahead promises to invoke,
The blowing of winds and dramatic strokes.
With a rocking done,
To a once smooth floating boat.'

With a claim that is made...
Others have again,
Perpetrated actions against one 'innocent'.
One whose heart is nothing but gold.
One who has been mistreated...
For reasons gone untold.

'Hold onto the railing folks.
This tale told is going to be a nail biter!
With anguish enough portrayed for all to empathize.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rhythmic Sedations

Rhythmic sedations,
Have them seduced...
And captivated by stagnation.
Assigned to sterotypes,
They struggle and fight to maintain.
Behind masks that traps them,
Defining entrapments...
Loved and keeping them blind.
They do not find themselves behind the times.
Dysfunctions produced have induced,
Recycled motivations to feed only the taste...
Of a thumping bass.
And trained they are to accept chasing their tails,
Like dogs.
Believing a progress is being made...
With new instruments to supply updated beats.
To each ritualistic hymnal sung!
Effective to entertain and sustain inactivity to praise.
Rehearsed each day...
For dynamic Sunday performances.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disregarding One's Gift of Life

We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.

Some have chosen to fulfill their dreams with things!
Others choose to discover life.
Seeking truth.
And what for them true happiness means.

And still there are others who prey,
For all the wrong reasons.
Leeching to please urgent needs.
And completely satisfied...
To play with life all day.
And make commitments,
To waste time at night.

We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.

And yet there are those who despise themselves...
With needs to start arguments.
For them conflicts they wish to incite.
To peak their interests by starting fights.
And disregarding one's gift of life...
As something they've been ordained to take away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Caught

There are those who escalate,
Reasons they should be offended.
Especially those who lie about their deeds,
Even in the face of the ones witnessing them done.

These performances aren't acts of self sacrifice.
These people just lie as a practiced device.
And when caught
Eyes begin to glaze as if a stage of nirvana sets in.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated Not to Wait

It seems absolutely foolish,
To live one's life...
Feeling trapped,
By dissatisfaction.

It seems worse than slavery,
To be suited and tied...
With feelings one 'has' to do,
Instead of choosing what one wishes!

To be careened by others...
By a bombardment of career goals.
And then pushed to pursue one...
Completing restricted requirements,
Just to bite one's tongue...
When scolded by an incompetence,
Insisted by someone...
To do what 'is' and not another thing done!

Because of years in a field,
They have!
That same field,
One believed would yield,
Their undoubted happiness!

'What is this shhhh...? '
One quickly silences their trembling lips.
Knowing a 'pink' slip,
Would end their climb into a fall!

It seems absolutely foolish,
To live one's life...
Feeling trapped,
By this dissatisfaction.

To dropp this nonsense,
May require extreme sacrifice.
It may require,
Long and sleepless nights!
It may require,
A decision made...
To live a life one wishes and likes!

Even if one's closest friend,
Pretends they are not noticed...
As one recognizes they have driven by,
In a bright and just waxed Mercedes Benz!
Know this...
To live the life one likes and wishes,
May mean one might have to bite unwanted dust!

However...
That just might mean,
The life one has chosen for oneself...
And likes,
Although lean on social scenes with appearances...
May leave one feeling much siren and pleased,
Deeply breathing freely.
And obligated not to wait on no one...ever!

However...
If one is in question,
As to how to proceed?
And left to wonder...
What will that take,
Without breaking a back
To find that?
The hour has not come...
To be stupid or 'dumb'
For applying rash decisions.

One must be certain,
Any move like this taken...
Leaves one with at least six months paid rent.
Groceries and some common sense,
To avoid any deep trenches...
One might find climbing out of in shock and despair!

Remember...
I am an 'idealistic' writer of this!
And not a magician,
Who can fix any quick and stupid decisions!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Decisions

We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!

We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!

How often does a hindsight renew,
A clearer vision wished we had then used.

How often do we then excuse this...
As mistakes we've made,
Too late to shake away.
To turn around unphased,
Just to have things our way!

We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!

How often does a hindsight renew,
A clearer vision wished we had then used.
While making decisions wearing the same old shoes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life to Live

I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!

Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!

What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Tears

tears roll down his checks
as he muttered the words “she’s dead”
I would have stopped
stared as if he was a ghost
and I would have thought
god it’s about time
but as I looked around to the people I loved something came over me
mom and dad were crying,
Ethan, Andy, and even john looked sad
here I was with a smile on my face
how dumb could I be not even act like I care
but the truth really is that I don’t give a shit
about if she had died or not
it’s better for us in the long run anyway
make everyone happier

I’m just a kid so what am I supposed to think when someone
that has made my life and my family’s life miserable
what am I suppose to fell when someone has made me hate coming “home”
what am I suppose to do when many of times I have wished her dead
what am I suppose to say to the person that made me believe I live in hell
am I suppose to lie

what would you do
what would you fell
what would you say
what would you think

I almost feel sorry for not feeling bad
but I don’t
I almost feel sorry for Steve
but yet again why should I care when his parents die
when he didn’t care when my dad died
I will admit there were a couple of minutes
where I felt like a bad person for not feeling bad
but it’s not worth my time
enough tears will be shed from her death
why should I need to contribute to the waterfall

a tear runs down my face
yes a tear
one single tear
yet no tears flow from my eyes
of sadness

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Remember This

Stop blaming those effects,
You did not expect to affect you life...
In the way they have,
On me or others to depress.

You picked and chose,
With a careful selection...
Every aspect,
In full consciousness.

You are the receiver of your beliefs.
Whether you accept that or not.
And apparently those decisions,
You alone made without initial regret...
Have come to stare you in the face.
And this makes you upset.

Why?

Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
So do not accuse me 'now'...
Of having no empthy towards you to show.
OR none coming from me to you to express.

Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
And if I had not...
That would have led to an argument,
You would have kept to never forgive or forget!

Remember this...
You did tell me to mind my own business!
And doing that,
I have learned what is best to protect...
With a peace that has welcomed my happiness.

Remember this...
I have given to you 'exactly' what you wished!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Sparkling Eyes

Fire light sparkles over her eyes. So many questions. So much uncertainty with every wound made I bleed more. Please heal me. Remove that which is sickly and weak. Be my savior cause only you truly can. Prayers be with us all. I'm a man just trying survive in very desperate times. Fire light sparkles in her eyes. Words of conviction with a resolution. For I need a conclusion. No more illusions. Disembodied with a spell. A pure soul at the finest moment. All I want is to touch it, breath it, be part of it. From the anguish of misery, to the glee from every ounce of happiness. Fire light sparkle over her eyes. I watch from a safe distance. In an aspect unknown to most. Help without any credence. But still its not enough. This is absolutely torturous. I can't change minds no more then the tides. I just can't take it anymore. Its crippling. Firelight sparkle over her eyes. Its a friend, its jealousy, its a crush all rolled into one. Its rejection, its ignorance, it all the pain rolled into one. Hello and goodbye with tears running down my cheek. And still I can't deny her a friend. Please let this chaos end. For my soul needs a chance to mend. Because right now I am nothing but emptiness.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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