In The Passing Of Their Past Judgements
There is nothing like being reminded,
Of having differences.
On a daily basis.
There is nothing like being,
On the brunt end of jokes told.
And no one comes to your defense.
Oh, there is nothing like it to experience.
And then one day changes are made.
An unexpected respect is given.
And it is nothing like feeling validated,
Amongst those who wish,
They hadn't been so quick...
In the passing of their past judgements!
Oh, there is nothing like it to experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up Above The Daily Hum
Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Extremely Rude
I have nothing against those mentally challenged.
I experience being challenged mentally on a daily basis,
Myself.
And accepting invitations to participate,
Is not on my top ten wish list.
Although,
It seems I am solicited regardless of my wishes.
And my only defense I use is to offend...
Someone who perceives,
My defense mechanisms beg for their ignorance.
With a showing of my disrespect they ask from me,
And I am made to feel obliged to deliver...
What they request from me and they get.
Since to ignore them,
Feeds the giving of their agitation.
'You are extremely rude.'
I find that to be a coincidence.
Since my rudeness would have never been shown,
If you had not insisted upon its appearance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All the Jokes
All the jokes have already been told
And so instead, we tell jokes about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
So instead we tell jokes about how
All the new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
Because they remind us about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these jokes get old very quickly
So we make up new jokes about how
The jokes about the new jokes about how
All the jokes that have already been told
Are starting to get quite old
But after a while, once these jokes
Have gotten quite old themselves
We sit and listen to the silence
And wonder about the past, and how
All the jokes have already been told
Then suddenly, out of nowhere
Somebody comes up with a joke
That had been forgotten long ago
But is so funny we can't even breathe
So we roll on the floor, gasping for air
poem by Derek Ouyang
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My Service to This Country
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
In the military,
I experienced true friendship.
Strict discipline.
And was taught 'why' and reasons,
I should and must respect.
The men and women from all walks of life,
Were dedicated and loyal.
And all could trust what was done,
Was to benefit the cause...
Of what was correct and upright!
Those without this experience,
Seem to be superficial, selfish.
Lacking a self respect and/or common sense.
And the military is the only institution,
Where young people grow...
Acquiring a maturity not on the common man bestowed.
And those who treat the ones of military experience...
As people who protect their interests,
And then can easily dispose.
Make foolish judgements based on temptations and whims.
And their insecurities are taken for granted!
And this clearly shows.
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
And glad upon my life,
This has been bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Fresh As Dawn Awakens
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
As fresh as dawn awakens my sensibilities...
I reach and desire something fresh to experience.
I want to witness and participate with nature.
I want to feel assessible to anyone that approaches.
I wish to remove every restriction,
Others may around them have!
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
I am going to pray and be grateful.
Today,
And everyday thereafter I am blessed to breathe,
God is going to hear me express how blessed I am.
And not a complaint will I address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experience Reality Living Memories Erased
experience is life real raw felt first hand ingrains
experience witnessed is etched into landscapes
experience witnessed stretches into far horizons
disasters holocaust plagues beyond comprehensions
acceptances tolerances tested beyond pain thresholds
normality security shelter food resources possessions
experience memory disaster to told children passes
experience more distant to told grandchildren passes
experience reality legend myth fable forgotten fades
three generations fades forgotten from living memories
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Inferiority
Inferiority
Experience which convince me
that I am not as good as the other
And consequently not to belong with them
if not best as they are
It seems a feeling of humiliation
especially if they make fan out of me
Such experience someone controls me
causes pain and delight in my misery
And these are common ‘jokes’
that leads me into my inferiority
However the fear was masked and heed inside
a withdrawal from my humanity
This feeling is not stranger in me
yet this is the cause of running away
Yet the far I am from me
the unprotected and vulnerable me-be
One way is to ‘project’
the feeling I thought of the other people
Another unhealthy way to handle
that I usually do to prejudice my inferiority
And it is clear humiliation
and nothing to do with humility
That is why the result from the acceptance
of my limitation is painful reality
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Experience consists of experiencing that which one does not wish to experience.
Sigmund Freud in Jokes and Their Relation To The Unconscience
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Our specious present as such is very short. We do, however, experience passing events; part of the process of the passage of events is directly there in our experience, including some of the past and some of the future.
quote by George Herbert Mead
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The Screen Behind The Mirror
(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...
song performed by by Enigma
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For Purposes To Sustain Exaggerations
When one speaks from experience,
And not from visions that are embellished...
It is difficult to call one like this a liar.
Especially when what has been mentioned,
Is validated and confirmed by documentation.
When one speaks from experience,
It becomes unnecessary to reflect...
With self indulging introspection.
Like others who accept invitations to entertain,
For purposes to sustain sugar coated exaggerations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Witnessing Of This Done
Why would it surprise you,
That those with the least amount of life experience...
Are the first to express,
Their opinions about someone else.
And needless to say,
From an unchallenged and comfortable point of view.
Within a boxed in comfort zone!
Only those experiencing their lives,
To adventure on their own...
With a witnessing of this done,
On a daily basis.
And implementing their deeds to accomplish...
With a feeding of curiosity that inspires,
Are the ones critiqued with a passing of judgement.
Which is for them as familiar as opinionated people.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was All Too Glad
it was just a passing moment
i was there
and i was all alone and
i only watched
what was happening
around me
i did perhaps say some
words
but only to describe
i did not subscribe for change
neither did i support
a revolution
it has nothing to do with cowardice
but more of
respect for the passing of
the moment
where i am not even
an important part
i was immersed in that passing moment
feeling like a river
or a sleeping fish
or perhaps it was more of me as a rain
falling to the grass
seeping on the soil
without so much noise
it was smooth experience
nothing tight
it was not tragic
but more only of
the clock ticking
it was more of the waiting rather than the going
really
and when i finally leave
as we were meant to be
or wont to do
i know
i was all too glad.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet -On Experience
One cannot learn from experience always,
For Knowledge is a sea; experience, Lake;
Some learn the same in hours or weeks or days;
Some never do all life, forever fake.
Experience implies one had done mistakes;
It is much wiser to learn from others;
To forget knowledge too, experience makes;
A continued process, it is, brothers.
Experience can't vouchsafe a man is wise;
And wisdom comes to one who God well loves;
Too much of experience could turn a vice.
All need not see the burst of bombs or stoves.
By experience, no man should turn haughty,
Nor should he try to be with peers, naughty.
poem by John Celes
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Time and Experience
I found the past in my present
I built the future on my past
I found the gift of today
When I thought about what
The future has to offer
Where is the wisdom in experience
If there is no folly in wisdom
What's the real meaning of death
If our spirits live forever
Times never change
But circumstances do
I'll let mystery play with the future
Surprises couple with the present
And experience mourn the past
Because sun always rises from the east
And each day always comes to an end
Experience is not chained to wisdom
Nor is folly tied to bad results
But to the circumstances that burden
Our past, present and future because
Time is always anxious for the future
Experience loves the present
And wisdom never divorces the past
poem by Benaiah Sondashi
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Experience Cosmic Whisper
experience
mind
non-talkative
experience
past
present future
experience
time
as eternity
split
second
causality
single
moment
eternity
cosmic
whisper
eureka
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It's the same thing that drives people to want to experience sexual pleasure or have one too many drinks. We all want to experience the other, and to get out of our daily existence.
quote by Adam Arkin
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The Poetic Experience
writing for me is like hammering
a nail... you keep pounding till
it's driven. what i have tried
to do, in collusion with others,
is to amass a body of work that
celebrates the human in human
beings... with all its pain,
suffering, turmoil, and all the
trials, the human experience is
still the eternal experience...
the only hope for humanity to
survive lies in turning inward.
until we know ourselves, we can
never have the god experience,
and can never truly interact with
others, can never even see others,
much less know them! we are mere
reflections of each other, mere
reflections of god... the sameness
that lies below our differences
is both deep, and wide!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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It Is Fear That Is Preached
The worshipping of negativity,
Is most effective and seen...
To thrive and experience,
In those sacred places.
Where people congregate.
And there to learn on a regular basis,
Who and what a demon is.
With reminders indoctrinated,
With demonstrations and vivid depictions...
Detailing what they shouldn't do.
As oppose to what it is they 'should' do...
With little of that or none of it mentioned,
To live a more mentally positive...
And healthier lifestyle.
Since it is fear that is preached,
That keeps those who leech...
More prosperous!
With those attached to negativity,
Seeking with a want from teachings taught...
For more of it to keep themselves validated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is A Feeling Embedded In One's Mind
The memory of losing a child,
Never leaves.
It is a feeling embedded in one's mind,
To remain as if a hole unplugged...
Can not be fixed.
There is a feeling of guilt that revisits,
From time to time.
And those who have never had that experience,
Are blessed not to know it.
Although those who do know,
What that experience is like...
Can sympathize with those who say,
'You have no idea,
How these children of mine can get on my last nerve.
Ten minutes!
If I only had ten minutes to myself.
Without them constantly on my mind I'd be happy.'
~You are right.
I have not been blessed to have that experience.
However,
Once they arrive...
Your life is no longer yours.
They will be on your mind until your life is over.~
'Oh yeah?
How would you know? '
~It's a feeling I get.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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