Exuberance
When I feel and know it,
Only then will it exist.
A happiness felt and within me shown...
With an exuberance I can't resist.
Some wish for objects,
To shine with a light that bright.
Something to feed someone else's appetite.
But I have prayed all my life,
To express and highlight...
How wonderful my life is now.
How wonderful it is to be blessed with it.
When I feel and know it,
Only then will it exist.
A happiness felt and within me shown...
With an exuberance I can't resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does Happiness Exist?
Is happiness a myth or does it
really exist.
If it exist why are so many people
unhappy in this world.
Why do many feel so much pain
if it's really there.
Happiness is something so small
that is wanted so much.
Everyone looks for that moment
of happiness but so many never
receive it.
Does it exist?
poem by Tracey Wynn
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Inside my happiness...
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
Inside my happiness, the colors are so bright and vivid and I am able to see everything clearly.
Inside my happiness, there were no dark times because in my happiness the sun always shines.
Inside my happiness, there is no pain, there is no fear and there certainly is no doubt.
Inside my happiness, we all live as one and there is peace for all beings.
Inside my happiness, there is God and he has planned all of this for me.
Inside my happiness, addiction never happend.
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows and no tears for the hurt doesnt exist.
Inside my happiness, there is you, and you are everything.
Inside my happiness, there is a woman who is ready for life.
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
poem by Amber Swiney
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Land of Golden Sunshine.
Behind the mountains,
Is a wonderful world of thy,
Full of light, life
And golden sunshine.
The sun rises from east,
And make my life bright,
Behind the mountains is where,
The golden sun lives,
With golden sunshine.
A part of world,
That is so wonderful,
So nice,
Is the world where golden sun shine.
Behind the mountains of dream,
Is a gateway.
For a wonderful living and life,
A place form where the sun rise.
A place of happiness,
A place of life.
The land of golden sun shine.
poem by Anurag Kumar
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Live as it is
Heaven and hell we make
Bitterness or sweetness we take
We must love live with peace
Life can be then at ease
It has uncertainty factor
As it happens in any sector
We are here only stage actor
Believe and have faith in creator
Why do we define unknown objects?
Carry impression in life and reject
Simply fear for their unknown consequences
In reality nothing as such existed at once
We are strangers to life and still exist
Even objects of non-life don’t resist
They are sure of their existence
We make it more complicated and lay insistence
Joy for a while and leave the worry
Life may have to be packed in hurry
No time will be spared for second
Like dead fish if taken out from pond
Live with happiness as it is offered to you
You have nothing else to think or prove
It may take you along whether willing or unwilling
Then why not you accept the facts and take it smiling
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happiness defined.
Happiness is the feeling good,
A state where worry is absent.
Happiness is much sought after.
Happiness is the life's purpose.
To feed the senses gives happiness.
To feed ego gives happiness.
To spend libido gives happiness.
To feel safe also is happiness.
Let them come without prejudice
To the interest of others.
Discard such happiness that fails
In the conscience clearance.
Happiness that would accrue from
Showing mercy, giving pardon
And doing voluntary helps
Is higher as comes from goodwill.
23.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Good Question
Of what does happiness consist?
Merely a feeling of content
is it enough to just exist?
Is it just a sometime thing?
Which we experience now and then
that stirs our hearts so they must sing.
If we don’t know the opposite
how can we know that we are glad?
I think it only apposite.
We meditate and celebrate
all the emotions we can feel.
So we with confidence can state.
Today I am not sad but glad
to be who and where I am.
All in all life’s not too bad.
Sadness balances happiness
as sure as day must follow night.
This truth I feel I must express.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Inside my happiness
Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me
Inside my happiness, the colours are
So bright and vivid and i am able
To see everything clearly
Inside my happiness, there was no
Dark times because in my happiness
The sun always shines
Inside my happiness, there is no
Pain, there is no fear
And there is certainly no doubt
Inside my happiness, we all live as
One and there is peace
For all beings
Inside my happiness, addiction never happened
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows
And no tears, so the hurt doesn’t exist
Inside my happiness, there is god
And he planned all this for me
Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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I Want to Exist- Mary's Story
Answer me this;
riddle me that;
enigma-surrounded
I retreat,
to the isolated and the cruel snide
for solace
against you and others
who
think this is a debate,
or argument,
when for me
it is about
whether I exist.
No, gentlemen,
ladies we engage here
not in idle gossip wars
for me this is more serious
and masks,
despite my telling my self
it is less than that,
in fact,
for me
mental survival is at stake here;
all the more so
when I see it is not that way for thee;
it makes me feel smaller still
that you can play with life
indeed, even in this conversation;
as if for you
nothing is a stake;
oblivious to,
that for me,
all is at risk;
the half-healed wound
stabbed again.
There is no quarter here
asked for
or given;
you must die metaphorically
for me
to have just one moment
to exist;
as I resist
illogically
to save myself.
All this
I know
sounds crazy;
through all this
I am aware
that none of it makes sense;
But if I had control
I would resist.
But the point is
I don't
and I can't
and I must save
not only myself
but all the others too
to avoid the mental obituary
that life
seeks to write for me and them
every day, each day, in every situation.
They are playing for the joy of the game;
I am playing for the right to exist.
Crazy?
I know.
I don't know what is wrong with them.
Why can't they see
what they are doing to me?
Why are they so out of touch
with reality?
Tell me who is the crazy one?
Why is my reality
the crazy one?
This rule makes no sense.
It is
well
crazy
to deny me
what I need to exist-
which is
after all
the need to
maintain my dignity
in the face of the
brutal facts of my life;
I really don't matter; ,
no special talents
one among a mass
average-
when
everyone says
I should be special
in some way
but
in fact I know I am not-
I am average,
barely
having
a rationale to exist.
There it is.
So does this all mean
I have no value?
No, I exist.
There is the problem:
people treat me
at though
I don't.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Door To My Happiness
You are the only one who holds the key to opening the door to my happiness. Each time you unlock my door, you make me come alive and make one exist in time. One precious turn of a key and you make me feel what it is to be happy and to be at peace with myself. On every level you know how to get to the heart of my happiness. Your unselfish ways to make me loved and understood are sometimes more than I can bear, as I have never known this kind of happiness ever before.
What can I say that will ever let you know how happy you make me feel? What word, which phrase will let you know that without you in my life, I would never know what true happiness could ever be? It is not enough to share this happiness, it has to be cherished with a guilty pleasure.
You bring the best out of me every time you unlock the door to my happiness. Colors swirl about me: bright yellows, greens, and oranges...music and song fill within my heart and soul...knowing you are the only one who can unlock the door to my happiness.
poem by Midnight Bones
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Today... 'Wonderful
You are the Altogether Lovely One
so wonderful beyond all description.
Standing tall and unique amongst all men
the Son of God Who came down from heaven.
Lord You have shown amazing love to me
when You lay down Your life to set me free.
Love to the lost and loveless You have shown
the most wonderful person I have known.
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Spirit Guides
Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.
No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.
Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.
No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.
And as my daily affirmation,
I acknowledge my destination...
With you near,
Has brighter light.
In my mind your presence has been cleared.
No struggles do I endear,
With you here.
With you near.
Spirit Guides assigned to my life...
My eyesight 'sees',
But does not invite nor is chased by fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Unforgiven
New blood joins this earth
and quikly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules
with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven
they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub the unforgiven
you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven
song performed by by Metallica from Metallica
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If Pride Was Felt Inside To Feel
If pride was felt inside to feel it...
It would be shown.
And to all would be known.
If pride was felt with intent and integrity,
Few would be envious.
And who would then express jealousy.
But pride and identity,
Is as distant as an orphan...
Seeking purpose and a home,
Alone.
To roam.
Feeling disconnected.
Leaving one who travels...
Wishing this corrected.
If pride was felt inside to feel it...
It would be shown.
And to all would be known.
But...
One who travels,
Wishing to connect...
Feels as distant as an orphan,
Alone.
To roam!
And...
Feeling disconnected.
Hoping one day,
Pride will be displayed and known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed With Charm
I wished her to be blessed with charm
As she had chosen me forever with warmth
There was no other happiness than this occasion
I was moved with great attachment and compassion
As life moves on with great speed
We are blinded by lust and greed
We forget to take into account and don't heed
As if it is unnecessary and without any need
Where is the time to think about all this at any stage?
When life moves on with the speed of jet age
Relation, attachment, joy and everything is left behind
One little break in life and they are required to be found
'I am dying of a wish' and it must be fulfilled
Wife told with deep anguish and pain but smiled
I got the pulse of thought and looked at her face
How could she be feeling in this worldly race?
I was suddenly brought to live world
Everything was pushed to as if to cold
I got worried for the moment and thought
She is right in her assertion and timely sought
Now I was my turn to cry loud and worry
As I had discharged my obligation but still felt sorry
Was it not the little displeasure from almighty?
To keep me childless and later on feel pity
I am still religious person and believe
In all good deeds and honestly strive
For whatever I can have in running the life
She has too stayed with me as wonderful life
I brushed aside certain ideas and again got back to normal
Left to fate and waited for news with soft dismissal
'Luck may smile any time' I consoled self and prayed
I felt bad and dejected but not at all dismayed
'You may soon be dad' she whispered
Came close to heart and murmured
You have been blessed with news
Think of bright morning and don't forget to look dews
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Wonderful
How wonderful life can be
How happy is another day
All you know is all you feel
Till its passed you by
How wonderful life can be
How come you walked this way?
All you know is all you feel
Sometimes it makes me cry
The kids are in the street
The sun is in the sky
Im still their old fool
Theyre the apple of my eye
The dog barks at the gate
The rain pretends to fall
Im still in love with you
The fears not there at all
How wonderful life can be how happy is another day
All you know is all you feel
Until its passed you by
How wonderful life can be
How come you walked this way?
All you know is all you hear
Sometimes it makes me cry
The colors of the season
Changing day by day
The leaves already falling
A cold wins on its way
And how I have a reason
To settle back and say
How wonderful lifes become
Just living with the ones I love.
song performed by by Paul Carrack
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I Owe Who I Am to You
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To experience seasons,
With changes that exist.
In an acceptance,
Of Your offerings...
That come and go,
To be as is.
And to be able to express this...
In a completedness,
I do not resist.
With an acknowledgement,
My life on Earth without You...
Would leave me less blessed,
And prehaps without gifts.
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To lead me to learn and to grow.
Knowing I owe who I am to You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Let Fatigue That Bled Defeating Go
Too bad...
Life is not as easy,
As a grab bag!
With selections to detect
What makes one glad.
Giving choices much more than ones they've ever had!
To really please an urging teased and shown.
So sad...
Those that make less fuss,
Are often in 'rehab'.
Recovering from suffering
Downfalls from a past.
And now this quickness to fix
Has been much slowed.
They let fatigue that bled defeating go!
Too bad...
Life is not as easy,
As a grab bag!
With selections to detect
What makes one glad.
Giving choices much more than ones they've ever had!
To really please an urging teased and shown.
They let fatigue that bled their bleeding,
Cease to show!
Although this still exist...
They know they can resist and choose to grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Detriment To A Kept And Worshipped Evil
A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Leaves one to identify darkness,
As the only life there to share.
And unfortunate is the mind,
Stuck and transfixed...
On a daily search that seeks,
This to sow and this to reap as fit.
A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Has accepted limitation.
With just wickedness to spare instead.
Options of alternatives...
Does not exist,
Inside this kind of head that dreads.
And one with a consciousness like this,
Is deeply troubled.
And has been convinced,
Any sign of happiness felt or by others shown...
Is a detriment to a kept and worshipped evil,
One wishes to spread and see condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idiot
So I was an idiot
I was a goddamn idiot
Because I came here so violent
Because I came around here so violent
I said yes I was an idiot
I was a goddamn idiot
Because I made you think for it
Because I came round here to think for it
And sing it
Its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Never felt so alive
Its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Never felt so alive
My love, my love, where have you been?
My love, my love, where did you go?
My love, my love, what have you seen?
My love, youre such an idiot
Like an idiot
I run around like a chicken with its head cut off
Like an idiot
I run around like a chicken with its head cut off
Like an idiot
I run around like a chicken with its head cut off
Like an idiot
I was an idiot
I fell down like a goddamn idiot
Because I came here to bring them down
Because I came round here to fight them down
I said yes I felt like an idiot
I was a goddamn idiot
Sing it
Its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Never felt so alive
Its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Never felt so alive
My love, my love, where have you been?
My love, my love, where did you go?
My love, my love, what have you seen?
My love, youre such an idiot
Like an idiot
I run around like a chicken with its head cut off
Like an idiot
I run around like a chicken with its head cut off
Like an idiot
I run around like a chicken with its head cut off
Like an idiot
Listen now, its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Its a wonderful life
Never felt so alive
Never felt so alive
Its a wonderful life -acapo
song performed by by Coldplay
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This Dance
The wind blew through the trees like laughter come un-done,
You picked me up and brought me out into the blazing sun.
I felt the heat and began to dance to express that I felt free,
You followed me and kept the beat with your hands and then joined me.
We danced far into the night even though the wind chilled us so,
It soon became clear to me that what I saw in you touched my soul.
I peered into your deepening eyes and felt like I was in a trance,
I then felt that I'd fallen in love and I did not want to stop this dance.
This dance, this wonderful dance, this wonderful spirit lifting dance.....
(6/10/08)
poem by Allison Hankins
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