Determined And Disciplined
I had been once told,
My advice given to those...
Wanting careers in the performing arts,
Was a bit too frightening, bleak and stark.
And would scare them away from the field.
Well,
My attitude about that is this...
If it is something desired one wishes,
They will find a way to do it regardless...
Of the opposition,
Seeking to diminish a mind determined and disciplined.
And those skating through creative professions,
Seeking the ease by which to pursue a dream...
Can do that to realize the heights of mediocrity.
However...
A greatness achieved takes a lot of hard work.
And very little sleep to give it life to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extendibly Kept
Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.
Greatness just to say,
With few ways of it expressed.
Seems as if a parody,
Of what isn't there with wishes it could be.
A greatness achieved and extendibly kept,
Takes a constant self reflection.
And a careful watching of one's steps.
A greatness achieved and extendibly kept,
Takes repeated self examination.
With a wanting always to do one's best.
Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.
Greatness just to say,
With few ways of it expressed.
Seems as if a parody,
Of what isn't there with wishes it could be...
Forever peceived and to others believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dream Hoppers Don't Drop Your Wishes
Dream hoppers don't dropp your wishes.
Still be there nonstop,
With the realizing of your hopes to be revealed.
Do not suspend your reach,
To accept limitations...
Seeking to keep you defeated.
Dream hoppers don't dropp your wishes.
Still be there nonstop!
And idealistic.
Without you no future for us will exist.
Without you creative innovation,
Will diminish to be dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solve problems with your creative cue
Problems, no issue
Solve them with your creative cue
Reach heights which others did not pursue
You are born only to win
If not realized, it is a great sin
It is a fact, not just a design
To make you work hard and take pain
The creativity in you should be awakened
Otherwise, the already tired you further weakened
Realize the strengths in you, your focus sharpened
You can go quite a far, so stay determined
Do not just depend on your abilities,
Fine-tune your approach to opportunities
A lot of them waiting, not they are difficulties
But steps to success and crowns to your dependabilities
Keep an open mind to the problems you face
They are to be understood deep, not just the surface
Collect opinions of others and ensure gainful interface
All problems have solutions; it is what you will phrase
Always nurse in you a desire to excel
Enthuse others too to get into this cell
So that all collectively purposefully marshal
To achieve beyond universal and goals very special
Enter not into an argument, but in discussion
As we are here only to share a vision
Not to prove a point should be our mission
All points, we all know, deserve admission
Decisions are ways to realize a collective dream
They should be clear and transparent like a stream
Every thing smooth, following a natural theme
Without hurting, you are sure to win the cream
Shake up the creative abilities in you
A lot hidden and so far did not come up to view
Redefine problems with your creativity giving a lot cue
Solve them and reach heights, which others did not pursue
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Greatness
You want to be led to greatness.
You believe that it comes,
Without pain and sacrifice.
You perceive it to be a condition taught.
Something instructed or can be bought.
Something delivered upon your acceptance.
But no one known that is considered great...
Waited in anticipation to have it placed,
And presented on a plate as they safely ate!
Greatness isn't something someone takes.
Greatness is announced...
After someone has been trounced,
Through the trenches!
And 'remarkably' survives.
Surprising even the one who is stunned.
This was not a consideration,
In the mind of one who kept focused...
On what at the time,
Needed to be done!
And greatness was bestowed,
By what one did and showed!
Rising to heights,
Inspite of opposition!
And not submitting to a conformity,
That sits and seeks to be led!
Greatness is ahead of those,
Following!
Those feeding,
Upon wishes to be fed!
By that which has been left,
To nibble and taste...
From pioneering explorations!
In a desperation to succeed!
And most times discovered,
In disregard of danger!
In disregard...
Of blood one might bleed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Have Been Made Afraid Of It
Perfected mediocrity,
Takes more time to achieve...
Than the application to strive for greatness.
To settle for less than one's best,
Is a lazy decision to make...
For those at rest procrastinating.
And those who offer this to assist,
Are seeking attention not accompishment.
Since to accomplish takes discipline.
And many have been made afraid of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Soul Lives With You In Your Dream
I'm thinking of you every day,
And seeking meaning of you in everything,
When i close my eyes to sleep at night,
My soul start seeking you in your dream.
I am the flower from your dream,
That scent to you amazing fragrance,
I wrapped you with my charm and beauty,
And let you to enjoy me every dream you have it.
When my eyes are tired and closing for sleep,
My soul awakes in me and seeking your soul in everything,
In the darkness of life you are my hope and happiness,
When do you sleep my soul lives with you in your dream.
My soul found you in your dream,
And dancing tenderly your soul,
A lovely love story of two souls,
That found each other in a crazy world.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Embellished By Desire
Does a greatness exist,
To remind itself that's what it is?
Or is it what it is because it is convinced...
A greatness has been achieved?
From its perspective.
Although the quality of it,
Has long been diminished...
By those seeking clarity and definition!
And not deluded interpretations,
Fantasized and embellished by desire.
An isolated slice of a whole...
May wish to call itself anything it chooses.
But it can not exist as it is by itself exclusively.
One day it does awaken...
To realize the foolishness of this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing Their Best To Achieve
What advice would you give,
To anyone seeking with a wish...
To become successful.
'That's a difficult question.
I really don't know.
And advice?
I am no authority to be giving advice,
To anyone.'
Okay.
What would you say about those,
Who have given their support...
To the ones who do become successful.
'Few people know,
From the beginning who will become successful.
However...
I will say this,
It depends on the enviorment one lives in.
If one hears over and over again,
That they need to leave an enviornment...
In which people are not accustomed,
To those wishing to achieve success...
There will be many people there believing themselves,
Limited in mind and insecure.
And many will berate anyone choosing to think...
They can do something else with their lives,
Than wasting their time talking about others...
Doing their best to achieve.
And achievement takes work, discipline, devotion and sacrifice.
With a getting of very little sleep,
Those unaware would never accept to believe.'
Do you believe you are successful?
'Extremely.
I was born with the ability to ignore naysayers.
Especially those hiding their insecurities,
To make excuses to dump their self hatred on others.
And people like that I have known all my life.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Painful Of An Activity
One day people will stop,
Beating their heads up against a wall.
And realize that steel and concrete,
Are not created to expose one's intelligence that way.
It's too painful of an activity!
Nor do those trappings enclose,
Where the process of creative thought is done.
Some are confused when seeking to identify progress.
And realize it too late,
When the ones they should have appreciated...
Have been in their own environment but dismissed.
How is a forgiving recovery,
Be restoring enough to rebuild a greatness from this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tender and Sweet
Sorry to disappoint.
But I am not the tender/sweet kind.
I am aware that kind of association,
Is generally placed upon those
Who express their creativity as a performing art.
And the 'arts' are suppose to be for those of limp wrists.
I've heard that all my life.
And no one I've ever met quite depicted that at all.
Those I know are very hard working.
Thought provoking and determined.
Architects are artists.
Athletes are entertainers.
And those who dance for a living...
God bless them.
Where would this society be?
If a carpenter had no creative abilities to use a tree.
The only people I observe who are tender and sweet.
Are those who do exactly as they are told.
Then complain and whine to everyone they meet.
And they are much too weak to do what I do!
But I will say...
Preferences?
I have a few of those.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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Be Who You Are As You Are And Do
I am glad I actually had the opportunity,
To live in other environments.
And living in other states,
To stretch my own limited way of looking at life.
I am happy I can sleep soundly at night,
And not have expectations of wishes on my mind.
Or dream to do things I know I can do.
I have pursued and done them!
I have been told I could not do what I have done.
And to the young ones I say,
If you have talents and gifts you can do as you wish,
Where you are.
And you will come to know those who oppose,
Your every move with motivation they will attempt to end.
And don't be surprise if they are your family and so called friends.
That's just how it is when people try to send others away to excell.
My advice to anyone facing this dilemma?
Tell those in opposition to go to hell.
And be who you are as you are and do!
People can not stand those,
Who sing to their own tunes and dance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rain Falls To Replenish
There is no appetite I feed,
With indefinite 'becauses'.
There are needs associated,
To the basicness of my existence.
And when I arrived to recognize,
I had qualities of being human...
Nothing about this was based upon,
Idealistic wishes.
Rain falls to replenish the air I breathe.
As provided by the trees.
And however that is interpreted,
With reasons to diminish this...
Is not a lecture from which,
I will sit in a seeking for confirmation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Road Of Life
As pilgrims on the road of life,
We journey on with hope,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
Our own kaleidoscope.
Seeking harmony and seeking peace,
Striving to find our way,
Wishing that, all wars may cease,
And trying hard to pray.
As pilgrims on the road of life,
We travel on with desire,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
Our destiny to acquire.
Seeking calm and seeking rest,
Striving to find a place,
Wishing that we could be blest,
With His pure heavenly grace.
As pilgrims on the road of life,
We traverse on with love,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
To our Creator, up above.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I May Well Be A Mediocrity
I MAY WELL BE A MEDIOCRITY
I may well be a mediocrity
One who tries and tries
But never really inspires-
I may well be one of the many
Called but not chosen-
I may be more another small unimportant disturbance
Than one whose work is of real meaning and value-
I may well be a mediocrity
And an ultimate nothing-
Whose words are now saved by a new technology
But will be dust forever -
I may well be a mediocrity
Despite wanting so much not to be-
I may well be a mediocrity
And probably am-
In which case I apologize
To the reader of this
If there is one
For taking your time.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Inspired
Why am I seeking to be controversial?
I am not specifically seeking that at all.
However...
I am inspired to experience my life.
Enjoying the creativity that it offers.
I certainly can not sit to limit myself,
In restrictions.
I am a part of this...
Life as it is.
I am not into the correction of semantics.
Or will allow my creative aspirations,
To become diminished,
By those passing judgements.
In whispered innuendos.
And I am grateful to God...
Who has allowed my existence.
And God has not shown me a sign,
Of disapproval yet.
I suspect,
I am being encouraged!
In fact,
I am motivated to expose my nakedness.
Yes.
In a tastefulness some may reject.
But I am not here to appease the wishes of others.
I am here to deliver every aspect of my gifts.
Take them to enjoy or leave them.
But I will guarantee you this...
There will be something for your mind to tease.
And...
Something for your eyes to lick lips if you please.
And something left to solicit gossip.
To entertain those seeking controversy!
And for free.
Those who know me...
Know I stay broke.
Not a penny to show for my talents.
So don't accuse me...
For my multi-abilities.
And it is going to be there,
Everywhere!
And 'that' seems to be my destiny!
Although I am not above turning away...
Any and all,
Monetary donations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Seeking To Be Encouraged
I've grown accustomed to view walls,
As a creative opportunity.
I see space with a wanting to use it.
As if to be inspired by what it isn't.
Others have come to sit behind walls,
Feeling blocked and locked in.
With a seeking to be encouraged,
To get up off their asses!
And I have always found time to busy mine,
With a seeking to be encouraged...
Not to sit too long in a comfort to feel,
Temporarily safe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weighted Down With Complaints
Many say they can not afford the time,
Others find to have peace of mind.
As if getting and obtaining it,
Is scheduled like an appointment.
But a rat race they will face daily.
With excuses to make to procrastinate.
Weighted down with complaints made to prioritize,
Their hectic lives.
People do their best to ignore sound advice.
With a seeking to have things done their way.
Hoping that a stubbornness maintained,
Does not meet to confront opposition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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