Invisible Is The Injury Suffered
Those who do not grow...
Believing God, Mother Nature and Father Time,
Will honor their requests to keep things unchanged...
To remain as they are?
With a comfort provided,
To decide to do what they please and choose?
Are also hoping never to face reality.
And with assistance from those who are convinced,
They aid with a benefit to go along with people like this...
Do a mind like this more harm.
Invisible is the injury suffered,
By the one who protects their neurosis!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Allowing Themselves to Die
They are allowing themselves to die.
As if to hide their indisgressions.
They lie to themselves.
To protect from an array of delusions.
Infections inflicted,
And they still sit.
Worrying if their incest infestations...
Will save them from the grave.
So they pray as taught.
Believing this protects them from hidden sins.
Believing denials provide a truth,
As a darkness closes in.
Believing no one knows,
They suffer from their own chosen sorrows.
Hoping tomorrow will erase their disgrace.
But they have replaced honesty!
And that is written on each and every face.
They choose to be fools.
And that with deception to them is traced!
Quietly...
Although without honor or with grace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
With a Doing of Their Best to Escape Fate
Evolving.
Evolution.
A change from that,
Which does not remain the same.
An arrangement of sorts,
Has been ordained.
And although everything is involved,
That which is evolving...
There is a desire by many,
To keep revolved this reality.
As if to spin on a cyclical wheel.
To keep a sameness unchanged.
A sameness for some that has appeal.
A sameness for those they wish kept real.
There are those believing,
They have been chosen...
To be the exceptions to the laws,
That only NATURE rules.
As if Nature can be convinced...
Tricked and fooled,
By those choosing not to participate.
With a doing of their best to escape fate.
In a contemplation that would make,
Nature...
Their bait!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
People Choose To Lay Up On Their Backsides
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
Hear them talk about their pains,
And those agonies they reveal.
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
And...
Listen how they boast about,
Reasons why they choose NOT to heal.
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
People like to stay flat on their back-
Sides!
People like to moan and that's a fact.
People like to stay flat on their back-
Sides!
People like to feel that keep it real...
To suffer!
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
And...
People choose to lay up on their backsides!
Listen to their reasons NOT to heal!
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.
I have suffered this.
And...
I suffer from that.'
People choose to lay up on their backsides!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Divine Friend
You are in my mind and in my heart
and in reality we are never apart
though in forgetfulness I go my separate way
only to return again after I've gone astray.
When our need is great
and we just can't wait
we turn to You with all our might
regardless of whether we are right
asking of Thee many things with much zeal
irrespective if they are imagined or real.
You listen to our requests like a loving mother
and supply all our needs like a knowing father.
As children to their elders we relate to You
and You resemble a friend who is always true.
The light in the darkness that we seek You are
like an ever present solace You are never far
Your refulgent nature is the essence of our soul
few there have been who have made You their goal.
------------------
poem by George Krokos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Decreasing In Comfort And Questioned
Snatched early to protect a mind too fragile.
And determined by those misguided,
There is a purity that should remain unaffected...
If one's innocence is spared.
And even though good intentions are meant,
The disadvantage comes to the one...
Unprepared for the unpredictable events,
One has to face on a daily basis to mentally survive.
To become shielded,
Is no escape from that which can not be erased.
One shielded remains confused.
And is convinced truth must be avoided.
One shielded remains convinced...
A running away from any hints of truth is a benefit.
And...
Unfortunate are those forever troubled.
Running away to shelter themselves,
In places decreasing in comfort and questioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fixed As If Cemented
Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.
Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!
Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.
And it is difficult to get that across to some people.
But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.
However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!
Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!
Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.
Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.
Optimistic people love the concept of options!
Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Comfort You
Lot of havoc in the sea
People rushing endlessly
Sometimes I think it's just their way
Of capturing a better day
You keep rushing home baby
For your dose of reality
I'll hold out my hands to you
You do what you need to
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
An ocean of humanity
Some wash up along the street
It's hard to keep in stepping round
It's hard to keep that frame of mind
Trying to move with the sun
Gives the illusion that we're one
I'll be running next to you
We do what we need to
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
But when the moonlight washes over our bed
and the road slows
A lonely siren screeching 'round the bend
The cool air blows
Raising the hair on my skin
We come face to face
Try to let each other in
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
I will I will I will I will
I will I will I will I will
I will comfort you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Legitimate Observation
To manipulate themselves with a cleverness,
That has them facing a brick wall...
With nowhere else to go.
And to defy in a smugness...
An acknowledgement of this.
And yet...
Uphold an honor in being thickheaded,
Is...
Ignorant?
Foolish?
Stupid?
Or...
Are they just a bunch of folks out to prove,
They can choose to defeat themselves...
Without anyone's assistance to help them.
Take your pick.
Whatever you decide,
Will be a legitimate observation...
Of a people unconscious of imposing their own failure.
And doing it as if to show others how this can be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
That Sense They Have of Entitlement
Some of you may become disappointed,
Your requests go unheeded.
With an attention sought...
You may believe deserved.
While others do not get upset,
Their requests are not met.
And they are the ones,
Who enjoy what they do.
Like many who pursue,
Choices they choose!
Yet some remain annoyed...
By having their demands,
Not followed through.
And they need to get over it.
That sense they have of entitlement!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I'm OK
Once upon a time there was a girl
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home
Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm
Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face
Everytime my father's fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Bruises fade father
song performed by by Christina Aguilera from Stripped
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Knowledge is Mother Of Life Divine!
Only of evils in own,
seeing the path of Goodness and Godliness,
Knowledge is not mother of fear,
But knowledge is mother of Care,
Against one's own fall or care about fall of others!
Knowledge is not mother of fear,
Knowledge is the spear,
Knowledge is spear that kills the fear,
And takes to fearless sphere!
`FEAR Is Mother Of
KNOWLEDGE.
Aye or Nay, you decide!
How can one born to fear can dare,
how can one see is own nature,
fear, if governs his mind and thought,
How one fear more,
Can open windows and door?
Fear is not the mother of love,
A child's love to its mother or father,
Is just Love And Respect,
Not fear the mother of all these,
Fear only maketh one run away from Father,
Love And affection take near to Him!
Knowledge is mother of Courage,
Love, faith, belief and aspiration of oneness!
Fear is mother of Cowardice, doubts, hate,
Fear is mother of all slips and fall,
Fear is the mother of ill fate!
Only Love, The love of truth, and love with True knowledge is the mother of Life Divine!
Aye or Nay you Decide!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Fence
Around my yard there stands a fence
It keeps the outside world out and I safe within
Though the structure is not that immense
It does the purpose as which it was built for and meant.
Neighbors and strangers it keeps out of my yard
Along with their trash and pets which does it harm
I am my yards protector, landscaper and guard
As it is my beauty, and not a trash bin or someone's farm.
My fence allows and welcomes the sunshine and the wind
Mother nature is always welcomed to visit and roam
The squirrels and the birds are always welcomed in
And welcome are the bee's with the pollen they've sewn.
Around my yard there stands a fence
It protects my yard from the enemies about
Too me it makes such perfect sense
Better to stop the entering, than for me to scream and shout.
As my yard is not the playground for a child to use
Or a shortcut for many persons to walk or run
As it it my yard which I won't neglect or abuse
And the work that I do on it, it will never be done.
In the summertime there will be plants to raise
And the leaves to rake when it becomes the fall
While hoping mother nature with me will always stay
And because of my fence, it will protect it all.
Around my yard there stands a fence
It protects and guards my yard everyday of the year
To others though it might cause an offense
As though it tells the people, not to come over here.
It is my yard which is mine to raise it like a child
To cut it and groom it and keep it nice for all to see
But truly it is GOD'S acre, which I saved from the wild
Then through the wonder of nature, in life I do believe.
So as days will come you will see myself in my yard
And sometimes you might see me nervous and tense
I hate clutter and trash so from there it is always barred
Also to protect my yard and myself, is my mighty fence.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Accept, you are the wildest, right?
If you term a person ‘wild’
You mean that person is unreasonable
You mean that person reacts violently
You mean that person is unpredictable
You mean that person is unsociable
And you term us ‘wild’
Yes, I am representing that group of animals,
Who live in natural environment.
We go by the natural law ‘survival of the fittest’
We are simple and we never show up we are wise or smart
We live the present only, we know there is nothing called future
We eat only when we are hungry
We live only with those comforts nature has provided
We do not cheat or misrepresent facts
We make homes with available natural materials
We do not amaze wealth
We do not hoard anything
We kill only when we are hungry and eat the flesh then and there
We do not, however, kill our own tribe
And you call us ‘wild’
You are wise, learned and know many things
You make laws and you know how to break them without being caught
You amaze wealth for the comfort of your off-springs
You are worried more about future
Than being particular enjoying the present
You harness natural powers for your benefit
And you say this is just add to your comforts
You make use of every thing nature has provided
And manipulate them to match you needs
You experiment on us, not for our benefit
And claim that such experiments will help human beings
You kill us for pleasure,
Not always because you are hungry and need our flesh
Why you kill your own people
And say you are protecting your nation, tribe, faith or religion
With this great background you call us ‘wild’
If you insist we agree to be branded as ‘wild’
Provided, you accept
That you are ‘wildest’
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Familiar Routine
Why have I stopped a familiar routine?
I began to notice,
How others became annoyed with it.
Believing I had nothing else to do,
But to offer them my assistance...
As if I had something to prove.
And after eliminating a familiar routine,
As a practice to be involved...
With a contribution of a doing of things,
I decided my own happiness would benefit...
From the more time I now give to it.
With a doing of that I have yet to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
More Than Our Earth Mother
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And to me she remains as a source of great joy
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
In Nature there's so much to learn of and see
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little of her ways I do seem to know
Her secrets with human kind she does not share
With the wonders of Nature there's none to compare
I'll say it again I've often said it before
We are Nature's life forms that and nothing more
You who take Nature for granted you have got it all wrong
She is more than our Earth Mother to her we belong
She will live on forever on us a use by date
And her Reaper the one who will decide our fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She Is More Than Our Earth Mother
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And to me she remains as a source of great joy
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
In Nature there's so much to learn of and see
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little of her ways I do seem to know
Her secrets with human kind she does not share
With the wonders of Nature there's none to compare
I'll say it again I've often said it before
We are Nature's life forms that and nothing more
You who take Nature for granted you have got it all wrong
She is more than our Earth Mother to her we belong
She will live on forever on us a use by date
And her Reaper the one who will decide our fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Ask Mother Nature To Take A Rest
I ask mother nature to take a rest
offering the comfort of my mind for her to lull
mother nature who has been working here
working there making sure ll things bloom
she must be tired through and through
i spread out my mind with all its space in the universe
and as she rests it becomes so calm
and peaceful with her restfulness
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What I Want For You to Do
I am asked to do 'this'.
With a request to do 'that'.
I am even asked to rate a significance...
Upon completing those tasks that I'm asked.
To accomplish every one I get!
Folks could care less when they make requests.
And I can perceive how some are caught up in it!
Believing that an attention given...
Will keep me interested and content!
As if what I do is not a sacrifice.
But comes from a natural 'oozing' done...
From some 'other' source,
That's an outside device.
'And...hmmm,
That could be a possibility.
Now that 'that' has now occurred to me.'
I sometimes will read those requests I get.
But no one has yet to answer my questions...
'What's in it for me?
What do I get?
What do I receive as my benefit? '
Love?
And don't say you'll do for me,
What you've requested me to do!
And yet have I had a delivery,
Of freshly minted one hundred dollar bills.
To pop out of a box over stocked.
Not once!
Besides...
I am more original than that!
I want returned to me...
The time taken away from what I love.
Since it took me quite some time,
To find myself quite in love with it!
And not a response do I get!
Except the usual...
'But you're already doing,
What I want for you to do for me too! '
EXCUSE ME?
And those requests,
Get my silence at its best!
Since I recognize...
There is no shortage or famine,
Of this kind of selfish greed.
From Sunset to Sunrise!
It is as 'if' my eyes are 'theirs'...
And will supply them vision.
With a clarity I can provide.
And if that's the case...
Someone should get me 'booked'
On Oprah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Access Denied
Ofttimes enwrapt in reverie
I have a distant memory
but I cannot be sure it’s true
Of my mother who I barely knew.
She died so very long ago.
There is so much I do not know
I only know what I’ve been told
and that recedes as I grow old.
Although I try I can’t recall
her face: bring it to mind at all.
I feel I should be able to
but there is nothing I can do.
Sometimes I wake to find I’ve wept.
But I can do nothing but accept.
That time’s erased the memory
of the face I long to see.
Some faded photographs remain
which I look at, try to regain.
The memories I have repressed
It may be that it’s for best.
I was so young when mother died.
My wants and needs were satisfied.
By father and the family
and I grew up quite happily.
Would mother have been proud of me?
I she’d lived long enough to see.
The man her little boy grew into.
My mother who I barely knew.
Then I remember guiltily
my mother lost much more than me.
The grandchildren she’d never know
the chance to see her children grow.
But I still pursue selfishly
that one elusive memory.
That’s buried somewhere deep inside
A need that can’t be satisfied.
Perhaps because I’m growing old
and only have what I was told
to remember mother by.
I know I’ll fail but I still try.
24/07/2009
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!