Finished I'm Not
I may now and then,
Step away for a minute.
To replenish my energy.
And to keep it from being diminished.
To consider myself finished,
Would be foolish to admit.
When so much I have not tapped,
To think to declare I have nothing there,
To give right back!
There's more!
And finished I'm not.
I am far from depleted...
Or diminished to stop.
I may now and then,
Step away for a minute,
To replenish my energy.
But to say its been diminished?
Diminished it's not!
There's more!
And finished I'm not.
I will not be depleted or diminished to stop!
I know,
There is more I've got!
I will not be depleted or diminished to stop!
To consider myself finished,
Would be foolish to admit.
When so much I have not tapped,
To think to declare I have nothing there,
To give right back!
There's more!
And finished I'm not.
I will not be depleted or diminished to stop!
I know,
There is more I've got!
I will not be depleted or diminished to stop!
There's more!
And finished I'm not.
I know,
There is more I've got!
There's more!
And finished I'm not.
I will not be depleted or diminished to stop!
I'll not be depleted or diminished to stop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminished
I watched you fall.
I think I pushed.
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe diminished
Maybe I'm innocent
Maybe I'm finished
Maybe I blacked out.
How do I play this?
I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
Is the jury wavering?
Do they know I sing?
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe diminished
How do I
song performed by by R.E.M. from Up
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Diminished
I watched you fall
I think I pushed
Maybe Im crazy
Maybe diminished
Maybe Im innocent
Maybe Im finished
Maybe I blacked out
How do I play this
I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anythig
Is the jury wavering
Do they know I sing
Maybe Im crazy
Maybe diminished
How do i
How do I play this
Jealous lover self defense
Protective brother chemical
Dependence
Ill consult the I ching
Ill consult the tv
Ouija oblique strategies
Ill consult the law books for
Precedents
Can I charm the jury
I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
Is the justice wavering
Does she know I sing
That song
Sing along
Sing along
Sing along
I will never hurt anything
I watched you fall
Maybe theyll see me
Maybe theyll say
I can see the truth in his statement
Smallpox blanket no way
Can I charm the jury my defense
Maybe Im crazy
Maybe Im diminished
Maybe I loved you
Baby I loved you
Baby I loved you
Baby I loved you
Baby Im finished
I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
Is the justice wavering
Does she know I sing
That song
Sing along
Sing along
Sing along
I will never hurt anything
I have given myself away
I have given my best today
I have never hurt anything
Is the justice wavering
Does she know I loved you
Does she know I loved you
Does she know I sing
song performed by by REM
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If I Should Stop Trying
If I should stop trying...
The value of my sweat and tears
Would diminished
And you wouldn't have a clue
How priceless
This gift of myself I give!
If I should stop trying...
To be better at what I do.
Not only for me,
But also for you too!
I want you to stay proud.
That's why I will not allow you to find me...
Hiding in self doubt,
Shaded by my own shadow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Heard Squawking
In the shadows they are
Seeking to use a fading power ignored.
They 'assume' they are not seen.
They are...
But no one cares any longer!
It is known they operate from behind the scenes.
And in times like these...
Their influence has diminished!
They are finished,
And yet...
They can be still heard squawking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminished
Diminished,
Pity,
Pretty,
Prey,
Satisfied! !
But, you are now surrounded with famine;
For, your ways are now crooked.
Ruin,
Repay,
Match,
Land,
Behold! !
According to your ways and according to your love;
For, the rod had now blossomed and,
Your pride has now budded!
And, you have been diminished in size.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Be Of No One's Advantage
A novelty.
A thing.
A commodity.
Something thought to be without feeling.
Used and discussed.
Disrespected for purpose and meaning.
Disregarded and quietly diminished.
Finished!
To be of no one's advantage as planned.
And as planned it is determined,
No one benefits.
Even those who manipulate the outcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Whatever It Is You Wish
What you are trying to save,
Has already diminished in quality.
Whatever it is you are hoping to gain,
Has lost from you any integrity.
It is not about a disrespect anymore.
Or any signs I await to see...
What is prioritized in your life,
You'd like for me to believe.
What you are trying to save,
Has already diminished in quality.
Whatever it is you are hoping to gain,
Has lost from you any integrity.
Do whatever it is you wish!
But you have already revealed...
You are without a consciousness,
Of my wellbeing.
Do whatever it is you wish.
You have validated a selfishness,
That will never again,
Receive a respect from me to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confined and Limited
As long as the affects
Would damage their ethnic heritage...
They were allowed,
To degrade and disrespect themselves.
In glorious decadence...
An intelligence dismisses.
For marketing and entertainment value.
Connecting temptation and lust...
With pride to maintain their ignorance.
Trusting in a deceptive acceptance!
They praised the spreading of their own craze!
And those that used them would pocket.
No one wished to stop it...
Since these images were worshipped as symbolic.
Like alcoholics on a binge...
They passed along these priorities onto their children.
For fortune and fame!
And certain prison cells to claim.
As if a graduation takes place.
Are these the freedoms their ancestors perceived?
To be flushed down the drain...
By the deceit and misdeeds of their masters!
As lessons learned to disgrace...
A race demoralized with identities defaced.
For all to find themselves...
Eventually,
In a socialistic bliss.
Confined and limited,
By a greed that defeats...
A consciousness diminished.
And depleted as is wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before Time Altered Them
They were full of sadness at their parting.
That wasn't what they themselves wanted: it was circumstances.
The need to earn a living forced one of them
to go far away—New York or Canada.
The love they felt wasn't, of course, what it once had been;
the attraction between them had gradually diminished,
the attraction had diminished a great deal.
But to be separated, that wasn't what they themselves wanted.
It was circumstances. Or maybe Fate
appeared as an artist and parted them now,
before their feeling died out completely, before Time altered them:
the one seeming to remain for the other always what he was,
the exquisite young man of twenty-four.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Feared Drill
I don't want to even, go there
A hole in my tooth
The drill, I'll always fear
Stick that needle of novacaine, right here
The wretched, screeching, burning
Fill that hole quickly, Doc
So I need not come back here
It's not that I don't like you
The secretary and your assistants are fine
As you can see
My teeth are all in line
I'm still frightened, whoa is me
Squirming in that reclining chair
Beam of light in my eyes
I hope you truly do care
That's it!
I'm through, no more cavity
My time here diminished
Oh! the whitening, fresh breath, clean teeth
I'm finally finished
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Ratting on the ratings
They've been at
my stats!
it's taken them weeks,
the stupid geeks
I've gone from nine or ten
back then
to average four
or not much more
they haven't finished... so it seems...
do I feel diminished? In your dreams!
like a melting, sad poetic snowman?
the answer's a belting, glad, oh no, man!
doing all those hits
must be boring, silly shits
but although it's boring
they've sent my 'total hits' soaring -
raised to the skies my poetic cred -
you'd think, by thousands I've now been read!
sticks and hackers
may hurt my knackers
but at least these nerds
can't mess with the words
yet
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fearing to Test Solo Flights
There will be times
When flying alone,
A treasure is discovered...
Unexpectedly!
But those who travel in flocks,
Often stop to squabble.
Quarreling and sharing sorrows,
In diminished nourishment!
Fearing to test solo flights.
And mocking the ones...
Who dare to use their wings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 138
I want a poem that is quick
Something easy is the trick
So I think that I
Will have my first try
At doing a Limerick
The layout is very well tested
It’s simple and cannot be bested
The rhythm is neat
Fits the words to a treat
And not much mind powers invested
I am quite enjoying this style
After giving it a fair trial
It’s a quick way to write
Night after night
But’ll grow stale after a while
So maybe it isn’t my fate
To use this layout so great
But the light has diminished
And I find I am finished
So it got me through poem 1-3-8
poem by Flying Lemming
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Are My Poems Finished/ And I Finished With Them?
ARE MY POEMS FINISHED/ AND I FINISHED WITH THEM?
Are my poems finished
And I finished with them?
Each day has a beauty of its own
Light, wind, trees, colors, flowers.
All I see
The cracks in the grey pavement before me.
The cool cool wind at my back
The prayer ahead.
Even this poem is not properly finished
And I a fool racing and rushing
Through another
Again and again and again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Rising From The Dead
Stop! stop! stop!
Chopo! chop! chop!
Stop singing little chap,
count the candles from the shop,
Frightened over my little punch,
opining the grave on my way to lunch,
I will sit on the couch not a bench,
life in hell is a little tense.
Not finished yet.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Completely Depleted of Energy
Completely depleted of energy,
That is how one will be left.
Out of breath and self respect...
When letting some get too attached,
To a willingness given to them...
Who take every step,
Someone has made for their advantage...
To allow being taken for granted to come next.
And become one's duty done,
To enhance the awaiting of another's expectation.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
And...
It may be too late,
For a teaching to take place...
If the teacher has given permission,
For the skills of manipulation...
To be used by a prized pupil.
Thinking mistakes as blatant as this...
As part of the curriculum!
When as an elective,
This foolishness...
Should not have been permitted.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
When intolerance for this behavior,
Should have been long corrected...
As not acceptable.
And a 'no-no' one poses.
Instead of repeatedly giving into this,
As a passing grade.
If one is completely depleted,
Of energy because of this...
The depletion achieved may be well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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