Imposing Upon A Patience Given
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Time is too precious,
To delay an agenda prioritized...
With eyes set to realize,
Things needing to get done.
And accompanied by motivation.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Much like feeding a craving to quickly satisfy a whim...
With the hopes someone mentions a noticeable difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Thing' About Time
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
Being on time some define,
Is stated for the purpose to be on it and not late.
Others will take it and waste it as they see fit.
Not arriving before or on time at all.
Just to have another irritated losing patience...
Awaiting to hear an excuse someone makes.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
And long past the hour,
Someone appears in an atmosphere...
That by the minute is getting sour.
And more time is spent,
Listening to inventive excuses...
Describing why they had not called,
To apologize at all.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
With no sign of respect...
To the one that is questioned,
Why is it they seem to be quite upset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Dripping Of Their Own Sweat
Some people say the most ridiculous things,
In the defense of their own ignorance.
Why would someone,
With a consciousness firmly based in ego...
Believe someone would use their name,
To promote creative efforts...
Where their name does not clearly appear?
Near or far or anywhere?
~But it was me who inspired your talents.~
'Huh?
Excuse me...?
You said what? '
And I tried in my mind to convince myself,
What I am listening to them express...
Makes sense.
'Huh?
Excuse me...?
You said what? '
I do my best to give those 'props' where deserved.
And to whomever they belong!
'How' with an 'ever',
If I make the effort...
AND do the deed with my own supplied energy,
And with a motivation to get those deeds done...
The last thing on my mind,
Will be praising someone else's procrastination.
That lacks in initiative, passion or desire!
'Guess who wants to get paid,
For the dripping of their own sweat?
Guess? '
I do enjoy going to the amusement parks!
But to reside in one like some do...
In their minds?
Does not attract my ambitions for some reason!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation
Love isn’t any motivation
Wealth isn’t any motivation
Health isn’t any motivation
Create not more confusion
Inspiration and motivation is a pair
Imagination follows and is near
Near enough to make you desire
Near enough to make you crave instead of tire
Like the nutrients that enhance the growth of a plant
Motivation is the force from your self within
The invisible voice urging you to win
Motivation is when you make it routine
To implement actions to show you are keen
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Precious Time
A million tiny lights are strung across the western sky
They burn to light our mission
But its just a million lonely hearts
Strung out from never asking why
We burn with blind ambition
I heard somebody say
I dont regret my wedding day
But somethings wrong
Its not the same
Im lonely and Id start again
If I had the time
Precious time
But I dont ask much
Just to keep in touch
And waste a little of your precious time
Waste a little of your precious time
A million dollars never justified a million lies
To jockey for position
And if two hearts cant beat as one
How can a million souls survive
In this world of suspicion
I heard somebody say
I dream about my wedding day
Through lonely nights
I dream of you
A lover though a friend would do
Id find him if I had the time
Precious time
But I dont ask much
Just to keep in touch
And waste a little of your precious time
Waste a little of your precious time
And just a smiles enough
Just some of that human stuff
And waste a little of your precious time
Precious time
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Precious Things
Some people guard their money
as being the most precious thing
in their lives.
Some people worship their loved ones
as being the most precious thing
out side of heaven they will ever get.
Some people declare to everyone
they have no precious things at all,
but their way of thinking has a tiny flaw.
Everyone will have something precious,
something that they would
give up their lives for.
Something so dear to them
it is worth every sacrifice they have to make
so long as they never lost if from their lives.
12 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Just Another Useless Gift Given
Everyone is born with a gift.
But not too many realize,
Having a gift without initiative...
Motivation and drive,
With discipline and sacrifice...
To see that gift thrive to heights,
Is just another useless gift given...
One takes for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Appreciation For The Highs And Lows
I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.
And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.
Something inside of me arrived long ago.
A comprehension to understand...
Yearning without earning,
What I wanted was not going to be...
In stars that glowed.
And the wearing of fine clothes,
Was not prioritized as my objective.
With lessons taught and disappointments bestowed,
I learned that patience wasn't everything I need to know.
I needed to know the connection between hard work, sacrifice...
And arguments I've settled with discipline in stubborn fights,
Helped me open my eyes...
To the kind of world this is I am blessed to live in.
BLESSED.
Without those selfish expectations.
I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.
No!
I learned to tie my own shoes,
Before I was able to walk.
And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.
And...
The clearing of weeds off my own path,
Began a process of adventure through hills and valleys...
With an appreciation for the highs and lows,
That never seem to end.
And 'if' that is my task to last...
Who's journey is this I've been given to enjoy?
And FREE.
At no charge to me.
But to live it as it is with a gratitude expressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It's Wanted
Make it wished,
To make it happen.
Do that now!
And don't forget.
Make it wished,
To make it happen.
Do that now!
And don't forget.
Make it wished,
with a doing.
And don't dismiss,
The time you get.
Many waste their minds and time,
Hoping for things.
And they do nothing,
To make them happen.
Many think that if they sit,
Their dreams will appear.
And nothing comes...
But lots of napping.
It it's wanted,
You will get.
But it takes more,
Than just a wish.
If it's wanted,
You will get.
And if it's wanted,
Don't just sit...
To wish for it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats Motivation
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Colin, I want you to use your imagination
You wake up one morning and you ask yourself
Why am I so exciting?
What makes me dramatic?
Youre trying to say something about yourself
The dazzling crime of wisdom
You fall for reality
Youre bruised and bewildered
Then you learn to fall in love with yourself
Thats motivation
You raise yourself high
Presenting your soul
You step from the shadows
You hear the command
An image to dream
You tremble permission
Tomorrows rewards bloody skies of today
Youll step out of time
Into lifes every dream
A life of such powerful meaning
Now you has class
Now you has splash
Now you has mass motivation
Heres an image I can recommend
Heres a product you will die for
Heres a nightmare that will never end
Get you fired upp burning go oh oh
You know you got something
You know you got style
We dont take much just a little bit
Thats motivation
Welcome to the world of your dreams, colin
Where you can be what you want
Commit horrible sins
And get away with it
Lust
Gluttony
Pride
Anger
Sloth
Avarice
And jealousy
You know you got something
You know you got the style
We dont take much, but a little bit
Thats motivation
No more false illusion
Goodbye to confusion
Stand out from the madding crowd
Motivation is symphony
Symphony in style (thats motivation)
Its brilliant, original (thats motivation)
Stimulating, encouragement (thats motivation)
As precious from home (thats motivation)
So what (motivation)
Say what (motivation)
New (moti)
So (moti)
Now you has class motiv
Now you has mass motivation
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Constant and Self Imposing
To feel not done,
With more to do.
With more to accomplish,
And much more to pursue.
Hoping what one did,
Has represented one's best.
But no one really knows that better.
No one but the one...
Who critiques oneself,
Harsher than the rest.
To satisfy in submission undenied,
A mission with a goal to complete.
No socializing comes to one...
That one who with self competes.
And to understand this,
No one can.
No one...
Than the one who sacrifices sleep.
Time and time and time again,
Just to make something even more acceptible...
And much more easier when peering,
Scrutinized
Under microscopic probing peeks!
This is what it takes.
To make something someone loves...
And creates!
Down to the crevice with perfection,
Sealed with no leaks.
For others to share, view or just stare.
And/or partake to satisfy one's glare!
For taste.
Either to be celebrated...
Or preparing one for heartbreak.
This...
Is not a life lived,
For anyone to despise or quickly dismiss!
This is too much of a constant...
And self imposing challenge to resist!
This...
Is not a life lived,
For anyone to despise or quickly dismiss!
This...
Is only the life,
One is willing to die for and exist!
This...
Can only be the life,
Of one who can live it and persist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet-Time is Most Precious
The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Time Is Most Precious
The time given by God is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures: make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Only When It Is Available To Waste
Only when it is available to waste,
Is time then considered to be precious.
And those who say,
They wish they had more of it...
To do those things they find the time to excuse,
Are the first to acknowledge...
How pressed for time they are,
After wining and dining their druthers away.
With no thought of giving time to do this at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not In The Wondering Of 'Why
No time I have given you,
Has been for you to dissolve and waste.
Not a precious moment have I spent in the giving...
Has been meant for you to take and fake,
Anything.
When I give with decision,
It is from a choice I make.
If my giving is accepted,
I would like it shown...
You appreciate.
No time I have given you,
Has been for you to dissolve and waste.
Not a precious moment have I spent in the giving...
Has been meant for you to take and fake,
Anything.
And now there is a nothingness for you I feel.
It is much like an empty space.
A place that has been cleared to be left vacant.
And I am not in the wondering of 'why'.
Or trying to give it time to do it!
Not anymore like many times before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Persistent Consistency
A persistent consistency...
With detemination to excell,
Generates a motivation...
From inside one where it dwells.
Seeking an acceptance,
For that which one loves to create...
Will never satisfy an ego that tries,
To enforce upon others...
An appreciation shown that escalates.
One attempting to do this,
Is not connected mentally...
To the gifts they have.
Or feel blessed to nourish,
As time passes on from their grasp.
Many seek results and success,
Quickly delivered.
Without a discipline applied.
Or a sacrificing done of a social life.
A persistent consistency...
With detemination to excell,
Generates a motivation...
From inside one where it dwells.
And does not derive,
From an outside source for a thriving to arrive.
Some nights may be substituted,
For a sleeplessness...
Ambitions seduce to produce.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Meeting Is No Accident
Please do not dismiss me.
Or the approach,
I have chosen to get closer.
I am not professional at this.
But I could not simply sit...
And watch what I could not resist,
Up and go away!
Not if I can delay its parting.
Please do not dismiss me.
There is something about us,
Too familiar to ignore.
Your eyes and walk...
And patterns of speech.
When I hear you talk...
It feels as if I have known this before.
And when you speak,
It soothes.
With a calmness that attracts!
Please do not dismiss me.
My wishes for someone like you...
Recognizes what you have,
And I'm wanting more of that!
To achieve a happiness...
I know that would make us,
Joyfully glad!
Please do not dismiss me.
At least...
Let us spend a moment,
To allow you to discover me.
We belong together!
'Why' and 'how' that is,
Who knows?
But our meeting is no accident.
And I know that for a fact,
Indeed.
This has happened purposely.
Please do not dismiss me.
Look into my eyes.
Can't you feel something inside of you...
That announces a 'connection' between us,
Has come to stay and has finally arrived?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occupying Vacant Space!
I'm not a 'what-if-er'
Suffering from 'could-be-itis'.
If it is something I am not going to deal with...
It will be left.
That's it.
To sit and wonder about an outcome...
Are the activities of those who promise themselves,
Tomorrow provides them stimulation.
And those are the same folks...
Who can not wait for a yesterday to relive.
To do exactly what their doing now!
Occupying vacant space!
Hoping their faith will deliver to them motivation.
To get up off their procrastinating butts!
'Why are you so...'
Blunt?
'No!
I was thinking of...
Vivid.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Cry
Give me time
To realize my crime
Let me love and steal
I have danced inside your eyes
How can I be real
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Precious kisses
Words that burn me
Lovers never ask you why
In my heart
The fires burning
Choose my color
Find a star
Precious people always tell me
That's a step
A step too far
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Words are few
I have spoken
I could waste a thousand years
Wrapped in sorrow
Words are token
Come inside and catch my tears
You've been talking but believe me
If its true
You do not know
This boy loves without a reason
I'm prepared to let you go
If its love you want from me
Then take it away
Everything is not what you see
It's over again
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry...
song performed by by Culture Club
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Stuck In The Middle And Feeling Sad
What is it that you need,
To interrupt your love for suffering?
Do you need a lot of...
Discipline.
Would you like a little...
Motivation?
Stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
Stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline
Stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
Stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
What is it that you need,
To interrupt your love for suffering?
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
Do you need a lot of...
Discipline.
Would you like a little...
Motivation?
What is it that you need,
To interrupt your love for suffering?
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
You're stuck in the middle of indecision,
You lack motivation.
You're stuck in the middle and feeling sad,
You lack a discipline.
You lack a discipline.
You lack a discipline.
You lack a discipline.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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