Even If He Feels It
Wise is the man who stumbles...
Gets up.
And continues to move forward.
Many would rather sit,
And relive the experience,
Of it.
To discuss the affects.
A man who stumbles,
Will not allow himself to be broken.
Even IF he feels it.
He may even show it hurts.
However,
When he begins to believe he is...
He will spend the rest of his life,
A broken man.
With only sadness to offer!
And memories of failure to share.
Recalling a stumbling fall,
Over and over.
Wise is the man who stumbles...
Gets up.
And continues to move forward.
Many would rather sit,
And relive the experience,
Of it.
To discuss the affects.
Seeking pity!
Or something to numb,
The effects of regret!
Dedicated to:
Landry Marcel Pertillar
My Nephew
'No...you are 'not' Superman. But close! '
Love you,
Uncle Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Landry Is My Nephew
Landry is my first nephew!
So proud I am...
That he has become a great man.
I am familiar with his easy smile.
And I observe him as he disciplines...
Each of his growing six children!
SIX?
That he now has six transfixes me sometimes!
Like a piecing jolt of reality,
Playing tricks on my mind.
Time has passed so fast...
As I think of the responsibility,
And Landry's current tasks!
So many he juggles...
As a 'master' with class!
I tell him all the time,
I am so proud of him!
And when I hear him speak of his children,
I say to myself...
'That's the man I wish I had been! '
He doesn't walk on water...
Like I think 'he' thinks he oughta!
I see a lot of me...
His dad and my sister Mim too I 'see'.
And I can say with much pride...
I am so happy Landry is MY nephew!
As I cherish these thoughts each day inside!
Knowing and loving him as I do.
Dedicated:
To my nephew Landry Marcel Pertillar
'You are the best! Love you...
Uncle Larry'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Progress Is the Concept That Inspires Ideas
To move forward,
In thought.
Or in actual movement.
Means exactly that!
Not to discuss it,
As if to do so will get it done.
To move forward takes applied effort.
If a repeated situation,
Does not get resolved.
Because there is something,
In one's consciousness that blocks this.
Moving forward is not going to be accomplished.
To make noticeable progress.
And progress is the concept that inspires ideas.
Rarely, if ever...
Does enlightenment stirs or occurs,
To one 'enhanced' by the driven excitement of stagnation.
Unless this has been determined as a fresh activity.
And for a very few,
This may be a possibility.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Relive A Past That Delights
With a sweetened presentation,
And the use of dimmed colorized lights.
Appetizers to appeal and nostalgia to invite,
A sense to relive a past that delights...
Would soothe those who get easily upset,
By these times that move forward...
Many now live with a facing of much regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Healing Has Its Sacrifices
Aching from pain hurts.
To numb and release from the origin...
Isn't easily done.
Not for the one,
Trying to find a solution...
To overcome from the affects.
Since the stinging of it seems to sit.
A direct weakness,
Clinches on as if bitten...
By sharp sinking teeth.
To free from this is a wish.
And it takes time!
Until the mind decides...
Either to harden or forgive.
To be frequently revisited,
By the appearance of embitterness.
At the expense of someone innocent.
Or...
One can choose to let go!
Of any feelings ever felt.
And to do one's best,
To forget ever having them!
Disconnecting to regret nothing.
In a recovery one justifies.
Healing has its sacrifices.
And life without sorrows to relive...
Is a gift when it comes.
To deliver happiness again.
With a choice one makes that remains.
Regardless of the circumstances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond the present
It took forever to spend the last few years
I wanted to take life beyond, to the future
But now as i head towards fate, I have a fear
What if its not what i see?
Now i regret, now if i could relieve the gone moments
The ones i spent in planning this day
But now m fed up of this planning and think
Is it even gonna be that way?
I'm tired of thinking got no zeal to act
Enjoy life as it comes, now tis a proven fact
I know why i wanna go back
M scared of the future
And i dnt have memories to rejuvenate my soul
And no close mates to share life with
well, i can't look back as time has pushed me to the brink
the ocean's out there, here i am, ready to sink
Just a few years n future will show its face
I have been imagining a world of my own
any way I'll have to move on
but now i still do wish......
life.......either take me fast to the future end
or back...........so i relive my past.......
poem by Pooja Ladyluck
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The Choice Would Seem to Be Easy
As the Sun rises on the horizon,
To lift new beginnings...
And clearing paths walked,
Along a journey stalked by distractions.
Will visions accept a guide assigned to lead them?
One they were not told or prepared...
Would appear before them,
With darken skin and kinky hair?
One who did not smile...
But offered a truth they had not heard in a while.
Or would they turn their backs,
And declare a wish for darkness?
To immerse themselves in further attacks.
Since they had grown accustomed...
To those who tormented them,
With such acts.
And sought for them prolonged despair.
The choice would seem to be easy...
However,
An experience in gloom...
Some considered more appropriate.
Than following someone,
Who promises a dawn...
Clearly showing proof,
They should move forward.
Move on!
But some will choose to sit in dismay...
Since the appearance of 'light'
Affects their lack of having insight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Try It
This news may come as upsetting to you,
But
I have a recommendation,
That should do wonders in advancing...
Your forward movements.
And please
Don't be offended.
That's not my intentions.
It took me a while to discover this.
That's why I share my own experience,
With you.
If you notice...
When you move your left foot,
You are also trying to move your right foot...
At the same time?
Try moving them one at a time.
And I am willing to bet...
You will get to your destination much quicker.
Try it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The New Year Arrives
I hate to leave you.
Like the ones I've done before.
Uncertain if my best was applied.
Unsure if I could have done more.
Perhaps that had been blocked by denial?
Who knows?
Or maybe a pride I kept inside?
And that continues to grow!
More of 'that' needs to surface and show!
Of 'that' without question I know!
However...
I do express a thankfulness.
Knowing together nothing we did bored.
And I look forward to the 'new year' that arrives...
Intending to show I've been taught,
All doubts aside...
My life is to be explored!
Why should I keep hidden,
An excitement felt inside?
And opportunities to be happy and grateful?
I will never sit and wait...
Contemplating a knock,
To deliver 'that' to my door!
Not anymore.
Nor will it be left ignored,
Again!
And that is a promise to myself,
When the new year arrives...
And for me begins!
'Hello...
Am I ready?
Of course I'm ready.
I've been ready!
You're the one that's late!
Two thousand and eight.
We have much to discuss...
Regarding what's to be served on my plate.
And how I wish to be treated throughout this date!
Shall we proceed?
To fulfill my dreams, wishes, wants and needs?
I'll 'try' not to be too greedy with these!
I've learned from my past...
Not to be afraid to ask! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To The Greats
To my great nephew.
And wonderful great nieces.
You all are tremendous.
I love you to pieces.
Kevin Lawrence,
I already see in you...
Your stubbornness.
And unchanging attitude.
Oh, I see me in you I do.
God bless your mother Shayla.
And your daddy Kevin too.
Along with your sister Kamara...
Accomplishments you will pursue.
T'Ana, Allanah and Shi'An...
Three strong willed women,
Who take control and command.
Your parents Rhonda and Landry...
Have been mesmerized by your skills.
Your graciousness and talents,
Captivate and thrill.
And as your great uncle,
I just want you to know...
So proud I am of all of you,
As I observe you blooming to grow.
Evolving into adults you are.
With love and wisdom you bestow.
Never let that go!
Dedicated:
To my wonderful 'greats'.
Love you, Uncle Larry.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Need For Me To Discuss A Love
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not share with me,
Other than a physical need...
Now and then expressed,
When you believe...
The only quality I have,
Is to provide and satisfy...
With a leaving you with that interest fed.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To be in a relationship with someone...
Who shares with others there most hidden secrets.
And from me they keep this discreet.
How shallow do you believe I am?
To sleep in total nakedness,
With someone who disrespects my devotion and loyalty...
To openly share with others,
Those things that are no one else's business.
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
If you can not talk to me,
About those feeling that deeply affect you...
There is no need for me to discuss a love.
However...
I do find an increasing need,
To express my disgust you feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Uncle Gay
I can not say in a way,
That would for anyone be understood.
But I have an uncle named Gayhall,
Who stands for me very tall.
A minister he is,
With a wife Pamela and two adorable kids.
Well...
They are no longer 'kids'.
Two beautiful women I 'should' say.
Nicole and Tiffany...
Each with a uniqueness,
Anyone can see.
Although my Uncle Gay,
Has been sick of late.
I hate the fact that he's like that.
But what can I do,
Besides pray from my Uncle Gay?
I 'see' him getting better,
Each day as I 'visualize'.
I want his health to return to him.
Because he is very special,
In my eyes.
I love my aunts and uncles...
As 'if' they were mine!
And...
Hey,
They are 'mine'!
Well...
Let me define what it is I want God to do!
'God,
I know for a fact...
You are with me all the time!
But...
Will You heal my Uncle Gay?
Right 'now'!
And...
Today! '
Dedicated to:
My Uncle Reverand Gayhall Pertillar.
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
'Love you, Uncle Gay...
Pam and 'kids'.'
Nephew Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Timelessness Spent in Shared Regret
If I thought any part of yesterday I lived,
Had existing benefits for me...
I'd be still there living in it.
Like many nonbelieving,
Time without their participation...
Continues to move on.
And does so to leave those,
Doing exactly what they please.
And the ones who chose not to grow...
With a hope that their grasp,
On times they would like to keep unchanged...
Will convince others,
Who are equally blessed with immaturity!
Have only one thing to look forward to.
The guaranteed benefits of expressing,
A timelessness spent in shared regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '
And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Who Chooses to Focus
It hurts.
Feeling deserted.
Yet with a mind that continues to grow.
And no one around to expose this experience.
It hurts.
To understand and comprehend what others do not.
To feel as if a patience kept many have long stopped.
To see and witness confusion connected to lack of thought...
Is no fun when emotions are caught in sensitivity.
It hurts.
When this is focused!
But then again...
One who chooses to focus,
Can also make the choice to unfocus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Need In Me
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From shadows,
And dark places.
I've got to move...
From despairing melodies,
That keep me in such solitude...
And,
Deep dark gloomy moods!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
To open all closed windows.
And,
I've got to move...
More than two steps away from doors.
Closed within I've been.
And I've got to...
Leave behind memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me.
I've got to move.
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother Africa
Move, move, move!
Academic and academicians;
Where are you to move Mother Africa forward?
Think, think, think!
Illitrates and literates;
Where are you to double up the pace?
Look at the mother hen and think twice;
It shelters its chicken in times of danger! !
Where are you to move things forward?
Where are you to move Africa forward?
Where are the prophets?
Where are you to move things upfront?
Yes, the better ones have come and gone.
They came telling us the truth;
But, what do we see nowadays?
Now, where lise the future of Mother Africa? ! !
Look at the mother hen and think twice.
Mother Africa, move forward;
Move upfront to put the world in shape.
Academic and academicians,
Illitrates and literates,
Think big for Mother Africa! !
Move Africa into a better position on this globe.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With Hopes of Romanticizing a Condition
They have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They've become identified with it.
And that is wished to be bestowed.
They dig through archives,
Seeking that which worked.
Something from the past...
They believe is everlasting.
Something done by someone then,
To bring their current frustrations to an end.
With hopes of romanticizing a condition...
That will lift them out of the doldrums they are in!
Complete with nostalgic delusions.
But they have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They want someone with experience,
To show them the way.
And has it not been those with experience...
That has led them to despair?
Although they wish another point of view...
They want to chose one that will keep them there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stranger On The Shore Of Love
The curtain goes up
The first act begins
The scene is two people in love
Lovely is she, lucky feels he
She smiles in his eyes
He smiles in her eyes
They both vow love never to part
One sight for all, lovers to see
A perfect love story begins
til insecurity sets in
What happens then is, one aching heart
Oh, I dont wanna be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a broken heart
I can tell you that I dont wanna be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a broken heart
A table for two
Love vows of I do
A honeymoon out of a dream
Who could ask for, anything more
A home on a hill
With love daffodils
And cold winter nights by the fire
What more could be, for she and he
Theres more than enough love and yet
She or he starts feeling regret
What do you get, one broken heart
Oh, I dont wanna be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a broken heart
I can tell you from experience I dont wanna be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a broken heart
I dont wanna be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a-a-a-oh, oh, oh
Oh, I dont wanna be, please dont let me be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a broken heart, na, na, na, na, na
I dont wanna be no, dont let me be no
No, no, no with tears
I dont wanna have an upset stomach from a broken heart, baby
I dont wanna be
No stranger on the shore of love with tears
And a broken heart
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