No Originality Or Freshness In It
So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
Don't you?
Have you ever gone in someone's home?
And made suggestions
As to how they can arrange their furniture
To give the interior of their home a different presence?
It is still their furniture!
They recognize it.
You recognize it.
It belongs to them.
No matter how it has been arranged.
Same thing with stolen concepts.
Or a poet 'borrowing' ideas.
No matter how it has been arranged,
The creating brain knows from where it came.
There is no such thing as 'borrowing' someone else's ideas.
To make them new.
Plagiarists make attempts at this.
And some are so ignorant...
They lift whole passages as if they can not be recognized.
That's how empty their minds and lives are!
AND then there are those who will boldly ASK...
If it is okay to put their name on 'your' efforts!
And then to others brag of their tasks.
But not for too long can they do this.
Repetition bores,
Even those who do not recognize what is presented...
Has no originality or freshness in it to begin with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad n Ruin
(rod stewart, ian mclagan)
Mother dont you recognize your son, ooh hoo
Coming home, yeah yeah
Getting home, cause I failed you mother, hmm-mmm
Ill be there in the mornin
If you have me back
The rent up here is much too high
For a room without a tap
A room without a tap, hoo
Ill be early in the morning
And Ill find my way back home
Back home bad n ruin
With my tail between my legs
Tail between my legs
And Ill be so tired
Ill be so tired, now listen
Ill be early tomorrow morning
And Ill fall down off my plane
Dont be embarrassed mother
By your ugly worn-out son, hmm
Your ugly worn-out son.
So just let me warn you
Mother, you wont recognize me now
Mother, you wont recognize me now
Mother, you wont recognize me now, hoo
And Ill be down on cannon[? ] street
Passport in my hand
Should you could not recognize me
Ive heavily made-up eyes
Momma, you wont recognize me now
Brother, you wont recognize me now
Hello there
Sister, you wont recognize me now
Mother, you wont recognize me now
Ooh, hoo
So mother when youve seen me
Dont forget Im your boy too
I know my brother has done you proud
Hes one foot in the grave
Mother dont you recognize me now ?
Im a burglar in the first degree
But it dont seem to worry me
Ill be so tired, so tired
Ill be so tired, so tired
So tired
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond Recognition
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
burnt in the firmament of
my unadulterated desire for you
i'm now reduced to
a whiff of thin vapour
quickly carried away by the wind
and in no time absorbed by ether
no friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
i'm now a tomb with all
love and hurt accrued
buried deep within with
no epitaph inscribed
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as i sit in a corner of a cold bed
drawing my empty limbs closer
as if they're all that's left of me...
no my friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as much as i can't recognize me myself
through this vacant mirror...
wait, there from a corner
i recognize you simply gazing
at nothing in particular...
why, you alone?
i recognize my self
no more...
25dec2009
01.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Revenge
There is no such thing as revenge
You will not give as good as you got
There is no such thing as an eye for an eye
If you think you're the giver, you're not
There is no such thing as regret
There is no point in placing the blame
Hate destroys the one who hates
And everyone suffers the same
Chorus:
What you see
Is not necessarily what you get
Eyes are the window to the soul
Take your judgments
And let them go
There is only love and respect
To thine own self be true
When you point the finger
There are three fingers pointing back at you
(chorus)
Let them go
Let them go
Let them go
Recognize that God is alive in everyone
Recognize that love lives in us all
(chorus)
Let them go
Let them go
Let them go
(chorus)
Let them go
Let them go
Let them go
song performed by by Madonna
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The Poet's Fingerprints
Poems are like fingerprints to the poet,
Many may try to copy you
It is perfectly alright...
Others may try to steal your works
Or simply twist them around
And present them as their own,
Post them to world to see
However, once they go home
They must deal with their conscience
Since they know for sure
They have stolen somebody's else works...
Originality says it all
It is being unique in this world,
Therefore, if you can recognize the prints
It would be easy to know the poet...
And tell the difference
Between the real one from the fake...
Reputation is at stake
Only time can tell....
Read carefully and you will see
Make no mistake...
©All Rights Reserved-2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Song To
You think youve seen it all
Youve been all
You can be
One thing comes along
And changes everything
You came into our world
And changed our way of life
There you were so helpless
And so beautiful
Chorus:
Youll recognize in time
The things ive
Said and done
Youll recognize in time
My son
Someone has passed it on
Giving us the chance
Watching as we grow
Hope we can
Make a chance
This time
I hope I can
Help you grow
Show you what
I dont know
Help you
Be the person
That you wanna be
Time will pass so fast
Im holding to the past
Soon youll be on
Your very own
Repeat chorus
Nananna
Nananan
Nananana
Youll recognize in time
The things ive
Said and done
Youll recognize in time
My son
Someone has passed it on
Giving us the chance
Someone takes your hand
All part of the plan
Someone has passed it on
Giving us the change
This time
Watching as we grow
Hope we can
Make a change
This time
Nananna
Nananan
Nananana
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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I Was Not Born to Be Unconcious
I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Not for games on me to be played.
Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Before I leap there is reflective hesitation.
I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Like some have chosen to be today!
I have always been guided,
To walk on my path with an insight...
I believed ignited all who existed.
Until I discovered a few deceptively twisted.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
To consciously bump into walls to me is sick!
Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.
And I was not born to be unconcious.
Not to deliberately inflict my own pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Successful innovators recognize that discovery of great ideas come from looking at the same thing as everyone else and observing something different.
Reed Markham in Effective Speechwriting
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12 Steps of Bad Poets Anonymous
1. I recognize that I’ve written more trash than anything worthwhile,
And I’m therefore committed to change my ludicrous lifestyle.
2. I give my life up to the Bottle to grant me genius that I miss
And beg forgiveness of bad poets whose asses that I used to kiss.
3. For I’m powerless without it - the mighty strength of Alcohol -
That gives me boundless inspiration, while sitting in a toilet stall.
4. No matter how great the effort, I cannot write a goddamned thing
Without my daily meditation with an alcoholic drink.
5. I drink and I become awakened to all the beauty that’s within
Those sparkling ice cubes in my cognac, my vodka, whiskey, rum and gin.
6. I seek a moral higher ground within my realm of Alcohol,
That grants me peace and inner virtues, that I revere and extol.
7. Let’s drink away our shortcomings until our heads begin to spin,
Until we all become connected to our geniuses within.
8. Let our words become true hammers to dropp upon the sleeping minds,
To guide them from their lives of error, from pastures ignorant and blind.
9. Each day I make another toast to the Holy Ghost of Alcohol
And pray that it may give me guidance and peace to my tormented soul.
10. I’m no Byron, no Shakespeare, no Baudelaire, nor Rimbaud,
But every drink makes me immortal and fills me with supernal awe.
11. It’s when my Atman becomes Brahman, my inner I, the God within,
And I begin to feel that oneness with the Eternal Everything.
12. With every glass of wine and brandy, with every alcoholic drink
I change into the Master Poet, like Rumi on an angel’s wing.
August 16,2010
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Shake The Nightmare From Your Head
Shake the nightmare from your head
Awaken…
Let not the black magicians beguile you
Fan away their dark clouds of confusion
Refuse them your blood and life essence
The time is ripe for transparency/truth
You’ve hungered for sovereignty
Take it…
Recognize your divine self
Recognize your true destiny
Recognize your place in the Cosmos
Eternity awaits you…
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A product of brain chemistry
You are my sweetest fantasy
You are an imagination
A product of brain chemistry!
I long for our togetherness
Because I think God has made you
Though I don't know your full address!
Everyday both in hot and cold
You are the one I want foremost
You can make difference like gold!
Will you please recognize me now
By the words of this true love song?
I can't make you - I lack know-how!
poem by Asif Andalib
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My fault
I'm not sure what has changed me,
but I have.....
Ideas that have been set into my soul,
no longer grow.
I don't care if my house is clean,
I don't care if its someone to please,
I'm not mean, Life to me, a tease.
The importance I place,
living a life of no disgrace.
No material thing can make me happy,
what I really want is sappy.
Take me to a place full of nature,
show me things I've never seen,
can I do this...if all I do is clean?
Where do we place our boundaries?
Then ask why?
Life is a beautiful source of happiness,
I've tried to conform, I've tried to be perfect....
but in this world...
there is no such thing. I want to do things
that make my soul
SING! ! !
This is my fault,
probably why I soar alone, I'm not needing
a place to call home! ! !
I'm guess I'm just better off
when I roam! !
What Does It Matter
Baby, why do they say the things they say
Would it be easier to live the way they say we should
Maybe, cannot but wonder back this way
Yours are the only arms that make me feel like something can be good
I believe its just a fact of life
Unless they wear our shoes to them its black and white
Ooohhhh
Just what does it matter anyway
What side of the road were standing on
And just what does it matter anyway
If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
If nothing changes after we are gone
Baby, dont let them rob you of your pride
Theres not a thing I wouldnt do to make this easier for you
Maybe, every now and then I laugh and cry
Its getting harder now for me to separate the two
Where does innocence turn in to make believe
Cause make believe theres no one here but me and you
Ohhh
Just what does it matter anyway
What side of the road were standing on
And just what does it matter anyway
If you throw my love away because the world dont think its right
And they may never understand
And you cant change the minds of those who are blind
Unless you give them sight
And the world lies in your hand
Tell me, and just what does it matter anyway
If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
If nothing changes after we are gone
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Have I Been That Crazed
Only those who have become fed up with ignorance,
Are they who first to make attempts to quench their thirst...
With a feeding that begins to attract them to wisdom.
And in this doing,
Which becomes for them an endless journey...
They begin to recognize,
Just how ignorant they've allowed themselves to be.
With all there is to witness and learn.
Disbelieving how quickly they were convinced,
To settle for mental limits.
With 'all' there is connected to possibilities,
That have yet to be reflected on imaginations.
An acknowledgement snaps,
Like the sound of a cracking whip...
'How is it that anyone can accept to being fenced in?
Have I been that crazed? '
~I'm sorry.
Was that a statement made of your final self analysis? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Recurring Pain
If it wasn't for Adam and Eve,
None of us would suffer...
From cabin fever.
If it wasn't for the birds and bees,
None of us would say...
A thing about that either.
But there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be played always the same.
If it wasn't for Adam and Eve,
None of us would suffer...
From cabin fever.
If it wasn't for the birds and bees,
None of us would say...
A thing about that either.
But there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
To arrange in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
Like a draining campaign.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
Like a draining campaign,
That gets boring from the strain.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
A brain that seems to be insane!
And a wish to gift others with,
Recurring pain!
Oops!
Ouch.
It's a recurring pain.
And hard to boot!
Ouch.
This recurring pain.
When it is booted!
Oops!
A recurring pain.
And hard to boot it too.
Recurring pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The attitude and capacity of the factory, the old metal table and the new ideas of the wooden furniture quickly and naturally suggested the possibility of metal furniture.
quote by Donald Judd
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Home sweet Home
I't's nice to have a home
somewhere to relax
and unwind at the end of a day.
If your homeless and on the street
home can be a cold shop doorway
or even a cardboard box.
But for some home can be a mansion
full of expensive antique furniture
with a full size swimming pool.
Home can be a dingy bed-sit
in a house divided into rooms
all sharing the kitchen and bathroom.
Or a one bedroomed council flat
in a fifteen storey tower block
where the lift is out of order again.
Home can be a in a caravan park
or even in a tent on a camp site
or on a barge or luxury yacht.
But a home is what you make it
full of happy times and fun
memories to stay forever.
You can be happy in a flat
and miserable in a castle
it's not about riches and wealth.
So enjoy the home you live in
no matter where that may be
be proud of where you live!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Ideas For Walls
So many things in my head, Ive always had them before
No reason to be upset, theyre just ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Like putting paint on my feet & walking sideways in rows
My walls could be so complete, complete with patterns of toes
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing the left side, right side, which is the right side
Now-ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
A little m for the mirror, a double u for the wall
To make things perfectly clear, a great big h in the hall
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Is everybody confused? (no) Im making no sense at all
You want a room with a view you need ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing inside, outside, outside, right side
Inside, outside, which is the right side
Now -- ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas
Theyre just ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Muse I
Recognize your muse
Among the multitude of whispers.
To see her, through many colors, shining,
Tune your senses
To hear the highest tones,
Fly beyond the scale
To hear her melody,
Tune ears and eyes
To colors beyond the spectrum,
Recognize her beyond yellow and blue
Creating your own rainbow;
Have a way with her
To catch her grace in the sublime
For the Muse to recognize you
And choose among multitudes;
Whisper back to her, using newly invented notes
And show her the new colors of the rainbow.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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