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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Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
quote by Albert Camus
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Nothing Stays to Stick
Opportunities do not alone come,
To arrive without connections.
Very few doors open or close...
If they are not attached to hinges.
How many can say they sit,
Inside a house without a roof?
A home is not a home...
Unless someone lives in it,
To make that proof.
And who can say they are truly happy,
Until that has been pursued?
A quality of life is only quality obtained...
When all pieces come together,
And everyone is participating...
With no one deluded or refusing to accept truth!
And when that is discovered...
That is maintained.
Nothing stays to stick to cement quick,
Without a seriousness attached to it!
And that seriousness is there and meant.
For purposes to have those involved...
Accepting there is an agreed upon benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Valentines` day...
Happy Valentine’s day...
On this day I wished that you were with me...
On this day I wanted to give you a red rose...
On this day I wanted to give you my sympathy...
On this day I wanted to give you loyalty
On this specail day I wanted to give you more love...
but my pen was incapable of writing...
helpless to express what is inside my heart...
unable to describe my great love for you....
I walked a lot...
I thought more and more...
I couldn`t find what you deserve best…
so, ,
I am giving all my poems to you...
happy Valentine’s day, my sweetheart...
happy valentine my valentine...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Transfixed Upon Themselves
There is only one conversation,
Heard from the me-me-I-I types!
Generally regarding their needs,
And self devotion.
Hear them express with a seriousness...
What they don't have.
What they could have.
And 'who' kept them from getting it,
After granting them chances...
To perform those tasks.
Transfixed upon themselves they are.
As if they tolerate others to exist.
Just to listen to their nonsense...
And deliver.
Whatever it is that is wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Someone Wanted Permanently
Stranger hands have touched you.
In places to me you keep off limits.
And I had been a one night stand,
I admit.
But I thought those days between us ended.
I thought we were in this with seriousness.
Stranger hands have touched you.
In places to me you keep off limits.
And I had been a one night stand,
I admit.
But I thought those days between us ended.
I thought we were in this with seriousness.
Do you find a touch from strangers missed.
And find my closeness.
Something wished,
To leave.
And your actions tell me...
You wish from me to be more like a stranger.
And not someone wanted permanently.
I don't think you mean it.
In the heat of passion...
You tell me its mine.
And mine not to let go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Boiling Water
A serious moment for the water is
when it boils
And though one usually regards it
merely as a convenience
To have the boiling water
available for bath or table
Occasionally there is someone
around who understands
The importance of this moment
for the water—maybe a saint,
Maybe a poet, maybe a crazy
man, or just someone
temporarily disturbed
With his mind 'floating'in a
sense, away from his deepest
Personal concerns to more
'unreal' things...
A serious moment for the island
is when its trees
Begin to give it shade, and
another is when the ocean
washes
Big heavy things against its side.
One walks around and looks at
the island
But not really at it, at what is on
it, and one thinks,
It must be serious, even, to be this
island, at all, here.
Since it is lying here exposed to
the whole sea. All its
Moments might be serious. It is
serious, in such windy weather,
to be a sail
Or an open window, or a feather
flying in the street...
Seriousness, how often I have
thought of seriousness
And how little I have understood
it, except this: serious is urgent
And it has to do with change. You
say to the water,
It's not necessary to boil now,
and you turn it off. It stops
Fidgeting. And starts to cool. You
put your hand in it
And say, The water isn't serious
any more. It has the potential,
However—that urgency to give
off bubbles, to
Change itself to steam. And the
wind,
When it becomes part of a
hurricane, blowing up the
beach
And the sand dunes can't keep it
away.
Fainting is one sign of
seriousness, crying is another.
Shuddering all over is another
one.
A serious moment for the
telephone is when it rings.
And a person answers, it is
Angelica, or is it you.
A serious moment for the fly is
when its wings
Are moving, and a serious
moment for the duck
Is when it swims, when it first
touches water, then spreads
Its smile upon the water...
A serious moment for the match
is when it burst into flame...
Serious for me that I met you, and
serious for you
That you met me, and that we do
not know
If we will ever be close to anyone
again. Serious the recognition
of the probability
That we will, although time
stretches terribly in
between...
poem by Kenneth Koch
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In The Hopes To Run 'Into' Someone Or Something Of Value
I am not a collector of people.
I value true friendships and what from them I get.
I am not one to trivialize importance.
I treasure my life with a depth of seriousness.
Too many become disappointed,
By what is done to them...
At the whim of another.
Whether family member or friend.
Too many get upset quick,
When deceit enters their relationships.
And sit they do feeling bitterness and pain.
Knowing an investment made has returned no gain.
And feeling robbed they sob tears,
With a hope others understand...
What it is they fear.
Expecting more from what has not been made clear.
I am not a collector of people.
I value true friendships and what from them I get.
I am not one to trivialize importance.
I treasure my life with a depth of seriousness.
And some,
Well...
Seem on the run 'from' themselves.
In the hopes to run 'into' something or someone of value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweep Away Your Own Debris
So clear you were not here,
When the trenches were dug.
And when the heat appeared,
Not a dropp of sweat...
Came from your brow.
And you expect my attention,
To listen to your delayed intentions!
And you expect my time to mention this...
Now?
Too much of what you have,
And take for granted...
Has been made easy for you to judge.
Including my activities.
But in my life,
What you say and offer...
Has not been made my priority.
Not to influence me to budge!
Your seriousness is elementary to me.
And there is something to be said,
About those who toiled from the old school!
Who learned to use their minds...
And not toys to use as tools to advance fools.
My path has never been paved,
With options.
Nor was it ever paved before time to it I gave.
And any options appearing,
Are those I made!
You show up to discuss,
How I should approach 'my' adventure.
When you display no ambition...
To pick up a broom,
And sweep away your own debris!
That's why I prefer you not to be around me.
To distract with aspects of your own insecurities.
Don't attempt to use my energy.
Sweep away your own debris!
Sweep away your own debris!
Or go elsewhere to play.
Just get away from around me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunrise And Sunset Pleases
Everyday comes,
To give all opportunity...
And a chance to appreciate,
What that day offers and brings.
Perhaps it is with the ease of it,
That we take life for granted.
And the existence of this gift given,
Is rarely looked upon or accepted by many...
For its seriousness,
Quickly dismissed.
Until it is realized there is no permanence.
And a missing of those we shared our lives with,
Becomes reminisced,
With wishes to see them again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finally over
It was all over in a friction of second
Relation froze and matter went out of hand
Eyes wore hostile look and completely changed
Ready for gunning down as if defeat is to be avenged
What else can be expected when relations loose warmth?
Who cares what will be the result or fallout aftermath?
It is simple game of supremacy to witness the down fall
Idiotic behaviour to go after blood thirsty call
One dropp of lemon is enough to spoil bucket of milk
Dark spot can be easily noticed on the white silk
Strained relation too can’t be hidden for a long period
Some one has to step in to mange the show or avoid
Serious efforts are needed finally at least
Its seriousness is definitely hidden in cloudy mist
One little attempt can really make the difference
One has to learn how to live with and draw the interference
Small action or little gesture can stave off the situation
One may think positive and go for evaluation
Little give and take may lead to happy solution
Why then are we not following with firm resolution?
Relations are like thin thread loosely attached
No one knows when they will be slightly detached?
Seriousness of thoughts and approach should be strengthened
Cement it further, grow with mutual trust and areas widened
Blood relations sometime come to rescue not immediately
Their action and reaction is felt slowly and lately
Warmth and futility is proved in the real crisis or test
Human relations grow and thrive it for best
It may take even longer than expected to build
Result may be known when start gradually to yield
It s fruit can be enjoyed for years to come
Any deviation or sordidness is never welcome
I shall prefer isolation or remain in dark
If simple talk is termed to dog’s bark
It can easily vitiate and lead to spark
Enough to destroy………………….
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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He Does It In the Giving
When one is given to serious thought...
That seriousness,
Should be on one's 'mental list'.
I choose to begin with God.
Followed by family,
And my love of friends.
Then myself.
With a desire to keep my wishes,
Prioriticized.
My thought process is always orderly.
Sometimes God pushes me,
To have me think of myself first.
I use to think that was selfish.
And God laughs at me!
Knowing no one could ever be more 'selfish',
Than He!
And He does it in the giving!
That's how 'selfish' He is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Them Anything To Believe!
Tell them anything to believe!
That kept policy of philosophy,
Remains as the chief cohesive reason...
Why too many can not accept,
A life they perceived to be denied...
Of an integrity wished from others.
With a wanting of it from them to get.
But learn they have been duped by lies.
Tell them anything to believe!
And those who have done this,
Today have their regrets to express.
If people are led to discover,
They no longer should and can respect...
What is there left to protect or expect,
From those giving their best but find themselves...
Totally disregarded and taken for granted to neglect.
And those who have chosen to tell folks anything,
But what is correct...
Eventually find they are without a purpose.
Since nothing which is meant to convince to be heard...
Becomes regarded as worthless and a waste of words.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having The Nerve to Excuse Thoughtlessness
When something treasured is given.
And it is disrespected and given back...
Do not expect warm greetings to flow,
From the one who felt slighted by that!
Children, perhaps...
Can be excused for this lapse.
However,
Those who wear grown up clothes,
Are 'suppose' to use far more tact!
And when they don't...
They are the first to pretend,
They don't know 'why' or 'what'
Has happened to them.
Proving by their actions...
They are as self centered as children.
Getting what they deserve.
And having the nerve to excuse thoughtlessness.
One mature would not accept this to dismiss.
Being an adult can be a painful process...
Especially when the playground,
Has been abandoned...
By those no longer seeking,
Childish games at recess!
There is a seriousness of life that develops...
That one should achieve to aspire and expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me a Smile
I appreciate your efforts,
To clarify the exits.
With an enthused anticipation,
That I'd rehearse...
The coming and goings of my ways.
But you may find those exits,
More complexed than me.
I saw them in the construction stage.
And made my suggestions and recommendations...
As to whom through them should come and leave.
And it seems my opinions...
Although not often given,
Have, surprisingly, been approved.
Please don't tease.
Why do you look as stunned as you do?
You look bewildered?
I may associate with fools.
And enjoy their company.
But I have not been invited to deliver that speech.
You see this face I wear?
A seriousness you'll hear from me.
Please don't despair.
I will be brief.
I am here to bridge gaps.
And pour down fresh concrete.
I am here to ensure...
Misunderstandings once done,
Come to an end and cease.
With a foundation more dependable,
Than the one you had!
Did you think I was here to provide entertainment.
So you then could mock me, joke and laugh?
I'm here for that too!
When my comments are through.
You don't think what I do I take that seriously?
Comeon...
Do you?
Comeon...
DO YOU?
Give me a smile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zero Zip Are The Benefits
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip zero zip are the benefits.
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits.
And poofed up blown to be gone!
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits!
And...
Too poofed with fluff and sent on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Shmooze and Deliver Smack
Like everything else they have manage to do,
That lacked compassion, commitment, devotion.
And a focused seriousness with discipline.
They have expectations to achieve successfully,
Lofty goals and golden dreams.
Based upon their ability to shmooze and deliver smack.
And the cracking of a joke or two,
Will get them a trip on a ship sailing towards Utopia.
And nothing said or done by anyone,
Can express how the odds are 'not' in their favor!
Nor the likelihood of them seeing a dinosaur,
Strolling down 5th Avenue in an Easter bonnet.
Some 'things' just aint gon' happen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Become Too Delusional
What about the ones who are not listening?
Those who have chosen,
To see life with a narrow mindedness...
And now questioning what is in it for them,
With a quality of life that benefits!
What about them and what's ahead?
How do we get this seriousness imbedded,
In their heads?
What about the ones who are not listening?
Those who have chosen,
To see life with a narrow mindedness...
And now questioning what is in it for them,
With a quality of life that benefits!
What about them and what's ahead?
How do we get this seriousness imbedded,
In their heads?
And what is it we can do...
After years of shouting,
They have put us through!
'Huh?
Snap out of it!
You've become too delusional!
Even the rocks that have blocked our attempts,
To stop us with obstacles...
Are left smiling.
I am not into torture.
Are you coming or not! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Have Our 'Issues
I remember...
Many years ago,
Being baited to argue...
About who I was, was not
And where I should live,
To do what it is I do.
I was even asked by someone,
If I realized what it is I write?
I had to look to see,
If a seriousness sat in their eyes.
I've always been blessed to know,
What it is I enjoy.
And If I didn't...
Like most people,
Who socialize without direction...
I'd be affected by trying to impress.
We all have our 'issues'...
But I am grateful I don't have identity to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seriousness is stupidity sent to college.
quote by P.J. O'Rourke
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Go on, then, and let your intent be seriousness.
quote by Donald Cargill
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