Insight Recognized
I wish I knew you.
Even though I feel I do.
There is something between us,
Greater than we know.
Something in our words that flow...
That shows we have both been bestowed,
An insight recognized.
How could that be?
Without us seeing who we are,
With our eyes.
And insight that grows.
Could it be our minds are combining?
Merging and beginning to expose?
Is this a dimension we share?
And within it we are being enclosed?
A consciousness only we are aware,
And 'It' has chosen us to enfold!
To leave us grateful we have to behold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Damned If You Do and Damned If You Don't Be Damned
The choice to accept a common belief,
And not the work of research.
Has left so many in dire straits.
They who have chosen concepts...
To dictate their fates.
And now they want to find excuses...
For being lead down a path,
Without a glimmer of insight.
One that would endure...
With a comprehension to last.
When that decision upon them was given...
They chose adopting an insight,
As something unneeded.
And for them an insight they passed.
Heeding to that which did not feed.
'Damned if you do!
And damned if you don't be damned'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paradigm Zone
There's nothing left to be said,
So let's leave it!
A consciousness missing,
Can not be knocked...
Into the head,
Of one whose thought process has stopped,
Been blocked, stiffled or dead!
A waste of time occurs instead!
If a shallowness is groomed...
Room for depthness
Has long been shed.
So even if those wishes are shown,
We must gather those feelings
Inside of us condoned.
And hopefully a thought to think
Will begin to sink
Into others left alone.
Merging are dimensions...
As an intention,
To grasp our attention.
Merging
Merging
Dimensions into one.
This spellbinding parallel
Of that which is unknown...
Merging into one dimension quick.
Breaking down our conditioned concepts...
In a paradigm zone that shifts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As You See
As you see, we never die. Change dimension, big transition, faster than prenatal unconscious aware instant. There you are, nice review, what you do, insight for you, light forever, yet beginning anew.
Great love, appreciation, intense feelings, powerful sublime emotion. I do not believe I am the best this time. I will love very strong. This time more discernment, incarnate into less anxiety.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Sight Blessing Not Given
why embrace art
of teaching art
of anything with
a lot of information
probably seasoned insight
but rarely shared insight...
with hungry minds
is an appalling admission
of sight blessing not given
poem by Terence George Craddock
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With or Without My Request
I feel your presence,
As if you had not passed away at all.
As if you are aware,
I need your memory to comfort me.
And I feel you come to leave me insight!
To heal and make 'alright'...
My desire to have you close.
Somehow you do that...
With or without my request.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.
quote by A.R. Ammons
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An Unknown Flows From Poets
An unknown flows from poets.
Stirring to bestow,
An insight from within them that grows.
Imaginations connecting thoughts.
Bringing to behold fresh concepts.
And interpretating simplicity...
With such a wit and depth one sees.
Respecting language and its use.
Seductively introducing minds,
To explore other avenues produced...
A poet finds to induce in time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something About Insight, Intuition and Awareness
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness
That can not be taught.
Like common sense is not a family trait.
It is either there or it isn't.
Experience in observation seems to be a prerequisite.
And some folks are born to walk around,
With their heads in the clouds.
I have actually had conversations,
With those who can lie easily with a straight face.
And then embellish that with something else.
Not aware they do not have to split their lips...
Before my radar detects dishonesty about to arrive.
Dressed elegantly in full BS.
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness...
That uplifts a consciousness that is far less expensive,
Than daydreaming during a college lecture.
And much more adventurous,
Than sitting to listen to a professor's drone!
Trust me.
Been there/done that!
It just amazes me people with college degrees,
And thousands of dollars still owed on loans...
Don't have a dropp of common sense!
If I was the one paying...
I would sue!
Or demand my money back for malpractice.
The expectation and what has been accomplished,
Just does not provide the balance.
Can you 'feel' me on this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Least I Was...Into It, Intimately
Never again will I take you...
Upon heights of my once forbidden flights,
Of romance and fancy.
Just to hear you say.
You've become bore with my insight.
As if I was making a donation and not love,
For the nights we have been together.
And you leave me 'there',
With nothing from within you to share.
I thought you cared...
Since we were intimate.
At least I was...
Into it.
Intimately!
But I know too well now,
I was just your experience.
And it was not,
One you have chosen to repeat!
Nor would you admit that to me.
And all that you could say,
Is a wish we could remain friends.
'Goodnight.'
Wow.
Yeah. ..
Thanks.
You have a...
Good night too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonder of His Creations
Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
I am not here to debate your outlook,
Or your fate!
That has been done,
By an indoctrination you satiate.
And baited to remain...
In a routine that you maintain that sustains,
Your joy!
Nor am I the one to convince,
That a higher consciousness...
Expands and not condenses.
To retrieve and leave those arguments...
Left behind walls and locked up fences.
Subtracting and contracting minds,
As is observed and evidenced.
Since I've already witnessed,
The lack of benefit...
To that restrictiveness.
Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
I have been there myself.
That is why I have chosen,
The wealth of mind expansion.
Receiving all of God's gifts,
With blessings He delivers.
Without religious affiliation.
Or congregating with those...
Who oppose how I have chosen
To be devoted!
I know He is 'there'...
And so am I,
Here where He has delivered.
And I know the Almighty exists.
Without debating such 'wonder' of His creations.
Or where He chooses to sit,
Within His Kingdom.
So wherever you go to supply your satisfactions...
May you keep attraction them to fulfill your needs!
I am not the one to plead with you,
Which road taken...
Leads to Him any quicker.
Since my insight tells me His presence is near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Poet Time Travelers
I thought of it all day and well into the night
That for you a poem I would write.
What words can you use to describe a person
You’ve never seen.
Then a realization came into my mind
I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son
The words flow freely and never left undone.
So it matters not if it is sight unseen
We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before
Seeking all that GOD has made
And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained.
Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear
So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today
The dreams of yesterdays
The future of tomorrows
And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind
Their eyes are open - they are not blind.
So when you read what they write
It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say
I am proud to have traveled this road with you
Into the minds of man, and writing
The stories that they all understand.
poem by Louis Rams
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That Which Possesses My Life
It has been 24 years now,
That I decided to leave behind...
Every possession I had collected,
And had owned.
To be of comfort to someone else.
I had did this before,
Back in 1969.
For a similar reason,
That has blessed me...
With tremendous insight.
And I do..I can understand 'why',
People cling tightly onto what they possess.
It connects them with their existence to life.
And I am glad I've discovered...
I am life!
Not 'that' which I possess.
I awakened with a consciousness to that revelation.
And...
THAT which possesses 'my' life,
Awards me for expressing my gratefulness.
And so blessed I am to be aware of this connection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Entire Universe Shines
Sometimes I chuckle laugh
as my eyes shine radiant
with flashes incorporating
keen revelation cosmic insight
as God sovereign laughs
infuses depth light insight
in harmonic shock waves
as entire universe shines
poem by Terence George Craddock
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No one wants to know how clever you are. They don't want an insight into your mind, thrilling as it might be. They want an insight into their own.
quote by Mark Haddon
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mmm...How More Interesting Can This Get?
They've grown accustomed to my name.
And believe they are also,
Aware of my frame of mind.
They perceive this can be determined,
Because I might write something they dissect...
As inviting to an insight I expose and divulge.
mmm...
How more interesting can this get?
I may give up a nibble and a clue with a bite.
But my present state of mind and my life now lived,
Will always be one I regard...
As absolutely private.
Howver I do love those assumptions made.
Since they are the ones that motivate and inspire.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Curriculum
Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are The Ghosts
Imagine we when we are awake,
that we are in another form of the dream state.
In fact we are and are not totally aware,
that we are in different dimension with no time and air.
We are a projection if you will,
perhaps a hologram that is never still.
Then when we go to sleep at night,
visit different souls we don’t see in daylight.
This is just as real, but our consciousness
can’t remember it by will.
So in essence we are already dead,
we are thinking this dimension is real instead.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Paradise Places In Mind Memory
Shalom Vicky
peace
tranquility
safety
well-being
contentment
success
be with you
it is my second
last final class
with you today
contract
finishes
am bringing
you some life
selected poems
gifting to you
elements of
beauty
insight
wonder
truth
rea lity
infused
within them
as in you
none
are published
thought shared
with
this world
wrote
for wonder love
of mystery God
joining
aspiring
in that
magic realm
I wish
these heavenly
passions
releases
for you
also
if I could
I would
transcend
time
space
take you
to past most
beautiful
precious places
of my memory
behold great beauty
of lost places
in New Zealand
as they I were
then to share
with you
insight delight
in your friendship
companionship
in those golden
summers
seasons
of beauty
raw feel
see
let
that free
wind
blow
in your hair
dance
with golden
rays
of light
caressing
your face
shine radiant
or let
that invigorating
surging surf
white froth
break sea foam
wave kiss
stimulate
every pore
of your skin
simultaneously
previous time
time passes
season passes
our voyage lives
outward expand
into new horizons
of wave crest minds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Are 'Bestowed' the Blessings
Remember this...
To you are bestowed the blessings.
Gifts given to which through you flow.
Those blessings are for you to share.
Your presence 'is' a blessing.
However...
Your wish to be worshipped,
As if you are The Creator...
Of the light that glows.
Is not the way it works.
Or the way it goes.
To you are 'bestowed' the blessings.
The Creator provides,
Those blessings to be bestowed.
The Creator,
Provides...
Those blessings,
To be bestowed.
Remember this...
You are 'bestowed' the blessings.
To assist.
Not create to provide.
Many get this twisted.
To stir up for themselves,
Endless conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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