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Half Mast Flags

What was,
Maybe the 'is' we celebrate.

But the 'now' we live,
Deserves much more attention...
Then we give it!

To decide that a time that leaves...
And greatly taken for granted,
In a quick reflected assessment.
Has less than an impact than it does.
Is a neglect.

Although in ceremonies we respect,
There is a praising of ourselves.
With impressive feelings aroused.
And conducted in a pomp...
We circumspect in a masking of opulence.

And consciously under appreciated,
Are those moments we share...
And currently breathe!
There is a disbelief...
Too commonly discussed.
With a purpose to achieve it.

Displeased about something,
That should pleasure.
But doesn't measure up,
To those high standards...
We have allowed to fall down.
Stays fixed around our daily movements.

And yet expect,
We do...
Those half mast flags to flow,
In honorable breezes that capture imaginations.
As we stand in devoted silence.
With donations of lust in our minds to deliver.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Came To Deliver Your Dreams

I came to you.
Believing I was needed.
Believing I assisted,
With the sharing of your happiness.

I came to you.
But from your point of view,
I was in need of charity.
And you sacrificed your donations to please.

Either way,
We spent little time communicating our minds.
With more of it invested in foolish misunderstandings.
Without accepting the giving intended,
In the sharing of blessed gifts to offer.
And the basic caring to fulfill our needs.

Either way,
We allowed appearances to get in our way.
And on the day we met,
I was not thinking of being impressive.
I came to deliver your dreams.
With not a thought premeditated,
For profound commentary.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not a Random Giver

If you ask for my opinion...
Do not expect me to be subjective.
I may neglect to be objective.
With a purpose to reflect,
Upon your connection.

And if you ask from a hypothetical stance.
Do not ready yourself,
For me to sing with you...
In a tune we both can dance.

And if you should ask for my opinion,
Do not get angered if I have none at all.
At least none I would share face to face.
Since what you may ask...
May take away time I care not to waste.
Especially if I can scent a hint...
What you ask is for a survey you take.
And I am not a random giver!
Or one who is quick...
To deliver to those seeking charity.

I've donated everything...
From sperm to a raised eyebrow!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glowing Superlatives

Unloading glowing superlatives
Does not make what isn't felt or seen
Sparkle brighter
If maintenance is daily conducted
By those entrusted
To prevent it from rust

Many can choose to blow off the dust
To represent their interpretation
Of what they describe not viewed by eyes
And they are to be commended
But what isn't comprehended
By that which is defended
Is what it takes to establish and keep
Such high status mentioned to be presented

Unloading glowing superlatives
Does not make what isn't felt or seen
Sparkle brighter
If maintenance is daily conducted
By those entrusted
To prevent it from rust

When a focused attention becomes applied
With all determined to rise to such heights described
An approval of the removal of exaggerations embellished
Will then become less tolerated and more appreciated
For what it truly is in appearance for all to stand and applaud

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egoist

I am not here to shore up your bones,
Massage your ego or give you loans.
Not here to serve you, make you feel good
I do have some feelings I'm not made of wood.
You expect silence and no complaint,
Whilst your behavior would try a saint.
Your far too demanding your standards too high,
And all to often you make weaker men cry.
So farewell to you and our your stupid fights
No more of the bad moods or sleepless nights.
Enough of your leering enough of your lust,
I won't let you force me into the dust.
So I'll leave for now and I don't wish you well
And all I can say is I'll see you to hell.

poem by Paul Brookes
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Frustrations Cursed

If we show You neglect...
Neglected are our lives reflected.
If we expect to be comforted,
Without giving You
The attention we must that is due...
To release us in a peace,
That soothes.
No comfort comes that subdues!
Since we forget...
Who You are that has kept us,
Living in a World
Twirling in a Universe.
Swirling in a pattern...
Only You have made and created to happen!
Without the trust in You,
To deliver us from these times affixed and glued.
We will remain thoughtless without hint or clue...
Why our frustrations cursed,
And thirsted.
Leave us rushing in a collective gloom...
We perfect and decide to choose,
In a destructive blossoming bloom...
With each bomb that drops and booms!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Sell Their Souls

Impulsive and full of himself.
That is the image of the legacy he leaves.
Incompetent?
That is not the right word.
Connected!
That's it.
Once you know someone who knows someone else...
That doesn't take intelligence, common sense,
Or even a thought process to distinguish between the two.
People sell their souls to acquire a certain status.
And to have that shared with just a few...
Eventually makes a fool respectable.
And no one in their right mind would allow an idiot,
To achieve anything of dominance.
But then again...
This assessment by now should be obvious.
And a painful admission experienced by many,
Who have allowed themselves to believe
Anything he represents has depth.
Or a consiousness connected.
Although connected he is to those of like minds!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can I Give That

Thank you for helping me,
Protect my steps.
Happy I am that my seriousness,
Has convinced you...
My footprints made,
Were placed in a direction...
To be respected as I thought,
You too wanted kept.

And now that I know,
My best efforts...
You prove you wish not to neglect,
I am happy you now see...
It is about maintaining one's integrity.
And IF you express a giving of this to me...
I have nothing but that,
From me to you to show I can and will do.

You deserve the best.
But how can I give that,
If you take for granted my seriousness?
And my seriousness to deliver...
You should always expect.
In fact...
I would not mind if you demanded it.
Since this will tell me our feelings are mutual.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Together Again

I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
How can you demand,
When I've asked from you something?
I don't think I should command.
Or expect respect.
That should be given.
Of that I do not neglect.
And you expect it?
When you neglect it?

I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
I try to be hospitable.
I don't welcome with attacks.
To bite and then regret.
To greet and meet to leave upset.

I am not like you.
I welcome not condescend.
Nor do I solicit attention,
To be focused on me.
Using that as a forum,
To exploit me on the scene.

I am not like you.
I could never be like that.
But I can be quite indignant,
When I learn I've been scandalized...
Behind my back,
By you.

I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
Bitter.
And unable to forgive.
Baiting to become the center of attention.
And using me as the subject,
Of your sorrows.

I am not you,
But you are just like that.
And that is why you and I,
Have no tomorrows...
To await for apologies to soothe.
With alibis and excuses too.

I am not you,
But you are just like that.
And that is why you and I,
Could never experience another forever,
Ever together,
Again.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get One's Point Across

It is not easy,
To capture the attention of the minds today.
Whatever the message relayed,
Has to be quick with a meaning attached to it.
With content that is agreed upon,
To leave those listening...
With some comprehension left to discuss.

And...
If delivering the message naked,
There is a benefit of an allowance...
To have what is not heard when first spoken,
Requested to be said over and over again.
From every possible angle to get one's point across.
Ensuring the bare essentials are remembered and understood.

Today...
We must try 'everything' deemed necessary,
To reach the minds of our overexposed children...
With a purpose to prepare them and their minds,
For the world in which we live.
Protecting them from reality is not going to do it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Many Caring Less

I have a respect for accepted correctness.
With a doing of my best,
To give from me what is expected.
Although I must confess,
In doing that which I wish to achieve...
There seems to be so many caring less,
As to how others they mistreat...
But want for themselves shown no neglect.
With an attention given to them as if they were royalty.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing My Best Was Yet To Come

The only thing that mattered to you,
Was the making of impressions.
Not strengthening our relationship.
That became a daily game,
You enjoyed playing with.

So obsessed with the obtaining of bling,
You lowered your standards...
To having basement flings,
With those who provided...
Temporary feelings of reaching success.

And even though I left you,
Knowing my best was yet to come.
I was never in doubt I had to succumb,
To lower my standards to be someone's trash.
Just to prove I could get notoriety and have cash.

And from nothing I could do it.
But you couldn't wait,
To satisfy your lust for a certain taste.
And having cash in hand just to celebrate,
Is not the only reason I've cemented to pave my way.

I was born to create from nothing.
To touch, feel and be felt.
And never could I say,
The life you have had asistance to live...
Has not bestowed upon me my own blessings.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vituperative And Harshly Censorious

You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.

And I say...
Where are your efforts to address?
Since you are quick to express your displeasure.

And then you wish to measure,
And evaluate time.
You want to vocalize how yours,
Is more important than mine.

You want to expose your excuses,
To reduce critique.
You want others to perceive,
Your opinions are sought.
As if this 'deed' is impressive enough to leave.

You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.

But I am sure they've come to realize,
There is insecurity hidden,
Underneath your weak tirades tired and tried.
Expressed with intemperate, vituperative...
And harshly censorious language!

'Huh?
What did you call me?
What did you just say?
Did you call me 'stupid'? '

No!
Those affirmations I leave to you.

'Oh.
I'm glad you do.
Because those 'imaginations'...
Which they are not.
But if they were...
Would belong to me! '

Yep!
I totally agree.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remembrance Day

Remembrance Day.

Poulters Measure

This day when we recall; the fighting men who fall
We stand erect, heads bowed in silence to show our respect.
For men who died for freedoms cause; who gave their all
Who made the supreme sacrifice, dying to protect.
The right of all men to be free: Answered the call.
But we forget although we demonstrate our deep respect.
The lessons taught by history. Ignored by all
Soldiers on either side die to no effect.
Now though we stand in silent respect to recall
The men who fell.I can see no reason to expect
that things will change sufficiently, if at all
I fear the future looks to be a grim prospect.
This day set aside to remember all the men who fall.
with due respect; but sadly say that I suspect
Remembrance Day makes no difference at all.

Sunday,06 November 2001
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Obviousness of It

I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!

I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.

To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.

Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!

There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!

I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!

I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!

I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!

I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why I Prefer To Live Alone

Give me a moment.
I want to find a specific way,
To tell you this.

Okay...
The reason why I prefer to live alone,
Is the company I sometimes can not avoid to keep.

Some people have a legitimate feeling,
That is sincerely felt as it is meant.

Some people need another presence,
To keep control of a conversation focused on themselves.
I have been in contact with these kinds of people,
On many occasion.
With a wish to exit as quick as possible.
And I was able to do that,
Because i was not in my own home.

Some people are just into themselves subconsiously.
With a unending 'Not-a-breath-to-take-zeal'
That creates an atmosphere squeezing the freshness,
Out of a peace that reduces a hospitality one ceases.
And...
This might be mistaken for boredom!
And i like to maintain a cordial presence one feels.

However,
Making no mistake of it at all...
I find sometimes your presence,
Leaves me with a headache.
And sometimes I can take it.
But on days like these that I want my peace.
You disturb that willingness I had to share it!

Give me a moment.
I want to find a specific way,
To tell you this.

I like to keep a flow of communication,
That is invitational.

You on the other hand,
Seek an audience to deliver devoted attention.
That kind of activity,
Wears me out.

Today...
I am feeling,
Less the member of an audience.
And more like...
I would love to see a performance,
Come to a close.

Like...
I want my door closed.
So I can be left alone to take a nap.
You understand that...
Don't you?
That's why I prefer to live alone.

And...
I am yearning my preference for that now!
But...
You are welcome to stay as long as you wish,
Under those conditions...
Knowing I have a great love,
Right now...
For solitude!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am In Total Agreement With Your Assessment

I am in total agreement with your assessment.

It is difficult to live with limited funds.
Budgeting to pay for shelter, food and utilities.

I am in total agreement with your assessment.

It is difficult to witness others live being deprived.
While their lives are being ignored.
And/or exploited in a hussle to keep them needy.

I am in total agreement with your assessment.

So many now are forced to descend from high horses.
And getting a taste for the first time,
How life is lived without good credit scores.
Or multiple opportunities coming to knock at their doors.

I am in total agreement with your assessment.

Very few are not so quick to pass judgement these days.
And knowing from my own experience...
How to remove myself from someone stunned.
Learning they too have become shunned and 'thumbed'
By the very same ones they supported,
At the expense of their own inhumanity.

I am in total agreement with your assessment.
But do not believe,
I am here empathetic and prepared to embrace your pain.
I've already been numbed by your reaction to mine.
I see nothing in that to aid my benefit with gain.

Like I said...
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is so vivid.
As if I'm still living it with too much acceptance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love -the false saint

I am
so sick
of so many
poems and songs
full of love as in fact
there is none a bit of'' take''
can make you hate so much as
deep as a bit of ‘'give'' can make
you rise high in love, disrespects are not
allowed till it falls out as much as respect
demands before fall in it as we can be
so much unfaithful as much as we
can go deep in love as much as
we can believe to disbelieve
each other till we can
sing sweet songs
hiding
the intension as it will die as soon as unintentional truth
will come out from the wallet of us praising the saint love
who is in deep meditation to satiate his own greed and lust.

copyright @2012

poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Heart's Corner, , , ,

moments of laughs spent together, ,
moments of smiles spent together, ,
moments of fights spent together,
moments of busy ness spent together, ,
somethings discussed together, ,
some solutions found toghether,
way of living discussed together, ,
discussed and decided to be together..

will always be remembered in this life and even after, ,
may you always b happy even after me, ,
well i hope u always reign to b seen after me,
high up in the bright sky, ,
ur name flutters, ,
i know you u want the whole sky to be urs, ,
may u ask 4 all n get more then wht urs, , ,

the sun rises, , the sun sets, ,
the moon rises, the moon sets, ,
the stars sparkle, , look cute,
i admire them in totally a silence soo mute,

my heart throbs with each of ur word said,
what if you never said,
how much you loved me, ,
but still feel u around me, ,
set even my mind according to it, ,
well ill always need my heart to remind me of it, , ,
cos u r the corner of my heart, , ,
who's never ever apart! ! ! ! !

luv ya, , , , , my life, , ,

poem by Pooja Mehta Shah
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Celebrate

Act of love
Is a luxury
The suit he wears
Belongs to me
The road is long
Seven thousand miles
Soldier talk
And uniform
We can live
I can live
Celebrate
Celebrate
We can live
I can live
Celebrate
Celebrate
She rag doll
Keeps him warm
This negative
Shows no form
He salutes the crowd
Go west young man
Run run run
The hollow man
We can live
I can live
Celebrate
Celebrate
We can live
I can live
Celebrate
Celebrate
To a distant land
Sand and sand
Touch to touch
A marble man
The house is glass
Furnitures chrome
Soldier talk
And uniform
We can live
I can live
Celebrate
Celebrate
We can live
I can live
Celebrate
Celebrate
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Beauty of Silence Reminds Me of You

It's silence,
I can let my thoughts free,
I can listen the flow of water, the leaves rustling, the breeze,
I can think of nice moments that we lived, you and me.

Silence is wrapping me,
I'm seeing your footprints in the sand as you go,
Washed away by the sea in its torment,
As the beautiful moments that we had and we have lost.

Silence is beautiful, makes time to stop,
Makes us relive those throbbing moments,
That we shared once,
That we'll never forget.

I adore silence,
Beauty of silence reminds me of you,
I thought of you in my silence,
Did you ever thought of me, my love?

poem by Cristina Teodor
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