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Isn't That The Reason

Why should you undo what has been done?
And if you could...
Why would you?
Who learned from the experience?
Did the process make any sense?
And if it did not...
A thought upon a mind was dropped,
To be not forgotten!
And isn't that the reason,
Someone had to do something?
If it had not been you...
Would you have been left wishing,
For more or less understanding?
And who would be there to fully comprehend?
As long as the action was taken...
Let time clarify the motive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Too Late To Appease With Trite Apologies

Let me bring you up to date,
And clarify that notion...
What you 'assume' for you,
Is not too late to do.

To believe someone stands by and waits,
For you to comprehend...
What should have been comprehended,
During times that have come to an end...
Way back when...and 'then'?
It is too late to announce your understanding.
For an effect you expect to get.
To cleanse a slate.

Feelings you purposely hurt have healed.
And reminiscing a pain no one finds ideal.
Your appearance someone might appreciate.
But your conversation with excuses made...
Has long been outdated.
And it is too late to appease with trite apologies.

Your enlightenment that has awakened you,
To the feelings of others you had abused...
Is good for 'your' experience to process and digest.
But that painful healing that took place,
With a patience someone left alone to manifest...
Without your heartfelt confession to put at rest,
Has occurred with the grace only received from God.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grown to Bloom

In the days gone,
When I took for granted...
My life.
And the ease of complicity,
I had accepted nature...
As it surrounded me.
I've grown to bloom!

I've grown to comprehend...
What begins ends soon.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.

And...
I have learned to enjoy whatever it is,
I do!
More than any time before!
Now that I know I can open doors!
And not be concerned how it was done.

That task...
I leave in the hands of a mind,
Far greater than mine.

I've grown to bloom...
To wither.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.
Until I have finally come to rest,
In the nest of eternity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Fits

I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Your perceptions and mine
Are out of sync.
I don't share what I think!
These observations come from a 'knowing'.
A something existing.
With or without my experience in the mix.
However I got it like that...
That's the way it is!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
The basicness of thought,
You can not today comprehend.
You rather glide through life,
On just a piece of the puzzle.
I want to discover how those pieces fit.
And what the big picture looks that,
To get a sense of it!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Because my curiosity,
Will not allow me to quit.
And God has granted me the gift to write...
And with that 'gift'
I choose to express my impressions.
And I am impressed not with pieces...
But the whole.
As it sits.
Using a bit of explored insight,
And an array of lessons learned.
Not one bit of them imagined,
To get the jest of it as a process to yearn...
For confirmation and less for shock.
Each time I perceive the evidence...
Someone tries to keep suspended in disbelief!
If it fits...
There is less to ponder!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get What It Was to Do Done

It has been a long time since I had been a child.
Such a long time,
Those actions I did then...
Were tolerated and condoned by someone else,
Who I respected as an adult and it reflected.
Whether or not I accepted.

And from those who taught me,
The difference as I grew.
I knew when I matured...
So few did that too.

And while they now make excuses,
For everything that they do...
Or not.
Expecting to be dismissed...
Like children throwing tantrums,
And spoiled fits.
Upon others they drop.
To do flip flops...
With something childish,
They can not stop!
I wont put up with it!
No matter how 'old'...
These ageless 'kids' may get!

I'm not going to put up with none of that one bit.
I have learned to be accountable.
And responsibility for my actions...
I take.
I have learned to embrace,
Take hold and move on!
No matter who around me,
May hide or deny...
Any action I may make.
With a mind that is awake.
I might undo it.

But...
Whatever that decision is,
It is done by me to say...
'Something'
I had to do to get what it was to do done!
Whether those of childish minds are left stunned.
To get from point A to B does not require a Phd!
Or a pail and shovel to collect sand.
I have been taught not to be afraid to take a stand!
And...
Get it over to get over it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up And Disappeared

There has been a lot of listening missed,
That did not reach either your left...
Or right ear.
And I know there has been many attempts...
To reach you.
But you...
Refused to pay attention.
Since what was said you did not want to hear!

Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
But the only thing your stubborn held fits,
Has not understood...'and' 'that' you've dismissed.
Any understanding those few were willing to give,
Has up and disappeared with no regret shown for it!

Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Understanding Has Been Acquired

Experience is not from a classroom taught.
That is a process life only offers.
To believe that one can teach,
Or receive experience...
To relieve the sacrifices that come as a reward,
Is to click one's heels three times,
In the hopes Auntie Em has a freshly baked apple pie...
Just pulled from the oven,
Upon one's return from the Land of Oz!
Could be associated with having a drug induced,
Experience.

And these things happen!
Anything is possible.

Like a child hoping to escape a spanking...
Once it has been discovered,
The family cat has been put inside the refrigerator.
How does one handle this situation?
That's a judgement issue.
However,
After the tenth pet has been found in this manner...
There is a real need to take this as a serious issue.

Now...IF,
One was to serve the cat for dinner,
And watch the child nibble on it?
That is an experience that will never be forgotten!
You can say...
Experience, in this example, has definitely been achieved!
An understanding has been acquired.
And desired results...
Develop over time,
With psychological adjustments!
Can be obtained.
Maybe a little costly...
But obtainable!
Hopefully...
In some unique cases,
The avoidance of permanent mental damage...
Is recommended.

But,
We must never look back,
Wishing to have taken other actions!
We must be careful not to be too extreme,
When making our decisions.
We must...
At all cost,
Avoid having someone else's experiences...
Haunt us for the rest of our lives!
Anger fits can linger!

We have to set aside time for those adjustments.
Some take longer than others.

Experience is a mind altering change.
For some...
This process expands comprehension!
And yet,
For others...
They are left scarred for the rest of their lives!
Like one who is forced to eat broccoli.

Lima beans is my thing.
To this day I can't stand them!
And I'm sure the feeling is mutual!

However...
It is very rare these life changes,
Can be instructed.
Although some experiences,
Can leave folks traumaticized!
And these we must consider as 'Prozac Specials'.
They will be 'numb' up for quite sometime.
Some are slower at recovery than others!
Involving the aforementioned experience.
And we must be more patient with these kinds of minds.
One never knows...
When the cracking might snap.

And hopefully with some therapy...
Some folks are able to use their experiences,
As an insight for others to prove...
Even those with dysfunctions,
Can become quite successful...
At keeping their 'ailments' undetected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is The Poem Of The Evening?

Where is the poem of the evening?
Has it been lost to my happiness?
A happiness that does not really know why it is
But just is
Here now -
As if I in my old age have learned to love
Whatever time I have
And so defy the thought of all the unending time
In which I will not be on earth-

Who knows how much is left?
Some years? Some days? the next moment?
Whatever it is
I am at ease with my life now
Though I did not become all I dreamed-
And do not know the future –

There may not be much time left
But whatever time is left
I must do the best I can
To live in it as fully as happily as possible-

In my old age
I am surprised
At how happy I am
I do not know for how long it will continue
But it is here now and it is good-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Epiphany, Dead Man Walking

i learned to walk again,
the day you drove away
and left me standing in the drive...

i learned to see again,
staring at old photographs
in a book hid away.

i learned to think again,
thinking, and rethinking
every move and every action.

i learned to feel again,
struck dumb with waves of sorrow,
with blood on my lips.

i learned to cry again,
in the dark and sleepless night,
when no one else could see.

i learned to fight again,
pushed back against the wall
with nothing left to lose.

i learned to pray again,
to a God that doesnt answer,
from the gates of hell.

i learned to dream again,
violent shaking nightmares,
waking up to a cold sweat.

i learned to love again
to cherish every moment,
every touch forgotten.

i learned to walk again,
and walked off into the sunset
with our hearts in my hands.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Not Into Abstract Pictures Painted

There are those who wish to make sense,
In an attempt to make that process meant...
And meaningful.
But their lack of experience to get a point across,
Leaves those misunderstanding...
What is the intention if communicating a thought,
Is a statement made.
'Assuming' it,
Has been clearly delivered to receive a response...
From someone not into abstract pictures painted.
Or statemements made disconnected from rhyme,
Purpose OR reason.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value Of It All

When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?
It is there connecting all of this,
Without a budge!
Ready when needed.

However...

If a mind relies too much on books,
To lead to a life reflecting what is written...
As common as it may seem,
A sense expected is missing.
And if a mind begins to lose sight
Of experience, lessons taught
AND common sense...
There will be problems.
Big time ego ones!

Who pays?
And at what cost?
Especially...
If the value of it all is lost!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Impatiently Must Review Lessons

We are human.
And everyone with a taste of experience,
Wishes to have the last word.
And those who seek it,
Get it.
With a lesson for them...
Questioned whether or not,
One has been learned.

Those wanting to comprehend,
Choose to listen.
With understanding as the condition.
Acknowledging a wisdom has been achieved.
Leaving those who get their last word,
Hearing what 'they' say...
And nothing else is perceived.
Some impatiently must review lessons...
Mistakenly thought taught.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skipping Around Obstacles

It would be great if experience to one came,
Without the sacrificing of time...
To find fault or place blame.
Or the process of feeling some anguish and pain.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If it came with the throwing of dice?

And those wishing to have it,
Could barter for it in exchange.
Leaving complaints at a minimum.
With a bargain felt that had been obtained.

It would be delicious and lip licking good,
If the price of it could afford everyone's taste.
And no one would feel deprived of it,
No matter the neighborhood.

It would be great if experience to one came...
Overnight feeding everyone's appetite.
And those who make claims,
They have awakened with knowledge...
Would express more insight,
With eyes clear and bright!

But experience is what it is.
And it can not be taught to achieve.

'Excuse me professor,
Is it possible we can discuss that topic,
One more time?
Please? '

The one who acquires experience...
Isn't the one with a heart worn on a sleeve.
But has lived and learned from mistakes that were made.
And did not make excuses heard,
While gathering up the energy to again stand...
With no mention of having crawled on knees.

Experience does not come gift wrapped in a nice package.
Or skipping around obstacles,
To place that responsibility on someone else's back.
Experience doesn't come to be done like that!

'I am so glad I had that experience.
No one will ever know...
What it was like to see you,
Struggle as you carried my weight.
I so appreicate you giving me that experience.
WHEW!
Let me know when you are ready for more.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus More On Motive

Please,
Why can't you give me time...
With allowing my mind,
To find a bit of comfort.

Please,
Why can't you leave me alone...
With a time I can find,
To enjoy that bit of comfort.

I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.

I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.

So please...
Why can't you give me time,
With allowing my mind...
To find a bit of comfort.

And please...
Why can't you leave me alone,
With a time I can find...
To enjoy that bit of comfort.

What I need is to focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.

What I need is to focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.
I need to...
Focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happiness And Joy

when you look for yourself and find
this self
within your heart
and you touch this self
so lovingly
with the understanding of your mind
you have found happiness
like you put your hands behind your back
and embrace your shoulders

fleeting and sometimes
tiring this search
of self that ends sometimes
in questioning
how long does this last?
this won't
it will pass but it may come again
but to last
it will not

you either go deeper
or you go higher
always beyond yourself

to find another
a heart to your heart
a mind to your mind
you talk you understand you reach for another hand
you kiss, you make love, you share each other 's bodies
each other's long lonely nights
this can be more than happiness
we call this joy

but you go deeper this time or higher if you
prefer it
this search for joy greater than joy
this joy beyond bodies beyond nights beyond hands
beyond time

eternal happiness, this is joy greater than joy
we sense it
but not completely
we sense it when we look at the eyes of the person we love
and who loves us in return
truthfully and so beautifully
the feelings in our hearts
as we sleep and make love and dream and stay together
with clasped hands

we have mere glimpses
vague but it is there

it is the joy that always lurks but cannot fully make us see
we are too small yet
too young to fully dance the steps and leaps of this

i am still looking for this
this joy
i know it is there, but i just can't utter it

i must know better
i live some more and perhaps if need be
die and then travel and be there

beyond, yes always this feeling of beyond
my armpit is warm and my eyes are still rolling

i am holding it
i have it in my heart but not competely
and so i ramble

in so much waiting, this impatience
but lovely still, and yes, so beautiful....tomorrow.

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is Best to Leave This Mindset Alone

There will always be those,
Who attempt to match wits...
With those who comprehend
The advantages of understanding.

Some folks live within a box regarded as safe.
And from inside a point of view of outside events...
They choose to argue their findings,
Condensed...
From a state of mind that is comfortable,
But for those who have discovered 'reality'...
They know this makes no sense.

And to produce beneficial chit chat,
Does not induce a growth of thought.
When a sharing is lost with one who's mind is stuck...
Deluded in visions found too comfortable.
And eventually these folks others must give up!

A process attached to learning,
For some is a worthless yearning.
And for them a progress is created from isolation.
Where ignorance is encouraged to thrive and manifest.
It is best to leave this mindset,
Alone!
They perceive time sits to wait for them,
To be condoned!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stupid and foolish things

I accounted for most of the stupid and foolish things
Why have to wait for so many years to do something?
I have seen animals gaining adulthood and sense soon
Why everybody should show me stars and only moon?

I wondered when the would comment” he is child “
They may not be harsh on me and go very mind
I will be excused for any silly mistakes
Nothing may invite any controversy to rake

Even some glass brakeage also will be taken lightly
People will laugh and point it out rightly
Everything is to be forgotten for only one reason
He is child and may take some more time to become sensible person

Such is sorry state of affair since childhood
I do not know when I gained adulthood?
I was observed very closely by neighborhood
They came to my rescue as they had fully understood

The childhood has passed of easily and I am entering young age
There is free air outside and I have been permitted with more coverage
I can venture out with little or no restrictions
There are virtually now no or very few instructions

I am no different from that of child age
I still look forward to them with blank page
I need everything to be written down
As I have still no experience or responsibility to own

This may be the case with thousands or more
They may be lagging behind for not trying to explore
Every thrust may be observed or monitored
Set of instructions ready and even small things tutored

I have grown amidst the sense of being fool
They are not sure of my gaining it in full
I am still in their eyes unripe and inexperienced
They will take enough care to see that I am not unduly influenced

So I have grown immature with lots of uncertainty
They were right in their assertion to make me of fine quality
I was at receiving end so far as they were concerned
Still I had feeling that at every point I was cornered

I made one resolution in mind
I must make some earnest efforts to find
Better presentation of my self and fulfillment of their desire
So they won’t be left with any frustration or ire

I may be of my own without being labeled
I have no courage to be called as rebelled
I shall take the decision of my own
Move as per conscious and show as fully grown

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why Should I Be the Bait For You to Satiate Upon My Irritation?

I could make more sense,
If I chose to leave you some.
But I know if I did...
A clarity would not be recognized.
Or something like it,
Has been welcomed.

And I'd be left to explain,
What still would not be comprehended.

And my patience can no longer wait...
For that date to come,
Each time a thought in your mind is placed.
Or your eyes to show me,
An understanding has been done!

Why should I be the bait,
For you to satiate upon my irritation?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Ignore This Process To Forget

Not only are there differences in ages.
There are differences in experiences.
And those differences experienced...
Should be accepted to digest,
To progress one's comprehension.

But the similarities in not paying attention...
To comprehend with intention,
Between ages mentioned...
To insist one has a more indepth awareness,
Is often a sharing done that should be dismissed.

A learning done is a process one wins,
With a knowing of it won.
And many ignore this process to forget,
How and where an experience wishing to share...
Had been obtained to get.

And...
Remembering from 'whom' and when,
They received a message that began to deliver them...
To a wisdom.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Something Said Might Make Sense

Two things I have learned not to do!
Give an opinion even if asked.
Or express my beliefs,
To family members who have not a clue...
What it is I do, when it gets done.
Or can connect an aging process,
With experience.
At least,
Not as being factors to one's maturity and wisdom.

I've learned,
Whether relatives or not or just friends...
People become easily offended,
When something said might make sense.
And has credibility!
Especially in times,
When many minds are on prolonged vacations.
And some are stuck in Summer.
Without a Spring, Fall or Winter to recall.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Time To Expose Old Wounds

Not impressed am I by those,
Who drag wherever they go...
Their exasperated aspirations.
As if an experience they have initiated,
Requires an announcement...
With attention meant to receive and get.

Where are those who chose their paths to take,
With the understanding this is the choice they make.
And who and what is being influenced,
By listening to every complaint and heartache.
Those moving forward have no time to expose old wounds.
Or express their agitations to create an atmosphere of gloom.

I use to believe those who succeeded were lucky in life.
But more and more I comprehend,
Anyone wishing to achieve...
Do it while sacrificing and with much discipline that ignites.
And doing it alone on their own as it is meant to be.
Away from those who gripe and whine in moans that drone,
Constantly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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