Manicured And Stretched Out Hands
A repeating of facts,
Continues to drone on the deaf ears...
Of those not interested,
For what appears to be for them...
Constant badgering delivered with critique.
People have grown accustomed to their laziness.
No matter how constructive the truth,
Many prefer their realities diluted.
And the ones who can present the best arguments,
For reasons to ignore any mention of discomfort...
May gain an attention given to be followed by complaints.
Those familiar with receiving just hugs and kisses,
Are always heard to wish for those times they reminisce.
When offerings of escapades were theirs in abundance.
But today with protests and persistent demands,
Even the basic entitlements once given are slowly fading away.
With or without those manicured and stretched out hands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offending The Validity Of Truth
When it clearly appears those in denial,
Only choose to hear and see...
What it is they wish and want to believe,
The ones who are wasting their time...
Seem to be those people persistent,
In the underlining of the facts...
On huge and mounted neon signs,
Affixed everywhere to be seen in public.
Offending both the validity of dismissed truth,
As well as the many who claim...
Such activities are mentally abusive.
And affects the demands they present,
To have life lived from their perspective consented.
No matter who opposes the content of their entitlements,
With 'absurd' and outlandish realities they find to be pointless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Voice
There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Facts Are Surfacing All Over The Place
Confronting anyone today with facts,
Not thickly coated in enriching sweetness...
Begins in an unending argument!
Oh...
Wait a minute!
That was yesterday.
Today...
Facts are surfacing all over the place.
Creating protests for a return,
Of those yesterdays!
The speed by which truth is being exposed,
Has diluted those minds uncertain to determine...
From which 'reality' to pick and choose.
And 'this' has confused the minds of many.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving The People Thoroughly Confused
Remember in times of innocence,
How easy it was to accuse others...
Of being mean and indifferent.
And those who did this,
Had been secretly deceiving...
While receiving and pocketing benefits?
Well...
Today those same people,
With the use of familiar tactics...
Have been accusing those,
Who have chosen to expose them...
Of being dishonest,
By revealing the facts!
With an incorporating of truth,
To attack them with that.
Leaving the people thoroughly confused,
As to why something 'new' should be NOW introduced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mood
What can be termed as mood?
Can that be called conducive for good?
Situation may not take you out of wood
You may not even like or prefer food
It is perfect condition to emit ideas
Nothing will be heard even good pleas
Good melody may also fall to deaf ears
Perfection may take longer or even years
Mind may set in and take complete rest
Emergence of constructive but thoughts best
Some times may prove hard or acid test
Right time to strike, write and paste
Don’t attempt when nothing appeals
Thoughts may cross and ideas repeal
Allow normal function with gate closed
Gradual entry with no more ideas forced
It is like child demanding toy
Nothing will convince even if you employ
Good alternatives with submitting to demands
Even if you threaten with severe remands
Childish play with funny acts
Got to know with basic facts
Simply arranging with current scene
Facts to be reflected as never before seen
Poets are whimsical and funny
Care not for any more penny
It is simple presentation of views
May not head to any more clues
It is not magic or creating words
Simple notes and looking too forwards
It may not have head and tales
Poets are many as sea have whales
Poets may create new concept and waves
Beautiful ideas which may produce heroes and braves
It may not be drive powerful wagon
Certainly a sharp and double edged weapon
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Suitable For An Agenda
People may choose to believe,
They will punish someone...
For an act disliked that was done.
However,
If what was done consciously...
And with intent,
That punishment delivered...
May be suitable for an agenda,
One does not mention...
But joyfully gets.
We live in those times,
When all beliefs once easily defined...
Can no longer be legitimized,
By our expectations of receiving...
What we perceive as we envision it.
There are those who do things,
Just for the attention...
Others unknowingly give,
To the ones planning their own course...
For something to do to lead those offtrack.
Minds today,
Are not that easily persuaded...
To be led one way,
With a dependable process once used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found On the Receiving End
I extend my hand.
And you examine it,
To see if my nails are manicured.
In the bag,
I've delivered to you...
An assortment of cans of soup.
With a can opener.
Familiarize yourself with it.
And use it as you choose.
You are going to find,
Less attention given to your pretensions.
And more are you going to accept,
Acts of kindness that do not distract.
Especially when your needs,
Become identified in your mind...
To be found on the receiving end!
You will discover a forgiveness,
On the streets...
Has today,
Become an urgent necessity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could Not Possibly Be Done Without Them
A persistent consistency isn't resistent to critique.
No!
Even though this may be believed.
There is a shared interdependency,
That benefits as a gift.
One who has been focused with purpose,
Has become accustomed to this deed.
And determined to use criticsm,
As a sign of something done...
That is appreciated but not by everyone.
And this continues with a seeking of critique one does,
As a method to keep critics feeling instrumental...
To what is needed to achieve what one does to do,
That could not possibly be done without them...
To ignite that inspiration kept and sought,
For a motivation that sparks one's drive to succeed.
'You could have used another line to rhyme with the other.
Why didn't you do it? '
~It's for the critics I exist.
But 'this' I keep them unaware of it.
I like to refer to this done,
As a mutual benefit of applied irritation.~
'But...
Does it work? '
~We've been irritating each other for years.
So I would think that it does.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone
(jon-john)
Youve been in love once before
But never quite like this (no)
And you fall in love more and more
With every single kiss (yeah)
So tell me why do you do the things
That you continue to do
When Im not the one who hurt you so
I wouldnt cheat on you
It cant keep goin on
Like the feeling doesnt exist
Or the one you love will be the one you miss
Then youll dream about love and how it would be
But then youll wake up to reality to find Im gone, Im gone
Then youll start to think and reminisce
coz its my hugs and kisses youll miss
But Im gone, Im gone
You go through life searching for love
And youre lucky if you find (yeah)
Someone who cares about you so
And will never mislead you (no)
But if you hide the way you feel, why do you carry on?
coz I wont stay around to wait on you to make up your mind
It cant keep going on like the feeling doesnt exist
Or the one you love will be the one you miss
Then youll dream about love and how it would be
But then youll wake up to reality to find Im gone, Im gone
Then youll start to think and reminisce
coz its my hugs and kisses youll miss
But Im gone, Im gone
It cant keep going on like the feeling doesnt exist
Or the one you love will be the one you miss
Then youll dream about love and how it would be
But then youll wake up to reality to find Im gone, Im gone
Then youll start to think and reminisce
coz its my hugs and kisses youll miss
But Im gone, Im gone
Then youll dream about love and how it would be
But then youll wake up to reality to find Im gone, Im gone
Then youll start to think and reminisce
coz its my hugs and kisses youll miss
Im gone, Im gone
La la la la la
La la de da
(repeat to end, with chorus in background)
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Standing On The Other Side
Whatever it was you thought you had time to do.
And with a familiar procrastination...
You would do what pleases you.
And...
With a comprehension missed,
Along with an attention span...
You pawned for something quicker,
With an ease you believed...
You could control and demand?
Well,
Attached your ears to this...
Those days are gone!
And those that have moved on...
Have left you,
Behind.
Standing on the other side of that mental divide.
Standing and waiting,
For an acknowledgement you had grown accustomed...
That others would provide.
But you missed them!
Standing as the winds of changed,
Pushed you aside.
And they were there...
Giving you a long wave goodbye.
Like in...
Do whatever you please,
'Cause that day has come...
For most to ignore,
What it is you have not yet done!
What you could not believe,
Has arrived to make you convinced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Handpick
You have spent most of your adult life
Disregarding advice
To prioritize the enjoyment of your escapades
With critque of those who slowly took steps
That aging gracefully benefits
With a seriousness.
Clinging onto youth betrays
In ways that fade away with quick fads
And today
You have awakened to play a game of catchup
Fast
With many who had been afraid to face realities
And those realities have never allowed anyone
To handpick
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deaf To Voices
Deaf to voices,
Other than their own ingrown...
Patronizes a tension.
And seeks imbalanced attention.
Creating confusion.
With a self inflicting wish,
That demands...
To be heard as commanded.
And disputes the commonplace of truth.
Dissecting its universal accepted meaning,
Only to appease a deafness,
That wishes truth to be of its own creation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An honest always suffer
Why do honest people always suffer?
What is reason behind it that they differ?
Why can’t they accept good wishes and offers?
Are they really on right path and true thinkers?
It is an age old tradition that comes on surface
Lots of criticism and comments we have to face
People choose material gain and involve in mad race
They get frustration and disillusion in any case
They will find appropriate place and honor
The present set back can be considered as minor
It may take some times to get established
All their efforts may stand good and not finished
The world may realize its utility
There is scope for its continuity
No use pursuing in its futility
It may be sub standard in quality
All the sufferings and insult is there for honest
It doesn’t pay him desired result even if it best
It may be crucial time or can be considered as test
He will not keep quite and pursue it without rest
His work may not be realized or fall on deaf ears
It may need hard efforts for many more years
It may develop fatigue and body may wear out
He still may opt and go in for it through out
They have nothing to loose at the end
He may not distinguish between foes and friends
He is always there for right cause with reasons
He has same feeling with energy in all the seasons
Let there be unhealthy competition or unreasonable demand
The right people will pursue it till the end
It can’t make any impact on their activities
They may still live with elegance and niceties
You need few people to fall in line with
There lie bare facts with the truth
Anybody can choose for or against
It is really worth to go in and invest
You may suffer initially but ultimately gain
It may prove successful and not go in vain
The tiring efforts are bound to succeed
It may remain within limit and not exceed
The flowers in garden may boom in spring
The birds may build the nest and rest the wings
It is nice place to seek refuge and rest
You may then have beautiful ideas to put on test
The environment and nature also comes to the rescue
We must pay enough attention which is in fact over due
When they are generous all the way in nature
Why can’t we be same for our bright future?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Transfixed With Beliefs Of Entitlements
They had once hated Shakespeare.
Now they grace his depictions of 'royal' dysfunctions...
As if he is revered.
And he is.
Using men dressed as women,
And poking jokes at the pretentious folks.
A banned Shakespeare...
Stayed committed to what he wrote.
Einstein wasn't embraced as a genius at first.
He was too brilliant, too wise.
And his mind was not limited.
It was in the stars and beyond in this Universe.
And 'whomever' it was to discover the Earth,
Was round and not flat...
Shut a lot of stunned mouths,
Beginning to realize that from undenied facts.
And here we are today,
Minds depleted of truth.
Minds easily deceived...
By appearances and deceit.
Keeping those deluded has begun to fade away.
As those transfixed with beliefs of entitlements...
Are realizing their values and standards,
Have been financed by those who had been patient.
Now that patience has made demands for them to pay.
~May we have your undivided attention, please.
Those who believed what was yours to keep...
They have been on loan just like the land you believe you own.
Scratch your heads or scratch your backs!
However you accept what is stated...
Facts are the facts and there is no erasing that.
We...
Collectively,
Are not here to prolong your perceptions of truth.
Feel free to learn everything and anything about us,
As you wish.
We intend to extend our visit with a smooth transition.
And ensure an enduring working relationship.
THAT we guarantee 'and' promise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much More Than They Deserve
I have no interest in them,
For several reasons.
But I will use just one!
I prefer not to be in their presence.
Since I've grown accustomed,
To breathing fresh air.
Any other statemement I make,
Will be a waste of my time.
And already they have taken,
Much more than they deserve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone without Goodbye - English and Japanese
Lost letters lost letters
With the clouds may slide
After finding them waiting
On their hands you lie.
Lost kisses lost kisses
With the wind may fly
After finding them sleeping
On their shoulder you lie.
Lost hugs lost hugs
All the needy ones find
Then slowly and kind
Do hold them tight.
Roll up on them tightly
But with greatest care
Gently delicate kindly:
-Shhh! Don't let them be aware.
Letters, Kisses and Hugs
Vacuum all the cries
Spick and span cleaned
Let all smiles, rise!
I wrote this as a prayer letter for all the 3? 1 1? (March 11) tsunami victims (dead or alive) I hope will really get to the ones it was meant for..
here is the japanese interpretation by my friend Miyuki san:
poem by Elena Sandu
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Necessities and Basic Needs
Rapidly decreasing,
Are those self defeating beatings.
The ones inflicted when people got upset...
Over what others had they saw and wished for,
They could not for themselves get.
Ceasing are those jealousies,
And tantrums thrown by pests of bad habits.
Slowly growing to show are necessities.
And basic needs are today's realities agreed.
For many unfamiliar but being introduced.
Rapidly decreasing,
Are those self defeating beatings.
The ones inflicted when people got upset...
Over what others had they saw and wished for,
They could not for themselves get.
Ceasing are those jealousies,
And tantrums thrown by pests of bad habits.
Slowly growing to show are necessities.
And basic needs are today's realities agreed.
For many unfamiliar but being introduced,
Without seduction to reduce one into temptation.
And...
We all have experience the expense of that game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In An Appreciative Mood
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Spending time to offer sound advice,
Or constructive criticsm...
Delivered with a bit of sugar and spice.
Trying to make what is given,
As comfortable and nice as possible.
Some may not accept it for what it is!
Beginning a dance of denial.
Coming with a dripping of tears.
And perhaps accompanied with a verbal attack!
Do not react.
An exposed personality,
Refuses to accept facts!
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Be on your way.
And let them have theirs.
People are not responsive today.
To be grateful to another...
Who may go out of their way,
To show how much they care!
It's best to leave these folks in a pool of grief...
To offer an understanding,
That ends up going no where!
Do not waste your time.
Unless you have a desire,
To have yours devalued!
Some folks will never be in an appreciative mood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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