Natural Prerequisite
Sorry to burst your bubble.
But that sensitivity you believe you see?
Is not at all the kind of sensitivity,
Inside of me.
People are quick,
To categorize with labels.
Because I'm known to write,
A bit of poetry.
Of course that depicts me,
To have 'certain' qualities.
You know what I'm sayin'!
And in my presence,
People assume many things.
Sometimes I am made to feel,
As if I am auditioning...
For a role to play in their fantasies.
Because I enjoy the craft of acting.
Its discipline and demands,
Placed on one's attention!
That too I seek.
Or so I am told.
I am a trained vocalist as well.
If my parents sang...
And my mom taught piano.
That's all I knew.
As a child as I grew.
But getting back to 'you'.
And the love you have for passing judgement.
I don't fault you at all,
For finding me complex.
If you add to those assumptions...
Black 'and' dysfunctional!
You'd be the one...
Not me.
Who would get little rest.
I look forward to being examined.
Being mentally 'touched'...
Has been a natural prerequisite,
For what it is I do!
And you just want to sum it all up,
As sensitivity?
You're funny as hell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensitivity
Listen, baby, dont even waste your tears on an insensitive man.
Theres better things for you.
I mean, what you really need is someone who cares,
Someone whos gonna be there for you, someone like me, baby.
Someone with sensitivity.
Ooh, do you understand? can you feel it?
Hey, ooh, naw...
Girl, I know its been hard since he went away
And left you so sad. you cry every day.
Let me kiss your tears, erase all your doubt.
cause for you Im here, you wont be without love.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Come on let me show you just what you need honey.
I got what you need.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Someone who can love you, someone who will need you,
Someone who will treat you right, like me, girl.
Someone you can hold at night, someone stable in your life.
Aw, baby, you needd a man with sensitivity, a man like me.
Baby, honey, there aint another man,
Aw, you know, you know, honey like I do, baby.
Hang in there, hang on in there, baby.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
You see you need someone whos there like a gentleman.
If anybody can fit the description, baby I can.
Someone who cares and dares to give himself completely?
You got it in me, you need a man with sensitivity.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Dont need a man. come on let me show you just what you need, honey.
Oh, Ive got what you need, baby.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny.
Im a gentleman at heart.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Save a little love for me, save it, baby.
Sensitivity. baby I got what you need. i got it.
Sensitivity. save a little love for me, save your love for me.
Sensitivity.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Hold on my darlin, dont let me down.
Ill erase all your doubts.
Hold on my darlin, Im here for you, baby, no matter what.
(fade--)
Aw, sugar, no.
song performed by by New Edition
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I think because people are passing - people that we are aware of are passing at - I don't say a great pace, but it seems like people are dropping, and I think it's just making - there's a consciousness and there's sensitivity to it.
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Writing Verse
It's hard to think on what to say.
I've written so much on every day.
I've taken liberties with my pen,
Indulged in fantasies over and again.
I've tried my best to conquer fear.
I've also tried to bring a tear
To the eyes of those that read what I write
whether it's of misery or grand delight.
For sensitivity is needed in everyone.
For the best of all can come undone
when man or woman cannot cry
or forget what it's like to feel a sigh.
And so my friends I write for you
about all of the things folks go through.
When I retire this pen of mine
I'll do it with gratitude for every line.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Most High On Kingdom's Throne
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
You may even be groomed upon it,
Until for you...
It becomes a craving in your head.
But know this...
From my lips not whispered,
You will never defeat me!
You know why?
My life is not based upon opinions told,
Rumors or babbled smattered...
With a smearing of lies.
And while you are asleep with visions to defeat me,
I am awake to salivate upon teachings I feed and seek.
Where?
At the feet where my Father sits Most High,
On Kingdom's Throne.
And people like me are welcomed to greet and meet,
The Almighty.
No matter if we gather together.
Or if it's requested one visits Him alone.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Defeating the children taught by my Father,
May be your wish.
However...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
Or are even known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some people might look at something and let it go by, because they don't recognize the pattern and the significance. It's the sensitivity to pattern recognition that seems to me to be of great importance. It's a matter of being able to find meaning, whether it's positive or negative, in whatever you encounter. It's like a journey. It's like finding the paths that will allow you to go forward, or that path that has a block that tells you to start over again or do something else.
quote by Jonas Salk
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Fodder I Would Consider As Topics
I am amazed by those,
Who 'assume' they provide fodder...
I would consider as topics for my poems.
And I have stated on several occasions,
I am not inspired like that.
There is something that happens inside of me,
That dictates where my attention is zapped by attraction.
And it becomes a source to enforce,
Upon my consciousness with a focused concentration.
I wish there was an easier explanation!
But I did not learn what I do in school.
And I wish there was something connected I could say,
To have those who are curious accept and go away!
Like...
I just love the sound of rhyme.
Or...
I wasn't good at sports,
So poetry was less physical.
How about this one...
I grew up in a dysfunctional environment.
And a pad and pen became my best friends.
Maybe...
Writing was cheaper than paying a psychiatrist.
Seriously,
Writng 'was' cheaper than paying a psychiatrist.
And since I've been writing most of my life...
I declare myself 'freed' of issues and mentally stable.
Well...
Maybe I am not completely freed of 'all' issues.
And...
Why is it some people,
Take other people and their time for granted?
As if one's love for something,
Does not automatically means there is an absence...
Of a work ethic.
Or there is no initiative, motivation or discipline involved.
There are many people without a creative bone in their bodies,
Who are the first to believe...
Doing something one does not like,
Is practical.
And that reflects a 'normal' society!
'And' more acceptable than enjoying one's life!
I am amazed by those,
Who 'assume' they provide fodder...
I would consider as topics for my poems.
And I have stated on several occasions,
I am not inspired like that.
In fact,
Very 'few' people inspire me period.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Periphery of Sensitivity
Stay quiet, do not complain.
What are you talking about?
You must know the periphery of sensitivity
Stay within.
Your five year daughter might have been raped.
So what?
Look at your character, madam.
Keep running from pillar to post.
Who cares, if you cry behind doors?
Life moves on...
A child was made to drink her urine.
Stay quiet, do not complain.
It happens sometimes...
It is normal.
The warden did her job.
She would not wet her bed again.
Do not get scared
If you find the sweeper
With knife in hand at operation theater;
It is a helping hand.
Aren't you too sensitive about life?
What would you do in absence of trained men?
So stay quiet, don't complain.
Do not try to raise your voice
Even if it hurts...
Price rise is normal during inflation.
You spend much more on ice-cream
It's just few rupees...
So stay quiet, do not complain.
See, how we are becoming thick skinned.
The spine will soon become non-existent.
It is evolution of Indian in independent India.
We learned to stay indifferent.
There is a periphery of sensitivity,
Stay within.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Love...
LOVE…
I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF LOVE
TO BE IN LOVE
TO FEEL LOVE
BUT I HAVE ABUSED THE WORD OF LOVE
USED THE ONE WHO LOVED
I LOVE THE FEELING OF LOVE
THE DEPTH OF LOVE
BUT I HAVE RUINED THE EMOTION OF LOVE
THE SENSITIVITY OF LOVE
I LOVE TO BE TOUCHED BY LOVE
MADE BY LOVE
MAKE LOVE
BUT I HAVE MISTREATED THE CARESS FROM LOVE
THE KISS OF LOVE
I LOVE TO LOVED BY LOVE
BOUND BY LOVE
BUT I HAVE LOST THAT LOVE
I BROKE MY LOVE
AND NEGLECTED OUR LOVE
I LOVE TO PICTURE LOVE
PAINT LOVE
BUT I HAVE DRIED LOVE
STOLEN LOVE
I LOVE TO WALK WITH LOVE
TALK TO ME LOVE
SAY IT AGAIN LOVE
OVER AND OVER…LOVE
BUT I HAVE RAN FROM LOVE
MUTED THE WORD LOVE
AGAIN AND AGAIN…LOVE
I LOVE TO LOVE YOU STILL LOVE
FEEL LOVE
HEAR LOVE
SPEAK LOVE
LOVE ME LOVE
LOVE MY KIND OF LOVE
LOVE THIS LOVE
LOVE…LOVE…LOVE...
I AM LOVE…
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
poem by Lerato Shuping
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I'm opposed to censorship of any kind, especially by government. But it's plain common sense that producers should target their product with some kind of sensitivity.
By a museum, I assume you mean an institution dedicated to the events of Sept. 11 and the aftermath. If that is done with sensitivity, I think it would be most appropriate.
quote by David Rockefeller
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Bubble Of Life Floats and Flies!
I am that bubble
On that infinite ocean,
I know I am eternal,
except that fills the bubble!
I am that infinite
One of infinite thoughts of the infinite!
Infinite filled breath into infinite bubbles,
I am one of these
Each day he transcends on Earth!
He is her great lover,
She is his fertile wife,
More fertile ones he has.
Everyday she becomes pregnant,
Everyday she breeds billion bubbles of billion species,
Some with brain and some without,
Some with hearts and some without,
But every bubble she breed, are with stomach,
hunger and thirst
Anger and lust
This was mechanical
Till they decided to breed which are their own copy,
With all capacity to understand parents,
Then that came the species of bubbles
Which can see back!
And more than understand,
This lovely child stared weeping on arrival,
Making others happy!
when bubble grew up,
Understood parents,
Sister bubbles
Brother bubbles
Dictating mother,
But not the father,
Mother is soft and caring,
Felt for children and fad them with the best,
When sons Grew, sometimes taller
Than Father,
Started to say I know mother,
I don't know, whether I have father,
Since father was hiding in everyone, who filled his own breath inside these bubbles,
He was helpless when ignorant bubble say there is no ocean,
When bubble learns,
All is his,
Understand what is what,
But for that bubble, jumping and dancing,
With that nuclear arms in his arms,
when adam had Eve in his arms,
Eve had serpent to seduce,
Man made parents stay apart!
the stay apart, still not divorced,
When the divorce, bubble bursts,
But bubble when tries,
To live, it may burst,
When it wants to burst it may live,
This is what we enjoy
And call as life
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Acting is all about truth and honesty, and the sensitivity that's capable of transporting you.
quote by Thomas Kretschmann
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If you want to move people, you look for a point of sensitivity, and in Egypt nothing moves people as much as religion.
quote by Naguib Mahfouz
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Poetry inspired
Poetry is inspired
The sweet melody in my ear
the last word he whispered in my ear
the way i feel when he is near
The touch on my spine when we connect
his chin
his lips
his strength
Culture
past and present too
Tears and fears
Joys and triumphs
births and deaths
Love and hate
Poetry inspires poets
Poets inspire poetry
emotions inspire poetry
every angle of the shape of my nose
when i examine myself closely
sensitivity
attention to detail
simple words on a piece of torn paper
a scent from a rose
cologne
birds singing morning blessings
sometimes it's as sweet as mom's sweet potatoe pie
or sometimes it's deep like
being a woman
from my fingernails to my breast
from my tears to my laughter
from my burdens to my spirituality
poetry is brought alive
it's the little things that make the pen write notes
to the melody that my emotions sing
that being all a poem need
poem by kora O'neal
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Too often a story is examined through biased eyes, without a sensitivity for everyone who forged it. It's seen from the point of view of the great white savior, and rarely is the perspective of the slave a part.
quote by Jeffrey Wright
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Please Don't Nibble 'There
Nothing that is seen,
Is separated from me.
My mind and heart,
Sometimes do not agree.
And I can be touched,
To reveal sensitivity.
But do not confuse...
Anything you see,
Can be manipulated easily.
No.
Don't go 'there'.
Who told you...
'There',
You would find me defenseless.
Please don't...
Nibble 'there',
On my ear!
Please...
Don't.
Please...
Don't .
Pleasure,
Me...
Please?
You are too young,
To understand...
What
You
Are...
Doing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Kind of Funny
It's kind of funny how those who want life get it taken away,
while those who loathe it wander around.
Almost as if a waste.
It's kind of funny how those who try to do right get it spit back in their face.
The bad walk among us as if to be common people.
They, they get your respect.
It's kind of funny the people you love, they're usually the fall of you.
They say they're there for you but always somehow make you feel worthless.
It's kind of funny how everything can end so fast.
Everything can just disappear.
It's kind of funny how I wish I never met you.
I wish I could tell you.
I wish we could be.
And I wish that everything wasn't so funny and that everything could be what it is.
It's kind of funny how me and you,
we don't matter.
What I say and do will always be funny to you.
It's no longer funny.
poem by Elina Fields
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Some Kind Of Welcomed Status
No one should feel threatened,
To serve a life sentenced...
Spent surrounded where people enjoy,
Mediocrity cemented in ignorance...
As if they are meant to seek this to employ.
I can understand why the young people,
Strike out and defy authority as they do!
Most adults are immature...
Without a presence of discipline that is endured.
And...
In most urban centers this is what people choose,
As an approval of some kind of welcomed status.
Or a showing by example,
Those qualities of leadership expressed...
To impress their children.
However...
Neglect is what these young folks expect.
With a quickness of their lives lived,
With no understanding the finalizing of death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Want It Right Now
Do you know how lucky I feel I am
To find a man who loves me as I am
You never try to change a single part of me
Youre easy to love with those qualities
And everyday you teach me more and more
Inside me I wanna glow
And everynight you think of only me
The way you keep me satisfied you do all the things I like
Chorus
I want ya oh I want you so
Do you want it right now
Oh I cant let go
I want ya so bad give me all you have
I can show you now
Do you want it right now
You have a rare sensitivity
I really believe you know how to feel
I trust you with all my heart and soul
You care too much to le me take control
And everyday you teach me more and more
Inside I wanna glow
And everynight you think of only me
Oh you keep me satisfied you do all the thing I like
Chorus
Do you want it want it right now baby
Do you want it want it right now
I can hear it from ya right now
Do you want it want it right now right here right now right now right now
Screaming screaming
And evryday you teach me more and more
Inside I wanna glow
And everynight you think of only me
Oh you keep me satisfied you do all the things I like
Chorus
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The good moral work of art should have all the qualities that a good amoral work of art should have, such as formal unity, balance, contrast, and a sensitivity to the material out of which it is made.
quote by Norman McLaren
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