Lessons Needed To Adjust
Once one stops objecting,
To lessons needed to adjust to this life...
And begins to learn from experiences,
With a growing insight that produces more light...
Upon one's mind with enlightenment,
There is little those less motivated...
Can share about what it is they believe and see.
Especially from a limited perspective.
And the degree to which that acceptance,
Is applied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Despite Sacrifices Done
Stillness is invited in the mind of one,
Who obtains a peaceful existence...
Over a period of time that comes.
And accepting that everyone,
Has their share of setbacks...
A heart once burden,
Begins to learn that fact!
A freedom to be oneself and no one else,
Is a satisfaction gained and maintained...
Producing a certain pride that is felt!
It is a glorious feeling,
To appreciate one's life.
Despite sacrifices done...
Returning with enlightenment,
To brighten one with a deepened insight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overcomed I Am With Determination
I am not alone in consciousness.
With many who are also aware,
Of what does...
And what for them,
Does not exist.
A connection within begins to click!
And I will never argue with someone,
ANYONE...
About their acceptance.
Or the degree of their acknowledgement.
I've learned personal experiences are just that.
Personally experienced.
Nor am I going to tolerate,
My peace of mind to be tampered.
And no where is 'that' on my top ten list.
I recognize but do not invite irritation.
I may respond with an opinion in conversation.
That's it.
And the hardest lesson there is to learn...
Is to listen.
And,
I've learned that lesson.
My right eyebrow,
Is somehow connected...
To my footsteps.
My eyebrow raises...
With a signal sent,
To my eyes to seek near exits.
Then my feet begin to move.
My reach for the exit...
Becomes a commitment.
And overcomed I am,
With determination. To split!
And I do it as if mastered.
As if to leave is my only priority.
And in many cases...
To get away from what's being layered and laid,
Becomes a needed desperation.
How many excuses to use the restroom,
Can one make?
I think four within an hour is ridiculous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Veera Came Along
Life begins at forty to you and,
Life begins at one to me;
All the same, we have to learn from each other.
At one, i was lost in transit;
But at forty, you have tuned yourself into my life.
You can't believe it,
You can't say it,
Until Veera came along into my life to let me see clearly;
Now, the rain is gone.
Sitting here in my shadow with words,
I can now make a move on my life;
Yes, the dark clouds are really gone by.
To England with words,
To Finland with ideas,
Like the game of the big bang!
I've got the big deal of my life to share with you.
Some say life begins at forty and,
Others say life begins at one;
But, i will touch you with my abilities.
Life is like the world of attractions,
Growth is like the world of experiences,
As smooth as an accent to meet success;
But my words are read like needed accessories.
Until Veera came along,
To accommodate a level that calls for a view;
Who is she that comes with the contracts?
Who is he that comes with a message?
Being in one accord to make my dream come true,
Like Edward to London and Veera to Accra;
Owing to wonder the world sosweet with,
The alloted acts accredited to an ace.
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Adjusting Their Perceptions
Adjusting their perceptions,
Has to be difficult to do...
For those limited in life experiences.
Especially if they are accustomed,
To prejudging where people live...
What they look like and wear.
And always there are the few,
With pretentions intact and prepared to impress.
Believing themselves better than the ones with less.
Or appear not to be successful.
And often are taught lessons to learn...
By those who express what they've already accomplished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Integrity I Have Earned
If I have to look at life,
From my perspective AND yours...
Since I do anyway.
To survive a more diversed life than you do.
However...
You need not believe I wish to walk,
In 'your' shoes?
I am not of a limited mind.
But...
Guess who,
Is going to be giving my perspective...
On your interpretation,
Of how I wish to live my life...
First?
And you need not be around,
To hear who I will try to impress.
Nothing in my mind addresses that.
The integrity I have earned,
Has nothing to do with you.
Nor do I offer it to be borrowed...
Anymore.
I tried that before at my expense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Socially Acceptable Appropriate Key Life Skills
life's lessons are individual our own insights
if we do not learn master our own lessons
how will we discern know group responses
social skills demand learning experiences
socially acceptable appropriate key life skills
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Could I Critique Poe
Could I critique Poe?
Would he care to know,
My opinion of his vision.
Would the darkness felt in his heart...
Manifest more light.
If he chose to interpret,
From my insight!
How should Poe and I,
Share similar views on life?
Could I critique Poe?
I suppose I could...
With a wisdom I would bestow.
But how would that effort,
Allow my own to grow.
If from my own environment,
My experiences given...
Come forth from within,
To share as they are told.
And neither Poe nor I...
Would find that a critiquing,
To be the thing we sought...
When revealing from inside of us,
Those thoughts from us unique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About Survival And Life
There are so many things I have learned,
About survival and life and healing from pain.
I've learned that those who ignore,
Others doing their best to painfully survive...
Will eventually learn a few lessons themselves.
And for some who shun others as an expectation,
Especially those...
Unaccustomed to being shunned themselves,
The pain to them that comes will be incredible.
Although...
An adjustment aided by one's hindsight often helps.
Allowing lessons as lessons are to be taught and learned,
No matter how difficult the acceptance is....
To provide just the right amount of significant influence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick to Boost Children With Wit
I once sought acceptance.
As a child growing in an environment.
Living amongst those I was told to respect.
With words untold...
I also grew to respect.
On their terms.
Since the same turf we shared.
Back then and during those times I yearned,
To learn!
But as I grew to understand from hard knocks.
Like throwing rocks at children.
And finding them and their parents...
Coming to my folks,
With not a smile on their faces!
Not a one looking...
As if they came to tell a series of jokes.
My yearnings to learn,
Took me, at times, away from my neighborhood.
Sometimes alone!
And for me this was good.
I soon came to understand...
Some folks didn't have a high degree of curiosity.
In fact...
Many couldn't read.
And those kids who could...
Were kinda ostracized from the 'hood'.
And growing up in a huge family...
I kept my thirst for learning,
As a secret kept within me!
But today as an aging man...
I know how important it is,
To be who I am.
And I am quick to boost children with wit.
Encouraging them to be inquisitive.
And observe how minds empty of thought...
Will have their hands out,
With nothing in them to share or give!
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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Degree In Life
There are some people
both old and young.
They’ve done something once
and the next minute they know all about it.
They say they have degrees in this and that.
In the biggest degree of them all
they have all fallen flat.
With the degree of life,
you first have to live it,
before you can get awarded that.
You have to suffer all
the indignations and pains
that there are there,
all the joys and the happiness,
triumphs can share.
You have to look into
the darkest soul
and know what goes on in there.
As for those who say they know it all,
those are the ones who have just stopped wetting the bed.
You’ll never have that degree
until you start living
and stop saying the world loves me.
Some say I’ve taken drugs.
What the hell has that got to do with it.
It only goes to show one thing,
how weak minded you are.
It isn’t a mark on the degree of life.
A degree of life measures
how strong you are in mind
and not how many
hallucinations you’ve had in your head.
14 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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Dieing Is Not An Option
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
We all are born receiving gifts,
To experience our lives as we choose...
And like.
Some refuse to believe they have chosen,
To follow another on a path.
Instead of selecting,
A happiness grabbed for them that will last.
And that is not easy when variety,
Appears to confuse the mind of some.
Especially when discipline and devotion,
Seem to compete with those who have more fun.
But...
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
Desiring with wishes!
Assisted by dreams one wants fulfilled,
Keeps one motivated to achieve and accomplish.
Experiencing the adventure...
Of acquiring skills.
And doing what one likes...
Is a thrill no one consciously,
Wants to see end or kill!
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
'Excuse me,
I know you have decided...
To take your own life.
However...
Do you mind,
Taking it eleswhere?
And away from my sight?
Over there feel free to complain.
And do as much of it as you like!
But doing it around me,
You see...
For that I have no appetite.'
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My goal was to play drums, but my father made me take piano lessons. He told me I needed to learn to read music first, so I took lessons for six years. I thank God that he made me take those lessons, because it taught me a tremendous amount.
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Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach
When your child was born
You might have learned certain lessons
As he or she was growing
The child would have been
Teaching lessons
Which you were not learning
From anywhere else
You would have found the lessons
Tough and difficult to absorb
As basics and fundamentals
Language used by the faculty
Methodology of teaching
Were quite different
Most of the time unstructured
Unmindful of your moods
The teacher would have kept you
Loaded with lessons difficult to decipher
The classes were far unique and
Very specially different
From any of the formal institution
Which were preparing you
For making a life
The lessons here aimed at
Making you live fully alive and aware of
Absolute realities
You would agree
Learning these never made you tired
And you were enthusiastically looking for
New lessons to come up
By the time
Your child has grown up
And stopped teaching you any further
Your grand child arrives
Now the lessons turn tougher still
Despite all the experiences in life and living
Your learning is quite difficult now
The teacher is in a great hurry
And often keeps changing
The course of lessons
You find new reasons
For things happening around
And you see yourself
In new enthusiasm
Which you feel will help you live
Longer still
With enough energy, strength and skill
In spite of the fact that
Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Raw
These practices administered are nothing new.
People are becoming less deluded.
And amazed these 'truths' are being revealed.
They are frightened!
And the enlightenment that begins...
Offends.
These are not sins to be forgiven!
This is life undisguised.
Raw!
And uncolorized,
By the acceptance of deceit.
And criticisms spewed that lies hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Growing Up
(orbison--dees)
Your life begins when teardrops start, a broken toy, a broken heart
All of these things are just a part of growing up
From kiddie cars to walking shoes from lullabyes to lonely blues
Somehow you never quite get used to growing up
Yeah yeah youre growing up, yeah yeah youre growing up
Its good to know youre growing up.
The wheel of fortune takes a spin
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you must play the game again
Drink another cup,youre growing up.
Yeah yeah youre growing up, yeah yeah youre growing up
Its good to know youre growing up.
Heeeeey eeeeey now little one youre growing up
Heeeeey eeeeey now little one youre growing up.
To be a man, to be a woman to understand, takes a lot of growing, growing up
Youll live to learn, youll learn to live, youll give to love your love to give
And when youre wise enough youll know, youre growing up.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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God's White Light.
God's beautiful white light comes down on me,
Guarding from all gossip, reminding that I am always in Thee.
I am always guided for the right things to do,
That my soul knows clearly how to walk in whose shoe.
No evil can touch me from that shining white light
My lessons in life come with ease and my brain is bright
To pick up God's right wishes to follow,
Learn and teach my world to progress and not to stay hollow.
Show me my God clearly the lessons I have to learn,
That I can overcome them all with ease & everlasting life I could earn
Help me to keep that beautiful white light,
That who ever wants to destroy me would loose their right.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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If With Truth It Bites
Experiences.
Come to sit within.
What one does with them,
Depends upon the stripping that begins.
To remove that which one knows is untrue.
Deceit for them is not accepted or quickly served.
Experiences can not be exchanged,
For refreshened outlooks to eliminate...
What has been gained.
And perhaps that is the reason,
Those with experience...
Maintain and sustain a growing wisdom.
Many fail to solicit if with truth it bites!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uz
In the land of Uz,
You were captured and released later!
For many were they who came to beg for you,
And you now have many lessons to learn.
Learn how to live harmoniously and,
Learn how to share in the name of love;
For marriage is like school,
And it needs patience to understand it.
Extroverts are anger-prone and,
Introverts are fear-prone:
But the rule of life is to learn always!
And i am from the land of Uz to teach you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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