Mistreatment
As long as it is believed,
You are the one pegged...
To be used and teased,
By others who see your kindness
As a sign that you are weak.
Don't lose any sleep.
Remember people like that...
Will someday reveal themselves as creeps.
As long as you keep,
What you say honest and true...
You can hold your head up high.
Wherever you go!
Whatever you do!
Know in your heart there are few like you.
So many today say they pray for peace...
And they are the first ones to show,
Someone like you...
A unity means nothing at all.
If it can't be welcomed and/or released.
Especially towards another,
Who shows and gives respect!
Familiarity breeds contempt with intention.
And there are some living lives with that done.
Regardless of who receives mistreatment next.
And jealousy is immediately exposed...
If you or anyone
Can produce without them
Something that merits success!
And placing your steps away from those like this...
Is a suggestion recommended,
That has been put to the test!
Don't waste your time trying to understand them.
Be glad they have shown you,
A way of life you can't accept!
Let them plunge into a sinkhole...
This is what they want!
Assist them to get what they expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friend's Reunion
With a warm and loving feeling deep in my heart
I welcome you this moment right from the start.
We haven't seen each other for such a long time
I do hope you will appreciate hearing this rhyme.
Many things happened during the long break
it was almost as if our friendship was at stake.
Yet somehow love has found a way to bring us together
I'll never forget this moment and will cherish it forever.
I vaguely remember the time of our last meeting
so please bear with me now this overdue greeting.
Though time hasn't diminished the joy I still feel
being with you is the only moment which is real.
You are the true friend anyone wouldn't like to lose
your presence in my heart and mind I couldn't choose.
Some say that familiarity usually breeds contempt
but our relationship is such that we do not resent.
You need me just as much as I need you
and are with me always - how very true.
We are the lover and beloved and love is our game
of separation and reunion being eternally the same.
poem by George Krokos
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Martin Luther King Jr.
When I was little, I wanted to be
A speaker against prejudice and hating
My dad told me of a man of ground breaking
He spoke of equality for you and me
This man would bring people together
Of every creed and color
He tried to teach us live with each other
Side by side with toleration as brothers
He did not expect us to live in bliss
But with respect and without malice
He had a dream so strong and true
He had a dream for me and you
His life was short and not so perfect
He was simple man and a born sinner
A master of words and a deal spinner
But he was a model, a man to respect
His life was cut too short one day
By a man filled with fear and hate
If they were both alive here today
He would wipe the slate clean and pray
The good in his heart
Has lived on today
It shows when we show
Respect for each other
We hear of Equality, Peace, and Love
These can be all be linked
To that man who had a dream
To let freedom ring
His dream lives on today
poem by Pookey's Poems
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Respect That Other Person
Respect that other person he doesn't disrespect you
He search for the path to success the hard road he's been through
You may feel his best not good enough but at least he's game to try
There's more to life far more to life than me, myself and I.
Don't begrudge that other person some respect to him show
He may not be a great success but at least he has a go
Before the child takes his first steps he has to learn to crawl
And on the uphill climb through life one can expect to fall.
Respect that other person he's a good sort of man
To make a success of his life he does the best he can
He works hard for his children and he's faithful to his wife
And he deserve some credit for making the most of life
Respect that other person for some respect he is due
For if you do not respect others, others will not respect you
He works hard for his family and he doesn't draw easy pay
And he is one who lives life in the good and honest way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Picky and Petty Too
This is how the mind of those unconnected wind...
When they want something from you,
They want you to do.
They expect you to do it regardless of your time!
But don't expect 'that' from them...
You can try test after test,
And your conclusions will find...
As long as you allow them to use up your time,
They will think you have nothing else to do!
Because you think of them before yourself,
And selfishness for themselves 'first'...
Will be shown time after time to you!
That is how the mind of those unconnected wind.
And even though you know this is true...
Don't waste your time bringing it to their attention.
They will claim 'you' complain,
As well as picky and petty too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Familiarity breeds contempt; distance breeds respect.
How Can You Expect Me To Know?
How can you expect me,
To respect who you are,
If you have yet to reveal...
Who it is you are to me?
And you continue to let me,
Expose my feelings...
To allow them to show?
How can you expect me,
To respect who you are,
If you have yet to reveal...
Who it is you are to me?
And you continue to let me,
Expose my feelings...
To allow them to show?
How can you expect me to know to do this...
When all through our relationship,
You have been in denial mode.
How can you expect me to know?
When to me you have not let that show.
How can you expect me to know?
Do you...
Know when it shows when it does,
And,
Point that out to me to witness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kindly Hurry
Hurry for me and my angelic kindness,
Tomorrow the days are long, and the nights short.
Sadly, the haste in use is of no use,
For the names of people are recorded only by angels.
Someday, the living will remember,
And the dying will show respect for the living.
For the living live with exploration,
And they see more than those angels.
Hurry now that the seeing is complete,
For the heads and hearts there is no sight to possess.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Before I Die
If I was to die next week
I wouldn't try to weap
I wouldn't try to cry
I wouldn't try to have hatred inside me
Before I die
I will pray to the Lord to forgive everybody's sins
And people to have a long, happy, and healthy life
I would pray to the Lord hoping that life will never ruin anybody
If life was to ruin someone, I would want it to ruin me
Before I die
I will spent my time talking to my friends and smile
I wouldn't try to put an angry frown on my face
I will forgive people even if they did something really disgraceful
Because it burdens me when I don't forgive someone
Before I die
I would try to make people around me happy
I would want people to view the world as if there's more kindness and less greediness
I would want the people to forgive easily and let their enemies become their friends
I would want the people around me to laugh a lot before I die
Before I die
I would make everything in peace
So in peace as if life couldn't get any better
People will laugh more instead of cry more
People will smile instead of frowning more
I want people to be optimistic
Before I die
I would want people to find the good things about other people and themselves
I would want the people not to judge others too quickly
I would want people to understand others even it's annoying them
I want the people to be patient and not be so greedy.
If some of these wishes came true
I would die peacefully
When I die
I hope people wouldn't show their tears
I hope I could die with a smile
And I hope that whatever I left behind
Will be something that I could remember when I look from Heaven.
Reveal Yourself
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself.
Life on earth is so bizarre,
We must find a way to fulfill,
What we really are,
Yes its true,
I love you,
And theres nothing you do thats wrong,
Find values of your own.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know.
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Or free yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know that its reality.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore.
There are no rules where life is concerned,
Our past must be burned,
For theres nothing we have learned,
And its true,
I believe that we must all be free,
Immortal you and me.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Till there isnt anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
And maybe youll go down in history.
Oh, how much longer must your life remain a mystery,
It doesnt matter if youre thick and fat or thin and long,
You must find out exactly where it is that you belong.
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Doesnt matter anymore,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
On the living room floor,
Reveal yourself,
For there are places even you dont know,
Reveal yourself,
For life is nothing but a movie show,
Reveal yourself,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul,
Your sanity,
Just got to see it,
Smell it,
Know thats its reality,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
Reveal yourself,
It doesnt matter if the world thinks youre right or wrong,
Reveal yourself.
song performed by by Kinks
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Hey God
Hey God I just lost a dear old friend
Hey God I hope hes in your angel band
Hey God you know he believed in you
Just help me understand why you do the things you do
Hey God send me down some comfort please
Hey God Ill be down here on my knees
Hey God will we ever comprehend
The forgiveness and grace that lies waiting in the end
Oh theres anger and tears
For all of the years that your children wont have you to hold
Oh my heart had been broken
The angels have spoken still I wish I could watch you grow old
Hey God I know he didnt die alone
Hey God tell my old friend welcome home
Hey God please hear me when I pray
Pray for a little peace til we meet again someday
Pray for a little peace til we meet again someday
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Grateful and Pleased
I've been too real.
And I think,
That has been my greatest flaw.
When someone discovers,
A thing one does...
Is much bigger than they perceive.
They begin to believe,
It should be shown...
As they conceive it to be.
Like in magazines, movies...
Or on national TV.
And when it isn't...
They don't know how to react.
Since they know they have shown,
A lot of disrespect.
And they expect to get that back.
And when they realize,
Something genuine has been missed...
They attempt to overcompensate for it.
Instead of showing the respect given,
That has been shown to them.
They begin to then look at another a different way.
As if what had been displayed for years...
To them had not been known that way.
I've been too real.
And I think,
That has been my greatest flaw.
And that's why I prefer the peace of my own company.
Too many are deluded,
By impressions of success.
And why those amongst them...
Should live somewhere else to do that best.
'So and so,
Has a condo in New York City.
Did you know so and so,
Moved from Atlanta to LA? '
No I didn't.
I'm glad to have a bus pass.
Ad peace of mind with me everyday.
And I pray for it to last.
I am grateful and pleased,
To be right where I am!
And happy to have my life in perspective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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R.e.s.p.e.c.t
It's hard to tell them when what's true,
'Cause deep inside you know they’ll judge you,
Put you down and even condemn you,
They perfectly don't know what you feel,
But still, they don't want to understand what’s real,
'Cause for them you're just the dirt in their hands,
They won't open their hearts and accept you,
But they'll slam the door and push you away,
Tell you you're nothing and stab you with the hurtful word they say.
No one is perfect as many people would say,
But in their eyes, they feel perfect and they won't listen to a word you say,
Respect is a broad word to understand not by mind but by our hearts and soul,
It's confusing to know what respect really means,
'Cause respect couldn’t be seen,
People are people and yes we make mistakes,
We try to be perfect but still, there are rules that we break,
The test of time will measure who we really are with every brave soul that sticks to the word respect and practice it,
Is a ghost of reality that haunts everyone to change what they are today,
Change the things that are wrong and learn to give way.
Good people often get hit by intrigues all the time,
But it doesn't mean revenge should come on the line,
'Cause if only people would learn to give respect to live and if we learn to give respect we'll all be happy,
And we'll never see someone crying or planning revenge to somebody,
Let's RESPECT everybody, treat them as a family.
poem by Karen Montegrande
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Have I Told You, Son?
Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll be a man?
And that someday that I can't help you,
You'll have to make a stand?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a car?
And that for you to reach me,
Would still be much too to far?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a wife?
And that she'll be there for you,
When I am no longer in your life?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
Have I told you, son,
That someday all things will end?
And though I fixed your bicycle,
Some things you cannot mend?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
And have I told you, son.
That someday soon I won't be ill?
And that even though I'm gone
I'll be with you still?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
And have I told you, son,
That someday we'll meet again?
And that you'll tell your son just what I told you 'way back then? '
So hold your head up high,
And when you tell your son
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.
poem by Gabrielle Morgan
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If We Can Accept the Teaching of Our Lessons
Gentle is my touch...
After I have roughed you up,
And busted your gut.
To reveal to the both of us...
What can and can not be,
Taken for granted.
With that stage inviting us,
To take that next step to test.
And,
Only then...
Can we come to a compromise.
Knowing those limitations once unknown...
Have been exceeded.
With a test administered...
Receiving some surprising results,
Unexpected...
But reflecting a much needed comprehension.
Why getting to that point...
Has to be painfully exposed.
If we are to continue saying,
There is a respect...
For each other's needs.
Without providing the evidence...
Is a mystery assigned to mankind.
And that evidence is kept,
As if in a secretive treasure chest.
Teased by a key,
Left to dangle in suspense.
No longer will we use that as a requirement,
To express our love.
That expression of it...
Has finally come out of hiding.
Heated to be released and freed.
To unlock all that has blocked progress.
Upon that evidence being exposed,
A breathing becomes easier.
Without doubt to question.
Opening closed eyes wide.
To gaze upon a new avenue...
On a 'trip' one sought to take.
But clearly sees the pointlessness,
Of such mindless travels.
And destinations as they are...
You will then know I can be gentle.
And I will then know...
You no longer take me for a fool!
A new day dawns.
And a relationship shared,
That was thought to be unconditional...
Will always be ours to understand,
Some conditions must be applied...
To continue that growth we both admit,
Is wished.
If this journey is going to be taken together.
And those hidden boundaries,
Will then be distanced from our minds...
Forever.
And love,
Between us...
Will be all that is known,
And shown.
If we can accept...
The teaching of our lessons.
With those adjustments,
Defiantly held in a blinding stubbornness...
Now forcibly erased effectively from delusion.
And is gone from us,
To enjoy an established reality...
We have adopted.
And can say is unencumbered by ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sign On The Cross
by Bob Dylan
Now, I try, oh for so awf'ly long
And I just try to be.
And now, oh it's a gold mine
But it's so fine.
Yes, but I know in my head
That we're all so misled,
And it's that ol' sign on the cross
That worries me.
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,
I saw what I wanted to be,
And it's all for the sake
Of that picture I should see.
But I was lost on the moon
As I heard that front door slam,
And that old sign on the cross
Still worries me.
Well, it's that old sign on the cross,
Well, it's that old key to the kingdom,
Well, it's that old sign on the cross
Like you used to be.
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross. Ev'ry day,
ev'ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin' up
on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have
disappeared long ago, but I'm here to tell you, friends,
that I'm afraid it's lyin' there still. Yes, just a
little time is all you need, you might say, but I don't
know 'bout that any more, because the bird is here and
you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might
be closed. But I just would like to tell you one time,
if I don't see you again, that the thing is, that the sign
on the cross is the thing you might need the most.
Yes, the sign on the cross
Is just a sign on the cross.
Well, there is some on every chisel
And there is some in the championship, too.
Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
And your nights are long,
You might think you're weak
But I mean to say you're strong.
Yes you are, if that sign on the cross,
If it begins to worry you.
Well, that's all right because sing a song
And all your troubles will pass right on through.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Because of Their Standards, Values and Interests
You see them?
They are the ones...
The very same people,
Who declared themselves victims...
Of enemies.
And those enemies obstructed,
Their progress and efforts made.
With frustrations that prevented...
Benefits they struggled to get,
For all of the people they represented.
They were supported.
And believed.
You see them?
They are the same folks,
Who knowingly backed themselves into a hole.
With the selling of false goods.
To reveal themselves less than angels.
And adorned with tainted halos.
And in disbelief...
They were comforted by those unconscious.
Who further supported them.
Even stronger.
You see them?
They are the ones,
Who declared they had enemies.
Backed themselves into hole.
Exposed themselves as less than angels.
Fed their greed exclusively.
And in discreet secretly...
Deceived.
And now with heads bowed,
They make public appearances to profess...
Unity is needed and must be addressed.
Since those enemies declared they claimed,
Are preparing to make announcements...
That financial arrangements,
With loans made that must be paid.
Has extended the patience of their 'enemies'.
And those 'enemies' could care less,
What charades played in masquerade...
Is in need of more time,
For a promised kept silence...
To ease unwarranted stress.
Because of their standards, values and interests,
Those less than honest...
Are about to lose even their decadence.
And they are hoping their 'enemies'
Show them more respect...
Than they have shown.
A marketing of decadence...
They confess is a creation they own.
With no discipline to invest,
In the correction of this themselves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Early Frost
Summer came and went so fast, at my summer home
I found a summer love and I hoped it would last
But then the rain came down that fall
And Im all out of reasons that you dont call
And sometimes on my windowpane I write your name
Like we did in those grains of sand
Because in my mind nothing has changed
And my heart keeps telling me I ought to lose my pride and just call you
So I will, yes I will, when I get around to it
My head keeps battling with reasons to keep my spirit believing that you still,
I pray you still remember me
So many things run through my mind
Why did you lose your thrill?
Did I hold you tight?
A love for all seasons I believe I got it right
Yeah thats what Id hear when Id kiss you goodnight
But thats gone, theres just pain in my chest
A love songs replaced your sweet caress
And I cant see how that will do
And my heart keeps telling me I ought to lose my pride and just call you
So I will, yes I will, when I get around to it
My head keeps battling with reasons to keep my spirit believing that you still,
I pray you still remember me
Although I feel that times passing me by
I long for the day that youll be back in my life
So I close my eyes and pray that we will be together
Together someday
song performed by by Youngstown
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The Dodging Of Bullets, Fistfights And Arguments
Too much evidence is there,
That a breakdown of respect has been lost.
And 'that' has become more than common.
A total absence of discipline,
Has been gone for so long...
That the younger generation,
Immediately become offended...
When it is implied or mentioned.
So...if I don't accept your invitation,
For another call to unite in unity, again!
It is not because I don't believe,
A unity can be achieved or pursued.
I do.
It's just that the dodging of bullets,
Fistfights and arguments...
Will not be on my agenda to witness,
This year.
Perhaps when the excitement,
Of celebrating it dies down a bit...
And we are comfortable enough,
To be together with a definition...
Of what a togetherness means.
And is comprehended...
I will then feel less threatened by its presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Only The Ability To Waste
There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.
But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.
Today?
How things have changed.
Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.
But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.
'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: God, Let Me Be Straight
If straight I am, my mind cannot be weak;
If honest I'm, the liars make me weep;
If good I am, living is tough to eke;
If balanced I'm, I work well, play and sleep.
If humane be, the people ignore me,
If kind I am, the others fear me not;
If love you show, they misunderstand thee;
If forgiving, they think I can't be hot.
Hard-work in life, awaste can never go;
The cheats can't cheat for long and endlessly;
The day will come when success sure will show,
And God will clad His Upright in glory.
Let sufferings and failures threaten me;
I know I'll win on earth, ultimately.
poem by John Celes
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