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Tomorrow may come for many,
And bestow upon them with those moments wished.
Those moments for years that have been dismissed.
But nothing that has diminished with time given it...
Is going to correct itself overnight.
Not with a healing of the ones intentionally wounded.
And expectations with the sending out of invitations,
That everyone will be prepared to join hands and sing...
Repeatedly 'Kumbayah',
As they sway together in harmony with lifted voices.
Especially when the lyrics posted,
Have appeared on billboards to go ignored for decades.
And...
The event planners will never know,
If those assigned to wash the billboards clean...
Will have the time to remove the remnants,
Of eggs and their shells thrown to be shown...
Appearing high above those of closed minds.
But...
At least the attempt is made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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According to one critic, my works looked like scraped billboards. I went to look at the billboards and decided that more billboards should be scraped.
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Thank you
Thank you Lord for the mountain top moments that make our heart sing.
Thank you also for those moments in the desert valley low,
a place of solitude with you our king.
It brings the healing that only your love could bestow.
- Dave Torres
It Smells So Good and Fresh
Nuts have been cracked from their shells,
And their secret taste now scatters.
The ingredients to flavor on pictured menus shown...
Are not the same,
Brewed by stewed cooks hidden and deranged.
They've been hired to prepare pleasant presentations.
But all guests observing...
Have spotted one among them without class.
And feeding on something,
They find delicious not served to them.
And one of their kind removed his mask and asked:
'What is that you're having?
It smells so good and fresh.
We always accept invitations here...
But this crap we eat is a mess.'
This right here is called Integrity.
Over here is a thick slice of Truth.
You probably got a whiff of this...
This is Self-respect.
And it's Purpose I now slowly chew!
'It must be good?
That's the first time I've seen any of that in here!
Do you mind if I join you? '
No! I don't mind at all!
Just make sure you wash your hands,
Before you sit at my table!
It's important you don't bring any of 'that'...
Over here!
I'm doing the best to keep my 'system' clean!
And with a low profile I have come to enjoy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Between Those Moments Gone
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I finally realized,
I can not continue to analyze my life.
It has to be lived.
In the time given I am living it!
This life!
My life.
And right I wanted it.
Free of tricks and traps.
No more patience could I give to that!
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I had to let go!
From the redoing of the 'what ifs'.
And the sitting with emotions reminisced,
To feel them still existing.
'Something' had to end.
I knew it was 'my' resisting.
And...
In between those moments gone,
I learned how to begin to believe...
In me!
And severing myself away from conflict,
Was no longer a question welcomed to visit.
It became my duty.
My reality.
To free my soul.
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I knew I had to maintain and hold onto my dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time To Fear
Picture me on the edge of sadness
I was too blind to see the truth
My hearts beating fast I'm not alone
but you're not there
Friendly smiles steal a glance
But me I'm furious inside
Can I get out of here now
Everything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I love you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
You say I do always wrong
So you must hurt me again
I feel so sorry
but you do not
And you're not here
I question why I left you
Ain't love when under your sway
Will I be safe in here now
Eveything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I miss you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear time time
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time time time time
Tees spoon
Hand is
Use for eat...
Ok...
Wash every time
At your's hands...
At every works...
Wash your's hands...
Clean...
with clean...
Wash And eat food...
Tell about your children
Today...
Wash hands
And eat...
You are lazy
Don't wash
Your hands...
Use tees spoon...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Qualified As Ascertained
Time has a way of shifting around,
That which had seemed to be grounded.
And found to be significant with influence.
Once upon a time,
When a climbing above others...
Was a focus and priority on many minds.
To suddenly change direction,
With a spotlighting of that which had been dismissed.
To allow that to become,
Declared more precious than gold.
Leaving those to flaunt a uselessness held,
That seemed just moments ago...
Qualified as ascertained,
To have impeccable credentials...
That only a few chosen to be interviewed,
Had obtained.
To be made to feel there was an achievement,
Reached.
With a leaving of that which had been dismissed.
Now sought after as if their lives depended on it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moments Arent Moments
Tender, warm and serene
Are the words that might come close to having
Remnants of the feelings that we can no longer hide
Mighty, shining and clear
Are but mere expressions that dont come near
To the ever glowing eminence of light in our eyes tonight
cause moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
Gentle, quiet, so soft
Are the wings of love that can send us off
To an ever splendor unknown to all in our time
Trusting in the unknown and giving in to what feelings have shown
Will take us to altered intimacies in our lives
Where well find
That moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
cause moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
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song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Of Thunderous Accolades
Moments of greatness,
Do not come and bestow themselves...
Upon the shoulders of those in waiting.
These moments of greatness are achieved,
By those unlikely to believe they are deserving.
They are not self serving types of people.
They are people of deeds!
Not folks perceiving themselves as great.
To adorn an ego to be pleased.
They feel themselves to be just common folks,
Who accomplish from depths of purpose.
Not those who are on the surface...
Anticipating to salivate acknowledgements shown,
While thrown in the center,
Of thunderous accolades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond My Years
I cannot think beyond my years
but every day that goes
I look back on the younger years
and am encouraged by those.
For the past becomes the bridges
that brought me to today.
I don't burn the bridges behind me
for they've shown me the way.
I keep my focus on present moments
and never on the past.
Even the moments that I'm living now
are ones that will not last.
The future is always the unknown.
It's a time beyond my years.
Unfamiliararity with what will come to me
are my adventures with new frontiers.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Treasured Moments
Every one of us has moments,
treasured moments to call our own.
They come when we’re not looking,
and linger with us a lifetime.
They bring happiness
that we can look back on,
through our growing years.
No one can steal them from us,
nor taint them in anyway.
They are our treasured moments,
that linger with us,
even when we pray.
They are little time capsules
that hold our world together,
when we are feeling down.
They are the joys we reached,
when heaven said, its you.
Treasured moments
like photographs,
capture a moment in time.
We think of some thing to associate them with.
So when we see that thing
we can enjoy them once more,
those treasured moments.
31 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Canadian Chronicles 13
In each life, there are special moments
we like to remember and recall.
Moments that have brought us laughter
almost cascading into tears.
Moments of great happiness
to last us through the years.
Moments with very special people
who are dearly beloved friends.
Special moments no one can take away.
They happen but once
and are captured forever within our mind.
Special moments within our lifetime.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Lack Of Interest
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
'I would love to participate,
With the giving of my time.
But calling me at midnight,
Two days before the event...
Expecting my excitement.
When you spent an entire year,
Procrastinating?
Thank you for your show of respect.
But at this hour,
I would like to get more rest.'
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
With an advertising campaign,
Gone unknown.
~We didn't think you'd be that serious about it,
Since we are just throwing it together.
With a hope of its success.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Could Not Ask For More
Lying here with you listening to the rain smiling just to see the smile upon your face these are the moments I thank God that Im alive these are the moments Ill remember all my life
Ound all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more looking in your eyes seeing all I need everything you are is everything to me these are the moments I know heaven must exist t
Are the moments I know all I need is this I have all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more I could not ask for more than this time together I could not ask for more than this time
You every prayer has been answered every dream I haves come true and right here in this moment is right where Im meant to be here with you here with me these are the moments I thank
That Im alive these are the moments Ill remember all my life Ive got all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more chorus I could not ask for more than the love you give me coz
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L Ive waited for and I could not ask for more I could not ask for more
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Clock to tick back
I wished the clock to tick back
Take all the moments to stake
Their claim in appropriate position
Brought back to position with correction
No thing could have stopped me from acting wise
As it was matter of approach and promises
I could haves truck to the correct stand
There was only need to follow and understand
I can understand about the situation prevailed at that time
But in haste many thing led me to think wrong sometimes
If I had a hold over nerves possibly it could have changed
Entire scene to my favor and could have been easily managed
Many people say 'marriage is obstacle in progress'
They might have undergone difficulties and suffered with tress
'I should have done this or that 'but failed to think
No time was afforded to me and made me to sink
Even though I am fortunate enough not to have suffered
Many proposals had come for permanent bond or offered
This occasion I would want to be changed
As it suited time and future and well managed
It is wishful thinking and bears no importance
It is seizing of an opportunity and striking with force at once
If you are successful in attempt then it is considered as chance
Failure may be taken as slackness on part and lost chance
Time can't be taken back at will
Person has to use it in all the ages as skill
If minutes and seconds can be taken seriously
Life may never deceive and run continuously
As a boy I had wished my mother should never die
I used to pray almighty and made frantic try
I had offered my years to be added in her to stay alive
These are incidences which we want time should afford us to relive
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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High On Ignorance
No,
You can not call them idiots.
To them,
That is not offensive enough.
Truth does not embarrass them at all.
No matter if it is written on walls,
Or hanging tall on billboards!
It will not penetrate,
Through all that other smoke screening stuff.
It is easier for them,
To have others decorate their minds with whims.
Then to have it brutally honest.
Honesty for them is worse than committing sins.
Their minds are so gone!
No longer is there light in them to dim.
And the prognosis is not favorable.
If nothing today has been followed or understood...
What are the prospects for comprehension to begin?
They are killing 'enemies' on their own homelands.
And continue to kill themselves from within!
No,
You can not call them idiots.
To them,
That is not offensive enough.
Truth does not embarrass them at all.
No matter if it is written on walls,
Or hanging tall on billboards!
It will not penetrate,
Through all that other smoke screening stuff.
There might be one last hope!
Legalize the drugs.
This will give them opportunities to cope!
Since those who see them high on ignorance,
Notice truth and reality...
Has never in their lives been accepted.
As a purpose or means for their focus!
And those who know this,
Have been labelled fools who are useless jokes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overnight They Want The 'Info
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
Someone labors years alone,
Dedicated and toiling through heartaches.
Applies devotion when jokes are thrown.
Then 'suddenly' the one that is mocked,
Establishes a name...
And becomes well known.
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
People will sit back and procrastinate.
Exaggerating what it is they 'wish' to do.
But doing 'nothing' on a daily basis...
Yet spend time critiquing with attitude.
Then time slips from them through their hands,
And when this is realized...
They then want to take a stand.
Wishing from someone,
To show them how things are done.
But absent of patience to listen to anyone!
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Special Moments
If only we could keep
those moments from slippin' away,
grab hold of them and cherish them
and try to make them stay.
But moments like those so often
are hard to hold onto.
They slip right through your fingers
no matter what you do.
You can think about it, talk about it
and remember it for a while.
Then as time keeps rushing away
what's left is just a smile.
The smile that brings those moments back
as if they were happening now.
And those moments that happened long ago
come alive somehow.
And you realize just a glimpse of them
awakens how you feel.
It takes you back to those moments
that time can never steal.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Her Lips Are Copper Wire
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
poem by Jean Toomer
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