I Exist For No Other Purpose
I am asked to give my support,
For this cause and that.
And for reasons I should not reject.
But I have needs myself...
Few have given attention to mention.
And even though I am blessed,
I do regret not being shown respect...
By those who suspect,
I exist for no other purpose but to give...
What it is I've got to be forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduces Suspicion
Why is it,
People minding their own business...
Are today the ones suspect?
And they are the very same people,
Who wanted to give of themselves...
With interest and a self respect.
The very same people,
Others chose to disregard and reject.
And now those who once gave,
Of themselves to neglect...
Have decided to mind their own business.
And they have become the ones,
Focused upon...
As if their doings,
Will bring them too much attention.
And this introduces suspicion...
Since their peaceful existence,
Poses to others...
With innuendos whispered,
That those with peace of mind...
Should be considered by others as threats!
Even making a decision to mind one's business,
Gives others to feel there is a reason...
To have none of their own.
And the evidence of that is shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If To Just Listen
I can give you my attention.
But please do not mention,
The time I spend.
Or the quality of it.
When yours I can not depend.
I care about your welfare.
If I did not,
I would not be here.
When I'm in need of your appearance...
It is as if you have disappeared.
And I am not here to compare cares!
I am here to make it clear,
I care whether you are aware of it or not!
Am I the only one...
That has come to knock on your door?
Am I the only one...
To come to you,
When my wants and wishes you have ignored?
But then I remember too...
This 'is' all about you!
As it has been for quite sometime.
Isn't that true?
Even when you whine...
Who can you count on,
To give you their time?
Whether or not...
You appreciate that it's mine to give,
To you to abuse!
I can give you my attention.
But please do not mention,
The time I spend.
Or the quality of it.
When yours I can not depend.
Whenever I may be in,
A need to have you near...
If to just listen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Initiate A Tension
I had to sever my emotions,
From those I had considered 'friends'.
You know...
The ones that want to dump their stress,
On another friend's shoulders.
While a dumping done to them...
They feel a right to publicly address.
And those 'so-called' friends...
Who express to others,
Your friendship to them has been their best...
Are relunctant to express truth as it is,
When they initiate a tension not to mention...
They believe others should accept not reject.
Well...
After going through undue duress,
A decision was made to guard my peace.
And my rest.
With no regrets at all.
Acknowledging I am grateful and blessed to not be stressed.
My purpose is not to be leeched for attention.
Unless that leeching is of mutual consent.
And a sincerity that is deeply given,
Is a sincerity felt and deeply meant!
I have had the experience of being conscious,
For much too long to know when something's wrong.
'You know I could never be like that! '
Now say that again.
But this time give me eye contact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect Parents.......
RESPECT YOUR MOM AND DAD;
IF NOT, THEN YOUR FUTURE WILL BE BAD.
AND YOU WILL ALWAYS REMAIN SAD.
YOU GIVE RESPECT, THEY WILL GIVE YOU BLESSINGS;
AND YOU WILL BECOME THE KING.
THIS IS THE FACT;
NOW, IF YOU WILL NEGLECT;
AND DON'T GIVE THEM RESPECT;
THEN AFTER SOME TIME YOU WILL REGRET.
THEY CAN BE YOUNG OR OLD;
AND THEY ALWAYS CARRY YOUR LOAD.
SO, WE SHOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT
THEY ARE OUR SECOND GOD.
YOU CAN BE SIKH, HINDU, MUSLIM OR JAIN;
FIRSTLY YOU SHOULD BE A GOOD MAN.
poem by Jagmeet Singh
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To Lace And Tie My Own Shoes
I've said many things.
And hope to say more,
People will 'suspect'...
I will someday regret.
And those very same people,
Will still have no clue...
As to 'who' taught me,
To lace and tie my own shoes.
Or...
From where I've been taught my lessons.
Or...
The teachers involved with my curriculum.
Or...
What I chose to do instead of listening,
That got me into much heated trouble.
Or...
Those extra activities,
That came to tease my unconsciousness.
I've said many things.
And hope to say more,
People will 'suspect'...
I will someday regret.
And those very same people,
Will still have no clue...
As to 'who' taught me,
To lace and tie my own shoes.
If there is anything I might regret,
Because I am interested in others...
With an attention given I give them to get,
Is allowing myself to become approachable...
By those I already know are fools.
And they attempt to confuse my sincerity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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4 Respect Peom I Made
1.) respect count as a word
regret as another
you get what i mean
respect all you gain from others
and if you regret you totally forget.
2.) respect ain't no joke
when is was getting wrote
when is was done is was publish on the road
when is was on the road
people took it away and they hosted it, posted it, tossed it and then
finally they spoke it.
3.) respect me padre cinco madre
respect me time ocho while i count up to doso
respect me with action
and i give you reaction.
4.) Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
but don't forget to respect yourself for a good effect.
poem by Dbhker Don
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25 Reasons
1... your smile, dont have to say no more
2... your guidance and all the things you show me
3... the way you look at me when you say I love you
4... your headstrong personality
5... your take-charge capability
6... I love the way you cook for me
Beef roast, white rice and gravy
Ill give you 25 reasons why Im really in love with you
I can give you 25 reasons why Im never leaving you
7,8,9... the roses, the massages, the cards you give for no reason at all
10... the way you spend on me even though I got my own money
11... for always being yourself regardless of how I or anyone else felt
12... the way you dont trip on me when Im in the studio real late
Like right now
25 reasons why Im really in love with you
I got 25 reasons why im....
Wait a minute - I dont need no backgrounds to tell you the rest, baby
13... knowing just what I need even when I didnt make it clear for you to see
14... for being understanding when that time comes, you know what I mean
15... for your beauty, inside and out
And to close it out, 16 through 25 is for
All the tricks you coulda hit, but you didnt because of your love for me
I could give you 25 reasons why Im really in love with you
I can give you 25 reasons why Im never leaving you
I could give you 25 reasons why Im really in love with you
I can give you 25 reasons why Im never leaving you... oh
I had to catch my breath for a minute
So many emotions are coming out in this song, oh
Have you ever loved somebody? have you ever loved somebody?
Come on ladies, help me say...
25 reasons why Im really in love with you (I am so in love with you)
I can give you 25 reasons why Im never leaving you (ohhhh)
25 reasons why Im really in love with you (Im so in love with you
And its really more than) 25 reasons why Im never leaving you
25 reasons why Im really in love with you
25 reasons why Im never leaving you (Im never leaving you...)
song performed by by Nivea
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The Best Love Yet To Get
There is one disadvantage,
In being a part of a large family.
Or inter-related like many who confess it.
There will be more than a few believing,
They are deserving of getting attention.
With a love to them individually expressed.
And those who have accepted life as it is...
Have learned to give love without attention given,
Because with them it is love they feel.
And this is what they give to others regardless.
Since God has already give them all the attention,
And this love once known is the best love yet to get.
Although some with insecurities will feel a need,
To call attention upon themselves.
For whatever those reasons...
To appease and satisfy their mental weaknesses.
Thank God the trees aren't jealous of their branches.
Or the leaves sprouting from them which are nourished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once From Their Sight 'Your' Treasures Leave
As long as someone 'assumes' there is a benefit,
You will be shown some aspect of respect.
By those who prioritize the feeding of their needs.
And you might be left to believe,
Any attention you receive from them...
Is a result of your radiant personality.
There is nothing wrong with 'your' perception.
If from them you now get a wished reception.
In an atmosphere of shared embellishments.
We all keep some delusions handy and accessible.
However,
This is generally the 'observed' scenerio:
If you have nothing others can value,
Or 'things' available that impress...
On sight and can be used.
To address 'their' hangups and insecurities?
No one is brave enough to face seriously.
You will not maintain their attention!
Listen...
Maybe with a mention of disgust on their lips.
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
This is felt as you will witness this.
Especially once from their sight,
'Your' treasures leave!
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
That's just how it is...
In the land of 'opportunity'.
Where the breeding of this has yet to cease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Live My Beliefs
I respect your acceptance,
Of that which you keep...
As a means to obtain your sanity.
Never have I questioned your choices.
Although I have never received,
A mutual showing of respect shown to me...
I am not the one complaining in a campaign,
To have what it is I believe focused upon...
With such attention.
I live my beliefs!
I have no need to reach out,
With a convincing of them to mention.
I live my beliefs daily and with intention.
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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Doing What I Do For Too Long
Keep 'this' in mind.
I don't 'have' to express an opinion,
When asked.
I 'select' to give one.
Realizing this...
I don't have to give any at all.
And if I should elect to express it...
I am giving it to the one who asked!
Who they should share it with is their business.
That is 'why' I keep my opinions,
To a limit.
And embellishments done to my statements,
Are obvious for the creative exaggerations made.
I've been doing what I do for too long,
Not to recognize those who plagiarize!
And those who 'ask' for answers to questions...
Just for the purpose to initiate conflict!
They are the ones quick to disagree,
To any response I may give.
And this 'before' I give it,
Is known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Man Made
More to give...
Than a polished car repossessed.
Much more than a staggering mortgage payment...
Foreclosed,
With an embarrassment to regret.
I had more to give,
Than new clothes bought but never worn.
More than cocktail social sips...
With pretensions to put on.
More to give than compliments...
Given and sometimes received.
More to give,
Than undue empathy...
Shown to self centered people,
Who gave none to those who bleed.
More to give I knew I had,
When all material things were taken away.
I had a feeling deep within.
And no matter what happened...
Inside me it stayed.
And I knew I had more to give.
So much more from my heart...
That was not man made!
I knew I had much more to give than others...
Who spoke of death,
When their things were gone.
And nothing they had in their hearts left...
Was there,
To give!
Or to share to pass on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suppliant
Father, I lift my hands to Thee:
Reject me not!
Mine eyes are blind, I cannot see.
Be Thou the lamp unto my feet,—
Guide to the rock of my retreat;
O Light, my darkness cries to Thee!
Reject me not!
Father, mine eyes with tears are wet,
Reject me not!
Though Thou forgive, shall I forget?
Nay, though thy mercy fall like rain,
My spirit still must bear the pain
And burden of a vast regret.
Reject me not!
To whom, unfriended, should I flee?
Reject me not!
To whom, my Father, but to Thee?—
Ah! 'T was thy child forgave the sin
Of the repentant Magdalen
And blessed the thief on Calvary!—
Reject me not!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Many Tears To Deliver What It Is I've Got
I've been told I use people,
For my own personal gain.
I would like to know,
What it is that I used from them?
Since it has been my own blood,
Sweat,
And yes...
Many tears to deliver what it is,
I've got!
And no volunteers,
To share those hard knocks!
Only God has been there,
To stop my insanity!
As I sat alone sipping Scotch...
With no rocks!
I've been told I use people,
For my own personal gain.
And I suspect those who have said that...
Are finding me less accessible to use,
To accuse me of misdeed to claim fame.
When I sign my own name,
There is no proxy assigned to blame.
Nor am I foolish enough to challenge ignorance.
And to them I 'use' to give of myself freely...
Perhaps my lack of seeking their attention,
Has them more willing to mention 'my' efforts!
And what it is they no longer from me get.
And...
Less time do I give to the thinking of this!
I like to lay down facts.
Not horror stories that may attract.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Circumvent What It Is Done They Do
To do what one loves,
Becomes one's evidence...
In the doing.
Not as proof to convince,
But as a love one does.
And with a doing of it not to mention.
As observed...
People who do what they love,
Do not do it for the attention.
Then there are those who make speeches,
At social events where pretentions are invited.
And there they are...
To make unsolicited announcements,
As to what they did to do or will be done...
To show nothing accomplished.
To anyone.
But the ability to embellish is there to relish.
And people like this should not be faulted,
For what it is they most address as a love...
To do and get.
Since...
For them it is the getting of attention.
To circumvent what it is done they do best.
With that proof shown to anyone,
Who has sat long enough to listen until numbed.
And sometimes with impatience done to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect Poem
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Resp ect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you the knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
respect your friend who saved you from the ledge
respect yourself from not going to the edge.
they are so many things we tend to say
giving respect does not come everyday
don't reject, don't regret just correct
but don't forget to bloody respect.
respect it something i like
doesn't matter if your wrong or right
doesn't matter if you black or white
doesn't matter if your rich or poor
doesn't matter what the hell you own
doesn't matter what way were you born.
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poem by Dbhker Don
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Nothing But Love
My love is not an imitation of it.
Or is it an impression I lifted.
It is what it is!
Whether you accept or leave it alone.
My love to give does not depend on you.
It is here with me to be shown.
You may take some of it to taste and test.
Become dissatisfied,
Because it is not what you expect.
You may even reject it...
To find something better,
You think for you will be the best!
My love I give is not an imitation of it.
I might have some regrets.
But I know what I have!
And someday someone not blinded by mirages...
Will recognize what it is.
And that special one who comes to give and receive,
Clearly will see what it is from me they can get!
Nothing but love!
That is all I am!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Made That Choice
god came to me in a dream one night,
and whispered, 'by your gifts you are named'.
to some i give dignity,
to some i give grieving.
to some i give prophecy,
to some i give doubt.
to some i give determination,
to some i give faith.
to some i give patience,
to some the gift of listening.
to some i give peace,
to some revolution.
to some i give healing,
to some i give suffering.
to some i give love,
to some i give loss.
to some i give eyes,
to some i give feet.
to all i give understanding,
though few choose to take it....
and remember, you chose your own gifts! '...
and i thought for awhile,
and then asked....
'but what about me? '
god laughed...
'to a few infidels i give poetry,
to sing to the weary! '
god, what was i thinking,
when i made that choice?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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