Erased As Witnessed
A quest to rise above opposition...
Is done and stuns.
A soaring began,
Begun when no one expected.
A mind exploring,
Does not reveal its contents...
When in the process of nourishing,
Its intentions.
There is no need to mention it.
Challenges given are internally sent.
Definitions aren't exclaimed.
When one remains the captive.
Each step forward,
Is an indication...
Something has been sacrificed.
Something has assisted this flight!
There is no questioning that a faith and insight...
Reaches heights.
And breaks through broken doors.
Purposedly closed to prevent!
But time with a mind focused,
Endures.
Even with wings clipped...
There is no stopping a determination
to proceed.
And succeed...
One who dreams and believes,
Does!
With or without,
Carefully placed obstacles faced!
To be erased as witnessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needing Only the Benefits of Time
That which is accustomed to nourishing,
And doing this on its own...
Will continue to do so.
Regardless who believes it to be fragile,
Upon their chance discovery of its growth.
That which is accustomed to nourishing,
And doing this on its own...
Will continue to do so.
Regardless who believes it to be fragile,
Upon their chance discovery of its growth.
A growth done unnoticed,
Does not prevent the experience of it,
Because this process is not seen.
The importance of its development,
Is not reliant upon the approval of observation.
And a healing of a wound isn't done,
Under constant surveillance.
An effectiveness to do this has already begun.
Needing only the benefits of time...
With faith and patience to succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Falling Out Of Love Comes
A falling out of love,
Comes.
A falling out of love,
Stuns.
A falling out of love's begun.
And,
Plans are gone for more reruns.
A loveless taste begins to bait...
A contemplated argument,
Too tempting not to initiate.
And those words heard again...
Dig deeper into the skin.
To break an aching heart.
Ensuring that the sizzle,
Fizzles within.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love's begun.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love's begun.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
Why do you get so mad with me.
Knowing I've been here for you faithfully.
If another one has your heart.
I can't make you stay.
Although you've driven us apart!
And it comes...
A falling out of love, stuns
It comes...
A falling out of love's begun.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love's begun.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
It comes...
A falling out of love's begun.
It comes...
A falling out of love, stuns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closed Doors Of The Mind
No one knows what goes on behind
the closed doors of the mind.
Thoughts that sometimes inspire
the deeds that transpires.
Many have tried to find the key
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within,
buried deep behind
the closed doors of the mind.
The lust and deprivation
that sometimes conspire
to be set free
or the eternal love of life
that can rise to the fore.
Both are hidden in the crevasses
behind the closed doors of our mind.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Last Night's Dream (Somewhere In Dreanland)
In the silence of the night,
My mind soared in flight.
Sprouting wings as I went,
I felt heaven spent.
Floating on a silver cloud,
Where this world is not
allowed,
Soaring to heavenly heights,
This trip, pure delight.
Gaining altitude, on my
way,
Searching for a brighter
day.
Higher, higher, to the
light,
It has been an awesome
sight.
I looked down, the earth
to see,
It really meant nil to me.
My creative juices began
to flow,
I was caught in the after-
glo.
Mind full of thoughts, and then,
I began to mentally pen.
Tomorrow, back home in peace,
I have found a sweet release.
poem by Heather Burns
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From An Eye to Mind Point of View
Little of my life is spent,
Living it by 'quotations'.
Researched to uncover...
Someone 'selected'
To have respected 'intelligence'.
Observation...
And personal experience,
Has been a 'teaching' process...
Of my valued learning.
As I yearn to adventure more.
Exploring life,
From an eye to mind point of view.
That delivers from outside...
My insight that becomes assisted,
By this accepted invitation...
I am not so quick to dismiss as lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angels Harmonic Serenade
stand upon thrilling flame sunlight lit cliff
above vast stretching river carved canyon
heights determination siren embryo calling
run fast take swift leap embracing wings faith
launch into flowing solar wind ride cosmic void
solar flares rapture songs of mind soul soaring
beams radiant pulse divine plasma joy of flight
angels harmonic serenade new birth form spreading
infinite light transcends vibrant flesh transforming
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Quest to Undo Obstacles
If those faced with daily challenges,
Had their lives made easier...
Their acquired gifts and talents,
Would become less impressive.
And a quest to undo obstacles,
Would be left as they rested.
And a faith that had been tested,
To waste and upset...
The best of what The Creator expects,
Would not please.
Since The Almighty despises mediocrity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flightless Bird
My world is caged in,
I can not fly away,
I can not soar in the clouds,
With the wind and the angels.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I sit here day in and day out,
I watch so many people coming in and going out,
They stay here so happy so proud,
And they leave again without any care in the world.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I remember each face,
I remember them all saying hi waiting for a reply of hello,
They don’t understand how it feels,
They don’t understand what it’s like.
To be a flightless bird with clipped wings.
Wings tucked and head held high I sit here,
I wear a smile on my face and I keep myself beautiful and happy,
But inside all I can see are the bars that surround me,
I can’t get past them I can only sit.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
My world is a room full of people myself the center of attention,
Although I should not complain for this is my life,
And I make them smile I make the children laugh and look in my eyes,
And sometimes they look into my eyes and see my world through my eyes.
They know I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
They’ll stand and watch me as I walk around in my cage,
They’ll be there with me and try to understand.
Then they’ll have to leave and they’ll look over their shoulders.,
And they look into my eyes one last time,
Before they fly away into the world to bring back stories for the flightless bird with clipped wings,
They are my connection to the world,
They show me what they see through their eyes,
They show me wonders and beauties of a world I’ve never seen,
They are my window to the outside,
In their mind I can be a flightless bird in a world of wonder and of flight.
I am only a small bird in a cage that sits in a hotel,
Sits and watches as the world around me fly’s by,
I wait for the occasional stranger who looks into my eyes with knowing,
Maybe a person who is like me like a flightless bird in a cage,
They are my wings, the wings of a flightless bird who’s wings are clipped.
I sit in my own world and watch as it all moves by,
Day after day I watch and I say what is expected of me,
I sit in my world and I go on my own steady journey,
A journey in which I am a silent observer,
A flightless bird with clipped wings in a world of ever changing skies.
By: Bethany Maxwell
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Yesterdays Regrets
Everyone has regret from their yesterdays
Mine is not being everything you need, want, and could desire in a woman
I look but know there is no since in wondering Why What if or could have been if
I can’t find ways to forget you
You’re always on my mind
Even though I pretend I’ve moved on you’ll always be my heart
In my mind I think of you each day and night
Apart of me will always be with you.
Broken dreams of yesterday is all that feels my mind
You’ll always be the one I dream of at night
The one I will never forget
Each and every day I breathe in and breathe out
Until you know I am the one you can’t live without
We are meant to be and you will see.
So until this would stop spinning and my heart believes you’re gone
I will take deep breath and
Take another step forward
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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On A Path One Has Cleared Of Thorns
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
Obstacles impossible seem to pop from everywhere.
To test emotions and one's endurance.
And anyone who has ever faced opposition knows...
Friends can become unconsious foes sometimes.
And those thought to be foes...
Eventually become those who are the most close.
One truly doesn't know who 'is' or who isn't...
Until it is recognized,
The one who has lived a life dedicated...
Being who they are from the beginning,
Becomes more appreciated by those...
Who acknowledge a life lived devoted,
Is not a bed of roses...
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As a Dove I Flew
As a Dove I flew,
Without concern...
That my wings someone had clipped!
It was brought to my attention,
When at rest...
Around others,
Where I would sit to listen.
And with them reminisce.
Someone noticed my flaws.
And I began to forget...
My mission was to love.
And to spread happiness with it!
But I let this blemish,
Take hold and I could not resist.
The fact that I was a 'Dove' first...
With or without wings clipped!
And I sat looking at my flaws and blemishes...
That kept me stifled without movement.
And a burden I placed upon my wings...
I found too heavy!
They felt encased in cement.
And my mind stayed fixed on my appearance,
Ever since.
And my wings I could no longer lift!
'Who are you trying to fool?
Us?
Just because we are pigeons...
Your task is not to try to fit in!
Be a Dove.
Be who you are.
Continue your journey,
And stop telling those stories.
We've heard them before...
When you came to deliver,
That self defeating message...
At our separate doors.
We got it!
That's why we are here all together!
Remember us? '
Well...
Why didn't you say something.
I would not have wasted your time.
I thought you all were struggling in conflict?
My 'bad'!
I'm still eliminating some of that 'processing'.
You know what a bunch of ya'll together implies!
'It's not a waste to us at all.
Every time we hear it,
We share it with those who haven't!
It's motivating.
And extremely convincing.
It's hilarious the second time around.
You should see yourself! '
I suppose you are right!
Afterall,
I am assigned to do Dove 'stuff'.
Trying to do it the best I can!
'If you happen to forget,
And you see us again!
Try to avoid using the 'clipped wing' thing.
It's overboard and too dramatic.
It's funny.
But I think you should want to be taken seriously! '
I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Flight
The wings hope for a surge
And the will longs for a feel.
But the flight never takes off.
In the mid summer of pathos and pains
Blows not the breeze of relief
And the sky looks deserted for once.
Mind has a mystery unresolved
That spans the life time of fear and fog
Undone by the waves of smiles and words.
The candle burns down from the top
Casting a shadow of imminent death
And the cry of life reaches the shores far.
The nights have darkened than ever before
And the timid hours of sleep have begun to haunt.
There is a need for a flight indeed.
Unto the skies of unknown glory and expanse
Let my wings take me ever and ever..
And I know not when that will be.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Faith and Hope
Some brick walls are easier to penetrate.
And that depends on when they were cemented.
The thickness.
And the chipping done,
Has to be taken into consideration.
Knowing that one's patience,
Still has to be applied.
And there is no going around it.
No matter how hard one tries.
One can choose to flee.
Or proceed to chip away quick.
Or begin this process slowly.
Just do what needs to be done.
There are obstacles to rid.
Faced by everyone.
Those who cope...
Realize the value place in faith and hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decided to Find the Core
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
I began to eliminate excess.
I rid my life of annoying pests and agitation.
I decided to find the core of my happiness.
Obstacles became more determined,
Not to see me succeed.
My path became blocked with foolishness.
Until...
I began to see things for what they were.
Even though they tormented me to see them differently.
When I awakened my last time from deep denial,
I decided to clear my eyes of wants.
And focused on just my needs.
Today...
Everything I'm wanting has become a daily desire.
And I thank the Almighty with excitement every morning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angel
Artist Judas Priest
Song Angel
Albmun Angel Of Retribution
Lyrics By Rob Halford
Angel,
Put sad wings around me now
Protect me from this world of sin
So that we can rise again
Oh angel,
We can find our way somehow
Escaping from the world we're in
To a place where we began
And I know we'll find
A better place and piece of mind
Just tell me that it's all you want
For you and me
Angel won't you set me free
Angel,
Remember how we chased the sun
Then reaching for the stars at night
As our lives had just begun
When I close my eyes
I hear your velvet wings and cry
I'm waiting here with open arms
Oh can't you see
Angel shine your light on me
Angel we'll meet once more I'll pray
When all my sins are washed away
Hold me inside your wings and stay
Angel take me far away
Put your sad wings around me now
Angel take me far away
Put sad wings around me now
So that we can rise again
Put sad wings around me now
Angel take me far away
Put sad wings around me now
So that we can rise again
song performed by by Judas Priest
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At The End Then What?
this is what our tracks
on the road are asking
and so does every
step along the shores of
time: then what?
will it be justified?
will the reasons of reasons be enough?
this is just my body
and my mind
in that basket the ripe fruits are missing
the tracks cover themselves
and every step is finally erased
you ask: then what?
i return it with nothing
no, not even a smile
since i turn my back and then
proceed to another journey.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Acceptance of Limitation
An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.
It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.
Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.
This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.
A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Testing Comes
In 1952...
I took my first steps on a stage.
The Bushnell Memorial Auditorium...
As it was called in those days.
And today in 2008,
I look back and ask myself...
What steps did I make,
I least appreciate.
And today I can honestly say...
I've been blessed in every way.
And there is not one step I've taken,
I regret.
The obstacles and challenges were not easy.
Nor having to be patient,
With those who purposedly stood on my path.
Believing I had no identity.
And I was some kind of test!
I had been for them.
And today I am still for others.
And when the testing comes...
I am not the one who fails!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See the Day-Glow Sky
I see the day-glow sky
With sojourn clouds I fly
You're all invited too
To race the morning dew
To see the sun anew
A dark, foul, murky night
Dies with its dreadful fright
How the soul sweeps up height
My wings lift freedom's flight
Living my dreams again
Not caring for how nor when
With soaring wings I fly
I see the day-glow sky
Shadows don't frighten me
Finally I feel free
You're all invited too
To chase in the pursuit
To seek the dawning truth
Rise on the sky's stairway
Rejoice in the coming day
Shake off a troubled mind
With breathless wings we climb
Living our dreams again
Caring not how and when
On spirited wings we fly
To see the day-glow sky
I see the day-glow sky
With sojourn wings I fly
You're all invited too
To race the morning dew
To see the sun anew
With sojourn wings I climb
I see the day-glow sky
poem by Andrew Michaels
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When Fixed Mindsets Have Been Focused
Common sense is not obtained,
Through an academic process.
Not any that reflects wisdom respected,
By the many earning college degrees.
If experience could be taught,
And brought to a mind fixed on 'things'...
All of life and the quality of it,
Would have had witnessed the benefits of this.
But too busy are those in mental modes,
Driven to succeed and address their greed.
And when fixed mindsets have been focused,
On acquiring attention freed of comprehension...
There is no peace or rest to get if not earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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