My Worth I Already Know
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
I know my feet are planted steadily,
On the ground.
With other clowns!
In pretense.
That this circus lived...
Strains from decadence.
And cheerful smiles,
Should be passed around.
Even if one is feeling down.
No!
Uh-huh.
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
No!
Uh-huh.
No plastic mask,
Will I snap on fast.
Just to convey...
Others find me 'okay'.
No!
Uh-huh.
Not me.
I'm not willing to release my peace...
To gain that kind of entry!
Not to pay a fee,
To be found worthy.
My worth...
I already know!
And it is freed of masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Friendship Is But A Flower
A friendship is but a flower
Growing out in Gods garden
Helping out the fellow man
Not knowing should they get a pardon
A friendship is but a flower
Waiting to bloom in the spring
Waiting with a helping hand or an ear
To help or listen to most any ol thing
A friendship is but a flower
That God lends to us for a while
To help us along our way
And give us a reason for a smile
A friendship is but a flower
Leaving impressions on our hearts
Never knowing when it might end
But, always happy to see it start
A friendship is but a flower
Sent with guidance from above
The friendship must be based on trust
But, like the flower, it's started with Gods love
Friendship is but a flower
Sent down for all of us to share
So pass on your bit of friendship
Show someone just how much you care
A friendship is but a flower
And this friendship I pass on to you
So please take my flower and friendship
So you can pass it on to others too
wrote 3/3/2009 by Norman Hale Jr
poem by Norman Hale
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In Need Of An Audience
The ones with egos,
Seem to always bring their mysteries...
To be addressed.
With a massaging done constantly.
While those with credentials,
Appear to have less to express.
Bearing nothing with them to appease,
Or tease anyone to impress.
The ego driven,
Seem to wish their interests known.
These folks no one can just walk pass.
As those of true accomplishment,
Deliver their deeds with a speed to be believed.
To leave those who strut,
With pomp vacant of circumstance.
And feeding on a need for attention shown.
Overblown, overstaged and miscast.
Doers of accomplishments,
Never find themselves uncomfortable.
Not in environments where they are left alone.
Wherever they are,
They appear to be relaxed.
Almost as if they wish this to be condoned.
'I'm in need of an audience!
Where can I get an audience quick? '
Are the frantic fed panics of those with egos.
And making themselves sick.
With wishes to flap their lips a bit.
These thoughts are on the minds of those,
With a need to have their egos 'breathe'.
In a desperate unspoken desire to please.
In an approved acceptance they must solicit...
To feel themselves qualified.
Approved!
And undeniably received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Frazzled
Frazzled by the foolishness turned on,
And the quality that's gone...
As the people try to pawn,
All their values quick.
And I'm frazzled by the...
Hopelessness that's fed,
Accepted without care...
By the people everywhere,
Sobbing in their pits.
And within their pits,
Holding on with tightened grips.
Oh I'm frazzled by the despair that I see.
I'm frazzled by the frowns surrounding me.
I'm frazzled by the acceptance of all this.
And no one will admit,
This is sick!
And I'm frazzled by the sight of all of it!
Oh yes I'm frazzled by the...
Foolish turned on.
And the quality that's gone,
As the people try to pawn...
All their values quick.
I'm frazzled by the quality that's gone,
As the people try to pawn...
All their values quick.
This is sick.
And I'm not 'hip' to this one bit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed of All Costumes Worn
How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
When those in masquerade,
Can be identify by...
Well,
A masquerading.
And those parading their charades,
Are obvious enough to solicit a snoring...
From those bored.
And those bored ignore to the point...
They rather walk away than to play anymore.
How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
Before the screaming is heard from those...
That a clarity of reality,
Has been freed of all costumes worn.
'Will you please stop singing,
'Send In The Clowns'?
Don't bother...
They're here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Friendship Day,2011
Good friendship is important in earthly life
True friendship is a rare find, lasting a life-time
Friendship is supportive, wholesome and priceless
Friendship must grow but is difficult to keep.
Friendship affords joy, solace and distraction
Friendship gives a better meaning to life
Friendship may deliver what parents sometimes fail to
Friendship is valuable, useful and advantageous.
Friendship makes the world a better place to live
Friendship makes living worthwhile, loveable and liveable
Friendship creates the right environs for sharing
The basis of good friendship is selfless, dedicated love of a special kind.
(7-8-11)
poem by John Celes
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
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A smile for you
Where do all the smiles go,
When things don't go your way?
If you smile at me, I'll smile too
Pass it along throughout the day
If you surround yourself with frowns
They only bring sorrow & pain
So fill your world with a smile
This feeling i cannot explain
Be careful. It's contagious.
It's very catching, you see
You see, I'm already affected
As I see you smile at me
It's quite catching. You know
Smiles find a way into your heart
Laughter helps to heal, and
A smile is where it starts
poem by Rachel Zarantonello
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Not to Be Forgotten
Jaded by the suddenness of one's quick death.
With a quick breath taken,
There comes this acceptance unexpected that sits.
A numbing affect takes place.
And any happiness seems as if a universe away.
Until a healing recovers emotions.
And with 'divine' spirit...
A loss that is loved makes all okay,
Again! But not to be forgotten. As long as life is lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling 'Whole' I Do!
To live is to learn and to grow...up!
Here I am at 62 and I tell you this...
My best 'teachers' I disagreed with.
Yes, I did.
Only to realize...
Now I value their assessments,
Of the 'me' I denied existed.
To be 'now' more of that 'me'
They saw I did not see before.
And I am so glad I found myself.
With a patience to put ignored pieces together.
Feeling 'whole' I do.
With self examinations through,
And completed with no tests to tease.
Seeing is believing to testify what is true!
And 'free' with a peace of mind I am.
I can release to leave doubts behind.
Feeling 'whole' I do.
And the experience of it...
I wish others could achieve,
To release themselves from turmoil.
And inner conflict stubbornly held...
With perceptions gone unaddressed.
To face them as they are is best.
This clears the mind of mental stresssss,
Yessss!
And as difficult as a quiz can get...
It is with acceptance,
Challenges can be met with success.
With a removal of those obstacles.
That seem so plentiful,
On paths we walk alone.
Condoning with an acceptance done.
Without confronting them one by one!
If one confesses and leave behind...
The useless time spent in regret!
And turning those obstacles,
Into worthless pebbles to forget!
Oh,
Feeling 'whole' I do.
Choosing to let the 'me' in 'me'
Just 'be'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Off Your Pity Pot To Stop It
To wiggle out from under all doubts,
With a hanging them out to dry...
In front of passersby to eye,
Is intended to get attention.
Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Get up off your pity pot to drop.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
And...
Believe this or not,
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
Get up off your pity pot to stop this quick.
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit,
One bit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smiles
Smile a little, smile a little,
As you go along,
Not alone when life is pleasant,
But when things go wrong.
Care delights to see you frowning,
Loves to hear you sigh;
Turn a smiling face upon her –
Quick the dame will fly.
Smile a little, smile a little,
All along the road;
Every life must have its burden,
Every heart its load.
Why sit down in gloom and darkness
With your grief to sup?
As you drink Fate’s bitter tonic,
Smile across the cup.
Smile upon the troubled pilgrims
Whom you pass and meet;
Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms
Oft for weary feet.
Do not make the way seem harder
By a sullen face;
Smile a little, smile a little,
Brighten up the place.
Smile upon your undone labour;
Not for one who grieves
O’er his task waits wealth or glory;
He who smiles achieves.
Though you meet with loss and sorrow
In the passing years,
Smile a little, smile a little,
Even through your tears.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sonnet: Good Old-Friendship
The love we bear as friends is deep-rooted;
The tussles we have had aren’t worth a pie;
Our altercations are but else-mooted;
Until the end, our friendship should not die.
Let not our foes plant ‘land-mines’ in our place;
Let not our enemies take advantage;
Let not the middlemen distract our gaze;
We have a common worthy heritage.
Our friendship’s old by quarter century!
Some wait to see it fall apart somehow;
Misunderstandings, better we bury;
Our unity is precious for us now.
The opportunists try to break our peace;
Our friendship’s strong and never will it cease.
poem by John Celes
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Friendship
Friendship
Friendship is love,
Without friendship love means nothing!
Without friendship love is empty…
Without friendship love is boring...!
Friendship means sharing…
People learn to share from friendship,
Share everything they have in life,
Friendship is like stars,
Even though we always see them together
Always mean to each other…
But,
Sometimes they argue!
Friendship is like flower,
Soft but strong!
Friendship is like sun,
Bright and beautiful!
Friendship is everything in life,
Life without friendship is like life without air…
Life without friendship is like eats without food
And
Life without friendship is like body without soul…
Friendship is wide!
Anybody can be our friend,
Our parents, our grandparents, our sister, our brother and even our school principal!
Friendship….
Is everything!
poem by Qistina Zaini
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Off Of a Blinded Rollercoaster Ride
It is a great feeling,
To live with peace of mind.
And not trying to find,
Either acceptance or approval.
When this blessing is identified...
Conflicts observed and heard,
Do not disturb!
Or come close to pinch a nerve.
When the blessing of peace of mind,
Becomes identified...
It solidifies one's right,
To get off of a blinded rollercoaster ride.
It is a great feeling,
To live with peace of mind.
And not trying to find,
Either acceptance or approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rise and Acceptance of Garbage
The rise and acceptance of garbage,
And those who solicit the taste of it...
Is a commentary of the advancement of society.
That assists in the delivery of this sarcasticness.
If quality isn't recognized...
Hope is lost for those who wish and seek it.
And for those who heard of it through rumor...
Can only get a whiff from those who plagiarize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Live In a Democracy
I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
You may have opinions to express.
But not one of them is asked for here.
Not one do you need to address.
In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.
If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.
There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.
If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.
There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
Or do I need to repeat what I've said...
Since you obviously are not listening to me.
You see that door?
Get up and through it exit.
You are no longer welcomed in my home.
For an excuse to play fool.
Or puff up your chest to threatened.
Since ignorance in here is all you've invested.
See that door?
Save some remnants of our friendship!
Get up...
Go through it quick to exit!
We will talk at some point,
When it's agreed we can disagree.
But right now our eyes do not meet.
I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
But for now...
Get the hell out of my house.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing...
They share 'one' thing in common,
With truth and reality.
Nothing!
And when they separate from each other,
A 'nothingness' is spread...
That is what the surveys have found!
However...
Some dispute the results of this...
Believing conflicts are appropriate
For constant fighting and throwing tantrum fits.
Beating each other like dead horses,
To the ground!
Until there's 'nothing' resisted existing...
And restoring the 'nothingness'
As if having this 'is' the ultimate crown.
'And the winner of chaos with conflicts?
Those misunderstandings that come to visit?
To debate issues of what is right or wrong?
Who is off key singing what song...
All take a back seat to sit! '
Beaten and tired of all of it...
Is admitted!
The winner of this mixture of tricks,
When all has been trounced to bits...
Is nothing!
Frowns have diminished,
And gone are worries of 'ups' and 'downs'.
When absolutely 'nothing' arrives...
Peace arises and surrounds!
Beaten and tired of all of it...
Is admitted!
And the quietness of 'nothing',
Has power to remove frowns
Plastered on familiar clowns!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Red Hat Ladies!
These ladies are always ready
For a cheerful kind of sound
For it’s all about planning
To pass the humor around
To put aside the stress in life
And look on a brighter side
To find something to smile about
And take life on a fun-filled ride
Bright red fedora hats they wear
Something unique to see
It was all about the ladies
Like you and yes, like me
Who want to put pressures aside
If just for a little while
To smile and prance around
In a classy kind of style
It’s all about friendship and laughter
There are no what-if's or maybe’s
When they all get together
Those exciting Red Hat Ladies!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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My Husband My Love
Passion and friendship started this love affair
And total friendship, had to much to share
I with my baggage, so broken from the past
You with yours, wanted a love that could last
We must have talked hours on the phone each day
At might in my head, our conversations I’d replay
You were so gentle, the kindest man I ever knew
I was so afraid, but my trust because of you grew
I had kissed so many toads to find my prince
You’ve been understanding and loving ever since
The happiest day, was when I became your wife
I’ll love you forever dear, you are my life
At times, we may have our ups and downs
Will have lots of laughs and no more frowns
I write this as our anniversary gets near
To let you know you are very dear
With all my love to my wonderful husband and best friend
Any heartache I had, you could mend
Thank you for these glorious years
With lots of smiles and no more tears!
By Dogs4donna
© 2007 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)
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Fetishes
Some may have their fetishes,
As a fixation or a reverence to give.
Without a profit to solicit,
An attention to get.
They have purposes for fetishes for them to live.
And there are those who choose to take risks,
At their own expense.
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
They'd be better off alone to nourish their fetishes!
And there are those who choose to take risks,
At their own expense.
To leave those who have fetishes,
To do what it is!
Some may have their fetishes,
As a fixation or a reverence to give.
Without a profit to solicit,
An attention to get.
They have purposes for fetishes for them to live.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
Some folks can not mind their own business,
'Cause their lips move too quick.
They'd be better off alone to nourish their fetishes!
Whatever that fetish may be,
To give them a lift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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