In This Honoring to Their Spirits
With each blessed breath taken,
Empowered to motivate my steps.
I ensure my efforts reflect a gratefulness...
For these talents I express.
And proving I've done something with my life,
Besides hunger for material comforts.
To utilize for selfish means.
And leave nothing left behind...
But to feed an ego and a self centeredness,
I digest to unlimited extremes.
With each blessed breath taken,
Empowered to motivate my steps.
I want to show on my path,
A journey made with consciousness.
And a thankfulness to the Supreme Being...
For granting me such gifts,
With the hopes my ancestors are beaming proudly.
And what I have done,
Has brought them much joy and happiness!
As I delight in this honoring to their spirits.
Dedicated:
'In praises to my 'kin' that have moved on! '
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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I Cherish Those Steps Taken By My Ancestors
I cherish those steps,
Taken by my ancestors.
And I do my best...
To reflect against their shadows left.
I hold my breath,
With wishes to please.
I am here to uplift their spirits,
With a selfishness to receive...
Their blessings.
And to leave my mark,
To enlighten the brightness...
Given to me to spark,
A continued greatness...
My ancestors afforded me.
To fulfill with a belief I can and will
A destiny achieve!
And feeling proud I am allowed to labor,
In this quest with a life...
Blessed with such an honor,
That ignites to incite an encouraged insight!
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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Inside Is My Mecca
Inside is my mecca.
A peace that is complete!
Released is all conflict.
My mind is at ease.
Inside I find rainbows.
And cloudless blue sky.
I feel Sun rays beaming upon me.
I walk tall with pride,
Without surprise.
Inside is my love hold.
With strength that increases.
I show bliss reflected.
I am blessed to receive it.
Inside me are spirits.
Ancestors who live.
I am this gift given.
And treasured this is!
Inside I keep faith,
As a jewel I caress.
I nourish it to flourish.
And make each step...
Better placed,
Than the best steps I left!
Inside is my mecca.
A peace that is complete!
Released is all conflict.
My mind is at ease.
And as calm as a fresh breeze,
I am blessed to receive to breathe...
Before it leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Creator Is My Manager
I admit...
There are gifts and talents,
I was born with.
I never had desires to 'be'.
I just 'was'.
And took what I had for granted.
At one time I really did this.
I've been asked where I've studied.
And who has mentored me.
My response has always been The Creator.
To which then I get looks of disbelief.
And as I age and 'try' to mellow,
Others suggest I could be rich...
If I did 'this' and 'that' with my talents and gifts.
But things and bling and money it seems...
Has never attracted my consciousness.
If this happens to come to me as my Creator's wish,
Then by all means...
Those things will come to pay me a visit.
But thankful I am and tremendously blessed.
My Creator is my manager.
And I know what for me is best.
Perhaps my Creator,
Believes what I've been given is priceless.
And I have been nourishing myself,
With the feeding on delusions.
Whatever my Creator proposes,
Is the path I follow not to oppose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Steps
Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together
Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another
Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.
Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….
poem by Kriti Krits
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What Self Righteousness Is Blessed
Don't hand me that fight for honor nonsense,
Needing to be won and done by anyone...
With a killing on a battlefield no one shuns.
When hunger and homelessness,
Greets to welcome...
Heros with no place to go, who suffers?
What self righteousness is blessed,
When nothing else is left to give...
Except the expectation of hollow praises.
And the sacrifices made,
Are seldom proven by those who express...
Such great interest in protecting peace.
Who's peace is so valued,
They would neglect with a consciousness...
Those who give their lives to protect it?
And...
With such obnoxious pretense,
They are entitled to feed upon their lofty delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Of The Basic Things
When the feelings of my hands,
Have numbed.
And that which I wish to touch...
Is left to a memory to me that comes.
I will only have regret left to express,
That I did not take full advantage of life.
But as for now...
I will awaken,
With the acknowledgement...
I have been extremely blessed.
With a consciousness that appreciates,
The best of the basic things with breath to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation Proclamation
Spend your lazy, endless crazy, days inside my head
Youre so selfish, youre not the only, one who thinks hes dead
Im paid to smile, now Im on trial, for what you think I said,
Bridge:
But I never said, that everything, would be ok
And I never said, that we would live, to see another day,
Chorus:
Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed
Captivate me, I want good things inside of my head
If I fall down, would you come around, and pick me right up off the ground
(repeat once more)
Unrealistic, un-artistic, you say Im selfish, and absurd
You try to change me, try to save me, you say Im gonna learn
Im so blind, Im out of time, youre so un-kind, sometimes
I never lied, I never lied, I never lied,
Bridge
Cause I never said, that everything, would be ok
And I never said, that we would live, to see another day, yeah, yeah,
Chorus
(guitar solo)
Cause everything, itll be ok, you know were gonna live, to see another day,
Yeah, yeah
Motivate me
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this...
Motivate me, yeah
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this...
Motivate me
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this...
Motivate me, yeah
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this, bed!
(rock-out part)
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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When money means nothing
to those blessed with the power of money unlimited
Reflecting on life as it runs upstream
I'm left amazed on how trivial triumphs
Small gestures of love, of understanding
Have etched their mark on the sands of time
Money has no place when it means happiness
Can priceless gifts bring on one, smiles?
Impossible dreams left uncherished
When sadness engulfs one in miles
Men with its power, please remember
Happiness can never be bought
It stems within to be searched out
Then you too shall acclaim that......
MONEY HAS NO PLACE - WHERE THERE IS LOVE
AND YOU SHALL REALIZE THAT LOVE MEANS HAPPINESS
poem by Aryaindia India
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Don't Start 'Trippin' On My Step
Don't start trippin' on my step.
Or try to take the opportunity,
To leave your cluttered trash to unload.
Not on me.
Not today.Tomorrow...
Or anytime,
You believe I am available...
To take part in your side show.
I did not awaken on this day feeling blessed...
To be stressed by a mess,
You think should be left with me.
Not a nibble will you take...
From this plate I appetize.
Realize this...
None of your nonsense I will put up with.
Or sit and criticize everything in your life despised.
Don't 'trip'!
Or find a way to do it.
Not on these steps I am blessed to take!
Cleared of miseries and healed heartbreaks.
Either appreciate this movement...
Or stand aside to acknowledge my pride.
Deserving I am to be served my due!
And you...
Need to remove yourself from my path.
There is not an approval from you I seek.
Nor an opinion from you I ask!
Or cry a tear...
Empathizing fears you hold dear.
Who?
That ain't happenin' here!
Dont' start 'trippin' on my step!
Knock or try to block my happiness.
I'm not having it on my voyage.
Not today. Tomorrow...
Or anytime,
You believe I am available...
For you to ruin the peace I have found,
With the dumping of your spoilage.
With me you have chosen to put down...
And left around.
No.
Comprende?
Nada.
No rendevous!
I did not awaken on this day feeling blessed...
To be stressed by a mess,
You think should be left with me.
Don't start trippin' on my step.
'Trip' away...
And leave me be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Else Is Needed
I need not know,
That you are blessed.
Nor am I tasking the time,
To see if you show it!
Like those self righteous,
With wings and halos.
Quoting highlighted scriptures...
From Bibles,
As they glow!
Hopefully there is a gratefulness.
Internally felt.
And a consciousness,
That expresses a thankfulness.
Confessions of a closeness to the Creator,
Which is The Most High...
Is a personal committment,
One daily lives.
And not considered a championship to win.
With expectations The Almighty will forgive,
Any and all sins.
As we have been religiously conditioned.
This should not be a bet...
One chooses to pursue to prove in a contest.
To regret upon one's transformation into death.
I need not know,
That you are blessed.
Nor am I tasking the time,
To see if you show it!
If it is felt,
Nothing else is needed...
To qualify this feeling.
And the sensation this feeling brings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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God Has Blessed America
God has blessed America
with the ability to choose.
And we lean to our own understanding;
not asking him what to do.
God has blessed America
with landscape’s that will take your breath away.
And we dig-up and cut-down,
and litter everyday.
When God made the earth
He said, “It is good.”
And we’re not taking care of it;
like we know we really should.
God has blessed America
more than we deserve;
With his love and compassion,
His mercies new each day.
God has blessed America
With the babies that he give;
and we abuse and neglect them,
and kill them daily still.
God has Blessed America
Oh how he blessed us so.
We have freedom in our country;
More than other countries will know.
God has blessed America
with oceans blue as the sky;
and we pollute them, killing sea life,
not caring that they die.
God has blessed America
we have freedom of speech;
and we destroy; killing spirits
with the poison that we speak.
God has blessed America
The land we say we love;
But we continue to destroy it,
The land we’re unworthy of.
Copyright © 2010 by-Phyllis Strong
poem by Phyllis Strong
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In A Breath
Life is only one breath after another,
We are the ones who control our breaths, not oneanother.
A breath is all it takes,
To make a breath.
In a breath you could stop,
In a breath you could drop,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Life is the journey down a pathway,
Of which stones are breaths that show you the way.
A path to eternity, to forever.
Where you shall stay forever and ever.
In a breath you could die,
In a breath you could fly,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
Tomorrow is yet a turn,
A turn you may not reach, but only a breath can determine,
You don't know when your final turn comes.
You do not know what you will become.
In a breath you could win,
In a breath you could sin.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
Life is but a breath,
Air is but a breath,
In life you will find the truth,
And find air is the proof.
In a breath you could find nothing,
In a breath you could find everything,
In a breath anything could happen,
In a breath anything could happen.
You travel down a river,
Where bubbles are breaths and you are the giver.
The giver of ripples, of currents,
Of which for endurence.
In a breath you could loose,
In a breath you could choose.
In a breath anything could happen
In a breath anything could happen.
Follow the river of dreams to the sea.
This is eternity you will see.
Breath avery breath,
As if it were your last breath.
In a breath you could sail.
In a breath you could fail.
In a breath anything could happen,
anything could happen.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Just To Be With You
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
Without You close,
I know I am withdrawn.
At those times I'd rather sit alone...
From sunset until dawn!
The longer I am without You near...
Very little brings me cheer,
In this atmosphere.
I seem to feel the weight,
Of pressures and stress.
I seem to welcome a depression...
I accept and express.
As age descends upon my steps,
I do my best to forgive myself.
And I try,
But that's hard to do!
Then I realize I am without You.
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
When we 'are' together...
There is an absence of regret.
My unhappiness has left.
I feel a peace.
I feel so blessed!
And whatever is next,
On my path You have selected...
May it become clearer to me,
Your 'tests' I should not neglect!
Especially if those challenges,
Are there to correct my steps!
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
I hope our closeness proves to You,
I want to show my loyalty too!
And whenever I find myself subdued?
I feel my best,
Does not impress!
And confessing that 'now to You, My Father!
That's all I really wish to do!
Just to get as close as I can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You will not rain
I know you will not rain
As you find in it no gain
All our efforts are in vain
Problems follow like in chain
We deserve no mercy and pity
Villages ruined and rushing towards city
No more means and loosing entity
Life at standstill and no more continuity
Little more delay may invite wrath
Hunger all over and terrible deaths
Man will kill man for simple bread
You will be alive but lie will be dead
What is free from you as gift?
For sharing natural wealth we have rift
No one is budging with little shift
We need solution with meaningful lift
Air we have completely polluted
Chemicals and poisons in water diluted
No area we have left for natural intervention
Only destruction and no steps for prevention
Is this all we long for better tomorrow?
Are we prepared to be with nature and grow?
Can we not stop drive to block river’s flow?
If not, then get ready for nature’s blow
All forces combine and add to plight
Misery, hunger, deaths instead of delight
No immediate solutions is within sight
Who will come and suggest steps us right
Many may face ugly death and starvation
What is best means for our salvation?
What are the means for its alleviation?
Prevent unhealthy steps with concrete reconciliation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Is Not Up to Me
I may introduce.
Sometimes I might 'conclude'.
However...
It is not up to me,
To define 'your' comprehension.
Or clear a path,
To lay your steps.
I did not give you breath to breathe.
Nor will I judge,
What you decide for yourself to do next....
To please as you follow or lead.
Feeding as you digest!
As you acquire your own experiences.
Hopefully with choices made that do not perplex.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going To Find That Time To Be Available
I find I remain available,
For that which I am blessed to get done.
I don't sit and find excuses to express my gifts.
Nor hesitate to create...
With both curiousity and gratefulness appreciated.
I find I remain available,
For that which I am blessed to get done.
I feel that which I am able to get done and do...
Is an obligation I have chosen to devote and love.
And I am going to find that time to be available!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless Oppositions
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
When I began to do this I felt alone and strange.
Especially when people misunderstood my attempts,
To do what I desired and not seek attention to get.
Although it was part of the territory to be exposed.
I only knew of a love of it.
Ego had nothing to do what I chose!
And as years have gone by so happy am I,
To see others with 'gifts' express them in public.
I know how lonely and difficult it gets,
When others with no interests...
'Assume' they can pass judgement with senseless tests.
Hoping to discourage those born to do their best.
To only witness one determined to be who they are,
And achieve with a doing to reflect their best efforts.
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
And...
Putting to rest,
Those who protest with their pointless oppositions.
Only those who know,
Grow from those wounds to heal to show what's real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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