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For The Record

For the record.
Let this today,
Be expressed.

No interest to apply discipline,
Or respect for their own culture...
Came from them with respect given.

Until someone they believed they knew...
Had been rumored to get paid,
For this activity!
And years unknown,
By them achieved.

It was perceived what had been accomplished,
Comes to some quite easily.
And collectively a failure grew.
Leaving them stunned.
With a mumbling done.

'How is this possible? '

Knowing the gifts from God,
Who gives.
Maintaining integrity.
And taking initiative.

Sustained with faith!
And the facing of obstacles.
With a belief success comes uncontested.
Desired and possible.
Although it might be tested.

With a bit of heartbreak and failure,
In the mix.
But getting up after stumbling.
Convinced...
One can accomplish anything,
If one's mind is committed to it!

For the record...
Let this today,
Be expressed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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the Way To Success

failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS

poem by Liioona Mohie
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Sleep

Can anyone explain,
Why a full agreement has not been reached?
You have everything available.
Although many of you are now declaring,
You need more of something...
Not before thought of to sustain that level,
Of a peak to keep.
And...
Exactly,
What would 'that' be?

We here on the committee,
Desire to hear.
We are 'all' ears!
Speak.

'Sleep! '

What about it?

'You see...
None of us knew it,
To have gotten to know the importance of it.
To keep success achieved.
We need sleep.
That is all we now request.'

Unfortunately,
That is not part of the deal.
You promised to keep our needs fulfilled.
And frankly,
Few have expressed concern...
About your needing rest or getting sleep.
You promised to keep the taste of success delivered.
Well...
Do it!
Or you will certainly be accused of weakness.

'What about Thanksgiving? '

Thanks for giving.
Did you wish that expressed collectively?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success...Depends On One's Definition Accepted

Those who seek assistance,
To spearhead their own success.
Hope for an easy way to accomplish it.
With less stress and aggravation.
And without the breaking,
Of seen public sweat.

Some would prefer it gift wrapped,
AND delivered!

Success is not guaranteed.
Even when one places a bet!
Many who choose to gamble,
Are hopeful for the best.
But will come to grips with what they get.

If the mind is in doubt...
It does not matter what the outcome is about.
There will always be questions,
For those who sequester themselves...
In bewilderment.
And seeking approval to be convinced.

Being successful,
And having that expressed...
Depends on one's definition accepted.
As well as 'who' and with 'what',
Addresses the desired affect.

Some rather shop around for appearances.
While others bog themselves down with 'work'!
Because of concept and not perceptions...
Based upon satisfactions done.
And known to get down on knees...
If necessary in compliance with one's belief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over The Years

Over the years,
And facing to address my obstacles...
There had been a few people,
Who rumored me to be...
A fool to be laughed at.
Among others things,
They chose to add at my expense.

'God don't like ugly!
Remember that, Larry.'
My mother would say this,
As if her mission was to raise...
And nurture saints!

And for some reason,
I took a special interest in this.
Not to prove I wasn't foolish.
Or enjoyed to experience something new.
But to see who actually believed their perceptions.
And how many amongst them today,
Have discovered themselves complete idiots...
With stupidity that had attracted some to pursue.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luck Has Nothing To Do With What Has Been Achieved

Sacrifice, initiative, motivation, discipline...
Self esteem, belief, faith and consistency,
With a persistence to get done and do!
Are you listening to me?

Success has more than one avenue,
One can take to reach it.
But if commitment isn't attached,
With a plan to match...
Some folks will never know,
How it feels...
To touch a dream that comes to life.

And when one has spent many sleepless nights,
In pain and 'still' applies emotions felt to accomplish...
With a focused devotion no one witnesses to see to believe,
Luck has nothing to do with what has been achieved!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Success Stories

Another day passed on the way.... Another day lost,
Loosing not only hope loosing each second which having huge cost....
Trying to fix life, each part of it,
Trying to earning, trying to full fill each need....
Earning not only a single rupee also few memories,
Memories which having success also having future stories.....
Trying hard to survive in this filed.... Field of success field of failure.
Where every one want success, failure attached with a word never....
Though failure is the way to reach the top,
You have to beat it each time till last, never say I want to stop....
Knowing this doing my part, trying each day to earning respect earning some glories,
May be some day comes when all will read my journey, my success stories....

poem by Argha Paul
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Heartbreak Radio

Hometown sweetheart.hung around in the dark.
Only make a move or two.i was just a young fool.
Never been to night school, didnt know enough to be cool.
So she found another lover, they went undercover.
The way she stole my heart was a crime
In order to keep the peace callin out the police
Find herfore I lose my mind.
The woman I love done gone and left me, no.
Shes got a bad big record on the heartbreak radio.
A complete investigation, whats her destination.
Did she leave a trace at all?
Book on her suspicion.just look at my condition.
She left me here to take the fall.
That girl she sure can play it rough.she oughta be in handcuffs.
Make her wear a balln chain.oh, shes just a heart stealer.
Sweetest kinda love dealer.she knows how to flix a game.
The woman I love done gone and left me, no.
She got a big bad record on the heartbreak radio.
Lonely hearts in distress. calling out an sos.
All across the u.s of a. come on back and serve your time.
Right here in these arms of mine. gotta have you home today.
Fbi, cid, help me, help me,help me please.
The one I love has gone and left me alone.
She got a bad big record on the heartbreak radio.
The one I love has gone and left me alone.
She got a bad big record on the heartbreak radio.
The one I love has gone and left me alone.
She got a big bad record on the heartbreak radio.
She got a bag bad record on the heartbreak radio.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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My True Love

At least now I can live my life
As now I know that nobody is waiting for me.
Now I know that nobody loves me
So many years I spent with her
And I thought, maybe I could share everything of mine with her
Yes, I did share my deep feelings with her
Lot of my feelings had darkness attached with them
I deeply wanted to get immersed into her soul
However, at the end my love was considered as failure by her
She, also expressed that I turned into someone else once I became her lover
Although, if I remember correctly, it was expressed by her that I know how to drive her crazy for love
The way I expressed myself to her, once I became her lover
Was my love for her and yes it can be termed as sexual as well
However, I did truly love her
Actually, she was the only girl who knew about my true feelings
She knew I was a bisexual
Everything, she knew about me
That is why I thought, I could blindly trust her
She knew everything, about me.

(This poem was written in 2011 and I never published it because after reading it I know the world will hate me more)

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Expectations Are Too High

If what is believed is so easy.
As it is perceived and rumored to be.
Why do so many express less interest?
To denounce those doing it,
Do it without a labored effort.
Or an agonizing heard as an input.

While others suspend the notion of hard work...
To be something that is monitored from 9 to 5.
Leaving a majority to whine and cry,
That expectations are too high.
And those salaries that are paid,
For their avoidance to do any work at all...
Is too low!

And a 'luck' has been bestowed upon those,
Who enjoy what it is done they do.
With few getting paid to complain.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Consciousness Known

With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.

And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.

'Your comments are a bit negative.'

Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?

'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easily Spotted When On The Move

I've been taught not to buckle,
From a cursing done.
Or fall on my knees with anguish,
When my way is blocked.
And my steps become delayed,
With expressed dismay.

None of my dreams seemed,
To have been dangled like a carrot...
As if to tease until someone believed,
I had earned the merit...
To be the 'me' I have paid the price to project.

And not a stage or spotlight did I seek.
Who knew such decoys would be effective?
Only I knew what I sought to reach!

Perhaps those that did not know that,
Planted obstacles on the wrong road to teach.
Or the path of my choice...
Was not suspected to be the one I chose!
Or one that I could successfully complete.
Either way,
Naysayers are easily spotted when on the move!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Rest For Success

Success is a journey not a destination a year from
now you may wish you had started today.
Every beginner is a winner. Success is not escaping problems but facing them creatively.
There is no success without sacrifice.
Great success always calls for great sacrifice.
Even failure can become an important ingredient to success.
Failure just means that you have not yet succeeded.
I’d rather change my mind and succeed than have my own way and fail. Success without conflict is unrealistic.
Any person can be successful on smooth seas,
but it is the victory over the storm that gains true honor.
Success doesn’t come through the way you think it comes;
it comes through the way you think.
Never settle for less than success.
Success is doing something good.
When you can, where you can, while you can.
It’s better to attempt to do something great and fail,
than attempt to do nothing and succeed.
Success is not necessarily reaching your goal- but reaching the maximum possibilities in light of the opportunities that come your way.
To keep your values on target remember to live so that when you “arrive”, you’ll have pride behind you and hope ahead of you.
The success is truly the path to heaven.
Success is never ending, because success is like the process of seed planting. Every creative contribution like a seed planted may bear fruit.
Success finally is not what you have it is not what you do;
it is who you are, and what
you want to become of yourself.

poem by Felix Lugo
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Thrilled To Be So Blessed

She only expressed interest,
In her own progress.
Even though married...
In a one-sided partnership,
Often beset with obstacles to test.

She could not accept,
Her husband's wish for economic success.
Instead,
She took it upon herself with friends...
To belittle his independence,
With a disrespect she sought to get.

She became quite successful.
And he did too.
Although he did not receive,
The support she knew.

And after years of reflection,
He has no regrets.
With hopes she has found happiness...
Since he is awakened with identity.
And thrilled to be so blessed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't With Ease

It isn't with ease,
A success accomplished is achieved.
Nor is one 'lucky'...
To experience with initiative AND sacrifice,
With a doing what one does...
Day and night.
And continue to do,
Whatever it takes for most of one's life.

While witnessing others doing what they like...
To then decide they have changed appetites,
For something someone else has done.
With beliefs their requests should be prioritized,
By the one who has sacrificed most of their life...
To finally see after years realized.
It isn't with ease,
A success accomplished is achieved.

'How long did it take you to do what you've done? '

~I would say...
Maybe fifty or more years.~

'Seriously?
And you can't show me,
In a few minutes how you did it?
I aint got that kind of time to waste.'

~Time, patience and tears.
And criticism from peers.
That's what it takes,
My friend.~

'Well...
Like I said.
I aint got time for all that.
I gotta get my groove on.'

~Until it's gone,
Huh? ~

'Whatever.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fix Your Own Wreckage

You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.

Even those who knew my struggles,
Did not trouble themselves to be curious.
Nor when they witnessed my crawling on knees,
To me not one expressed concern or interest.

You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.

Call me selfish!
Call me whatever you please.
But nowhere around were you...
When a healing began with a kept faith within me.

You fix your own wreckage.
And make 'that' your opportunity,
To appreciate your life...
With a making of less excuses done so easily.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our managers hadn't had that kind of success - the record company hadn't, we hadn't - and the feeling was that the next record had to be even bigger, and if it wasn't it would be some kind of failure.

quote by Roland Gift
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Me Neither!

Would you be convinced,
Someone who had spent decades...
Providing evidence to others,
With a making of logical sense...
That a way to achieve bona fided success,
Seen without question...
Came with a dedicated implementation,
Of motivation, discipline and the giving of respect?

And these same people,
Who just yesterday...
Are today embracing reality,
With a newly acquired consciousness.
Would you be convinced of this?

'Well, I...uh...? '

Me neither!
That kind of reality coming to many overnight,
Would be too frightening for anyone to fathom.

'It, it..well...I..I...'

Relax.
It's not going to happen.
My question was hypothetical.
Calm down.
There is no need to break out into a sweat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discipline is based on pride, on meticulous attention to details, and on mutual respect and confidence. Discipline must be a habit so ingrained that it is stronger than the excitement of the goal or the fear of failure.

quote by Gary Ryan Blair
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Seeking Something Deeper And Concrete

From the beginning,
You initiated a chase.
The day we met,
I expressed a fondness for you.
And you expressed to me,
Feelings...
I now relate,
As being falsely made.
When I believed the Sun would appear...
You quickly would cloud it to give me shade!

It has been years and time spent,
I have not been convinced...
You care for me at all.
Every now and then,
You might express an emotion.
But a connection to what you mention,
Seems to stall behind a wall.
And I am not an architect...
Wishing to play with loose bricks.
I'm into seeking something deeper...
And concrete with me that fits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fog Has Lifted

The fog has lifted
The weight is gone
Lightness has returned
Singing is in me
Humor also
Light again
And I do not know why-

I do not know why
A natural cycle? Up and Down and Up Again?
Chemistry?
A lost in a cemetery nightmare
That expressed and so eliminated my fears?
A good night's sleep afterwards?
A surprisingly pleasant social evening?
Being out of the shell and out of the house?

I don't know why
Yesterday I was only a failure
And a life story that was to be regretted
Today I am simply alright

I don't know why
But I write now easily and happily

How long will it last
I don't know.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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