Enhanced Disenchantment Experienced
Enhanced disenchantment experienced,
Is good for one taking time to renovate.
And to appreciate those gifts given,
That are sometimes taken for granted.
Too much publicity can stun and overwhelm.
To distance quick,
One who seems to be at the helm of it.
And thought to solicit it as an addiction.
But all things that rise,
Seldom maintains a fresh edge that surprises.
It is easier to slip away from getting attention...
Than to stay in the limelight,
Receiving verbal interventions intended to diminish.
With a constant criticism by those who thirst...
Something or 'someone' to direct a disapproval.
No matter what the substance or content that is despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Difficult to Achieve
Some folks achieve notoriety,
Based upon the quantity of their work.
Not as a result of the quality...
That can be observed.
However,
With a touch of therefore.
It is very difficult to achieve,
A sustained quality!
Well...
For some!
But after a while it really doesn't matter.
Folks will diminish one's ability,
To sustain a quality with quanity.
It happens.
Since the familiarity of it being delivered,
Becomes taken for granted.
Try maintaining substance over time.
It can be done.
But not recommended.
Folks don't associate work with it!
And sooner or later...
Whatever it is becomes disrespected.
For the uniqueness of its delivery.
And deduced as something that was done too easy.
And sleazing it becomes even easier.
Especially by those who rise in the morning...
Prepared to critique,
As part of what it is done they do...
To participate in this experience called life.
We all have a need to fulfill something we regard,
As valued by somebody, somewhere.
And so we do it.
Most times without thought at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow,
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
poem by William Shakespeare
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I Don't Like You
I do not like you.
And no liking of you from me,
Is going to be done.
And I'm sure you will get over it,
Since not a bill do I pay,
Delivered to your home...
With me doing it,
To ensure that is done!
No...
I don't like you!
And like me,
I am sure...
You do not like everyone.
It is a mutual agreement,
Only distance approves!
I know when you're breathing easier,
Not a thought of me occurs to you.
And far from my mind,
You are too!
And the paying of those bills,
No one thrills!
Today,
Or tomorrow...
To stun and chill.
No I don't like you!
And...
It is a mutual agreement,
Only distance approves!
I know when you're breathing easier,
Not a thought of me occurs to you.
And far from my mind,
You are too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Are Gifted
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
For those who are gifted,
With talents they let drift away.
Seem too quick to earn a dollar from them...
Only to quit to say,
The worth of their gifts...
Did not return to them any profit!
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
One blessed by God...
Should first serve His purpose.
With a gratefulness to prove,
A decision God has made...
Was done to shine forth a light!
To move where He chooses,
Whether day or night.
Not to smother in unthankfulness.
To offer God one's attititude.
Why do people do this?
Take for granted what God does...
Then choose to dismiss it?
To satify egos others should solicit.
To flaunt and cherish,
As if one merits the attention.
To take and celebrate...
Without a word of God to mention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soft and Tenderly
Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
Cool, fresh and sweet...
Then it goes.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.
The sky clear and crisp.
As my eyes lift to witness,
The Sun rise and glow.
The birth of this day...
Has a peaceful way to say,
Share this and grow.
A wealth of Spring begins,
And I sing without end...
A melody that is soft,
With a tenderness I seldom show.
Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.
And I'm glad to sit as it drifts,
Unresisting the giving,
It bestows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Thoughts
There is so much I want to say to you
But, you keep me at a distance.
My heart directs my fingers to dial your number, while I fight to resist the urge to press those seven digits that will bring delight to my ears upon hearing your voice.
And you keep me at a distance.
My brain maintains a logical stance while my mouth and thoughts rebel yearning for what I felt when last we spoke,
Yet you keep me at a distance.
My fear of you is healthy redirected emotions yet unspoken
You still keep me at a distance.
If dying of thirst a drink of your smile gazing down on me would help me to peacefully transition into eternal slumber,
Yet you keep me at a distance.
The infinite expanse of the universe is not enough to move me away from you
Still kept at a distance.
Even though not ready,
I am hungry for the taste of your enticing spirit that calls out to me like manna from heaven above,
But still kept at a distance.
My thirst unquenched. Hunger unsatisfied. Thoughts never having evolved into spoken words to caress your ears and ease my yearning spirit sail aimlessly into the depths of oblivion.
But still I am kept at a distance.
Maybe one day, as certain as we are that the sun will rise to open each new dawn, and set to close all that transpired within that day, just maybe,
There will be no more distance.
poem by Terry Holder
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In Negotiation
Time does not come to us,
To face...
With a choice to erase,
What is disliked as we choose.
Some make attempts to do this...
With an encouragement that comes...
To do our best to replace the effects of it,
With a nip and tuck done.
For purposes to stun!
There is no such thing,
As eternal youth.
Although foolishness can come to stay...
Like a long lost relative,
One prays lovingly to God...
That the abrupt affect of this visit,
Would get the hint and go away.
Surprises dropped upon our doorsteps,
At these times...
Are regrettably unappreciated.
And aging isn't respected either,
As an accepted part of life.
Too many perceive the appearance of it...
Is more like a death sentence,
One wishes would take a quick flight or a hike!
It's like the act of taking something back.
Or a wish of this a possibility.
But undetermined is the one,
As to how this is done effectively.
And from what or whom...
In negotiation will agree,
The taking back of what has gone forward...
Will satisfy the laws of nature,
With the granting of fantasies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limelight
(alan parsons/ eric woolfson)
Producer for bonnie: stephan power
I can see the glow
Of the distant sun
I can feel it inside
Maybe this day
Could be the one
I can hear the roar
Of the distant crowd
They are waiting for me
Calling my name
Shouting out loud
Limelight
You were all I ever wanted, since it all began
Limelight
Shining on me, telling the world who I am
Oh, limelight
Dont let me slip right through you fingers
Theres along way to fall
After all the years of waiting
Im going to show them all
I can see the world
In a different light
Now its easy to say
Where I went wrong
What I did right
Holding on isnt always easy
I am gonna change my mind
Limelight
You were all I ever wanted, since it all began
Limelight
Shining on me, telling the world who I am
Oh, limelight
Dont let me slip right through you fingers
Theres along way to fall
(instrumental)
Limelight
You were all I ever wanted, since it all began
Limelight
Shining on me, telling the world who I am
Yeah, limelight
Dont let me slip right through you fingers
Theres along way to fall
Maybe the roads not easy
Im gonna show them all
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Let That Ego Go
The one thing I find remarkable...
About your insistence,
To manipulate your way into the limelight.
With a persistence you solicit.
I wonder why?
Your talents defy comparison.
With gifts unlimited.
Let that ego go!
You can afford to get rid of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Rush To Get Up And Leave
Fabulous and exquisite,
Stays a scent remembered as fresh.
Never to undo with the passing of time.
And embraced as if just yesterday,
Are those memories coming to linger...
Unannounced in a surprise visit.
One finds remaining to be unchanged.
But somehow enhanced the more as one ages.
Although delaying a reluctance,
To become overwhelmed by seduction.
Since one knows how much slower it is to lift,
What was done when younger...
In a process taken for granted and on demand.
Without a single thought given to it.
And this too,
Can be interpreted as fabulous and exquisite.
Depending on who has grown to appreciate,
The benefit of taking one's time to savor the experience.
With no rush to get up and leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Off Your Pity Pot To Stop It
To wiggle out from under all doubts,
With a hanging them out to dry...
In front of passersby to eye,
Is intended to get attention.
Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Get up off your pity pot to drop.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
And...
Believe this or not,
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
Get up off your pity pot to stop this quick.
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit,
One bit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgotten Dream
When tears have dried
after your heart has cried
the sun will rise on a new day
When you're left alone
with no one to hold
the sun will rise on a new day
When you reach the edge
and feel like breaking
The sun will rise
the rain will dry
you're heart will heal
even though I still cry
Now you've chosen
and I'm left outside
I'll find a place
shelter to hide
It's easier with me gone
it's easier with no word
I hear you're mind is clear
I hear you're heart did mend
Did I tell you that I'm still back there
You left me there
the day you went
I could never return
o matter the money I spent
Now I hear
the sun will rise
the rain will dry
you're heart has healed
though I still cry
poem by Matt Mondschein
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What Goes On As Witnessed
It is easier to see,
The same things done...
By the same people doing them,
Over and over again.
With nothing achieved,
Or accomplishments completed...
As seen from a distance.
And with thoughts reminisced.
And upon one's return,
From travels sojourned...
No matter what the length of time,
With an experiencing of life and lessons learned.
What goes on as witnessed,
Gets even easier to ignore unlike what was viewed...
At a time before.
But gone is the attachment,
With a showing of indifference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Minds of Vagabond Clouds
I interact with her,
Fall for the poise;
And get 'entangled.'
The space-time distanced,
It hardly mattered as,
Superposition enhanced.
What does the distance carry?
How does the time matter?
When the souls fly together.
Before the recognition,
I knew both zeroes and ones;
The after effect vanished.
I was content with,
Both or either,
Ones and zeroes.
Such was the mess of,
The affair that I seek,
To break the codes.
Love and Life for all,
And hope to change the,
Minds of vagabond clouds.
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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To Include An Experience That Benefits All
Being social is a factor many doing it to get done,
Becomes advocated by those who solicit a mingling...
To congregate with others who have similar ideals.
But 'socialism' is despised by the ones trying to define it,
As a negative representation.
Although those who are depicted as socialites,
Have no problem being in the limelight...
With others who are on the right,
And exposing their exclusive appetites.
While labelling the ones depicted as liberal,
As being on the left with others who appreciate life...
In their pursuit to include an experience that benefits all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.
And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.
And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?
And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'
~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~
'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '
~Uh...
I'm clueless.~
'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limelight
Im in the limelight
No time for sun ray
We are the happening
This day is our day
Im in the limelight ah ah
Big on my block now ah ah
Im in the limelight ah ah
Im in the limelight
Im in love
With myself
Please dont break the spell
Or give to someone else
I am a success
At least for a short while
I make decisions
Influence people
song performed by by Xtc
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Until I Met You
Before I met you, I thought I was happy,
and I was, but I had never known the rich contentment,
deep satisfaction, and total fulfillment
you brought to me when you came into my life.
Before I met you, I felt a lot of things,
good things, but I had never experienced
the indescribably intense feelings I have for you.
Before I met you, I thought I knew myself,
and I did, but you looked deep inside me
and found fresh new things for us to share.
Before I met you, I thought I knew about love,
but I didn't, until I met you.
poem by David duckworth
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Caricatures
Bad mouthing others,
Seems to be always done by those...
Who believe they are on the rise,
Of some social circuit acceptance.
Until they realize,
They have become caricatures...
In an environment of people,
Seeking only to be entertained.
No interest is given,
To create or leave anything that sustains...
Or maintains an historic substance.
Unless what is being created,
'Is' historic and valued as having substance.
And that usually is not determined,
By those staring at entrances and exits...
To approve the arrival of who enters.
With a glance of a nearby clock to acknowledge,
The exact time someone who is talked about...
Leaves and with whom,
If not alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Leaving To Exit Is Swift
I had been anxious to please.
With a need to do this,
For someone loved.
For someone I thought,
Would appreciate...
My unconditional giving of it.
But taken for granted,
Is not a wish I lived with...
In a quiet desperation.
I am not seeking from anyone...
Fresh oxygen to breathe.
As if from anyone I have this need.
I am quick to stay away,
From polluted air.
And any hint of it I sniff.
I will not tolerate it,
In an atmosphere I share.
My leaving to exit is swift!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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