From Its Hypnotic Misdeeds
Impoverish,
To make predictions
With statistics wished!
Reveals a declining state of mind,
In time...
Can no longer be nourished.
Since what it has done
Gives those shunning it,
Opportunities...
To do all they must do,
To enlighten and awaken...
From its hypnotic misdeeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hypnotic
Baby come over here
And taste me
Won't you feel my lips
And take me deeper into your arms
Mesmerising
Way you got my Venus rising
Visualising your skin melting into mine
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Time is locked into the pulse inside us
In a place they'll never us
Naked, sacred and pure
Hearts racing (racing)
Rhythm so intoxicating (cating)
Letting go and we're free falling
Going, going, gone
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Hypnotic, so hypnotic
Open up, I'm coming in
Open up, I'm coming in
So hypnotic
Coming up on it
So hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
song performed by by Holly Valance
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One mind awake can awaken another, The second awake can awaken their next door brother. Three awake can awaken the town By turning the whole place upside down. Many awake can make such a fuss That they finally awaken the rest of us.
quote by Helen Kromer
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When you concentrate on agriculture and industry and are frugal in expenditures, Heaven cannot impoverish your state.
One gets into a strange psychological, almost hypnotic, state of mind while on the firing line which probably prevents the mind's eye from observing and noticing things in a normal way.
quote by Fritz Kreisler
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Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem By Louise Gluck, Now Rate It Zero, You Have Taste
Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prior To Whatever The Outcome
Who knows if those decisions we make,
Will achieve and please...
An expected result?
With a certainty known that is already felt.
The ones who take chances,
Eventually learned...
Something about deciding,
Upon which way to turn.
It is easy to reflect upon those experiences,
One gets.
And express whether or not,
A relief to them came with no grieving met.
But those who hesitate in a waiting done...
Are always heard to state they know what will occur,
Prior to whatever the outcome that is shunned...
Comes to ease or wreck havoc on their nerves.
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After the Days of February Have Gone
How can you justify,
The re-enactments of someone else's struggles
If you have not partaken in those sacrifices yourself?
To celebrate their tears and anguish,
Without researching their pain...
And those accomplishments,
That have gained your freedom
To do as you please
Is not justice left to enlighten or appease.
Forgetting to be greatful to people like these,
Who only wished to do you well.
When this 'spell' diminishes...
And after the days of February have gone!
Can you say you are completely pleased?
As you continue on singing songs out of tune.
Will you continue on awakening your mind?
Or are these times you celebrate,
Come as a reminder to you
Whatever contribution made,
To awaken others...
Is also historic?
Your steps laid,
Are just as concrete
To defeat misunderstandings,
Flourishing and encouraged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time/Opportunity
My
childhood passed asking for the moon
youth made exit trying to enslave it soon
middle age slipped in expectations
to atone misdeeds, old age made preparations.
Old age made the TIME also to tremble
donated itself to enable
me
to come out of shamble
but by then
excitement was lost
enthusiasm was gone
courage could not defrost
to grab the lost opportunities even at a cost.
Helpless
beaten by the time
waiting for the eventual destiny
embraced death ultimately
laughed The TIME
watching me
in eternal sleep
(a body of lost opportunities)
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Majestic Ecstasy
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life...
With that state of mind.
When will you feel deserving to accept,
A happiness that is within your reach...
Just for you,
Free of past regrets.
Although I know it is unrecognizable.
Perhaps disposable as well.
And on that,
I am not willing to bet, yet.
Forget those promises and missteps made.
I thought with us we would clear the slate.
And be done of those mistakes.
With others who came to introduced to us,
Baggage with issues packed...
To share with us their every heartbreak.
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life.
With that state of mind.
You can not be honest with me!
Not if you aren't able to leave,
That hypnotic bleeding behind.
When am I going to occupy some of that time?
When will I begin to see,
The one I knew who now plays seek and find!
I am yours.
But not a part of you...
Radiates onto me to shine.
I'd like to know,
More than one piece of you...
You keep for me and say it's mine!
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life.
With that state of mind.
I hope one day we will really come to meet.
Before, during or after...
When we do,
Come.
Together when we together...
With a majestic ecstasy,
Come when we meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualify Yourself
A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!
However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.
And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!
What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!
A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!
Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.
There may be some answers needed.
And experience will take you where they are!
To satisfy or not.
It is the process that enlightens.
Not the lettuce or the mayonnaise you forgot!
AND...
If that is all that is on your mind,
When 'that' time comes?
Dine out!
You can well afford it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
Indulge Me
My latest little mood
A darker shade of blue
Still I draw closer to you
My pretty little dress
Begins to look a mess
Infatuation come through
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Take heart Im telling you
My life has come too soon
But somewhere Ill find some time
In every other way
Youve told me what to say
These final words now are mine
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
You may have walked away
But were still as close
As when I gazed
Deep in your gentle eyes
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
song performed by by Olive
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Leave And Understand Add The Punctuation Make It Make Sense~!
so fey must inveigh
those zombies they pull me down im not ok
they say
they are not
shes hot
yes but shes a killer
its time for filler
make the poem longer longer still
keep it going dont take that pill
depression depression a state of mind
its like im one of kind
its hurting now its gonna break out
suppression...... medicine
poem by David Knox
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The Dawn of the New Beginning
This is the dawn of the new beginning,
Where everything seems in a state of flux
With new opportunities stirring and spinning-
The time for restoring my faith in love.
Where am I going? What am I doing?
Where have I been and what have I done?
I'm just going where the trouble is brewing,
I'm just going to have me some fun.
Time goes by and there are no answers,
As I consider the old and the new,
Falling sometimes, while others are dancing,
Screaming at them: 'What's the matter with you? ! '
Little by little the student turns master,
Little by little the master gives way-
With every blessing comes a disaster,
With every disaster come better days.
Torn from the womb and tossed to and fro
By unpredictable destiny's whims,
Always uncertain as to where I should go,
I dive in the water, learning to swim.
Thinking of everything that I was given-
The gift of the word, the gift of the mind-
All is forgotten and all is forgiven,
And still I love you-this I cannot deny.
Everything changes, nothing's for sure,
Torn between moments of sadness and joy,
Yet there is love of the heart that is pure
In this brief time we are left to enjoy.
This is the dawn of the new beginning,
Where everything seems in a state of flux
With new opportunities stirring and spinning-
The time for restoring my faith in love.
November 17,2005
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It's Wanted
Make it wished,
To make it happen.
Do that now!
And don't forget.
Make it wished,
To make it happen.
Do that now!
And don't forget.
Make it wished,
with a doing.
And don't dismiss,
The time you get.
Many waste their minds and time,
Hoping for things.
And they do nothing,
To make them happen.
Many think that if they sit,
Their dreams will appear.
And nothing comes...
But lots of napping.
It it's wanted,
You will get.
But it takes more,
Than just a wish.
If it's wanted,
You will get.
And if it's wanted,
Don't just sit...
To wish for it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State Of Mind
Got a big leather suitcase, all I owns inside
Seems Ive been walkin for days, cant even bum a ride
Try steppin to a tune, with the rhythm of a walkin man
Mind drifts like a big balloon out of my situation at hand
Aint it funny how a melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
Walkin down a lonely highway not feelin alone
Thinkin back when things went my way and not the road Im on
Well, Ive been down a time or two, but it never lasted long
I can always make it through on a wing and a prayer and a song
Aint it funny how a melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
It can make a right from a wrong, it can make you fall in love
It can get you singin along
Chase the clouds away and make the sun shine above
A melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
A melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
song performed by by Clint Black
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A Thousand Poems
yeah yeah, nothing for you to boast about –
‘100 good ones would be quite enough…
no, make that 20 – who’s got time for more,
even if they were masterpieces…’
So perhaps, merely a little quiet satisfaction
in a personal kinda way: I guess
retirement years hang heavily for some,
recalling days of authority, command;
others find them richer, busier than ever; or
do just the same jobs as they did so well, except
they don’t get paid for it…
or you can put all your ego in one basket –
try to do the one thing well; after a life
of unfinished jobs and hasty jobs,
and jobs you dreamed of and yet never did…
or, there’s poetry: if speech is actually the Word
that set the cosmos on its merry way, that
sings the praise of gods or human enterprise, or
draws attention to the sunlight on a wall;
melts the heart; reveals, relates
the physical and the metaphysical;
raises the spirits, lights the mind… then,
poetry’s no bad thing
to sieve, to pour a lifetime into;
and if, as the statistics state,
400 of those 1,000 poems get a reading, averaging
two people each, around the world and every day –
then perhaps, a little quiet pride, a hope
that something useful has been tried
in these last years on earth…
a small gift to the fleeting soul,
the ferryman’s so solemn toll
to help it on its way; a fee
to offer; if that were, shall be,
what’s appropriate..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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