Gone Are Those Days of False Portrayals
Some...
Even today,
Remain on the fence.
Needing to be convinced...
Change has come.
They are the ones,
Chained and bound to yesterday.
Looking to find lost footsteps...
That have long since faded away.
Remarkably they sit,
Insisting to do this in stubbornness.
With vivid memories of a clinging past,
That sweeps away like dust from them...
And has drifted in the air ever so fast.
Like precious sand trapped in an hour glass...
Those days spent in minds repeating events,
Again and again...
Is a useless task.
With superstitions and traditions replaced...
Many can not face,
A forever wished...
Does not welcome a higher consciousness.
And this 'evolution' will continue to persist.
With or without invitation.
Or a decision to make...
One chooses to believe they can hesitate.
Does an earthquake warn before it shakes?
Nor does God awaits...
For those who say the 'believe' in Him!
But afraid to step out into the world with faith.
Gone are those days of false portrayals.
Truth and reality is amongst us, people.
And so clear it is...
Their 'visits' have arrived without disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
These Days're Fast in Their Passing
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Time spent in scheduling events,
To decide which ones...
Should be given more attention,
Is something done that has had its welcome.
But today,
Winds come to blow...
Do not slow to bestow,
Consideration given.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Finding time to procrastinate,
Is like hoping what is felt...
Is not an Earthquake that shakes.
Or a tornado that doesn't sweep,
Everything away...
With a flash before surprised eyes.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
And if one is not proactive...
Any delayed action at all,
May be cause for one's quick demise.
These days are fast in their passing!
And unforgiving.
Satisfying those with their eyes open.
And not those with their eyes half closed.
If one needs to ask just how fast...
These days already here to experience and live,
Have begun to slip from their grasp!
With a speed that has blurred their vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Platforms Debated
Every one of their platforms debated,
Are today outdated.
Like a fence that has been removed...
There are those insisting,
To exist within limits as if something to prove.
Rusted are standards,
Longing to be replaced.
And this remains fixed in minds...
As if yesterday has been reborn,
From decades past but today retraced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Good Ole Days
Oh, the good ole days,
why can't this day be,
the good ole days
thinking of those days,
long ago, when old age,
was on the horizon,
childhood just a step behind,
yesterday just a memory,
childhood memories when,
oh, so carefree
today the present,
will be those good ole days,
when old age is upon us
we once again wished we
were back in time and,
oh so care free.
wrote 12-31-06
Art
Occasionally I feel like the walls around are closing in on me
Physically I feel sometimes I need seclusion to be free
The irony at last I see reality is my perception
And my personality is my reflection
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I need to be set free from the smiles that are scarring my skin sarcastically
And ?? seems to comfort and freeze in full around me mentally
The irony at last I see reality is my deception
And my personality is my deflection
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
Can I make it?
I'll try
Can I take it?
I'll try
I've finally healed my wounds and healing the next thing and pouring out of me
The precious success becoming apparently a bigger part of me
I'm looking back at the things I cant remove the past
Ok with me
The future is brighter than I could imagine it to beand#8230;
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
song performed by by Taproot from Welcome
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
You Dont Anymore
(toby keith/eric silver)
We stood at the altar, repeating our vows for life
For better or worse, forever a husband and wife
Loves not always easy and dreams dont all come true
Whyd you lose your faith in me, I never gave up on you
When I said I do, I did, and the words were truly spoken
I gave you my heart to hold thinkin it would go unbroken
You drifted so far you cant see the stars that we wished upon before
When I said I do, I did, but you dont anymore
These days nobody seems to try
To love through the hard times instead of just saying goodbye
We built this world around us, together hand in hand
And even if you walk away, it wont change where I stand
When I said I do, I did, and the words were truly spoken
I gave you my heart to hold thinkin it would go unbroken
You drifted so far you cant see the stars that we wished upon before
When I said I do, I did, but you dont anymore
You drifted so far you cant see the stars that we wished upon before
When I said I do, I did, but you dont anymore
song performed by by Toby Keith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Day's Like Today
Day's like today
When only memories remain
Oblivion seems so near
As entropy finally catches up
All the cracks begin to show
Days like today
Make the beginning seem so slow
And one step removed
Is ponderance following closely
Thinking of forgotten dreams
Days like today
Mark the absence
Of temporal comfort
And all the simple pleasures
A life can give and take
Days like today
Are fresh and new
Offering only hope
To the old anarchist
Anxious to see an exodus of faith
poem by Aric Wilsie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Time Flys
everyday i wish i could go
go with you
or just be there
but no im stuck here
all i do i wish for the time
the time that i have lost
lost to the system
or just the lost time in life
when days were fun
the days i had a gun
or just the day i had you
those days are gone
gone forever
the time fly's
the days get hard
but we never get better
everyday is lost
lost in life
ill never get the time back
its lost in the past
the past i regret
or just the past i wish i could change
change the events that happened
poem by Terrin Fuller
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Time Re Written
Time goes fast
Time goes slow
Time sees love ones pass
Time sees the living grow
Time finds it hard to forget
Time can store up treasures and sorrows, and very hard to let go...
Time rushes fast
Time stops and starts
Time is shown by nights turn into days
Time makes all the seasons change
Time is going slowly at times but
Time can race you across the line
Time awaits for you to have peace but
Time can also hide sadness deep
Time is sometimes patient
Time can be kind
Time often cruel and
Time can be so so unkind
Time is a second
Time is minute, hour, even days and months
Time is not possible for us to keep
But right now...I wish time will not pass me by
Nor it slip back into yesterday day...
For i have much to look forward
In Time...and much more afar
I am certain now that
Time is a precious thing and will bring along amazing things...
Time...more time...and much much time
And somehow i feel a bit lost at this...
Time
Perhaps only when the dark night comes at long last
I will stop thinking about
Time
For time will no longer matter then
And only then... until then
Each second, Every minute...Even hour and all these Endless days
Bientôt mon chéri, venez à moi
poem by AngelLucianna Vesna
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Too Slow To Think
Step aside like the others,
After waking from a slumber.
Shake away your numbness from sleep.
Step aside like the others,
After waking from a slumber.
No need to jump ahead in front with a leap.
You need assistance to keep up with the rhythm.
And...
Your pace is just too slow to think you'll fit in.
The speed has sped to quicken.
And explanations are out of date,
For those trying to catch up much too late.
Where have you been?
To think that you can catch up running.
Where have you been?
To think that others for you wait.
Where have you been?
Your space has been replaced.
And where have you been?
To think that people owe you patience,
With only you to think on their minds.
Not today at this hour of time.
Where have you been?
Your space has been replaced.
And where have you been?
To think that people keep patience,
With only you to think on their minds.
Not today at this hour of time.
Step aside like the others,
After waking from a slumber.
Shake away your numbness from sleep.
Where have you been?
To think that you can catch up running.
Where have you been?
To think that others for you wait.
Where have you been?
Your space has been replaced.
And where have you been?
To think that people owe you patience,
With only you to think on their minds.
Not today at this hour of time.
Step aside,
Like the others after slumber.
Step aside,
Like the others from a sleep.
Step aside,
Like the others after slumber.
Step aside,
Like the others from a sleep.
Step aside.
You're too slow to think.
Step aside.
You're too slow to think.
Step aside.
Step aside...
Like the others after slumber.
Step aside,
Like the others from a sleep,
You're too slow to think.
You're too slow to think.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
One Of These Days
Wish someone would tell me when
I wont think of you again
Ill get past the emptiness and
Let a little happiness back in
Pretending that you came
Leaves me half way there
One of these one of these days
Ill be completely over you
Heaven knows how long it will take
And one of these one of these days
Ill find somebody wholl love your memories away
One of these days
One of these days
Some how some way
Ever since youve been gone
Time has a way of dragging on and on
Friends drive by for company
But Im not much company for long
Oh ill get past the what was
If I live long enough
One of these one of these days
Ill be completely over you
Heaven knows how long it will take
And one of these one of these days
Ill find somebody wholl love your memories away some way
One of these days
One of these days
Some how some way
One of these one of these days
Ill be completely over you
Heaven knows how long it will take
And one of these one of these days
Ill find somebody wholl love your memories away some way
One of these days
One of these days one of these days
One of these days some how some way
One of these days one of these days
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tell on face
My father will not hesitate for a moment to tell on face
If he was convinced that pursuit will end in tragic race
He was ordinary but wonderful personality in any case
He may sometimes tell frankly everything to us
Those were the days when elders were treated with respect
Today whole trend has been changed from bad to or worst
Son and father don't see eye to eye and find it difficult
To pull on under same roof and some times trade the insult
People say and admit and new generation is very fast
Their plans are novel and certainly enduring last
Science has made tremendous progress with scope
To scale the ladder fast and remain always on the top
In making scientific progress it has lost the human touch
We had never expected nose dive approach as such
The personal relations are hardly built up
As everybody thinks of scoring very fast with jump
I had heard many stories from father and grandfather
They used to give top priority and affectionately bother
Whole of the family members were treated equally
Main burden for care and everything was shared wholly
Today is not the same as was yesterday
We are proving yesterday as better than today
No one knows what will be future for tomorrow?
But certainly not better for traditional family value to grow
Nothing has, in fact, changed to warrant large gap
Yet we observe it and consider it as slap
How come you value sentiments with that of material gain?
When everything is achieved after passing through considerable pain
Today we are intolerant society with zero understanding
We have failed to master the art and increase misunderstanding
Whatever progress you make or attain should be for benefit
The mass should feel it beneficial and consider it as marvelous feat
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A New Era Has Arrived
A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed
And those who say
They are of strong faith with beliefs
Are the very same people
Who stand in the way
With attempts to block
This progress that proceeds.
A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed
And
With a stubbornness they are convinced
If they demand with a protesting that commands
'Everything' for them will remain the same
Even if they take matters in their ignorant hands
As if particles of dust
Refusing to be blown away by wind
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Past The Adolescent Childish Age
Some refuse today to comprehend or face,
That they're...
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent,
Childish age.
Some sit with wishes they could duplicate,
Those...
Adolescent.
Their adolescent days,
Long faded away.
They are,
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected,
Broken from decay.
Some sit with wishes they could duplicate,
Their adolescent days.
But they're,
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent.
Past the adolescent,
Childish age.
And
They
Are...
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected.
Trapped and disconnected,
Broken from decay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
An Evolution That Has Erased The Yesterdays
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
Clear choices today are being readily defined.
Making up one's mind as to which road to take,
Is for many not a decision to contemplate.
It may be difficult for some to switch up...
From steps taken to reverse what has been done.
But it can be done...
If a wish for happiness is to come!
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
There are those confused,
By the suddenness of change.
But it's not as if it had been hidden.
Not for those who have witnessed,
A quality of life that is not the same.
Closed eyes are different from those that are blind.
Some choose not to see what is.
Others who can not see period...
Have survived with sharpened minds.
And are quick to sense...
The atmosphere has been stimulated,
By the addition of increased decadence.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
A higher consciousness has arrived,
And it struggles with accepted commonness.
But this slide that delights some,
Comes to an end to unravel comforts under the Sun.
To achieve a peace slowly becoming noticed.
And those overdosed with delusions that limit...
Will find themselves anguished,
By an evolution that has erased the yesterdays.
Leaving them revolving in memories dissolving.
And not a sign ahead that shows,
Those times will be revisited.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
Drastic changes have come to move us on!
With or without the necessity for debate.
Or an appreciative applause in waiting.
Many are already too stunned with disbelief...
That the onslaught of love has come,
To achieve the 'real' version of peace.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Memories in the mind
Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
So many years have passed,
of our youth, away we have cast
some memories happy, some memories sad,
memories have I, when I was a lad.
Memories have I, of a dog named shep,
memories of him, when he kept in step.
Memories of my friends, when we played,
of those days, for ever memories relayed.
Memories of family and fun,
when we talked until the setting of sun.
Memories of washing our fifty-seven Ford,
and wanting things we couldn't afford.
Memories are made in the mind,
long lost, search and you will find,
memories of days gone by,
searching memories, oh how you try.
Memories will fade out,
you have forgotton, what it's about,
memories lost in the mind,
dig them out and you will find.
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Readily Available to Bask In Whims
Now that the rush to acquire reality is 'on'...
There are many finding an unwelcomed kindred with it.
Like a long lost friend.
Or a relative once considered close...
But a day some time ago,
Too much truth was spoken!
And a closeness felt with others lost in a split!
And that friend and/or relative...
Said something shared,
And honest words were not spared.
Resulting in a stubbornness with feelings hurt,
Bared!
Sensitivities have their own consciousness.
These emotional scenes are dropping like frost on trees,
In most places these days.
And on more than a few faces.
People once caught up with themselves...
Have been struck by the effects of diminished delusions.
With the stunning sound of wake up calls.
Today in the now like 'now' has never been...
Truth has taken centerstage.
And many know 'not' was is next for them!
No one does.
But the chances for those,
Who have been dealing with life...
Away from alcoholic and designer drug devices.
Observing the moments free of escapades.
Will probably continue,
To live life less traumatized by denial.
A choice once accessed,
And readily available to bask in whims.
For the many now broken hearted without them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Early Works - Man Of Yesterday
People call me romantic
because of what I write
but they don’t really know
that the romance in my life
is nothing but a memory
in the flickering flames of a fire light.
I’m a man of yesterday
living in the world of today
trying to catch the past
caught in the eye of my memory,
and whose tomorrows
are only filled with dreams of yesterday.
I’m a man of the shadows
where the real world doesn’t lie
where faces no longer seen
seem vivid as commonplace
that they haunt my waking days
and my dream filled nights.
Tomorrow never comes to me
only days before yesterday
when once again I’m in love
with a dream never to be.
Why am I tormented over yesterday
the answer eludes even me.
29 November 1983
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Uncertain Weather
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
He must have had a life
Maybe with a family
People who meant everything to him
A sinner, a saint, a soldier
Caught up in a war he never
Had a chance to start or build a life
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
Hopes and fears important plans
Forgotten memories
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Schemes and dreams small and grand
Nothing left to see
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Someone who cast a shadow
Maybe just a lazy man
Doesnt make much difference now its true
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
One more to add to the total
Of those never heard of again
Yes hes gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
All gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind...
song performed by by Genesis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
With A Twist Of Forbidden Truth
As if flashes of light,
These days come to pass so fast.
And those hanging onto vivid memories,
Of times that are gone...
With a taking of them family and friends,
That from 'this' world have moved on...
Seems as if the life we live,
Is just a dream in the scheme of things.
And here we are...
Illusioned by myths.
And other fantastic historic tales to tell,
About an existence left mostly to interpretation.
To sweeten imaginations with the calling of it reality.
But how much of it really is...
Reality?
And to 'whom' do we credit our perceptions?
And at what price have those paid to distort the truth?
Or...
Could it be a possibility,
We are already in the midst of that being witnessed?
As it is being described as a re-focusing of purpose.
With a twist of forbidden truth broadening the minds,
Of those wisening with wider eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!