Exudes An Oozing Flaunted Pulchritude
Seeking a familiarity,
That comforts a nervousness?
Seeking to be gratified by a confirmation...
That allows for a polishing of pride,
And a strut that exudes an oozing flaunted pulchritude?
I do too!
But unlike you,
My attempts have always met with contempt.
They call what you do 'strength'.
Of course my identical movements are called arrogance.
Either way...
I just want it known that the 'air' I embrace feels great!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Membership
How deeply fixed are your transgressions?
Is that slide you took,
Looking to hold onto a lifestyle of possessions...
Impressing enough?
Have you come close to confessing,
Just how low you will go?
Before your bittersweet taste to maintain a waste,
Of things begin to slow the urge...
To splurge more on common sense?
If it has not been completely shattered!
How deeply fixed are your transgressions?
Remember that pride you once flaunted?
You are close to seeking to pawn it.
For a few dollars...
And a pain no longer seeking to be convinced.
A dignity and pride has gone!
And you had been the one,
To pass judgements on others!
Feeling gossip was a delight...
To help you brighten all of your 'tomorrows'.
You felt so right and privileged.
It showed on your moistened lips.
However...
A despair you feel severely now...
Comes to dampen your 'Gucci'-ed steps!
Your ego is soaking wet!
And your pulchritude has found regret.
An upsetting remorse has come to visit.
You witness it...
Unload an unexpected baggage full of issues.
Don't fret!
Join the club.
A free membership dismisses segregation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conducting Business
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Not true said one wise who tried to enlighten them.
And because wisdom like this was accessible,
Attempts to share it...
Was thought to be from one,
Ego driven.
And of course familiarity breeds contempt.
So in one ear and out the other...
What was shared,
In the air it went!
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Although these folks still believe,
Simply having talents will bring them notoriety.
Being able to market and package one's craft...
Guarantees an attention one day comes to last.
And those sitting on the sidelines,
Laughing at the ones that get things done...
Learn too late,
How conducting a successful 'business'...
Eventually stands on its own legs to run!
Many do not get this.
They believe their bubbles blown...
Take flight if protected in plastic.
But if not shielded in titanium,
With no faith attached to them...
Drifting dreams will quickly burst.
To leave those without vision...
Discouraged,
Over and over and over again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lead Me On
Shoulder to the wheel
For someone elses selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the holy one.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Waiting for the train
Labelled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding
Whispers in the dark
Where are we going--is it very far?
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping, forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the lord.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Forfeiture
Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace
poem by John Bliven Morin
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Exclamation
!
'Is that it? '
Is what it?
'(!) ...That? '
The title of this poem is 'exclamation'
What did you expect?
A sharp or sudden utterance?
A vehement expression of protest or complaint?
I'm seeking something
That is oozing with profuse profundity.
And reeking with profligaticity...
As well as being profluent!
'OH?
I too am seeking something.'
Cool. What is that?
'Somewhere where I can 'throwuppity'
Your 'obnoxiousismonosis.'
Those are not 'words'.
'Yeah...
But they were vehemently expressed weren't they? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unknown color
I use the colors to recompose your image,
By enclosing and opening the space alternatively
With relevance and traceability....
I'm like a painter seeking her own color,
Or like an artist seeking her own voice,
Or like a philosopher seeking her own self...
Neither like nor unlike a white dream between ultraviolet and infrared,
Neither like nor unlike an ultrasound crystal between
Crystallized soprano and bass,
Or a pulsating line, and an upbeat dance groove,
Neither like nor unlike a fusion of individuality with being and God.
And you're there.
It's like you place yourself directly on top of the front of my sight.
And I can see you.
It's only me who can see you.
You're the color without any name.
You're my eternity..
And I defeat my dream as I defeat an illusion..
And I receive the reality of light...
I close my eyes and I feel its warmth..
I feel a shiver run up my spine.
And I feel the healing rays enlightening my spirit..
It's so peacefull and overgrown with trees,
Like a beautiful picture of woman and nature in harmony...
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Love Story(9) (Life Brightened By Many Husbands)
She is a 107-year-old woman.
4 years ago, she was married to her 22nd husband.
Now she feels so insecure
cos he might leave her for a new lover.
Now she is seeking her 23rd new man
though she is wrinkle-faced centenarian.
She holds the worlds' most married record
by tying and untying the marital knot.
Without a husband, she feels so forlorn
so seeking a new one never adjourned.
To Sacrifice
If you know what it is like to sacrifice,
With the rewards of the benefits to you received...
Why do you vocalize the doing of it with such contempt?
Are you seeking more of the acknowledgement?
And the sacrificing you claim to do,
Has yet to be noticed by others?
What is it that you sacrifice?
False pride, your self centered ego or both?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nervousness
Shyness and shame are close sisters.
Nervousness is their mother
Blush is the daughter of shyness.
The bride blushes seeing the groom.
One feels shy to face audience.
To be caught for lying is a shame.
Life manifests through nervousness.
Without nervousness one looks wood.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinning To Many Is A Frightening Premise
A familiarity may breed contempt.
And that encompasses,
A host of influences.
Having a familiarity,
May also include...
Some experiences achieved.
But an ignorance that breeds contempt,
Says a lot about one's limitations.
And the ease by which,
One who is thoughtless 'and' mindless too...
Can be programmed to self destruct.
Based on the feeding of fear alone.
And many people do,
Self destruct within minds stuck.
And fear to those ignorant,
Is as familiar to them...
As is their lack of knowledge.
Which also to them is treated like a sin.
And sinning to many like this,
Is a frightening premise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Arrogance Of Man
arrogance of man is a defect
what you see is what you get
they say pride comes before the fall
some can not see this at all
pride in accomplishments
pride in family
pride in self
are all good atributes
unless others are treated inferior
never looking beyond their exterior
we are all equal under gods eyes
and we all will one day die
be kind to one another
and not let arrogance
cause decay
it was never meant to be that way
poem by Giovanna Marie
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Nothing In the World (To Do With Me)
The room is smoky that's why I'm crying
It's been a long long day that's why I'm sighing
And there's nothing in the world to do with her
She goes her way and I go mine
Whatever she's seeking I know she'll find
Oh, but the music's sad that's why I'm drinking
If I seem a little quiet it's just because I'm thinking
And there's nothing in the world to do with her.
I'd like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free
But she has nothing, nothing in the world to do with me
I'd like to call her just to ask her how it feels to be free
But she has nothing, nothing in the world to do with me.
song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Margaret Ann Rich from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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With reference to other religions, the Church sees a great difference between them and herself. The other religions are expressions of the human soul seeking God, with some beautiful spiritual insights, but also not without errors. Christianity is rather God seeking humanity.
quote by Francis Arinze
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I Am Going to Throw My Arrogance Around
You may think this distasteful,
And I can care less.
But I am going to throw my arrogance around.
With a pulchritude that is peacocked.
Like a rooster doing goose steps.
And swimming like a swan,
On my own fresh water pond.
Why?
Because that's what I choose to do.
You?
Can take a hike or fly a kite!
Like I said...
I can care less.
I am going to throw my arrogance around.
And guess what?
Not even seek your approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stolen From The Sun
The light in our hearts,
Is stolen from the moon
Scarred thorough with the marks
Of failing attempts to woo
Seeking for love,
Rising again
Fleeing like a dove
Yet returning like a friend
Stolen from the sun
Our joyous days are
But for eternal light
You’ll have to seek far
Seeking that peace,
The bliss given to few
All the pain would cease,
Without me giving it to you
Stealing from the stars
Stealing their eternal light
Hiding our scars
Praying for what might
Praying for what might be
Praying for what we’ve sought to seek
The light in our hearts,
Is stolen like the moon
Scarred thorough with the marks
Of failed attempts to woo
poem by Timothy Weiermann
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Going to Have Fun
I am going to have fun.
Even if it is done at your expense.
I had been the one,
Seeking sense when there was none.
And feeling betrayed,
As I withessed thoughtlessness displayed.
Oh, I am going to have fun.
You can consider that activity,
One already welcomed!
Yes...
I am going to have fun.
Even if it is done at your expense.
I had been the one,
Seeking sense when there was none.
And in these days lived,
I do not expect any to come.
Call it what you wish.
But I don't dish out negativity.
Nor do I accept it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Could I Go But To The Lord
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptations call
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Neighbors are fun I love them everyone
We get along in sweet accord
But when I pass the chilling hand of death
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so well
Comfort I get from gods own word
But when my soul needs manna from above
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go to the lord
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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We so Great
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
seeking him
in the moon,
in the star,
in the sun
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
seeking him
till the ends
of the universe
in ourselves,
in friends and foes
in the almighty,
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
some do it right
some do it half right
some just plain all wrong -
not an echo of themselves
we so great
we all want
to be somebody
despite all the odds
the rights learn
from half rights
and the wrongs learn
from all wrongs
we so great
we get the world going
with all the rights
wrongs, half rights
and half wrongs
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I take great pride in having been able to overcome the Asian financial crisis and seeking the opportunities available to bring about an unprecedented growth in the economy.
quote by Zhu Rongji
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