From Atop Peaks
The climb to the summit,
With a reaching of it done...
Is anti-climatic.
From atop peaks the valleys below,
Appear lush and beautiful.
And freed of harmful snakes with venom,
Camouflaged and prepared to strike.
The process of falling down on paths,
Picked by one believed are less dangerous...
Than the ones previously experienced.
With a giving to one more endurance to achieve,
Is a myth!
That one path picked is it!
With no guarantee or return of a deposit.
Only those who have accomplished,
With patience...
Realize it was during the journey,
The lessons taught were more appreciated...
Upon reviewing their steps made.
And coming to grips with surviving through fantasies...
Is a raw...'up-in-your-face' undertaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lessons Taught That Will Never Be Forgotten
I wish I had advice to give,
To anyone that might ask for it.
And that I myself,
In my past had accepted,
To express with a gratefulness.
But I can not say that.
In fact...
If I had not fallen,
Countless of times...
To align my head,
With the same brick walls...
To stumble time and again,
Until something snapped me away...
From my own depreciation!
I would not come to realize,
How determination, sacrifice and discipline...
Working together as ingredients,
Did not guarantee to me success.
But that process...
Certainly delivered to me patience.
And...
With patience I have learned AND earned,
Rewards of all kinds...
I can not describe,
I have received completely by surprise.
With lessons taught that will never be forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those They Choose And Select
No one should disrespect another,
Period!
Although people do.
And those they choose and select,
To do this may never forget it.
Especially if one becomes picked,
To then decide to teach a few lessons.
And all the teachers that I had,
Who wanted to achieve progress...
Often tested to catch us by surprise.
'I know this wasn't announced...
But I've got something for you.
Some of you who have paid attention,
Are going to do very well.
The others,
Who have taken this process for granted...
Will eventually learn from their own mistakes.
And sometimes those are the most difficult ones to face.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes An Absence
It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.
It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.
It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.
And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.
Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.
It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Climb Above and Beyond
I've seen the valleys green and lush,
From high atop a hill
Splashed and nature plushed!
And mountaincaps from where I stood,
Were even standing higher still!
I've seen clear skies and Eagles fly,
And wondered about the Sun with squinting eyes.
I've retreated alone to leave this beauty condoned.
To the wildlife I visited left to many to be unshown.
And when I returned to obligations committed...
I sat and felt so blessed I admitted.
That I was able to climb above and beyond,
Limitations I thought were my best had traveled on!
There is much more I want to explore to test...
After accomplishing a nod of a nap teased rest!
To climb above and beyond to better the rest.
I just want to do it...
To add more steps to my conquests!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dictation Done
If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...
No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.
And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only “Karma” was in my hands
I asked a Veteran Mountaineer
How he reached the top?
He replied calmly
The Mountain was tall and mighty
Climb was steep and high
I wanted to see the World
From the peak of the Mountain
I prepared myself
And started my Journey
Many discouraged
Others created fear in me
I was determined
To achieve my Goal
I remembered the lessons of Geeta
Somebody told
Only “Karma” was in my Hands
I started to climb
Sometimes I lost hold
Sometimes I slipped
But nothing deterred me
I was cautious and patient
Full of concentration
Kept climbing on and on
One day I made it to the top
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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You Picked the Right Day for Torture
You picked the right day for torture.
It was too quiet and serene,
To be left untampered.
You wanted your presence felt...
And it was.
You picked the right day for torture
With or without a diet regimen
Or implementation of facts.
What you do behind one's back...
Is left to your interpretation.
Your rules and dispositions are taught!
Although not followed,
And neither held in high esteem.
You picked the right day for torture...
Perhaps now you can see in bright daylight,
The victims you continue to abuse
Are of your own kind.
And of them none can say you frighten.
Yet all have been too quick to say you are crazed!
And today you are here believing you will be praised,
And honored?
You picked the right day for torture!
And how much of it you take...
Will not leave a witness to feel remorse,
Or show heartbreak!
They have come to watch you exploit,
Your own pain!
You have picked the right day for torture!
Everyone came to give you the limelight,
And the fame you claim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking at the Life I need to achieve!
My dear friends for I have failed you truly.
I now walk this journey on my own
Listening to this ballad that will never end.
I look out my window and all I see is beautiful
White Snow falling.
How I wish to be young again
and go sleeding with my big brother.
But we both grew up
Now it all depends on suriving
As I strummed my guitar
To recoginize that ballad once again
As I sleep I hear your voice in my dreams
Telling me to give it up.
As I awaken I brush it off and scream
Never for this is my dreams.
I look into the eyes of the strom
and face my fear.
For Once I can finally smile
Walking in and out
Running around in circle trying to
Realize What am I doing to achieve my dreams
For this is why my friends I leave you here.
Always remember to never give up on your dreams
As you see I have not
For now I made this journey and I will end it.
I will return to you my dear friends
with the smile you have never seen
with the heart the grew more so now....
Goodnight and Goodbye for now!
poem by Sandra Marie
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How Do You Like Me Now
Coming from a distance,
You picked me to offend...
And,
How do you like me now?
You believed my wrists,
Were limp and bent...
But,
How do you like me now?
You thought it would be easy,
To spit in my face.
And you thought that the doing,
Would humiliate.
But all you did was show me...
Who to boot,
To the the curb.
And I showed you,
You shouldn't pick your battles with someone...
Accustomed to fighting in dirt with the dirty.
And...
How do you like me now?
And...
How do you like me now!
Coming from a distance,
You picked me to offend...
And,
How do you like me now?
You believed my wrists,
Were limp and bent...
But,
How do you like me now?
You shouldn't pick your battles with someone...
Accustomed to fighting in dirt with the dirty.
And...
How do you like me now?
And...
How do you like me now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Plead a Defeating If You Wish
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
A panting done to replace escaping air...
And threatening to lose one's breath,
Will not curtail the placement of my steps.
This journey was not meant to share.
I'm not here to listen to your regrets.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
You wanted to give this 'trip' a try!
This is not a 'trip' with me.
This with me is 'do' or 'die'.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
I am challenging myself.
Just to say I have done it!
And 'you' seem to be only motivated by ease.
What made you think following me would be a breeze?
I'm not here to drag you to witness the summit.
Just to hear you say you've done it too?
I'm not living to fulfill those ambitions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Haunting Ride
Riding alone along a path
that runs parallel, north and south
Alongside the Lehigh River
I became acutely aware
of the beautiful surroundings
As they sped pass me on both sides.
As I pedaled along, the ghosts
of yesteryears took possession
of my mind and began to speak
in unspoken telepathy.
'you picked wildflowers on this path;
remember the white campions
you picked for your girlfriend Alice?
And coming up on your right, there!
that very large sycamore tree
where you once climbed it, showing off
for Alice, fell and broke your arm.
Remember? Sure you do, Albee.
And there! Coming up on your left
that special place near that cove,
remember what took place in there?
You both lost your virginity.
Remember the disappointment
the two of you felt afterwards? '
Near the completion of the ride
the phantoms relinquished my thoughts
and all those recent memories
vanished until some later day.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Let me remove the obstacles for you to climb..
When we think that we are at the top of the hill,
Those who are at the tip of the mountain say,
'Hi, you are at the bottom of us.'
Then we realize that we have a long way to go!
Not an easy task to climb these terrains,
Where all obstacles pave our way.
Not an unaccomplished act to leave in vain,
When thousands made their hay.
When focus the top, the pain may vanish,
we may enjoy the journey, not that smooth.
When we imagine the victory,
we may enjoy the pain for its glory.
Do not give up half way for the fear of falling down,
as the falling is normal on earth's gravity.
Even it is for a few moments of our life,
Let us strive to achieve what little that we can.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Ol Ben Lucas
(kinky friedman)
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
Well, ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
When its cotton picking time in texas,
Boys, its booger picking time for ben.
Hed raise that finger mean and hostile
Stick it in that waitin nostril,
Here he comes with a green one once again.
All right, pick it, eric!
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
Everybody!
Ol ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin right out of his nose,
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Plantation Boy
Lots of people walk about proud and free
Lift up your head start looking around
Theres a brandnew feeling of liberty
Like a clear bell thats starting to sound
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Lots of smiling faces for you to meet
So many hands to help you along
Just shake off the mud that weighs down your feet
If you stand tall you just cant go wrong
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Years of picking cotton for little pay
Living alone in some wooden shack
Sweating in the heat of a summers day
This is all over, you wont come back
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Wherever you may go
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Whatever Suits You Before You Split
How's the field you're playing on?
You appear to be bruised,
And mentally battered.
How has your cruising been?
Have you picked up anything...
Worthy to be the next 'him'!
How has the charading of ages gone?
Are you still passing...
Or giving shade to those,
Who can see a youth lost...
You make attempts to propose!
And now you wish me to assist,
With the licking of your wounds!
You believe I provide understanding,
With a forgiveness you assume!
You want me to make room,
In a heart you left for your escapades made.
You would like for me to degrade myself...
And treat me like used trade!
I don't think so.
Not today!
You may see 'ultimate fool' displayed on my face.
From memory.
But if you look closer,
You will see that has been erased.
Replaced with this look of satisfaction.
Don't let that distract you.
My bitterness still simmers underneath.
How's the field you're playing on?
You appear to be bruised,
And mentally battered.
How has your cruising been?
Have you picked up anything...
Worthy to be the next 'him'!
Or her or 'it'?
Whatever suits you before you split,
To return back to me!
Your return to me has ended,
With no heat here for you to get.
Or me to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protect Yourself!
Seriously?
You want something to talk about?
This may be painful...
However,
First remove all that dead storage space
In between your ears.
Reboot it after you have replaced that
With patience.
Yeah...
You are going to need a lot of it!
And that is very under-rated!
Patience is the beginning,
Of downloading and receiving useful information.
To share when communicating.
Without trying to degrade what is misunderstood,
Unknown or unfamiliar.
The process shouldn't take that long...
Stay aware and welcome change.
Remain focused.
That eliminates ignorance.
And be careful.
Once you are on the path of sharing something meaningful...
Ignorance has a way of eating up good thoughts!
Like a virus!
And you may have to reboot again!
Yes.
Starting this process from the beginning!
However...
Make sure you can trust,
'Who' and with 'whom' you share good conversations!
This will enable quicker understanding.
And you may escape constant repetition.
Allowing a faster growing of comprehension!
To enable an avoidance of conflicts,
Picked specifically for heated debates...
As well as gossip, innuendos and possibly street brawls,
Initiated by hearsay!
Remember...
Ignorance hates comprehension.
Protect yourself!
Watch everything that slithers and crawls.
And bites with a poisonous venom.
Don't give your confident smile away too easily.
Let that develop as part of your package...
Once you have successfully felt,
You are on track and your mind is clearly online.
Without distractions that come you can not handle.
You will be fine!
Protect yourself!
Temptation can be a bitch,
Dressed like a tasty sandwich.
Waiting to be bitten!
And...
The process of wanting 'something' to talk about,
Again becomes a painful undertaking!
When these encounters are done enough,
With a loss of gratification dwindling...
You will seek a seriousness unsolicited.
By...
First removing all that dead storage space,
In between your ears.
Reboot it after you have replaced that,
With patience.
Yeah...
You are going to need a lot of it!
And that is very under-rated!
Is any of this sinking in?
Or...
Does it sound too aggravating?
Be careful as to which attitude you choose,
Before a mood taken you decide is easier to live with...
Than the other!
Protect yourself...
From all sides.
You never know who may come along,
To unplug you with discord!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stages~
Stages
Many are the stages from the cradle to the grave -
Diversities in journey to each of us God gave.
Within each stage of journey lies paths that one can choose-
Depending on the chosen path, we either gain or lose.
Confusion and perplexity may sometimes come our way-
Despondency and sadness may sometimes waste our day.
Among each stage of journey, there's One we cannot see-
Our guide and our companion near He'll always be.
Giving rest when we are weary, giving joy when we are sad,
Comforting and consoling, each broken heart made glad.
Along this present journey looms chance for eternal wealth-
Along this present journey is choice of immortal health.
Deceptions and distractions along this journey lie-
Illusions of elation, beckon you and I.
Depending on the choice one makes determines what will be-
In the stage that's soon to follow, for all eternity...........
The times when I think about, ending my own life
My mind wonders back to the days, of daddy and mama, his wife
How hard it was for them, raising us six kids on what
I really want to see them again-if I do it, I will not
So in this stage of my journey, today I am still here
But everyday I wonder, Would anyone really care
If tomorrow they should wake up, to find that I am dead
Then they would realize, it was not just words I had said
I know my life is a journey and this path is mine to choose
But I feel I've lost everything, what else have I got to lose.......
Written By: Marsha Youree- 2006
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Sunlight Is What I Wish To See
Perhaps it is okay...
For you to decide I am okay,
Today!
But I remember how my yesterdays were spent.
Getting dirty looks from you.
And receiving your resentment.
I guess it is alright,
If you treat me today...
With respect and politeness.
But my wounds and scars,
You will never see anyway.
Since the life I have lived...
Had nothing to do with you in my way!
You know why?
Because any tears I had to cry...
I've never relied on you to help me dry them.
You made it known a long time ago,
Any obstacles I had on my path...
You were one of the ones too happy,
To put some there.
Hoping they would last.
Unaware...
I was being prepared,
To climb mountains.
And the molehills you constructed...
Were just test to strengthen my resolve.
I reach for peaks to conquer.
I already know who prefers to dwell in valleys!
And more Sunlight is what I wish to see.
Believe it or not...
That is the destiny for me I desire to reach!
Perhaps it is okay...
For you to decide I am okay,
Today!
However...
I am not relying upon your decisions.
Or am I wishing to impress,
To gain your approval for my success or happiness.
I 'am' going to climb,
THAT mountain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Have I Been?
'Where have you been? '
Where have I been?
Giving myself the opportunity to grow.
Reflecting.
Dissecting.
And self examining.
With the doing of those things,
That will bring an understanding.
Knowledge obtained,
Needs the support from others...
For more of it to be gained.
And I embrace those,
Who have come face to face with change.
Those who comprehend,
Nothing accepted today will remain the same.
Where have I been?
Giving myself the opportunity to grow.
And 'that' which isn't doing it...
I have to let it go!
Without debate or loss of patience.
I am reaching for a seeking of clarity.
I've sought Sun.
I am not one comfortable in hiding...
When those cloudy days come,
To delight in disguise.
My vision needs to be freed of fog or smog.
Where have I been?
Giving myself the opportunity to grow.
And preparing for all kinds of weather.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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