Just Your Presence Alone
Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
It is a thrill to remember.
You are full of life,
And irrestible energy.
The light within you is so bright,
It's radiance glows around you.
To witness it,
I know I've been blessed.
But if I may make one suggestion?
Do you see those untrimmed hedges,
Surrounding those wilting trees?
Do not make any attempts,
To add your sparkle to them.
Why?
I've seen attempts made in the past.
By those attracted to their sadness.
But around these parts...
Those attempts made will be resented.
Trust me.
What you see...
Most folks around here regard,
As their motivation.
Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
However,
Let me make this clear...
Do not spend years trying to convince anyone,
What you bring to offer...
Is inspiring and to their benefit!
Just your presence alone,
Poses to them a threat.
'You shouldn't be so negative.'
Negative?
You have no idea how positive I am.
I am one of few around here,
Willing to express the truth.
You stay here long enough,
You will find that out for yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Afraid to Yell for Help
Who and what I am...
I am.
I have not spent my life,
Being anyone else.
Except when in the role of 'acting'.
And once I studied to do that well...
It was suspected I was doing that,
ALL the time.
Especially by those who knew nothing,
About that field of my creative endeavors.
Who and what I am...
I am.
Inquisitive and observant.
Empathetic but not too emotional.
My sister Mim and my mom,
Were the only ones who ever saw me cry.
And they are Virgos!
That's all I am saying about that!
I just know it has been my experience,
To observe the 'workings' of Virgos.
Oh, they can work up those emotions.
And be very dramatic about it!
And those two 'emoted' me for thrills,
With their no nonsense approach.
I guess!
Whatever they do...
It works. For me, anyway.
I hold them responsible for any success,
I've achieved.
And...
They have 'high' standards.
I've been blessed,
To have had some great teachers in my life.
Plus,
I 'had' this innocent, inexperienced presence.
So that too attracted unsolicited 'teachings'.
Of all kinds.
God knows better than I,
How He does what gets done.
I just obey!
Well...
I make attempts.
And as long as I know God has my back...
Attempts will be made to test fresh waters.
And I am not afraid to yell for 'help',
If I get into something that is going to be too deep!
Or over my head.
Walking in faith,
Allows the 'what' and 'how' of the 'who' I am...
Be 'me'.
And with all of that going on?
I am spoiled and quite stubborn.
I don't buy into that...
'It's either my way or the highway' BS either.
I've walked many a road,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For No Apparent Reason
Those gifted with selected memories,
Never seem to admit...
Their presence at the scene of misdeeds done.
And yet can express to the minutest detail,
Of what someone else to them has inflicted.
As they were innocently being attacked,
For no apparent reason.
While they did the best they could,
To make attempts to comprehend the sense of it.
And this they wish,
With a re-telling of such events...
As convincingly as possible.
However...
There is just one problem in the doing of this.
There are too many people,
Making claims they had been victimized...
Randomly.
Without having any knowledge of their participation.
And the eyes of those who choose to remain sane,
Do their best to keep at distances invisible...
To the doings of those refusing any hints of reality.
Or the phenomenon of the presence of truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Will Admit They Knew
It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.
Forget that!
The unbearable days facing,
Those recently awakened...
Are traumatically dramatic.
With a hint that scents the air...
There is more of this to spare!
So much truth is out there now.
Remember the days when this was not allowed?
And those who dared to be honest out loud...
Had been declared negative.
And today their efforts should be spotlighted.
These folks should be applauded,
'Before' taking their bows!
It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.
And upon asking what they would do,
After going through what is known.
None will admit now,
They knew then what was coming.
Since they spent most of their time,
Ostracizing and shunning...
The ones they chased to noose to trees.
And dangling from a hanging.
While losing their breath...
Trying to get as many who were running,
Away...
To escape those blinded by lunacy.
Only updated today,
To put on display more of their craze!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste
I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.
And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.
With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax. Just Observe It For What It Is
Please.
Can you assist me?
'I will do the best I can.
What is it that you seek? '
I am trying to make some sense,
Out of what's going on.
Can you tell me where it is I can go,
To begin with my efforts?
'Oh.
I can tell you many places to go.
But.
The only suggestion I can give,
Is try not to make any attempts at all.
That's right.
Pretending to go along with whatever is going on,
Will be the best solution.
Just observe it for what it is.
Trying to stand out,
As one being accountable for your actions...
Is not a healthy way to live.
Afterall
Who would understand this?
And today
People are easily offended by anyone,
Making attempts to be responsible.
Relax.
Just observe it for what it is.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Negative To Positive
In everyone’s life, we go through times
when it seems full with turbulence
and the negative feelings take hold.
Sometimes they don’t last long,
while other times they stay for quite a while.
Then we will do something quite out of the ordinary
and those feeling
turn from negative to positive almost overnight.
The mountains we thought we could never climb
become climbable now
and those distant dreams we had
now become reality.
We feel there isn’t anything
that we cannot do,
until the next time the negative thoughts break through,
and once again,
we try to make the positives ones come back.
30 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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What Can Make You Happy?
Are you happy right now or sad?
Are you bitter about your present condition?
You wonder what is wrong with your life
You wonder why others are happy
And question why some are so sad
Are happy people born that way?
Or happiness is a state of mind
What can make you happy?
Will having more money make you happy?
How much money do you need to make you happy?
If you are single and not happy!
Will having a new lover make you happy?
Will getting married make you happy?
If you are married, and not happy!
Will having more children make you happy?
Will sleeping with other people make you happy?
If you are a professional and not happy!
Will changing your profession make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will getting drunk everyday make you happy?
Will taking a new drug make you happy?
Will buying a new car make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will moving to a bigger house make you happy?
Will been promoted at work make you happy?
Will been the head of your organization
Make you happy
What can make you happy?
Always remember that what makes
You happy can make the others sad
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Influence
What makes you think that I'm not thinking?
Or observe from experiences forced to live?
Opinions you have of me are shrinking...
Gone are negative thoughts you give!
What makes you think you have influence?
When your own backyard is in disarray?
You made attempts to have others ignore me.
But from you they have gone away.
Claims you made have now been disputed.
Petty is your mode of thought.
You have chosen envy and deceit.
And enemies you created...
Have brought to you defeat!
You elated in plans unjust.
Backstabbing those by gaining their trust.
Now that you have been exposed as a demon.
Others like you are being sought to crush!
What makes you think that I'm not thinking?
Or observe from experiences forced to live?
Opinions you have of me are shrinking...
Gone are negative thoughts you give!
And I like many seek a life that's positive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adventures Meant
I do my best to listen,
To the wind...
During the change of each season.
Each one I witness that begins.
I make attempts,
To express my appreciation.
With an acknowledgement that each day,
I am blessed to experience...
A life to live that captures adventures meant.
I am grateful to have insight,
That allows me to delight.
And not sit to spite,
Or compare my neighbor's gifts with wishes.
I do my best to cleanse,
When I feel the rain upon my skin.
With the hope that I am closer than ever,
To all that connects me...
To 'this' creation made that is neverending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Bad' Guy
Selecting to depict one who has achieved,
A doing of activities produced publicly...
As a despicable 'bad' guy to dissect,
And pull apart...
Is a thing done that people do,
When one has proven their obtained experience...
And accomplishments can be of benefit to others.
However...
If not persuaded to be 'used',
A labelling declared to be everything negative...
Than what he is or has given,
Will become the topic to diffuse...
That which has been positively done.
Proving demons will always make attempts,
To have their way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For lovely child
It is deep love
For lovely child you have
Day and night she is in mind
Desperate bid but could not find
It makes to worry and cry
Thousands of questions asking me why
I earnestly set them aside and try
They come with vigorous attempts ad fly
I intoxicated enough to remain under spell
It did not work and went so well
I suffered a lot but couldn’t tell
The idea was not worth even to sell
The smile has gone away in desert
No flowers, no fragrance, no stage and no concert
I am depressed and feel no pulse
Many ideas try to kill but I vehemently repulse
Is that my intense love for lovely child?
Does that drive me restless and make blind?
I ache with severe pain and strike the head
I fear that without her I shall be declared dead
She is not near but I feel her close
I feel her presence and make no chase
She has made permanent stay and base
Smile comes back again on gloomy face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Appearance Of Chocolate Frosting
If it was not meant to be intended,
To exist as it is...
Its presence would not be a factor.
Nor would a conditioning to accept it,
For what it was as it has been...
A cause that effects an upsetting.
With attempts made to sweep sludge,
Under a rug to go undetected.
Although the ooze some may wish to ignore,
As an appearance of chocolate frosting.
But those who created it, have regrets.
And expressions that magnify to pester,
Only generate from the ones...
Who know something incorrect,
From them has been done.
And they are doing their best,
To put 'that' shoe that use to fit but has worn...
Out!
On someone else's foot!
To convince of its comfort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good bye sadness
Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Still Happy
Go ahead and break my heart
It won’t mend, but you’ll still be happy
Tear it out and rip it apart
It will sting, but it will make you happy
Make this hurt, and make me cry
All these tears will be to make you happy
On the inside I’ve already died
Died for love, to make you happy
Lie to me, you know the truth
I’ll believe to make you happy
Bury me in an abandoned tomb
I’ll lay and waste, but you’ll be happy
I don’t know what to say anymore
My words just can’t express how I feel
I don’t know what to do anymore
I can’t find a remedy; my wounds just will not heal
I’ve given this my all, just to try to bring you joy
But you continue to play with me, like I’m your little toy
But this little toy soldier is broken, and can no longer withstand
The task of such melancholy that you place in my hand
I still love you, and I’ll pray
I’ll pray to God that you’ll be happy
I’ll continue to soak in this acid rain
I’ll rot for you, just to make you happy
poem by King Midas
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Impressed By Those I Have Not Met
Why should I continue to ignore myself,
To value the opinions of others?
I use to do that and I stayed depressed.
If it appears I am selfish and self centered,
Perhaps I am deserving of my selfishness.
Maybe I earned it!
Others will not admit my sacrifices.
And I don't wear my heart on my sleeve,
For anyone to know to the degree I've sacrificed.
Others have used other tricks and devices,
To maneuver themselves into the spotlight.
One that is believed I seek and need.
They want to take credit for the steps I made.
Those who make claims to know me and don't.
While making attempts to convince themselves,
And others like them...
I had nothing to do with something I've been doing,
All of my life.
And that is to write!
To do it to impress others,
I have never thought about doing.
But I will admit I am impressed by those I have not met,
Who express they can 'feel' me!
While those who make claims they know where I'm coming from,
Judge on my appearance and the way that I am dressed.
And yet have not a clue as to what it is I do,
To get what it is I do done to make a difference for someone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Would I Dare To Claim Fame
Would I dare to claim fame,
To declare myself famous?
Are you kidding?
I could not come near the flame of fame,
My sisters already enjoy.
And my brother-n-laws?
As gifted as they are?
These folks are the stars.
My nephew and niece,
And their children...
Are the the 'Devos' And Divas'
In my immediate family.
And trust me...
When I am around them,
I am quickly reminded.
I have yet to mention,
My aunts and uncles and cousins...
Who have long made my attempts,
Look like child's play.
Whenever I am in public,
I feel as if I have to show proof...
Or some identification of my connection.
However...
I will admit this,
IF I ever got the nerve...
To make such foolish declarations,
I would be on a remote island...
Whispering in the ears of a monkey.
And 'hoping' I am not related.
I am serious about that.
Although...
In my home,
There is a throne where I sit alone.
And 'creatively'...
I can declare to be whomever I please.
And I am blessed with a gratefulness,
To be able to do that on a regular basis.
Would I dare to claim fame,
To declare myself famous?
Only if I am not in the presence,
Of those I know already have achieved it.
And I am alone...
Not to experience the huge smiles on their faces.
Knowing their efforts have created my delusions.
I may be talented and creative...
But receiving looks of pity,
Is not on my top ten list.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Would Know The Difference
Let's make it up as we go along.
'Make up 'what' as we go along 'where'? '
Whatever is going on!
'And...
That would be different than,
What? '
Pretending we know what we are doing,
With the attempts to convince others...
We have a clue.
We can still keep it to ourselves.
But at least we will feel better about it...
If we, you and I, stopped deluding ourselves.
'You know...
I didn't think of it that way.
Yeah!
What a concept.
Let's do it.
Let's make it up as we go along.
Who would know the difference at this point anyway? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Make A Life
We make a life by what we give
never thinking of what we may receive.
We make a life by helping others
never thinking of the help we might receive in times of need.
We make a life by looking forwards
never dwelling on the mistakes of the past.
We make a life by being positive
never taking the negative view.
We make a life by loving others
never letting hate dwell in our hearts.
We make a life filled with contentment
and long friendships too.
We make a life we love to live
as each day as it passes through.
1 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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God is not something I think about but something I experience as an energy, a Presence. I do find it easier to pray to a female Presence or an androgynous Presence.
quote by Olympia Dukakis
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