Fragments Of Solid Stone
Assumptions understood,
Hampers an understanding one demands.
Clarity misted in foggy speech...
Makes less sense,
When passed from first
To second hand.
How to keep integrity protected,
When it is infected with flaws?
How can statements be respected...
When truth is kept behind shut jaws?
Not a shred of honesty seeps,
When one seeks to appease...
With a purpose to awe!
Assumptions understood,
Hampers an understanding one demands.
Clarity misted in foggy speech...
Makes less sense,
When passed from first
To second hand.
And taking a stand,
To reveal realities be known...
May be tossed about like pieces of plastic,
To convince distractions of the masses,
These are fragments of solid stone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Sided
Is it not one sided?
When not put forward or confided?
How can that be stolen?
When not a word of love is spoken
No one may ever disregard
If that is done with total regard
It is never tore apart
When you are inseparable part
What can be known stand?
Better understanding to befriend
Vow to stand for each other
Hand and hand and completely care
It may serve no purpose
If only you suppose
Offer daily rose
And think you have chosen
Any change is welcome and good
If not deceived and well understood
As love demands for supreme sacrifice
Dedication and commitment with full of promises
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Confused
I thought I knew
Thought I may have figured it out
But
Then
It became so confusing
And
Now
I'm just not so sure
Of
What I thought I understood
I thought I could be certain
Thought I was able to see
With
Some sort of certainty
Even though
How could I be
So
Confident
When, really
I didn't know
Anything
It's pieces of a puzzle
I'm trying to solve
With limited clues
Or
It could be
My overactive imagination
Playing tricks on me
Letting me see
What I want to see
So
I'm sitting
I'm waiting
I figure perhaps
Eventually
If something is
Then, something will
Reveal itself
Of it's own accord
And, reveal itself
With some clarity
Meanwhile
I'm stopping
With the assumptions I made
Because
I thought I figured it out
But
Now
I'm hesitating
I'm halting
I don't mean for it to impede any progress I've made
If I truly made any progress at all
I'm second guessing myself
But
I have to say
It's all because
I'm a bit confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Unfounded By Hearsay
I spent five months,
Recuperating in a hospital...
Once.
And feeling depths of isolation,
With drifting expectations.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
Blessed I am to have had experiences,
Many with closed mindsets...
Have yet in their limited realities,
Been exposed to have bestowed.
And I have more of an understanding,
Of those who have managed to live alone...
With a pulling up of their bootstraps,
And to ignore those trapped...
With nothing else to offer but passed judgements,
Within walls of their false comfort zones.
And believing them to remain like that forever.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
If someone lies long enough to themselves,
And feed their lies to others to believe...
Reality,
When it finally arrives...
Is worse than facing a created enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Behind The Shadows Of Others
How do I recognize a demonic influence?
It demands to interfere with one's peace of mind...
With an annoyance kept.
Seeking to be understood.
And trying to convince that an interpretation of life,
From behind the shadows of others easily influenced...
Is the rule to be followed.
And seeks to whisper doubts and curious conflicts,
In one ear to confuse with fear and procrastination.
And insists it does...
With criticisms directed and made,
Towards others not tolerating this nonsense.
With a spreading of lies to isolate and defame.
Especially those...
On a path taken and chosen with experience to clear,
Familiarized debris...
That tries to prevent a consciousness,
Already introduced to truth!
And those demonically influenced,
Are deceivers of truth...
And anything remotely connected,
With an attached understanding of it.
One demonic wishes to stick,
With a sweetness that delays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Direct And Decisive
It would be wonderful to awaken,
In an environment...
Where the people found it,
To the best of their interests...
To be direct and decisive.
With an elimination of being evasive.
To then uncover an honesty that refreshes,
The meaning of comprehension with understanding.
Instead of leaving assumptions,
As a basis of one's deluded reality.
Wouldn't it be great?
To awakened to realize this has been prioritized.
With truth as the utmost purpose one has to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Responsibility Encoded Truth
most hide from the truth
but truth demands responsibility
accuracy empathy sensibility
lost is discernment rare art
logic applied sense sensibility?
No rare is once prized rare art
valued sense and sensibility?
most hide from inconvenient truth
but truth demands responsibility
integrity morality sensibility
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Osmotic Approaches
If one lacks desire to understand,
Another's culture or aspects of it...
What good is the interpretation,
Of a language unknown?
Especially if the people are distanced.
Like a painter who wishes to do it,
Without either the canvas or the paint.
To achieve what purpose is it one seeks?
A comprehension is not revealed,
Without one's committed involvement.
A clarity does not deliver through,
Osmotic approaches as some would choose.
Or one's maintaining of assumptions done.
Some want to have their experieces delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls
What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?
Art demands time
all consuming time
times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude
means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh
art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties
art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Editing My Assumptions
It is not as easy as it may appear,
To the one reading to listen...
With an open mind and attentive ears.
What for them,
May or may not be clear.
At times I find I am editing my assumptions.
With a wish to be understood,
Without diluting a comprehension...
To include something else believed is meant.
I allow myself this torment.
At times I find I am editing my assumptions,
Instead of leaving what has been said and meant...
To either be accepted or offend.
And feeling defensive is not my intension.
But neither can I define,
What might be on someone else's mind.
Especially at those times when I care less...
In the letting my assumptions go unedited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Choice to Keep the Value
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice?
When it was you,
Who made not listening to me...
Your choice.
Why is my comprehension mentioned,
To be a priority of your concern?
I'm well aware of those lessons I've learned.
And few of them taught I seek to be repeated.
You brought to me then an acknowledgement.
And I did not hesitate,
To connect that to my common sense.
I received it and I heeded.
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice.
To review conversations,
I attempted to make...
That came to rest on deaf ears?
Perhaps there is a clarity,
Not understood before...
But overnight your eyes opened.
And a clarity that could have been yours...
Has now between your ears appeared?
Go ahead and say,
What you believe today is okay.
However,
If I should abruptly walk away...
Think of it as not being disrespectful.
But a sign of the times,
When one finds peace of mind.
With a choice to keep the value of it protected.
Think of my getting away from you,
In that perspective!
A treasured gift one gets...
To never be neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surrounded
One foggy day, one foggy night,
no sun, nor moon to give us light.
An opaque mist steals over all,
not see-through, just an eerie sprawl
of candy floss. Such tones of white,
lingering like a odious blight.
One foggy dawn, one foggy chill,
there is no warmth, temperature nil.
It’s closing in, and firmly wrapped,
no sign of lift, one’s feeling trapped
here in our world. Sits, silent, still,
trespassing of its own free will.
One foggy land, one foggy scene,
no view to see where one has been.
Nothing in front, nothing behind,
just a place where one is confined,
surrounded by one vast smokescreen,
clear small oasis in between.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
quote by George Oppen
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But communication is two-sided - vital and profound communication makes demands also on those who are to receive it... demands in the sense of concentration, of genuine effort to receive what is being communicated.
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Search For Clarity
Clarity.
There is something about it...
That lightens the burden,
Of becoming victimized by misunderstandings.
It is with clarity that one becomes free of doubts.
Or comprehending something unintended...
Someone takes and tosses about.
Most times gossiped from mouth to mouth.
The search for clarity,
Identifies aspects of honesty.
And truth uncovered involved in anything...
Can solve dilemmas.
And expose deceitful offerings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money Money Money
money makes sense
sometimes we make sense with what makes sense
money money money
makes this spin a little faster
we want to make more
and then we see what we do not want to see
gnarled conscience
whorled integrity
shrinking soul
lost self.
money money money
makes my world dimmer
makes us happy somehow
but for how long?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understanding is only misunderstanding
When you say
“I understand”
You simply confess
That you are only trying
To understand
And you affirm
To guard against
Misunderstanding
Though this may not be true
In a technical discussion
This is always true
When attempts are made
To evaluate issues
Pertaining to minds and emotions
Let us admit
We have not understood
Any one and
Any of the thought processes
Associated with any individual
How many of us
Have understood our parents?
How many of us
Have understood our spouses?
How many of us
Have understood our brothers
And sisters?
How many of us
Have understood our sons
And daughters?
How many of us
Have understood our customers,
Employers and employees
Bosses and sub-ordinates
More you are confident
About these understandings
More likely
You have misunderstood them
Do not ever claim
That you have
Understood others
As you now understand
That
Understanding is only
Misunderstanding
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Mama Was Phenonmenal
My mama was phenonmenal.
And even to this day...
Whatever I say could not convey,
The understanding and talents,
Of this woman.
We receive blessings,
And take them for granted.
We who have been spolied by this...
Think it's okay to do exactly as we wish.
But when gifts are given,
We must eventually share.
They are not ours to store and keep.
We must give them away...
As if an abundance for us is reaped.
My mama was phenonmenal.
And even to this day...
Whatever I say could not convey,
The understanding and talents,
Of this woman.
So rich in kindness.
With so much love...
She had in her to spare.
Yes sometimes I admit I became jealous.
Until I understood the many lessons taught...
She gave to me to ensure I was prepared.
Dedicated:
To my mother,
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
'Ma...why you got so many names? '
~You need more than one ingredient to make a cake.~
'That makes no sense at all.'
~And you don't have to eat a piece of it either.~
'? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember The Holocaust
Mr. Johnson you silly little boy
Disregard those outrageous assumptions
The hands of time will continue to progress
So only you are to blame for your failures my son
That was hundreds of years ago
Circumstances are different now
Legislation has been passed
Racism is now a serious crime
Success awaits you my boy
New opportunities are breathing life
Each and every day
So forget all that non-sense about slavery
But for Gods sake, Remember the holocaust
I realize your ancestors where kidnapped,
Raped beaten and tortured
“Red drops trickling from the wounds of Ancient crimes”
What on imagination you have
The hands of time will continue to progress
Racism is now a serious crime
Disregard those outrageous assumptions
You were brainwashed with
Only you are to blame for your failures my boy
So forget all that non-sense about
Bondage and Slavery
But for God’s sake Mr. Johnson
Remember the Holocaust
poem by Mustafa Marconi
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We distinguish the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands on himself, and the latter who makes no demands on himself.
quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset
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