Fruitless
A fruitless life one lives and perceives,
May be for many...
An actuality.
But how could that be?
When all that exists on Earth,
Is an experience of abundance and variety?
To all of this is an applied worth!
Whoever that is feeling useless and negative,
Have decided for themselves,
To await a process that has a more suitable fit.
And nothing will ever be suitable,
For one excusing a life gifted and given...
Just to sit and waste what one takes for granted,
To compare what is there without exploring the advantages.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moon Dream
To sleep, lying on my cozy bed,
All mundane thoughts I shed.
Through the window I observed
The full Moon shining swerved,
And raced among the clouds floating,
With a many hued aura surrounding.
I pictured Neil Armstrong on the Moon,
And went into a trance pretty soon.
I saw craters strewn and mountains,
There was no water or oxygen for existence.
On the Moon it was a bizarre experience,
As it was dark with no luminescence.
I wandered around the Moonscape,
And found no waxing or waning in shape.
On the terrain of the Moon, I felt less weight,
Because the gravitational pull is less, I was light.
During day the temperature rises to 100 degrees C,
And in the night it cools down to minus 160 degrees C.
I was wearing suitable suits fortunately,
And could withstand the weather effortlessly.
From there I looked down upon the Earth,
It was sure the Blue planet of worth.
The Moon is devoid of the beauteous Nature,
Which the Earth is endowed with, in its stature.
The varied life forms on Earth are all absent,
The love and affection on Earth are not present.
As a child the Moon which I longed for and desired,
Has not a soul and is an unfriendly place, not admired.
Feeling the warm rays of the morning Sun in actuality,
I wake up from my dream on the Moon to reality!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Useless
A useless life
Useless excuse.
A waste of life
Waste of breath.
Useless useless
Useless bitch.
Useless in every way
Just so useless
My life is complicated
It is useless
Its a hopeless cause.
I may as well just end things
And go far away
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Are You Wasting Your Life?
'Are you wasting your life? '
How would anyone know?
If you have decided to find it worthless.
If you have defined it...
As a waste!
Prior to opening that question,
You have already chosen it...
As a closed debate!
If you are looking for confirmation,
You have to look within not 'without'!
And it appears...
You have looked about outside of yourself,
To qualify your existence.
A self obsession with less,
Has already been declared!
And you have not been 'there' within yourself at all!
You seek a definition,
That will never satisfy what you would like to hear!
So 'if' your life is a waste to you...
Why bother to disperse the trash?
Why bother to even ask?
You have already decided,
Your selfishness exists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dead and Living
Dead are those sentences of death,
Finding a life is too good and short,
Feeling me is like feeling everything.
Dead leaves are grown first by trees,
The fierce winds are subjugating
The tree, flower and plant.
Life carries the meaning we give to life,
Living is suitable only for a time,
Love him over a tablet taken on time.
Go to the entrance of life and all it entails,
For to judge the lord and lady is a must
For those who read the papers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When Heaven And Earth
when heaven and earth i can no longer see
my GOD will be in front of me.
and when my GOD says it's time to die
i know that he'll be by my side.
and when the sun ceases to shine
i know that i will feel his love divine.
and when this earth no longer exists
i will feel his heavenly bliss.
heaven from earth is just a step away
either we do it right
or we come back to pay.
they say that heaven is here on earth.
and mankind takes it for all its worth.
it was heaven during ADAM and EVE
but they decided on the apple to feed.
now it's where you prove your worth
from the beginning of your birth.
so heed the words that i say
follow the LORD, for there is no better way.
poem by Louis Rams
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There Are No Minutes Kept Backed Up
There are no minutes kept backed up,
To put aside to decide to live them.
There are no minutes that can be stored as such,
For one to decide life is worth living.
There are no minutes kept backed up.
None one can say they have wrapped up.
There is no one on Earth with that much luck...
To decide when their life is worth the living.
People think they should be shown some proof,
That a life they live is worth the living.
While they isolate themselves locked up in coops,
To decide that a life they live is worth the living.
While awaiting for someone to approve what they do,
That a life given to them is worth the living.
With a choosing of every move...
Excusing some choices while others are removed.
To clarify that a life they live is worth the living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unleash It From Its Cage
That variety of life that you are,
Unleash it from its cage.
Those expectations unsatisfied,
By restricting limits!
Why do people invite...
A lesser appetite of life.
The abundance that Mother Nature has shown,
To be known as a given.
Is under utilized.
Why do those prefer to hide...
Following with a focused-ness,
Fixed upon another's...
Footsteps,
That may or may not appear to glide.
From shadows come out,
To be whoever you are.
If you've decided to shine in light...
Why are you still in rehearsal?
Pacing back and forth as if...
You are afraid of the audience.
They have no clue,
As to which lines learned belong to you.
That variety of life that you are,
Unleash it from its cage.
Turn and read a new chapter.
Those you have already read...
Need not your current routine to relive them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Not For Eternity
Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And everyday excuses are made,
To have no time to find...
What it is we could and should do.
Complaining and delivering faults,
Have found many to accept this as their expertise...
With a choice to expose this as a gift.
And without solicitation...
This craft upon others is released.
Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And yet there are those who say they can not afford,
To waste their patience...
On something they rather ignore.
And ignore they do...
Themselves.
Commitments made to relationships.
Friendships taken for granted...
As futures of their children,
Delayed for a taste of procrastination.
But participating in something done...
That guarantees hours spent in frivolous fun,
Is given without a moment's hesitation.
Since this has been marketed as a life to live!
And aging with a maturity to reflect,
Is no longer regarded as a process to respect.
Nor is it prioritized as a positive.
And under a plastic surgeon's busy knife,
Everyone has a desire to pay...
Whatever it takes,
To appear and 'look' youthful...
Jusr for a day or a week.
If not for eternity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is An Independent Production
For you,
There is a need to keep me reminded...
That I don't 'act' right.
Or do those things you find suitable.
And I've decided,
If you did not like my performances...
Why do you bother to solicit my attention,
By the mentioning of your dislike for my act.
If you say I don't 'act' right,
Why is that of your concern?
Unless you are hinting,
I will see less of you around?
That's a relief.
Because you know I follow my own script?
And I seek no one to direct me!
This is an independent production.
Take it or leave it.
I've spent most of my life,
Getting to this stage of it.
And I do not cater to hecklers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Suitable Rescue Has Been Achieved
Okay!
So it is 'not' quicksand!
'No.
And this is my interpretation...
It is a de-elevation,
Of a resettling horizon.
And the vertical descending,
Is to keep one's faith...
In the restoration of hope.
And any observation to the contrary...
Is to be ignored until suitable rescue has been achieved.'
Should I make that announcement 'now'?
Or when suitable rescue has been achieved?
'It is still too premature to assess the situation.
Let's get to the bottom of this first,
Before any decision is made that may be cause for alarm.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Vehicle
Love me and love my lips,
Kiss me and kiss my breasts,
For i am the vehicle suitable for your operations;
But i am from the city of songs and,
With the humility of my mind to share with you!
Your right to counsel was fortified,
And like a retired Army Ofiicer;
But i am the vehicle suitable for your operations.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Worth While
It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.
It is easy enough to be prudent,
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it's only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth
Is the one that resists desire.
By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world's highway is cumbered to-day;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Vicious Circle
The whole world revolves around
As suitable match is found
There is different story to tell
Everything goes smoothly and well
Stars may shine and twinkle
Moon may spread the light of candle
Nothing is taken note of
Even if passers by watch and laugh
It is delicate stage
It comes with advancement of an age
How can we blame natural change?
When blank space won’t be liked on page?
Life can change the course
If there is determination of course
You need suitable partner
She can take care and act as Gardner
It is nice to spend few moments
With dead silence and no comments
Only with few whispers and small gestures
To decide the destiny and future
We might have not taken notice
As it was the occasion to commit promises
Life may push any time to extreme corner
We have to realize it later or sooner
The pre-selection stage is extremely important
The decision are taken on the spot and instant
It may shape the whole life cycle
And place safely out from vicious circle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it!
quote by Daniel Dennett
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Sensitive question
Why do you ask sensitive question?
Why do you specially mention?
I dare not to speak,
Emotionally down and feel so weak,
Never was I at bottom of heart,
No one had done as you did hurt,
Deep scares and visibly moved,
Treachery and deceit never removed.
Everything is based on loyalty and trust,
One has to observe and realization is must,
It is not matter for day for just,
But life long stay and union is must,
What do I think and seek?
Why all worries in complete week?
Is it search for suitable bride?
Or matter of self pride,
I may go for it and succeed,
It is necessity and life need,
Suitable choice improves the breed,
Faith intact and no crisis of creed,
I like to go for better choice,
Never hue and cry or slight noise,
Let there be late arrival or simple delay,
I should find happiness at any day.
I need all but not to comprise,
Nor do I seek any surprise,
Not to consider it as best prize,
Strongly consider it chance to rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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So Suitable Has The Outrageous Become
Is it befitting that the ridiculous,
Now
Is a way of life?
So suitable has the outrageous become,
That those seeking to shoot from the hip
With a telling it like it is,
With a voicing of it.
Are the ones today,
Finding themselves censored.
To allow the rise for the marketing of misfits.
And it was not long ago,
Those who were declared militants
With nationalistic wishes,
Were more patriotic
Than those elected to represent their contituents.
While those who promote decadence,
Have the bucks to demand
How much of the sleaze on the streets show.
Is it befitting that the ridiculous,
Now
Is a way of life?
So suitable has the outrageous become,
That those seeking to shoot from the hip
With a telling it like it is,
With a voicing of it.
Are the ones today,
Finding themselves censored.
To allow the rise for the marketing of misfits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tender Buttons [a Chair]
A CHAIR.
A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even. It addresses no more, it shadows the stage and learning. A regular arrangement, the severest and the most preserved is that which has the arrangement not more than always authorised.
A suitable establishment, well housed, practical, patient and staring, a suitable bedding, very suitable and not more particularly than complaining, anything suitable is so necessary.
A fact is that when the direction is just like that, no more, longer, sudden and at the same time not any sofa, the main action is that without a blaming there is no custody.
Practice measurement, practice the sign that means that really means a necessary betrayal, in showing that there is wearing.
Hope, what is a spectacle, a spectacle is the resemblance between the circular side place and nothing else, nothing else.
To choose it is ended, it is actual and more than that it has it certainly has the same treat, and a seat all that is practiced and more easily much more easily ordinarily.
Pick a barn, a whole barn, and bend more slender accents than have ever been necessary, shine in the darkness necessarily. Actually not aching, actually not aching, a stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation.
If the chance to dirty diminishing is necessary, if it is why is there no complexion, why is there no rubbing, why is there no special protection.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Enjoy Life in Romantic Mood Ever!
Money in the hands of fool is a farce!
Knowledge sans money makes one wise!
This fantastic life is romantic if you will!
All hustle and bustle are for satisfaction
That man strives all his life to achieve...!
First satisfaction in education is a must;
Then satisfaction in suitable job is needed;
Then satisfaction in life is very much needed!
Without satisfaction only frustration comes
Whatever one sees, hears and lives in the world!
So, what is important see first and achieve it
So that life can go on whatever be the situation is!
If you dig deep you will see only skeletons aplenty;
See superficially and enjoy life in romantic mood ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Until All Itching Has Been Scratched From It
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
People confronted run and do not sit.
And finding it difficult to be seen near it.
And these are the ones who become upset,
By living lives reflecting their own negligence.
Hiding in denial and deluded by embellishments.
And these are the people who today regret,
Spending their last dime...
To make impressions others forget.
Since impressions themselves,
Leave nothing concrete meant.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Like that which irritates...
Until all itching has been scratched from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A painter's tastes must grow out of what so obsesses him in life that he never has to ask himself what it is suitable for him to do in art.
quote by Lucian Freud
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