In Our Lives
If we all just sat and wished,
For everything we believed missed
In our lives.
Much of our lives would be dismissed.
Without realizing...
So much of the experience of it,
Has been spent wishing.
With little of it adventured.
And hoping for more time,
To waste in waiting.
As a hesitation in procrastination,
Is granted a freedom we allow and protect...
With the very best of our excuses.
In our lives...
We thrive on comparisons to survive.
To be munched,
Like a bunch of clustered nuts!
Dipped.
And surrounded by delicious chocolate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes An Absence
It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.
It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.
It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.
And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.
Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.
It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hanging-In-There!
From the gallows of mental death...
That is where they claim to hang!
People who speak,
Words of defeat.
To let it known...
Their lives are not their own!
Or dreams wished to fulfill,
They desire with motivation to keep.
Doing things just to get by...
Is a sad commentary,
For those 'trying' to survive.
Instead of finding a purpose for themselves...
They await in hesitation,
For an approval made to live their lives!
And doing nothing else but 'hanging-in-there'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Are Just Lucky
What, if anything, in a tomorrow wished,
Is guaranteed?
If the ability to experience the 'now' today,
Is an activity done that can be achieved.
Besides procrastination?
And many daily do that AND succeed.
Too often it is heard by some,
What they can not do...
Because there is no time to find.
Or funds to wine and dine themselves!
As if in a 'tomorrow'...
A lottery win will come to change their minds.
However,
Explain this to me...
What, if anything, in a tomorrow wished,
Is guaranteed?
If the ability to experience the 'now' today,
Is an activity done that can be achieved.
Besides procrastination?
And many daily do that AND succeed.
And why do those who seem to be in sacrificial mode,
Are always considered the ones who are lucky...
When working hard all their lives,
Creating their own opportunities.
'I never see those folks out socializing anywhere.
And they always look tired and haggard! '
~I wonder why? ~
'Maybe they stay home laying on the couch.
Watching too much TV? '
~That's what I do.
I don't look like that.
In fact, the doctor told me I was getting fat.
And I know I keep active.~
'Yeah,
Some people are just lucky.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Use To Scuttlebutt
Any time spent evaluating is beneficial.
And taking life for granted,
Is ultimately what one discovers...
During this process.
Time is not on hold and waiting for no one.
Or is it clipping fingernails to improve the look,
Of its hands!
They move forward,
That's it!
Many sit and wish their lives were different,
Than the ones they lived yesterday.
When they were sitting wishing their lives,
Were different than they were...
When those yesterdays came to then go away.
The problem with most people...
Being real with themselves!
And detest others who are!
Listen to those who complain closely.
It is either someone or something done...
That comes between them,
And what it is they wish to do.
Rarely is it that those who make attempts,
Have the time to whine or dine to then say to another...
'I know I shouldn't have done that!
I can't afford to gain one more pound.'
People lie to themselves.
And listening to those who complain closely...
They will excuse what they do to repeat what they've done.
And protest about it when they are denied.
To then get upset,
When someone chooses to walk away from them...
And the nonsense they have prioritized,
To use to scuttlebutt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Right There Is To Complain
You have the right to vote.
Invoke, provoke and joke.
Even going through the motions,
Is encouraged to promote.
And...
You also have the right,
To dislike being taxed.
With a growing of them stacked,
Packed and gift wrapped.
However...
The right not to pay them,
Will not get your property back.
And those who have tried that,
Have every right there is to complain.
With a vocalization done tear stained.
Remember this,
Your rights to be heard are granted.
And what you believed is wished,
Has been granted the right to be dismissed.
These are facts you can trace to track.
And...
With your disappearance into the woodwork,
One of the best rights you have,
That will achieve the quickest endorsement...
You will experience yet.
Without the need for a costly compaign.
This,
Believe it or not...
Is no exaggeration.
There you will find,
Your position taken advocated!
With a waste of your time and efforts observed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Not For Eternity
Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And everyday excuses are made,
To have no time to find...
What it is we could and should do.
Complaining and delivering faults,
Have found many to accept this as their expertise...
With a choice to expose this as a gift.
And without solicitation...
This craft upon others is released.
Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And yet there are those who say they can not afford,
To waste their patience...
On something they rather ignore.
And ignore they do...
Themselves.
Commitments made to relationships.
Friendships taken for granted...
As futures of their children,
Delayed for a taste of procrastination.
But participating in something done...
That guarantees hours spent in frivolous fun,
Is given without a moment's hesitation.
Since this has been marketed as a life to live!
And aging with a maturity to reflect,
Is no longer regarded as a process to respect.
Nor is it prioritized as a positive.
And under a plastic surgeon's busy knife,
Everyone has a desire to pay...
Whatever it takes,
To appear and 'look' youthful...
Jusr for a day or a week.
If not for eternity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Who and Why
To those who value it...
Life becomes more precious,
When the thought of death and its permanence...
Comes to be not so distant,
In the reality of one who reflects on the years lived.
Fragile is this gift that has been given.
And those who believe,
They can do as they please at a time when they choose...
Often find themselves wishing they did not refuse,
To take that time when it came...
For themselves and no one else.
Realizing who they did that for...
Has either ignored them,
Or pushed them aside.
To show no appreciation.
As they live their own lives!
It is best to prioritize what one does...
For who and why!
Before they see their lives,
Like flashing snapshots.
Passing fast through what seems an hour glass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Healers
Wouldn't it be great,
If our lives were as delicious...
As that favorite frosted baked cake.
And we shared a taste with those we loved.
Careful not to waste a crumb of it.
Anywhere or at anytime.
But sooner or later realities are faced.
And many enjoy taking time away from others,
To detail each agony that takes place in their lives.
As if the only life experience to have...
Are the ones dramatized and exposed.
There are some folks who live to have those.
Some are accustomed to the attention.
While others are self healers.
And this is out of necessity!
Since they play the role of listener.
And that expectation comes with a demand,
To put their own feelings aside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Never Ceases
It never ceases to amaze me,
How those who have freshly awakened...
To live their own lives after chasing rainbows,
Assume others are wasting theirs away...
By always having made those choices done,
To do what they like in spite of opposition,
By those arriving feeling freed of conflicting dispositions.
And after years spent in explorations others did not do,
There are those living lives to do it in peace and quietly...
In preferences chosen away from everyone's doings.
To be out of public sight day and night,
Doing those things chosen to do that is wished.
Because of a life it took time to find and like once dismissed,
Without the pressure of feeling to be accepted and quizzed.
I am older and wiser and much more peaceful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We
My father lives in France
My mothere lives in Japan
My sister lives in Afghanistan
My little brother lives in New York
My litter sister lives in Germany
My best friend lives in Myanmar
My business partner lives lives in China
My favourite food is indian food
My neighbourhood is always changing
What is WEdentity NOW?
Bemoaning The Passing Of Time
The only thing luck does not provide,
Is a discipline to one who sits wishing...
For a stroke of 'luck' to get them motivated,
To begin working towards realizing their dreams.
And those who sacrifice time, effort and their lives...
Are not the ones found bemoaning the passing of time,
Sitting on their butts hoping luck to them comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Prime Time Of Our Lives
It's the prime time of our lives
And I've never seen us more alive
Now that the night has finally arrived
I'm looking for some fun and to survive
Join hands with me
We'll slow down the time
We'll dance the last song
The prime time of our lives is here in this time for us now
When you reach a certain point in your life
You better push it to the extremes
And that's what we're doing
We're celebrating dreams
We're living dreams
We're creating new dreams
In the prime time of our lives
The time is now
In our choices
In what we thought
In what we bought
In what we've got
Thank god for now
It's the prime time of our lives
poem by Justin Gildow
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She Didnt Believe
Hes going back to georgia
Because he knows time and time has come
Dont even know if shell be waiting
Because hes been gone for way too long
How long will you stay
Boy you dont got nine lives to waste
How long will you stay
Saving time losing grace
She believed every word he told her
About the troubles and how they start
She didnt listen to the laughter
She only listened to her heart
How long will you stay
Boy you dont got nine lives to waste
How long will you stay
Saving time losing grace
She didnt believe
She didnt believe
She didnt believe
She didnt believe
He made a promise to no one
That he could right a wrong
He wanted to do something just
But he was just gone
How long will you stay
Boy you dont got nine lives to waste
How long will you stay
Saving time losing grace
She didnt believe
She didnt believe
She didnt believe believe believe
She didnt believe what they told her about her lover
Nothing left bet her tears and theirs were laughter
Forever after
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God Has Blessed
God has blessed our lives
God has helped us to survive
In all life's pleasures 'n pains
In all sorts of losses 'n gains
God has blessed our lives
God has helped us to survive
And has kept our spirits high
In all life's weather cool or dry
God has blessed our lives
God has helped us to survive
And he is the one who has shown
Life's nice days and bright morns
God has blesses our lives
God has helped us to survive
And he has given us sunshine
In the form of parent's loving wine.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Minds Deluded With Excuses Are Not Included
One almost has to be a self hypnotist,
To remain focus and not force...
A creativity to flow and exist.
Discipline is part of it and has to be desired.
One without a love for what it is they do,
Will not be motivated, achieve or inspire.
Since the combination of these three,
Has nothing to do with procrastination.
And many who are turned off by work,
But wish for 'perks' to be delivered to their lives...
Are not suitable to produce,
And expect to waste time.
Minds deluded with excuses are not included.
This kind of seduction for them,
Has not been prioritized.
Or on an agenda they ensure thrives and keeps alive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Has a Way of Helping Folks Re-evaluate Priorities
Most people spend most of their lives,
Playing hide and seek.
Not realizing their chosen places to hide,
Have not been that secret.
Nor have they been well hidden.
They waste time.
And all of it theirs!
When they decide they are prepared to be found...
There are very few who care,
Where they were or how they've been.
And they discover too late...
People who they have played with...
Have lives of their own.
And few have wasted theirs,
Wondering where to look...
For something they have long forgotten.
Or can remember what it was,
They sought...
Someone else thought they would miss.
Time has a way of helping folks re-evaluate priorities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pledge Allegiance
I pledge allegiance to this land
Where heroes protect every woman and man
The flag that represents freedom and choice
The flag that gives us all a free voice
And on September 11th, when our nation was attacked
We all came together and we fought back
In the midst of terror, many heroes died
They fought to save others and in the end sacrificed their lives
They didn't think twice as they ran toward the fallen cries
All they could think about was to save those victims' lives
Though they have fallen we can still hear freedom ringing in their voice
From the battlefields to the white house we all had to learn to survive
The tragedies on September 11th left a whole nation to mourn and cry
Now we live on to protect our flag's integrity
From the people who just don't seem to see what our nation sees
Though they attack us, never will we fall
I give a salute to the firefighters and soldiers lost on that day
Together we mourn for the victims who had to lose their lives that way
But in their deaths, our nation finally saw
That no matter how much they try, together we cannot fall
So, I pledge allegiance to this land
Where heroes protect every woman and man
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here To Leave Their Garbage
I don't allow myself or my time to be played with.
What would be the point to lay back and waste it?
Or complain about others,
Taking their lives too seriously?
Isn't that the purpose?
Neither the time or the experience to live it,
To do 'something' beneficial...
Was not meant to whine and dine,
With a trashing done to take for granted.
Is that the reason why we all are here?
I would think we would want to do our best,
With an appreciation expressed somehow.
However...
Many believe they are here to leave their garbage,
For someone else to clean up behind them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without An Effort
Few who live exist,
To ponder the what ifs of life!
Although many sit,
To experience...
The benefits of procrastination.
And this activity one does quite a bit.
With a hesitation done,
As if what is wished...
Will materialize,
Without an effort from them...
To prove to themselves or to anyone,
What it is desired to them soon comes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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