Memorial Day
I know there will be many,
Expressing their thanks and gratitude...
On this, a holiday
To those they once knew,
Who were in their lives...
Doing the best they could do,
To show and proved to others...
How much they loved them too.
I just know...
Those preparing their Memorial Day,
Planning family bar-be-cues...
And spicing their favorite drinks,
With assorted purchased booze...
Relaxing in the Sun and enjoying fun.
'Someone'...
Will be expressing their blessings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Setbacks
Those who do not share their ills,
Or bills they pay to survive their lives...
And without the aid of charm or flattery.
Are the ones more than likely to be,
Freely expressing their blessings with grace.
And even though an attitude with mood may show,
They are quick to get over temporary setbacks.
And always seem willing to present gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The modern artist... is working and expressing an inner world - in other words - expressing the energy, the motion, and other inner forces.
quote by Jackson Pollock
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Compensated Enough
Expressing an attitude towards me,
Because my needs were then tolerated.
And she felt obligated to perform...
As if donating to a cause and charity.
And what was done,
Was compensated enough.
To force one of us to leave...
So I did!
And those who knew of this,
Believed me to be the culprit.
I didn't care one bit.
Since a few hours after I said 'I Do'...
She confessed she was in love,
With one of her girlfriends.
Names I wont mention,
To protect my own sanity.
And I had been on her agenda...
As 'something' she could not remove,
Until she proved to her family and friends,
She could find any fool to marry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Have Embraced the Act of Panic
With opportunities,
For some long gone!
Blessings.
To capture blessings...
With an expressing of thankfulness,
Everyday.
With a realization...
They have arrived and have been witnessed.
With opportunities,
For some long gone!
To carry on,
They have embraced the act of panic.
Everyday for many...
There is something they say for them,
Goes wrong.
With opportunities,
For some long gone!
There is something they say for them,
Goes wrong.
Blessings.
To capture blessings...
With an expressing of thankfulness,
Everyday.
With a realization...
They have arrived and have been witnessed.
Blessings.
Some don't see blessings.
But they have embraced,
The act of panic.
Blessings.
Some don't see blessings.
But they have embraced,
The act of panic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Canadian Chronicles 19
Sitting in the sunshine
enjoying the silence of the day.
Relaxing, as all my worries
seem a million miles away.
I don’t want reality to ever kick in
as I sit enjoying the sunshine
on a peaceful summer’s day.
I am enjoying all nature’s natural sounds
like the birds chirping in the trees.
Enjoying summers stance
as the smell of new mowed grass
perfumes the summer day.
It is just like heaven
relaxing on a summer’s day.
13 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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I never was very capable of expressing my feelings or emotions in words. I don't know whether this is the cause why I did it in music and also why I did it in painting. Or vice versa: That I had this way as an outlet. I could renounce expressing something in words.
quote by Arnold Schoenberg
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No art can be noble which is incapable of expressing thought, and no art is capable of expressing thought which does not change.
quote by John Ruskin
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Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
quote by William Arthur Ward
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Looking At The Many People
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people,
Waiting to live a life they like.
The many people...
In a luxurized hype.
Looking at the people,
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Island poem.
The Island was there surrounded by sea,
Where the family stayed, so much to see;
The birds flying in the sky, and on the water too,
Yes! They were enjoying their holiday, it's true.
The Island stretched for many a mile, they could see,
With plenty of shells, and sand, the sunsets so pretty;
The Coconut palms, and date palms, to walk in the cool,
And the children enjoyed it all, for there was no school.
The husband enjoyed to go fishing each day,
The children loved to run on the sand and play;
The wife, she enjoyed it too, to rest under the tree,
Then she called them all at night, it is time for tea.
The Island holiday soon came to an end,
The children said, our holiday we can pretend;
That we are still on our lovely holiday retreat,
And remember the birds, and the birds so sweet.
Have you ever been to an Island, for a holiday?
Maybe you travelled far, to Queensland, is what you'd say;
Or was it somewhere in the Islands of the south see?
You'll know it was a holiday to feel so very free.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Women tend to have recognition and peer group support - recognition from friends and family that this has to be a big issue in their lives. They're more comfortable expressing the need for support and receiving it.
quote by James Levine
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I went for an outrageous form of expressing myself. It seemed to be a way that I could make my name and show that I was somebody.
quote by Dee Snider
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Beyond the Horizon!
Every Day there are some same things that go on
Monday to Friday, Busy as a bee from Morning to Noon
Noon to Evening work is in progress, time moves on
No time for all the friends wanting to meet you soon
Just slow down a bit, take a walk on grassy ground
See the flowers, people and trees that you never knew
Look at the beautiful smiles that are floating around
Everything makes you smile, you feel calm and anew
As you are way too busy and occupied with work everyday
Holiday means spending time with your family and friends
Relaxing and Enjoying is how you spend Saturday and Sunday
Mostly, routines to holidays is just one journey that never ends
Life is truly all about gazing at the Horizon
For none knows what lies Beyond the Horizon.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Too Happy to Fit a Bitterness into My Schedule
Never once,
Did I suggest, hint or insinuate...
Your way of life and outlook,
Was a prefabrication.
You knew my beliefs were different.
And we did not let that become between us,
As friends.
But of late,
You have become more irate.
And you seem to be annoyed,
I am not expressing disappointment...
That you are struggling,
To keep your head above water.
When I faced obstacles on my chosen path.
You laughed.
Expressing no empathy at all.
In fact,
You and your 'friends'...
Would wine and dine,
And socialize without end.
If fact,
You had more time with them to spend.
You then would ignore my calls,
When I needed your company...
As a friend to another.
To say something to me,
In the support of keeping me from not feeling...
Completely lonely.
And this is what you said...
'You made that bed,
Now lay in it by yourself.'
Well...
You made that bed,
Now lay in it by yourself.
You should be comfortable with those words.
But then,
To them I would add...
~Where are those 'friends'?
The ones you chose over me? ~
Am I harborng a bit of bitterness?
No.
Just stating to you what I know to be true.
I'm too happy to fit a bitterness into my schedule.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Tinge Of Sadness
There is always a tinge of sadness
when something comes to an end
whatever that may be.
An affair that has ended
leaves a void in your life
as two hearts depart.
The end of a novel
and the characters you’ve loved
drift off into the sunset of their lives.
A holiday that has brought pleasure,
now an end to a relaxing time.
Each end with a tinge of sadness
because they will never come again.
At least never in the same way
no matter what you do.
25 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Fake Holiday
Cards
candies
stuffed animals
flowers
All of these are objects
objects that are bought
objects that are given
objects masking falsehood
Valentine's Day
it is suppose to be a holiday about love
about expressing that love
with things
Where is its background
what god/goddess inspired it
what event in history made this day
why do we celebrate Valentine's Day
Some say it is to celebrate love
I say that you should do that every day
love is a blessing
not an icon that gets only one day of worship
Valentine's Day
is about putting money in a salesmen's pocket
is about the false worship of love
is a holiday without foundation
Love should not be worshipped one day out of the year
love should be treasured everyday
you shouldn't need a holiday
to tell the one you love...
'I love you.'
poem by Kaysen Fraker
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Count Your Blessings
During this Holiday Season;
Count your many blessings,
No matter what Santa brings.
Let gratitude be the reason,
Your jubilant heart sings!
poem by Ray Lucero
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(The) Depthness of This Kind of Introspect...
There are many poems I've written,
That have not been read or 'rated'.
I can understand,
How some may find that a need...
When insecurity most writers feed.
And there are those gregarious folks,
Enjoying their closeness.
Who do prefer their own company.
Or socialize with those expressing...
How they maintain a degree of 'normalcy'.
While all find themselves accepting...
Dysfunctions none regret.
And I find myself more respected,
By those who know...
With an acknowledgement familiar.
That does not criticize or demean,
The depthness of this kind of introspect...
With an intellect encouraged and shared,
And freely felt to expose upon these scenes...
With those who are unopposed to show their caring.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prescribed Thought A Prescribed Mode Of Action
There is no such a thing
There is no such a thing as a most natural way
There is no such a thing as a most natural way of expressing a thought
There is no such a thing as a most natural way of expressing a thought a mode of action
There is no such a thing as a most natural way of expressing a thought a mode of action a form of logic
After so much thought
After so much thought about loneliness
It becomes apparent
Logic can no longer be relied upon
Logic can no longer be relied upon as a base for studying the structure of language
The structure of my poetry
The structure of my soul
The structure of my God
I dare think
I dare to know
I dare to think
I will not be hardwired from the thinking of my birth rising from some dogmatic slumber.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Regret That Is Unrelenting
If I had known...
A hint or clue,
You were rushing to see me.
I would not have grown impatient.
But last I saw you...
It was you.
You were the one,
Who had lost your patience.
In one single breath...
You left!
It pains me now,
To know we could have met...
To forgive and forget.
I did come back...
To find a note,
Expressing your sorrow.
Expressing a loneliness...
I had felt,
Hungering in sleeplessness...
That greeted me in my emptiness.
You said you understood.
And you would be gone,
For good.
How could you?
I would reach out.
Shouting for that embrace,
That now seems to have been erased...
By bad timing.
I am now the one pining for you.
Intensely yearning.
With a regret that is unrelenting.
Moments like these I wish I could send away.
But they stay.
To beat in a rhythm my heart wants to hold,
With you again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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