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It Was A Decision Made

Everytime I begin to write,
I have an encounter with reality.
Something within me validates with a scrutiny,
What there is I believe I am provoked to say.
As if to preview the doing before it is released.

I am often asked if I like to write.
And I never gave what I've been doing all my life,
That much thought.
I do not premeditate a doing.
It is as natural to me as using the bathroom.

It was not I that decided I would write.
It was a decision made.
It was not I that decided I would be creative.
It was a decision made.
It was not I that decided I was to be born.
But then...
Sometimes I feel a need to debate it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem Just For You

Today I decided to write a poem just for you
So I sat down with pen in hand, and began to
Carefully consider in which way I could express to you
All the things you mean to me,

First I thought to write a poem about your radiant smile,
All about how you easily outshine the sun.
Or perhaps a poem about our friendship,
All about the kind things you do that fill my heart.
A poem about how grateful I am to have you in my life
All about how I thank God every day for putting you here.

But I decided to write this poem on something else
All about something that is a poem in itself
A poem that simply says I love you
A poem just for you.

poem by Matt Windseth
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A Not a Poem Poem

I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!

I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!

Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!

Can I write a poem?
NO!

Will I write a poem?
NO!

Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!

poem by Maya Reid
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Doing Of It

Putting those assumptions most have aside,
The only one who really has the right to live a life...
The way they would like and decided,
Would be the one making their own way...
Through a thicket of weeds,
No one else has made efforts to remove...
With a proving done of an end result.

Anyone who believes,
A voicing of their opinion to leave and influence...
With assumptions mention,
Need only to do one of two things.
Either take one step or two away from 'themselves'.
To agree that a decision made by one,
And no one else can be done with one's doing of it.

Again.
And there is evidence of this.
There is nothing like,
The minding of one's own business...
That validates with a certainty,
One's own wishes.
Without direction suggested or requested,
From another.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The lion leading bulls

It is how you have made use of your men
That has decided how they have fared.
It is how you have made use of yourself
That has decided how you have emerged.
It is how you have showed of yourself
That has decided how others have accepted.
Lions led by a bull will lose to bulls led by a lion.
31.05.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Y

Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
Pure soul first breath is filled with sin
A young child just born quit suffering
A mother's greed, get high, chasin' ghosts again
This will happen over and over again!
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
I look into your eyes, I feel your pain, life's insane
I'm gonna do my best to try again and live again
I know we're all the same, we live our lives it's like a game
And still we do it over and over again!
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
First communion done, now your life has just begun
Second plot the whole world is looking with a gun
Another child will do it when he's on the run
The vicious circle of life has just begun!
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do!
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you!
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be sooo cruel!
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you!
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
Life can be so damn cruel
Don't ask us Y!
It's all been decided for you
Don't ask us Y!
We do the things that we do
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
We feel the same as you
Don't ask us Y!
It's all, yeah, it's all
Don't ask us Y!
It's all decided for you

song performed by by Zug Izland
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The Best Of Images That Represent

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have Nothing To Write From My Heart Today

having nothing to write
from my heart
having forgotten
some memories
of my love

i decided to write
from my mouth
and my hands
and so look at you
look at me

we feel nothing
we see nothing
that touches us

in the bottom
of our souls

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want To Write A Sad Poem Today

how i wish to write a sad poem today
for instance: wilting grasses and dried river beds
stinging heat of the sun
cinder like sands of the shore
heat waves, and melting ice caps
something like there is no place that is cool
to my senses,
how i wish i can write the poem about a mad woman
and a husband that always follows her laughter,
how i wish not to be affected by such a sad poem

but i am
and i do not wish to add insult to injury for writing it
and so
i quit, i will not write a sad poem about other people,
that will be too much,
i decided not to write about it anymore.

i will forget about it. I will write something much better.

i will write about
nothing at all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Change His Ways

Deep in the jungle He lost her favour
Another gambit He would have made her
He gave her perfume She use his razor
And decided to change his ways
She was a gambler He didn't blame her
She had a dimple in her favour
At the last minute He always chase her
And decided to change his ways
Life would be so much more exciting
If we could live it day by day
We could at least adjust the lighting
To illuminate the way
He took the loving that she'd been craving
She took advantage of the saving
It almost ruined her reputation
And decided to change his ways
[Yodeling]
Life would be so much more exciting
If we could live it day by day
We could at least adjust the lighting
To illuminate the way
She wasn't crazy 'bout his behaviour
She read it somewhere in the paper
He was seducing a ballerina
And decided to change his ways
[Yodeling]
Deep in the jungle He lost her favour
Another gambit He would have made her
He gave her perfume She use his razor
And decided to change
And decided to change
He decided to change his ways.

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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How Do You Write Poetry

There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!

9 November 2011

poem by David Harris
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I Decided

I decided not to cry
'cause I know
you cannot wipe my tears
I decided not to ask
'cause I know you cannot give
I decided not to give
'cause I know you will reject
I decided not to speak
'cause I know
you will be...hurt.

I decided to decide
'cause I know....
I have to.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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I Write Happiness Too, Once

happy lines
they come dancing
and singing
inside my paper

but soon
happiness
gets boring too
like
a bubble gum
in my tongue

then i write
about despair
tears
wetting my paper
and
blank stares
drying them

and i pretend
i am lost
to make things
more melodramatic

but soon
despair gets boring
too and
we get tired of each
other
we decided to split
despair and i
i and happiness

well, i learned
about feelings
now i decided
to write the truth
about existence

beyond feelings
i become
one observation tower

and you become planes
and passengers
and fields and clouds
and empty skies

just to see and write
without me
having any involvement

yes, the phenomenon
unfolding and here i am

plainly seeing all of them
and you and them and everything

and it will keep on going
till the end when my eyes close and cannot

therefore see.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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