Easier to Befriend Over Structured Discipline
There is a difference seen,
Between one who enjoys what's done.
And another who employs tactics,
For no apparent reason...
Than to remain redundant,
In a specified comfort...
Validated by some.
And doing something believed that pleases.
While expressing a lack of attached passion.
There is a difference observed,
In comparing someone with nerve.
And one who has...
A need to be motivated.
Like one who can only exercise,
In the presence of others.
And those who know the benefits of it.
Choosing to find time for that...
Over an excuse to make while eating a banana split.
And promising to diet,
When their schedules allow them to be fit.
Accomplishments usually aren't done,
Without being familiar with frustration.
And sometimes fed frustrations,
Can add a few pounds snacking upon those calories.
Munching away.
And they,
Most times...
Are easier to befriend over structured discipline.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Should This Make A Difference
Should it make a difference,
To the one accustomed to looking up...
As to who holds their head down?
To stop with a noticing of it...
Giving time to see what has been lost to be found?
Should it make a difference,
That people around talk 'to' each other...
With no eye contact that exists?
Should this make a difference,
To one who has already experienced this?
Should any of this make a difference,
To one who realizes their movements are not restricted...
On a top ten list of prioritized accomplishments,
Sought to do...
Since...
No one is aware of the persistence it takes,
To resist being disrespected with an accepted disregard.
Should this make a difference,
To one who has chosen to gaze at stars...
With dreams and wishes?
No.
The difference that is,
Has been decided and made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is the difference between....?
What is the difference between black and white?
What is the difference between day and night?
What is the difference between love and hate?
What is the difference between a woman and a mate?
The answers seem to be so easy
as the difference between to be free and to be busy.
But! Can you tell me the difference between a lie and a truth?
Can you tell me the difference between old age and youth?
Will you tell me the difference between a grant and a sob?
If you don’t know this difference you can flop.
I would like to know the difference between wrong and right,
I would like to know the difference between a war and a fight.
If you know the answers please, write.
It will be interesting to know your opinion,
And may be I will find it to be brilliant.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Never Given A Chance To Happen
It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
Were regarded as friends.
And not threats to suspect of wanting,
To flaunt special attention given.
It would have made a difference,
If those who had nothing...
Accepted someone with something to give,
As a benefit to the environment.
With an advantage for all.
Instead of someone to ignore...
Defaming with a smearing campaign,
In a hope to see them fall.
It would have made a difference,
To the ones who now...
Have surrounded themselves,
In surmounting conflicts...
Creating their mental and physical ailments.
It would have made a difference,
If mindsets were connected...
To a discipline respected.
It would have made a difference,
But that difference...
Was never given a chance to happen.
It would have made a difference,
If opportunities presented...
Were recognized.
It would have made the difference!
But it didn't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imposing Upon A Patience Given
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Time is too precious,
To delay an agenda prioritized...
With eyes set to realize,
Things needing to get done.
And accompanied by motivation.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Much like feeding a craving to quickly satisfy a whim...
With the hopes someone mentions a noticeable difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indifference / Alive
I will light the match this mornin' so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent for soon that will be gone
Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way through one more day in hell
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make
I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh I'll keep takin' punches ha-ha until their will grows tired
Oh I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey I won't change direction and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make yea
How much difference does it make how much difference
I'll swallow poison until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference (x2)
How much difference does it make yea
How much difference does it make
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Angel
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
Theres always one reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
Ill find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
Youre in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
Theres vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It dont make no difference
Escaping one last time
Its easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
Youre in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
Youre in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
song performed by by Westlife
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speeeeeech!
does it make difference you speak in front of many people or alone
does it make difference you speech in historic place or in your toilet
does it make difference you are charismatic leader or unknown beggar from streetside
it makes difference you speak to clash conflict or for better world
it makes difference you speech bonded by past or to move forward
it makes difference you depend by fact or just soap service
does it make difference you read from text or speak fluently
does it make difference you speech in busy market or deserted mountain
does it make difference you write words yourself or scrap it from books and paper
it makes difference everybody exitedly listens or sleeps peacefully on their seats
it makes difference you have freedom to speak or prisoned by intimidation
it makes difference it gives effect or just a long boring speech
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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What's The Difference
I still feel pain
I still cry
Twenty -four hours
Make a day
What's the difference?
The nights so quiet
I still hear my heart beat
And when I hurt
I still bleed
What's the difference?
Six years I was sober
And the grass is still green
But now I smoke weed
Will it make me normal?
I can't tell
What's the difference?
There will be those
Who don't see it my way
And those who are prisoners
Of themselves
I can't tell
Are they normal, if not
What's the difference
I'm leaving soon
As scared as I came
And given some time
I'll have problems again
But this time around
I know
What the difference is
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Received Without Sacrifice
Years spent in learning a craft.
Or the multiple tasks attached to applying...
That which is associated in the creation of it.
Benefits with the experience of observation.
And plenty of lessons through frustrations learned.
Pieces believed by others to be detached,
Are actually there in place.
And many are not aware of that.
One foot directed,
Does not mean the other does not sometimes drag.
Many have their eyes on a prize.
And become discouraged,
By the assortment of different routes...
Avenues, valleys and streams,
One motivated takes...
To put together a dream.
Sometimes with mistakes and false starts.
Even painful screams to see created,
What one eventually achieves.
Is believed by others...
To be as easy as a wish delivered.
Without shedding blood, sweat and lots of tears!
Only those giving their time,
Knows what that giving of time means to give...
Throughout the years.
Some believe gifts given,
Are received without sacrifice.
And they are the ones procrastinating...
Sitting to seek a more sweetened advice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Focus More Noticed
There is a difference when one stumbles,
In a crumble that humbles.
It is noticed with more focused,
When notoriety is attached.
There is a difference when one speaks,
With a tone that seems to reach...
Beyond definition.
And there is a difference influenced by comprehension...
When ignorance is fought.
And a breaching of it leaks.
That which is taught...
Is feared by those who refuse to see,
A rise in higher consciousness.
And freely given by those who teach.
With a focus more noticed,
When notoriety is attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Realize Just How Talented You Are?
Those who are talented,
Probably spend less time...
Giving it recognition,
To dote on their devotion...
Of being creative.
In dismissing the notion,
That it is talent they have...
Instead of a love for what they do,
That attracts the attention...
Of those unbelieving,
The ones who are talented...
Are unaware of the discipline and stress,
That goes into the work they do...
To produce their best.
'Do you realize just how talented you are? '
~I tried.
But each time I stopped,
To acknowledge that...
Nothing I did would get done.
And it would ignore me,
As if I did not exist.
Choosing then to concentrate,
On other interests.
However...
I have realized this,
It is best that I do not pay attention to it.
Since I've noticed this allows me,
To do what I do to accomplish something.
I have no interest in critiquing,
As much as others seem to find the time to do.~
'Oh?
So you are not aware of it? '
~I love what I do.
Trying to find ways to define it,
Is too self absorbing and a waste of time.
However...
If you are here to deliver assessments,
Try not to be too insensitive.
This I have observed,
Creates a lot of friction.
And a stubborn defensiveness,
You will not believe.
THAT I know I can show you,
Easily.
For some reason that skill I am very familiar with.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Make A Difference!
take your finger from the trigger,
lay down your gun...
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lower your hand, soften your voice,
let go of your anger...
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
put down your checkbook, close the register,
do something you really feel....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
throw out your pill bottle and your pipe,
stand up and face life....
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
turn off your tv and your computer,
get involved with someone in need....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lay down your judgements and your pride,
see people as just people....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Would It Make A Difference
Would it make a difference
if we never spoke again
would it make a difference
if I were not your friend
now is the time to tell me
before everything goes
astray
would it make a difference
if golden threads began to
fray
poem by Heather Burns
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There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. That little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.
quote by Robert Collier
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There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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Now...This Is 'My' Question?
Accomplishments done are just what they are.
A means to reveal who is supportive of those who succeed.
And,
Exposes those who choose to believe...
The ones who are motivated,
Think they are better than those who are lazy...
And have no ambition!
'What? '
Listen!
Now...
This is 'my' question?
Why would anyone who is focused to accomplish,
Spend their time wondering 'why' others are wasting theirs?
'It depends on who you are asking! '
However...
I am sure this makes 'some' sense,
To those with little of that left!
And leaving many influenced to be impressed by it!
'Why would anyone focused on doing 'something'...
Stop that to become attracted by those doing nothing at all? '
That's the point 'they' are trying to make!
Why aren't they given more attention?
'For what? '
Doing nothing!
And wanting to be honored for it.
'Oh!
That's called entitlement.
You know...
I 'see' therefore it's 'mine' to claim.
Mine to defame and shame who I please.
To get others to believe in me.
As I teach them the benefits of deceit.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At one point I had to shove as much food in my body as possible to pack on calories. My trainer wanted me to do six meals a day and not go two hours without eating. If I would cheat on eating one day, I could tell - I'd drop a few pounds.
quote by Taylor Lautner
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Just One Girl
Now some guys,
they wanna run around.
Playin loose, playin fast,
out there in every town.
But this guy,
I'll be satisfied
with that certain kind o' look
in the corner of her eye.
I'm findin' my direction and I know what counts,
got my wild side just for one.
I'll give her my affection, never let her down
when the right girl comes along.
I don't ask much
from this big wide world.
Just wanna make a difference
to just one girl.
I don't care
how this whole plan works,
if I can make a difference in the life
of Just One Girl.
Now the last time
I was losing the race
for the biggest payoff
lookin' in the wrong place.
But this time,
now I know what I feel.
Got a handle on it.
Now I'm livin' it real.
There's been so many others,
so many empty nights.
That was never me anyway.
It was just a lonely boy
who was lookin for his life.
If you're out there
I'm here to say...
I don't ask much
from this big wide world.
Just wanna make a difference
to just one girl.
I don't care
how this whole plan works,
if I can make a difference in the life
of Just One Girl.
Here's hopin' that this message will find you.
Don't miss it, in a flash it may blind you.
I don't ask much,
don't wanna change the world.
I just wanna make a difference
to Just One Girl.
Hey!
I don't ask much
from this big wide world.
Just wanna make a difference
to just one girl.
I don't care
how this whole plan works,
if I can make a difference in the life
of Just One Girl.
Just One Girl.
Mm yeah.
If I can mak
song performed by by 38 Special
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Length Of Its Visit
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake who does what and when.
Or how long it may take,
For those undecisive to make up their minds.
Those aging as time flys by them,
Seem to take a more notice of it drifting away.
And with an impatience shown towards those,
Wishing they knew of a remedy...
To keep themselves with time favored.
As if to flavor it with youthful flattery.
By a nipping or two to keep something tucked.
While time gives them more it to strut their stuff.
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake.
No matter how much moisterizing,
Is applied to disguise track marks on one's face.
Only time taken to make good use of it,
Seems to deliver to those doing it left...
With a comprehension of the benefits.
Without trying to erase its existence.
And acknowledging whatever it is,
They have been given to witness...
Isn't sitting around awaiting for them,
To make decisions on the length of its visit.
And who knew time could care less,
How with limits it is addressed.
To dismiss or curtail its effectiveness.
Time does come to leave when it pleases.
Regardless who accepts or denies what it is,
Whenever it blesses with its presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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