Familiar and Reliable
Preferences enjoyed...
Does not make one less or better than the rest.
Something received, shared and expressed,
Are desires that best suit
Comforts of those who choose to satisfy tastes,
Familiar and reliable without thoughts to test...
Or digest in complexed explanations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let me realize I really love you
I really do not know
Whether I love you
You did many things for me
For so many years now
And are still keen to do
I really do not know
Whether I love you
You came in my life
As my loving wife
But how soon you turned
Out to be my mother
Caring me as a
Mother to a child
I really do not know
Whether I love you
You carved your tastes
To suit mine
While my tastes
Remained in tact
You dressed to please me
You sported smiles
To declare your comfort
Even at my rash approaches
I really do not know
Whether I love you
You enjoyed my joys
You shared my cries
You bore my kids
And helped them shape
And glow with justful thoughts
You sacrificed a lot
In holding us together
In well-knit and well-meant bond
I really do not know
Whether I love you
Let me mend my ways
Let me train my thoughts
Let me discipline myself
And let me realize
I really love you
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Down Low
I've heard it said...
Those down low,
Do it slow in bed!
They want to keep
Discreet yet sneaky.
And I can't defend...
That kind of sense,
That makes none in the end!
Well...
That 'end' is a beginning,
For them!
Dudes say they are down low,
When sharing with like minds.
Just to satisfy desires...
They themselves can not define!
And choose to keep these thoughts,
More kept within!
And felt it better unexpressed,
If not mentioned and left behind!
And women do the same...
But they refrain from giving it a name!
Lesbian, gay or homo doers...
When it is done,
It is plain...
No one is blamed!
And a game played unseen...
Shouldn't make one feel ashamed!
Yet it has to be admitted...
Acts of love are done!
Look around...
They don't have to be claimed!
For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is a fact that is known.
It doesn't have to be publicly shown.
As long as what is shared...
Is between those who expose they care!
Whether down low,
Above...
Or any and everywhere!
For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is done protectively...
And out of sight of those who oppose,
How others live the lives they choose,
To live as 'they' do and chose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Being Shared
What is being shared with you today...
May have nothing at all to do with yesterday.
Or a re-creation of those thoughts
That crossed our minds.
And it's okay...
If we choose to let them fade away!
What is being shared with you today...
Has a 'now-ness' about it!
Attached to a feeling,
You can feedback instantly!
There is no request for a thought process.
There is nothing confessed between us,
Life threatening.
Or sitting between peril,
And a miraged oasis in a desert!
What is being shared with you today...
And enjoyed,
Is conversation!
We are communicating using it!
AND...
Making eye contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run To The ONE Who Comforts
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
And with the ONE close you can bet,
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Who it is you know,
To recommend and suggest...
What it is that you should do,
When the ONE who does it best...
To,
Comfort.
And take that weight off your chest.
And...
Comfort.
To put your mind at rest.
And...
Comfort.
To eliminate those tests...
Others want you to go through,
To keep your life in a wrecked mess.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
And...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
No 'other' can do this best.
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
And put your mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything That 'Is' Has Its Limits
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to grow,
Around many who fear the doing of it.
While they choose to sit and reminisce,
The times they miss and wish to revisit.
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to witness,
Seasons come and go.
But everything that 'is' has its limits.
No matter who denies that this is so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digestive Darkness And Light
life is a mixture of light, darkness and truth
but are you digested on them?
digest what you see
digest what you feel
digest what you smell
digest what you touch
digest what you eat
digest what you think
digest what you speak
and you will be a truth by yoursekf
but but but but but but but but but
NEVER DIGEST YOUR DREAM
Thinking I Was There to be The Only One!
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But they were not demonstrative.
And no one ever strayed...
To betray what they had together.
Who gave what and why is the question.
And who learned what lesson from this?
'You all are being too delusional'.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Mixed with preferences that are dated and timed.
These are new visions on the horizon,
Of my sunset?
And I'm a one on one kind!
With prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
At the same time?
'Poppa don't arch his back for that! '
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But for him.
Not for the whims she dared to expose.
I never thought I would think of her,
As a cheap 'ho'!
And There I stood.
Hiding in the bushes while another man,
Made her squeal louder than I could.
Louder than a man's man can.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Thinking I was there to be the only one!
Thinking no one like me could do her.
'And then...
Like a miracle,
You found your ass awakened!
Right? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proclaiming Preferences
Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?
One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!
They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.
It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.
Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.
Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.
'What's the matter?
You look upset.'
~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~
'Selected and picked?
For what? '
~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~
'What are they doing? '
~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~
'What are you talking about? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Given Batter Whipped
We all have our styles.
Tastes,
And approaches to life.
To rate them narrowly,
For the purposes to suit...
Choices of critics on pursuit,
To dilute...
The wide range of changing preferences,
Only scatters the patter.
Leaving it ultimately not to matter.
Eat it up,
Or give it up...
Or leave it alone.
A given batter whipped,
Has its own magic!
Eat it up,
Or give it up...
Or leave it alone.
A given batter whipped,
Has its own magic!
We all have our styles.
Tastes,
And approaches to life...
To appreciate or eliminate.
And...
A given batter whipped,
Has its own magic!
Eat it up,
Or give it up...
Or leave it alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Am I 'That'?
Am I 'that'?
That which has expressed my purpose?
Flaunted and yet,
Kept introspective.
Although touching with a respectfulness,
Impressing with an aggressiveness.
That is brought to birth,
Without pretensions to suspect.
For mindsets to collect and digest!
Am I 'that'?
That which has expressed my purpose?
Flaunted and yet,
Kept introspective.
But,
Exposed to those who choose to inspect.
From a diversed and eclectic selection.
To enjoy just a nibble...
Or disregard an effort released at my best!
I can not make every taste,
Unforgettable!
That I have yet to try!
Should I continue to let you decide,
I 'am' that!
Am I?
For you to say an arrival has been made?
Am I 'That'?
I've just begun another batch,
If you wish more!
I can not expect all my flavors to be savored.
Some are whipped to be delicious.
While a few may sit.
To do nothing with until I give them the attention,
They wish to get.
Perhaps they become the ones,
To attract when I'm done.
For you to say an arrival has been made?
Am I 'That'?
I can start another batch,
If you wish more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With You Not In My Mind
Whatever it is that is perceived of me,
With or without my decision made for preferences...
To change daily my appearance if I wish.
And this truth I speak you can believe,
With a betting to place at any casino!
If I choose to paint butterfly wings on my bare ass...
The doing of it has been a yearning to do it.
And the action well deserved as I deem it to be,
EARNED!
With you not in my mind to think about to consult.
Trust me.
I will not be condemned to satisfy limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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LIVE For the Sheer Enjoyment Of It
If you wish to surround yourself,
With something that benefits.
Remove yourself from a stagnant environment...
One proclaimed that has exhausted a usefulness.
And learn to live more appreciative,
Of 'all' that is connected to allow an experience.
To prejudge and evaluate what appears to be,
A completed portait of a depiction limited.
On a canvas much too vast and complexed,
To digest and satisfy those who decide...
Research and adventure does not provide,
An unending wealth of revelation...
Can make one physically and mentally sick.
That's if...
One wishes to surround oneself,
With something that benefits,
An habitual repetitiveness.
Like a refilling of a 'needed'
Medical prescription.
One is made to become convinced...
Living with addictions makes more sense.
Do this...
And little time is spent in the frowning of lips!
LIVE for the sheer enjoyment of it.
That's IF...
You wish to surround yourself,
With something that benefits a smile recognized...
On a face that has been missing it!
And leave those with a 'woe-is-me-factor' alone.
What makes you feel you must condone this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Challenge
Something obsessed...
That has to be possessed.
And It can not be obtained too easily,
Or it will quickly be left like the rest!
It has to be tested
To ensure it's complex.
There has to be a struggle to get it...
Or it becomes a challenge,
Considered not the best one done
To test and satisfy as one can get!
These things are tricky to predict and forget!
But when a challenge comes...
And there's possible fun attached,
That's the one that traps!
And one enjoys!
Be about 'your' business...
And the challenge you choose,
Will be the one you can say you've won!
With no inner 'blues' to share with anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taunted By Fears of Loss
Taunted by fears of loss.
Inflicted to fidget and sit.
That may cost them dearly.
And set to protect,
With weapons and a mindset.
To bring upon them regret.
From actions that instill unrest,
That affects a global peace.
And once they release beliefs...
Comprehending their mortality,
Will no longer be thoughts expressed.
Nor a happiness received they get.
Since from an ignorance,
They choose to do what's best!
And that is self destruct!
For an end they view for them,
Is a must.
And the Earth prepares,
To eliminate its disrespecting inhabitants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promise Kept Between Lovers (Oct 5th,2003)
I remember the day when
we found ourselves together
we delighted in our thoughts
we cherished the time together
we were alone in the moment
we were apart from everything going on around us
for but only those moments shared
we were ourselves
we were not some cold
heartless indestructible uncaring team
we felt love caring pain, emotion together
we knew each other in every way
we shared everything openly
At first we were different and were what they
thought we were
it was how we were that brought us together
but how we became that kept us together
The complications of everything happening
around us including our roles in it brought us apart
Like then, I choose to not bring
everything going on around us in
to taint our time spent together
I know not how you choose to remember things
but I choose to never forget
and to keep my promise
that we made to one another
I remember the day..
poem by Nicholas McDonough
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No one's thoughts are eternal.
Fools don't digest the thoughts of the wise
As the wise can't digest the fools' thoughts.
Thoughts of the might are meekly followed
To be withdrawn with the might overthrown.
23.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Vindictivity-Revisited
Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!
Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!
Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.
Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.
Split from and witnessed,
Are rolling eyes casting glares.
As if these postures...
Warrant the welcome of such childish affairs.
Free from dares,
Are those who choose to live...
Beyond such traps,
That feed those breeding negativity that's shared!
Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!
Vindictivity-revisited in excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose what they do!
Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!
Vindictivity-revisited...
In repeated excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose,
Lives lived as they do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Should I Set Myself To Limits?
I've revealed so much of me.
Some of it seems fantasy.
And as a writer,
I've always sought the truth.
With the keeping of content,
Honestly pursued.
And there are some experiences,
I have had to yet expose.
There are 'some' things I will not reveal...
Even though some mouths will open,
To never again be closed.
I've known there has been an aspect of my life,
That will highlight my creative abilities.
And because of that I am not uptight.
I know there will be those who will impose their beliefs.
That is why I've chosen to uncover...
This side of my life with no regrets to keep discreet.
'What about your 'sexuality, Lawrence? '
Sometimes I like it.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes sex bores.
And other times it wont.
And at my age preferences get old.
I've known the heat of passion.
And I've known some shoulders,
That were frozen cold.
Sex is sex.
I don't regard it as something I do best.
And today people lay with whomever they choose.
And 'if' I am to knock boots...
My sexuality will not be abused.
Hey,
What can I say?
Whatever is controversial,
I will test that too!
'So what are you saying?
You are also gay? '
If it's in the mix...
Why should I set myself to limits?
What sex is a tree?
I can be seen hugging them all the time.
And yet,
Not one of them...
Has confessed to having preferences.
And have accepted my presence,
Without trying to pry to see what's in my mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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