If God Was Not With Me
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And a family I think is the best.
And trust me...
There is a lot of love to go around.
So much of it...
I realize,
More is still to be uncovered and found.
And as I reflect those taken steps,
Some made I regret.
I have never yet to meet,
An obstacle that stopped the movement of my feet.
Or a challenge created masquerading as my defeat.
Andrea, Tammy, Lisa and I...
Were encouraged to live our separate lives.
Early my identity was molded.
And I held onto beliefs...
My dreams were no bigger,
Than I could make them!
And I can now admit to this...
Having been blessed,
Not to lay all my eggs in one nest to rest.
Or get upset by mistakes I've made!
And glad a few cracks,
Only appeared in two or three baskets.
With ambition as my mission.
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And I have found the willingness to forgive,
Without regret to forget my failures.
Knowing my own success,
I would not realize...
If God was not with me to open my eyes.
Or provide me breath to breathe,
I would not recognize any achievement.
Or believe deeds done I could do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Blessed Am I
How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!
How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!
How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!
How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!
How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!
How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!
How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!
How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!
poem by John Celes
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Those Kind of Troubles
Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
And in recent days I can say,
Those kind of troubles of mine...
Have now gone away.
All of that seems to not exist.
I feel right now so glad I do.
I thought I would be sad.
And that is true.
Until I let go to let God,
Work within me to undo...
Those heartaches,
With the ups and downs...
I found easily to find,
To disturb my mind!
Released I feel and happy at last.
Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
I have everything more to live for clearly.
From mistakes made I have said good riddance.
I've removed from my life,
That which has been trashed.
Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
With an abundance of insight I'm glad now to have.
I have no reason to solicit and sit,
With complaints daily made...
Coming to deliver and dropp unhappiness.
And there's nothing more to say I can add to this.
Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
With an abundance of insight I'm glad now to have.
I feel right now so glad I do.
I thought I would be sad.
And that is true.
Until I let go to let God,
Work within me to undo...
Those heartaches,
With the ups and downs...
I found easily to find,
To disturb my mind!
Released I feel and happy at last.
I've removed from my life,
That which has been trashed.
Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
And in recent days I can say,
Those kind of troubles of mine...
Have now gone away.
All of that seems to not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Upon My Own Mind
Upon my own mind,
Do I lay my own faults...
Hopes and dreams!
And failures to overcome.
Upon my own mind,
Do I gather the strength...
To pull myself away,
From those frustrations.
Upon my own mind,
Do I find time...
To appreciate myself.
With a forgiving of my mistakes.
And it is upon my own mind,
Do I motivate myself...
To correct false steps.
And express a thankfulness,
To be blessed to self examine.
And...
If I have done wrong,
I will admit it.
Before those wrongs done,
Have been noticed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You 'ARE' There
When I discovered and found You 'there'...
I was alone and silently in constant prayer!
I made up in my mind,
I had to give You much more time...
To recover from a hopelessness,
That seemed easy for me then to find!
With devotion and loyalty,
You finally came to comfort me!
And I now admit I had first resisted...
With beliefs You did not for me,
Could come to really exist to relieve!
But nothing in my heart,
Can now tear us apart...
You 'ARE' there and in prayer,
I feel blessed and quite lifted!
I've come to realize,
You are my total prize!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud To Exist To Witness Possibilities
I am glad I represent a generation aging.
With an acceptance to reminisce and reflect,
Upon the times I have been blessed to remember.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer.
Although I will admit,
A loneliness when so many are dismissing...
There are phases of life that should be natural.
And understood with observations undenied.
And moving forward instead of backwards.
Or remaining down to earth unchanged.
As many aging with their delusions intact,
Would like to claim with a sameness of sanity.
But isn't that what stagnation is?
A stubbornness that is fixed in place.
With ways that begin to collect ignored dust.
And being stagnant and stale, unchanged...
Is something I don't consider fresh or impressive.
Or sparkles as if proud to exist to witness possibilities.
Not if one is to grow and experience what life is.
Or come to realize this adventure isn't here to last forever.
I am glad I represent a generation aging,
With an acceptance.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer,
As a life I have learned to live...
To appreciate, explore and not take for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found You Now
I know that you already take as read
I helped you
You know the back of my hand
I wish that we were enchanted
Girl, now I take it for granted
Your love was starin me right in the heart
Why does our pride make us weak?
While I was wonderin where to start
You were there to show me
All I had to learn
You were way off the mark
Most of it in the dark
Found you now
Tiny light, give the peace
With which we reach indecision
I guess we lived in the meantime
Till we remembered our first lines
We must have missed a turn
Still got a lot to learn
Found you now
So now we live a life of give and take
Day by day
We dont control where it leads us
If we compare the first day we met
I must admit nothings changed
I recognize only one regret
Life embarassments unexpressed
Found you now
Found you now
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Today I Do Not Stand Alone
Please,
I need no praises of platitudes from you.
I am just a basic man...
Encouraged by a mission,
That enforces me to take a stand.
And those who know my feelings are deep,
Have encouraged me to be the man I am.
I have never found my path taken,
Cleared free of debris.
I've witnessed obstacles laying upon it...
I thought impossible to free.
I am not stranger to heartache.
Or those emotions that have gone out of my control.
I've been approached by folks,
Who didn't know me at all...
But felt it okay to test me and provoke.
With faith I rid myself of doubts.
And today I am in constant prayer.
I know the truth about what love is!
And blessed I am to have those in my life...
Who are quick with me with theirs to share.
Please,
I need no praises of platitudes from you.
I am just a basic man...
Encouraged by a mission,
That enforces me to take a stand.
And those who know my feelings are deep
Have encouraged me to be the man I am.
I need no praises or platitudes,
To do what it is I am expected to do.
And if I was seeking an easy way out,
I'd be silent like the others...
With not a word you would hear,
Expressed publicly to come out of my mouth.
And on those stages I am glad to say,
Today I do not stand alone!
I am not a seeker to make speeches.
With an eye for open debate!
I desire to teach to leave lessons learned,
Some I hope are understood...
With a comprehension sacrifices have been made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much of What You Do
If you can hear or witness,
The ticking of a clock.
See the leaves on any tree.
And seasons that transcend.
Seemingly with no end.
Or a beginning that has started...
To say when that did begin!
If you can see birds fly.
A day with sunlight...
That turns into night.
To reveal a moon shining bright.
Whether or not,
Someone can not sleep tight!
All of this has us here evolving.
As this Earth revolves on an axis in orbit!
It has been quite sometime since closed minds,
Thought we lived on a flattened disc.
When one accepts life and eliminates BS...
It is wonderful to experience.
And to realize one is blessed,
Without collecting additional emotional stress.
If you can accept your life as a 'gift'.
You will not torment yourself...
With beliefs what you have been given,
Is to you a useless exchange.
With nothing more to offer,
But complaints that drain.
If you can take steps away from yourself...
And separate from your ego as well.
Put your mind on something else.
Perhaps imagining the Universe 'first'...
As a living breathing thing that thirsts!
And you...
If you can do this,
Will realize you are just a leech.
With no appreciation of this Earth,
That gives and feeds you life.
You neither created...
But somehow you welcome,
Visiting conflicts and stirring up fights!
If that is understood...
You will treat yourself much better.
And others as you should.
If...
That is understood!
But then,
So much of what you do...
Has been through misunderstanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take as Challenge
I have spent sleepless nights
To find solution and answers very right
Each time I tried for its way out
I was finding it fruitless and all about
Why at all life was to be taken as challenge
After all we need square meal and manage
Rest everything was out of reach
As people reminded me and tried to preach
I am now scared to share
As I find no place to go near
How I would try to go somewhere
If that leads me to land no where
I thought to end life with no way open
Such ideas may creep in mind all of sudden
I had not known the full potential
As life would be really proving substantial
What is there to stare at sky?
Mind think uselessly about its hollowness and fly
No usefulness can be attained with doubtful mind
It must adapt to the situation and arty to find
What we are looking for in life to carry out mission?
Is it meant for eating and spending time with confusion?
Is there anything to do other than to think endlessly?
Or come in terms with real life and spend it happily
We may breathe as long it is granted by almighty
Nobody is allowed to end it for the fear of poverty
Many more hurdles can make life miserable
Here it may be seen as real danger with trouble
It will be cowardice act if life is ended in failure
On the contrary, steps would have been take n to make it sure
No one here is so sure about his life game
One must live it lavishly with forceful claim
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Crown Of Life
THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
My baby lies against me pressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!
His little head upon my arm,
His little body soft and warm,
His little feet that cannot stand
Held in the heart of this, my hand.
His little mouth close on my breast--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
All dreams of deeds, all deeds of day
Are very faint and far away,
Yet you some day will stand upright
And fight God's foes, in manhood's might,
You--tiny, worshipped, clasped, caressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
Whatever grief may come to be
This hour divine goes on for me.
All glorious is my little span,
Since I, like God, have made a man,
A little image of God's best--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.
Come change, come loss, come worlds of tears,
Come endless chain of empty years;
They cannot take away the hour
That gives me You--my bird, my flower!
Thank God for this! Leave God the rest!--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Grown to Bloom
In the days gone,
When I took for granted...
My life.
And the ease of complicity,
I had accepted nature...
As it surrounded me.
I've grown to bloom!
I've grown to comprehend...
What begins ends soon.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.
And...
I have learned to enjoy whatever it is,
I do!
More than any time before!
Now that I know I can open doors!
And not be concerned how it was done.
That task...
I leave in the hands of a mind,
Far greater than mine.
I've grown to bloom...
To wither.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.
Until I have finally come to rest,
In the nest of eternity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None of It Is Embellished
Go ahead assess and evaluate.
What I know already,
Has been lived.
If you wish...
You can interrogate.
I do not walk with sensitivity,
Expressed or exposed on my sleeve.
Trust me,
When you are finished...
The truth as I know it,
You will not believe.
Every breath of it,
I did breathe!
My sisters and I have been extremely blessed.
You have no idea of our challenges and tests!
I choose not to look back.
Moving forward I prefer.
If I stopped to critique my life like you are...
I would have long been less grateful!
And disillusioned by a life,
I realize now I more than deserve.
When I say I am thankful and blessed...
There is not a movie or book,
That could pieced together my experiences...
To emotionally express them in proper context.
With complexing twists and turns.
Laid out with suspense and drama...
To heighten the effect
Whatever the investigations taken,
I have not lived my life...
To satiate your sensations.
Trust me!
None of it is embellished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something About Having Peace
Everywhere I have been,
To travel and/or live.
I made it my choice,
To meet and share with different people.
I've been creative all my life.
And nothing about it is a mystery.
With an experiencing of it done,
On various stages.
Under spotlight.
And alone emotionally.
And today I can say,
I would have to think hard...
To express regret.
Every breath of life I have been given,
I am thankful to feel so blessed.
For anyone to recommend,
Or to me suggest...
What it is I should do with my time,
Have no idea...
The joy I have with peace of mind.
And that peace of mind is mine to define.
With a seeking I do not do,
To anyone to explain what I have gone through...
With a welcoming of it to keep.
And prepared to defend it,
From nosey busy bodies if I have to!
I wasn't born yesterday,
With a searching for compatible companionship.
Or sharing my life in an argumentative relationship.
Trust me...
I have donated.
And my charity work has been done.
There is something about having peace...
With a quietness on a daily basis released,
That I have learned to love and appreciate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devalued
There were times I was made to feel uncomfortable
Because I dared to be me and declare who I am.
And I did not have to go anywhere to do that.
Wherever I went...
I took myself with me.
God has blessed me like that.
And when others would laugh,
I laughed right back.
Few knew how on track I am.
It is not popular to make decisions...
Opposite of those who believe what they do is best.
I did that to protect my peace of mind.
Now today...
Those who who thought me crazed,
To live my life my way...
Are dazed and perplexed,
As to why their beliefs in foundations...
Have brought to them unrest!
And my success,
Was not defined by material possessions...
Or a pretentiousness that has been devalued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Molded Goals
Give me my right to have a life of variety.
With a choice I decide in my mind,
Who and what I will be as I define.
People live to breathe in sequels.
And leeching to squeeze,
From an opportunistic vision.
But too afraid to plant their own footsteps,
If others are not pleased.
People are not free,
Or encouraged to be themselves.
And directed from their births,
To seek acceptance...
From others who have molded goals,
And know what is perfectness.
Give me my right to have a life of variety.
With a choice I decide in my mind,
Who and what I will be as I define.
People are not free,
Or encouraged to be themselves.
And directed from their births,
To seek acceptance...
From others who have molded goals,
And know what is perfectness.
Molded goals grow old to corrode.
And find a staleness solid...
Rusted with rot and dropped forgotten.
People live and breathe in sequels.
Too afraid to make fresh steps.
People live to please other people,
And get upset when nothing is correct!
Molded goals.
Molded goals.
Rusted with rot,
And soon dropped forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisdom
I've been accused of having wisdom.
And I smile and ask...
'When did that happen?
I felt like such a jerk in my past.'
I stumbled and fell,
Got up to fall again.
I wasn't afraid to make mistakes.
Nor did I have thoughts on my mind to win!
I wanted to do those things I was born to do.
I didn't listen much to anyone...
Who believed I was confused.
Since they had no clue of my desires...
I didn't feel there was anything I had to prove.
I've been 'me' all my life.
Who else could I be?
I've had some heartaches,
And suffered tremendously!
I've learned to forgive and let live.
A lesson I'm happy I have finally conceived.
I guess what others 'see' is a tolerance...
That came with a maturity.
I have had long bouts with immaturity no doubt.
And I've been wise enough not to let my flaws upset.
I've accepted who I am...
And eliminated regret.
I am not yet perfect.
Whatever that means.
However...
I am blessed that I am aging.
And still wishing to do my best.
If there is any wisdom attached to that...
Anyone is welcome to share it.
And we will both be amazed...
How a wisdom described as it is today,
Developed from events I thought were awful...
Mind altering and crazy days!
But...
I will accept your assessment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Time Zones Trying To Find Themselves
Learning from those examples set.
These days I live and do as blessed,
I can not afford to shop around...
For those 'forgive-me-nots',
To seduce feelings of stress with regret.
Learning from those examples set.
No time do I lend,
For a stopping that drops visits to reminisce.
Not to relive and rehash experiences,
I cherish but not today live.
Learning from those examples set.
Many are mistakes I have made...
To face and admit.
I wont retrace them.
Nor can I erase,
What has taken place.
Many are mistakes I have made...
To face and admit.
I wont retrace them.
Nor can I erase,
What has taken place.
Learning from those examples set,
And observe I do,
An effectiveness they have left...
On those stuck,
In time zones trying to find themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Always Australia For Me
(olivia newton-john/john capek)
As a young girl I came here by the sea
To a new home for my family
It welcome us with open arms
A chance to live my dream
And theres no place that Id rather be
Yes-its always australia for me
As the years went on I moved far away
And I always said Id come back some day
I think about it all the time
My friends all here me say
That theres no place that Id rather be
Yes-its always australia for me
Live-love knowing that were all free
Know that we are blessed in our country
And realize how lucky we are
Safe beneath our southern star
And theres no place that Id rather be
Yes-its always australia for me
Live-love knowing that were all free
Know that we are blessed in our country
And realize how lucky we are
Safe beneath our southern star
And theres no place in the world Id rather be
Happy birthday to aussie from me
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The day i stopped believing
i hate to admit it,
i hate to say it,
that the only why,
i'm the way i am,
is because of me,
i have myself to blame,
i did nothing to change,
only hate what going on,
with my life,
and everything that not right,
but, i put myself in the same spot,
letting life get the best of me,
until somebody open my eyes,
and show me what i'm doing to myself,
only make me realize,
what am i doing?
nothing but throwing away life,
watsing time away,
instead of changing life,
when life is too short to cry,
changes need to be made,
and i'm just sitting here,
making excuses for,
why i can't do,
what my mind want me to do?
mind over body,
RIGHT! !
why don't it seem that easy?
to do what i use to do?
nothing change except,
the day i stopped believing
I CAN DO IT! !
3/26/10
poem by Mona Martinez
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