Doubters
It is the level of expectation,
One must achieve...
To gain that respect,
From those who can only reflect...
Upon some self importance,
Believed...
Another gets and expects,
From gratifying accolades made.
And is proud of what one does.
And..
Is proud,
Of what has been done!
To some...
With a sign that is shown.
To others...
Perhaps a perception,
Of one keeping silent a conceit.
And giving no attention to the doubters...
Who will always remain who they are.
Doubters with beliefs,
Their expectations have to be fulfilled...
To pass along positive and assuring comments,
That allows the doubt and the judgement of critique...
A nod of approval to bestow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Person Expects From Every Other Person
Every person
Expects from every
Other person
Looks towards god
For fulfillment of
Expectations
Gets disappointed
If not fulfilled
Gets depressed
Fills with hate
If people known
Are not able to deliver
As per expectations
Always forgetting
Others also expects
Expectation
Can be met
With reciprocation
Without that
There will be only
Frustration
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick
If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Would You Like My Attention Given Mentioned?
If I had not been proud of who I am,
You would not perceive me of being arrogant.
Nor would you care if I existed.
I wouldn't.
And you know that.
But since you notice my proudness flaunted,
You believe your critique of it...
Makes me more aware of you.
I do give it attention.
Would you like my attention given mentioned?
This you can continue.
For as long as you wish!
Because it is not you or what you do,
That makes me proud!
And I have for too long known of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uninvolved But With Kept Expectations
Few doubters are left sitting on any fence,
Unconvinced...
Cemented ideals can and will be bulldozed.
And whatever has not been put into practice,
Gets the ax.
Today...
This is not just an opinion.
Today this is a fact!
Pouters and mumblers can take two giant steps,
Backward with the others...
Who have spent their lives,
Living in a 'they' and a 'them' mentality.
Few doubters are left sitting on any fence,
Unconvinced...
Cemented ideals can and will be bulldozed.
A hand reaching to leech from the sidelines,
Uninvolved but with kept expectations...
Discovers,
Eventually...
How quickly to others it can disappear.
It is suggested,
That the inhalation done with deepened breaths...
The scent of reality,
Will quicken one's awakening...
From the strongholding grasp of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Doing Of It Enchantingly
Measuring one's intelligence,
By the kind of schools they have attended.
And the number of prestigious degrees possessed,
Should reflect upon a society progessively moving forward.
With a respect all accept as being beneficially innovative.
But it seems as though many only work diligently,
To obtain their degrees with a validation to approve...
An ability they can and will successfully,
Promote their obsession with a greed to feed.
Since it is perceived only losers refuse this to do.
And one's attempt to do good things for humanity,
Is often misjudged as conceit by those confused/
Since everyone who has sacrificed their effort and time,
Knows that the nourishing on accolades without rest...
Or a peace of mind to find one gets,
Is as much a thrilling experience as the fetching of tossed insults.
Especially when to them no appreciation is expressed,
With or without respect upon giving of themselves their best.
While others have interests shown only in their flaunting.
And this may get them nominated as exceptional citizens,
Of superior qualities with the doing of nothing but flaunting.
But with a doing of it enchantingly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
poem by David Harris
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Dearest Dad
What better occasion than Father's Day to write to express how proud I am of you and to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a wonderful father. You have always been there when I needed your advice, encouragement or a well-deserved kick in the pants.
I thank God for so many good things that have happened in my life. I have no doubt that none of them would have been possible without your guiding influence. I am confident in my abilities. This confidence was surely nurtured in my early years by your guiding hand.
You have always been the model of the kind of father I have wanted to be. I have tried to live up to your high standards of honesty and openness. Though I have made my share of mistakes as a dad, I am proud that both Erika and Sasha exhibit many of the fine qualities that you taught me.
Each day seems to pass by a little faster. I can't believe that your first little boy is now 61 years old. As I reflect on my life and the wonderful family experiences, I can't recall even one bad memory…except maybe for good ol' Betsy, your belt.
I am as excited about seeing you next week as I was at Marquette University after the finals were over. The pure sense of love and giving that you represent, dearest Dad, is a rare commodity these days. As rare as the wonderful family you have created.
Dad, you're as fine as they come in every respect. I thank you and God
everyday for allowing me to be a part of your life. I love you so very mu
Your proud, and at the same time humble son, Greg
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Doubt is part of all religion. All the religious thinkers were doubters.
quote by Isaac Bashevis Singer
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Im So Proud
Youre prettier than all the world
And Im so proud, Im so proud, Im so proud of you
cause youre only one fellows girl
Im so proud, Im so proud, Im so proud of you
Im so proud of being loved by you
And it would hurt, hurt to know,
If you ever were untrue, yeah
Sweeter than the taste of a cherry so sweet
Yeah, and Im so proud, Im so proud,
Im so proud of you
Compliments to you from all the people we meet
Yes babe and Im so proud, Im so proud,
Im so proud of you
Im so proud of being loved by you
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Exiting the Infighting
When opposition begins to arise,
Against those facts to be believed?
The best advice to minimize doubters...
Is to remove them from sight.
By exiting the infighting,
And leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Live My Beliefs
I respect your acceptance,
Of that which you keep...
As a means to obtain your sanity.
Never have I questioned your choices.
Although I have never received,
A mutual showing of respect shown to me...
I am not the one complaining in a campaign,
To have what it is I believe focused upon...
With such attention.
I live my beliefs!
I have no need to reach out,
With a convincing of them to mention.
I live my beliefs daily and with intention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doubt is part of all religion. All the religious thinkers were doubters.
Isaac Bashevis Singer in New York Times Magazine (12 March 1978)
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Proud To Be Loud
Listen up good
I got a lot to say
I know what I want
And I get my own way
I call em as I see em
I dont play by the book
One dose of volume
Thats all it took
Ive seen it, Ive done it
Ive heard it before
Now its my turn
To settle the score
Ill sing it, Ill shout it
Ill say it again
I dont care if they
Never give in cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
You know Im proud
Proud to be loud
Well Ive alway believed
In freedom of speech
And Ive always been the one
Who practiced what I preached
Love it or leave it
Ill give you the choice
But itll snow in hell
Before I lower my voice
I live it, I breathe it
I gotta have more
Its full blast
And this means war
The power, the glory
Its callin my name
I wont start to
Play their game cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud to be loud
And Ill never
Turn it down again no!!
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud,
Proud to be loud
song performed by by Pantera
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Be Positive
'No matter what the others do,
Be and think positive...
If only for you.'
Tell me why,
Should I...
Give that a try?
'Be positive.'
Tell me why...
When,
People negative...
Seem very proud of it,
With a showing of a negativity...
In the midst.
And,
Within their grip!
'Be positive.'
Tell me why,
Should I...
Give that a try?
When people negative,
Seem very proud of it.
'Forget what others do,
Be true to you.
And think positive.'
Tell me why?
'Don't let them beat you,
Just be positive.'
Tell me why?
'Don't let them beat you,
Just be positive.'
Tell me why?
'Forget what others do,
Be true to only you.
And think positive.'
Tell me why?
'Don't let them beat you,
Just be positive.'
Tell me why?
'Don't let them beat you or defeat you,
Just...
Be positive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Real You
No matter where you live, what you wear or what you do,
What really counts is the matter inside of you.
The spirit of your heart and state of mind
Is the real you for the rest of the world to find.
Be proud of yourself and smile every day,
Remembering that you can have this world your way.
Avoid your doubters who always criticize;
They don’t know you and the extent you are wise.
Buoyed by unyielding confidence and prodigious inspiration,
Happiness through love is your guaranteed destination.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Master(Acrostic)
Mind that manipulates all kinds of energy.
Artistic ways making doubters believe.
Stabilizes their craft with practice.
Total control within source and power.
Elite on any level above all peers.
Revered and feared for what they can do.
poem by William Blackman
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How Strong 'Is' Your Faith?
Let me settle this,
And get it over with.
I did not just establish my relationship,
With God.
In fact,
In my life I know God exists.
Any atheist wanting to argue their beliefs,
It is not me they need to convince.
That's their business.
I know the path on which I walk.
My acknowledgement comes,
From my own experiences.
And knowing 'Who' and 'What' was there,
To come to my defense.
I have no fear of being alone!
And this I've shown for the past twenty five years.
That's when God and I got down to business.
My relationship with God has even gotten stronger.
So anyone who fears being alone on their own,
Should not perceive with belief...
They can compare their lives lived with me.
And I hope that leaves any doubters,
Out of my affairs.
'Uh...
Who are you talking to?
And why is it necessary to interrupt,
Your meditation? '
I just get fed up sometimes, Father.
'And, I don't? '
I just wanted to get something off my chest.
'Isn't that why you came to Me in the first place? '
Well...I...er...
'I don't want to hear it.
How strong 'Is' your faith? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not At Your Expense. But Mine
That's strange.
And I am glad you brought the subject up.
You're not the only one who has said,
I have a tendency to others down.
As if to selectively pass judgement.
And,
Ironically enough...
Those who have said that,
Prefer if I kept their masquerading flaws...
And blemished insecurities they choose to keep hidden,
Under pretentions they believe discreet.
Left desperately closeted,
From anyone speaking about them.
Those not so 'cliquishly' involoved in their profiling.
I agree.
And I do not see a positive thing about it.
But tell me this...
Who actually benefits,
From the abundance of it I see?
Or is it just an accepted way of life,
Wanted to flaunt on socialized 'trips'...
That has its own uniqueness I am missing.
Is this some kind of fashion statement...
Only known to those,
Participating in this region of the country?
It is not like it is a secret.
Unknown to media moguls, entertainers...
And those snapping out of their mental,
And physical addictions.
Or is it,
And this you might agree...
Is it,
That when I am not around...
You make it a point to mention my comments,
To over emphasis them with negativity...
To help generate your own following?
Is that what you do?
Because I have noticed you do that with skill.
But...
Not at your expense.
But mine.
Although...
I don't make my comments to gain attention.
I just observe and make statements based upon fact.
And you?
You name dropp and exaggerate with impersonations.
As if to mock is your profession.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believed' To Be Behind Faked Walls
Darker currents appear to unnerve and disturb.
Coming as they do...
To shake up the doubters.
Hushing but not 'yet' to close those mouths...
Still habitually tossing their standards valued.
Still habitually tossing their way of life,
And lives of others they push around and about.
Torment and heartache they come to face.
And it is with faith.
And it is with hope prayed...
That 'Something' arrives,
To rattle them away and out of their cages...
To scope.
'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Something within them rattles them out of their cages.
'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Something within them rattles them out of their cages.
There is a power that is conscious!
A power few can define.
And nevertheless this power felt,
Is a power 'Divine' no one can define.
'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Something within them rattles them out of their cages.
'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Something within them rattles them out of their cages.
Whatever is 'believed' to be behind faked walls,
Should be painstakenly reconsidered...
As a process of thorough and immediate investigation.
Darker currents appear to unnerve and disturb.
Coming as they do...
To shake up the doubters.
Hushing but not 'yet' to close those mouths...
Still habitually tossing their standards valued.
Still habitually tossing their way of life,
And lives of others they push around and about.
'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Whatever is 'believed' to be behind faked walls,
Should be painstakenly reconsidered...
As a process of thorough and immediate investigation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are you proud yet?
i made it many miles without you i can make it farther i know i can
you never taught me how to ride a bike but i know how
you never helped me with my homework but i got A's
you never there to give me advice but i handled it without you
im tired of trying to make you proud, im about to give up its hard to never hear you say it
when i lost my bestfriend over a stupid gun you werent there to be my rock i made it without you are you proud yet?
im strong like mom im more like here everyday im proud of that she has been my rock, when i do something little she says she is proud
i made it thur middle school without you barely there i realized mom was right im glad im not like you
started high school your still not there physically yes but mentally you could careless, are you proud i know mom is
im turning 18 and going to graduate, are you proud yet, no you told me you didnt want to see me graduate, am i ever gonna hear you say it.
maybe not but i know one thing you have taught me is not to be like you, im like mom
i got pubished in a book, are you proud no you said you could careless, how can you be so heartless.
I let go of many things youve done, said and you promised maybe that wasnt a smart idea but ill learn so are you proud yet.
honestly i keep thinking im never gonna be your perfect kid, i dont care because mom made me the women i am and made me not like you, im strong are you proud yet?
After all is said and done i know mom is proud i made it this far without you, proud yet i know i am!
poem by Sarah Selinger
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