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No Rush To Get Up And Leave

Fabulous and exquisite,
Stays a scent remembered as fresh.
Never to undo with the passing of time.

And embraced as if just yesterday,
Are those memories coming to linger...
Unannounced in a surprise visit.
One finds remaining to be unchanged.
But somehow enhanced the more as one ages.

Although delaying a reluctance,
To become overwhelmed by seduction.
Since one knows how much slower it is to lift,
What was done when younger...
In a process taken for granted and on demand.
Without a single thought given to it.

And this too,
Can be interpreted as fabulous and exquisite.
Depending on who has grown to appreciate,
The benefit of taking one's time to savor the experience.
With no rush to get up and leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exquisite B.S.

Exquisite B.S.
Finessed at its best.
This wont sit to become fossilized.
Maneuvered?
Yes!
The finest B.S.
Gets to be marketed.

Exquisite B.S.
Tested for perfection.
To leave no guessing game to correct.
As this exquisite B.S. is set...
To endure without stopping.
To ensure its success.

No remnants will be left,
To forge with a defense...
By those unconvinced,
It is solidly based in cement.
And will not ferment...
As circumvented intentions meant,
Are sent.

This is exquisite B.S. to document!
To subdue those who protest.
And addict those who confess...
A weakness they get.
As if to crave a feeding,
With a licking of lips with a wish...
For more of it.

To induce into seduction,
With an unlimited fix.
Until the power of thinking,
Independently...
Lifts from minds,
That are drugged to drift!

Exquisite B.S.
Yes!
Yes!
YESSSSS!
And as delicious to offset,
Any cure that should manifest...
With attempts to correct!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Joe Fabulous

don't play my music on mtv
play it on the radio
we are the street kings and we don't care
yeah we really don't wanna know
i'm joe fabulous
life is my school
joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
we do our thing
we believe in no sin
we are beyond your control
if you look closely
you'll find that were mostly
machines looking for a soul
im joe fabulous
life is my school
the next joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
we aim to analyze
everything you say and do
so we can sell it back to you
joe fabulous
life is my school
joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
there are no nations
just large corporations
flying the flag of the day
from dawn of creation
to civilisation
please don't take my music away
joe fabulous
life is my school
joe fabulous
play by my rules
joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
thats all
bye bye everybody
bye bye

song performed by by Bad Company
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Grown to Bloom

In the days gone,
When I took for granted...
My life.
And the ease of complicity,
I had accepted nature...
As it surrounded me.
I've grown to bloom!

I've grown to comprehend...
What begins ends soon.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.

And...
I have learned to enjoy whatever it is,
I do!
More than any time before!
Now that I know I can open doors!
And not be concerned how it was done.

That task...
I leave in the hands of a mind,
Far greater than mine.

I've grown to bloom...
To wither.
To feed a process,
I am blessed to experience.
Until I have finally come to rest,
In the nest of eternity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud To Exist To Witness Possibilities

I am glad I represent a generation aging.
With an acceptance to reminisce and reflect,
Upon the times I have been blessed to remember.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer.

Although I will admit,
A loneliness when so many are dismissing...
There are phases of life that should be natural.
And understood with observations undenied.
And moving forward instead of backwards.
Or remaining down to earth unchanged.
As many aging with their delusions intact,
Would like to claim with a sameness of sanity.

But isn't that what stagnation is?
A stubbornness that is fixed in place.
With ways that begin to collect ignored dust.
And being stagnant and stale, unchanged...
Is something I don't consider fresh or impressive.
Or sparkles as if proud to exist to witness possibilities.
Not if one is to grow and experience what life is.
Or come to realize this adventure isn't here to last forever.

I am glad I represent a generation aging,
With an acceptance.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer,
As a life I have learned to live...
To appreciate, explore and not take for granted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Ensure If A Hot Pot Has More

If there is coffee or tea in a cup I lift up,
A sipping of it will be done.
To savor.
And not to spill or pour a single drop.
But my eyes will be kept,
Watching...
To ensure if a hot pot has more.
Nothing about an experience had in the doing...
That I have enjoyed will be taken for granted,
Again.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take The Lid Off The Pot

Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got

It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant

Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got

Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!

Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.

'What's the matter? '

There's none left!

'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '

It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fabulous Work

Fabulous times are every year,
No longer are the times too scary,
Independence is now a clear favour
From up above. We are thin and weak
As men and other folk do as they please.

The image appears, the crystal is glistening,
You work harder along some of the winds.
It is as if the whole world is damaged
And you are not, the work of a dupe
Is injuring and yours is not.

This is fabulous for some.
For some it is a fabulous practical joke.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Exquisite Dead Guy

Exquisite dead guy
Rotating in his display case
Exquisite dead guy
Swear I saw his mouth move
Exquisite dead guy
Outside my high rise apartment
Exquisite dead guy
Hanging from a skyhook
How am I supposed to let you know the way I feel
About you
How am I supposed to let you know the way I feel
About you

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In the Giving There's A Benefit

To have awakened is a good thing to be!

And I have learned,
In the many years it has taken me to do it...
That the being there for someone else,
Will not automatically be interpretated...
As an appreciation to be shown one day,
With a reciprocation known that's received.

I have learned,
There will be many taking others for granted...
With a doing which is believed,
A duty to misuse someone dependable.
Until a reality hits and a doing this is missed.
And a waiting to sit by a telephone,
Wishing to hear it ring is a familiar sound gone.

I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.

To have awakened is a good thing to be.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to misuse.

I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
Those who give are not desperate.
Oh yes I've learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to abuse.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exquisite Details May Be Missed

Returning from a visit,
Of unleashing inquisitive explorations.
Experiences alone adventured,
Does not fulfill.
Without someone with them to share.

Observations can be communicated,
But the exquisite details may be missed.
Especially if what one sees to witness,
Is interpreted to be depicted.
As an embellishment wished and not lived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is A Remarkable Achievement Received

To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.

It happens.
One day,
Someone has a thought.
To arrive independently.
The having of it leads one to become suspicious.
It hurts and frightens,
To have it sit unsolicited.

And
One day,
Someone off balance is caught
To have no one around them to see,
A struggling being done
With a single thought brought to them,
From nowhere!
And this happening is not believed.

To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.

One is given an opportunity to think.
And on their two feet,
Their thinking process increases.

And one manages to do this all on their own!
To think!
And never before having had this experience.
Although at first one in this position,
May feel quite threatened.
And to others
This may not seem to benefit.

However
To be able to think,
Independently
AND on one's own two feet?
This is a remarkable achievement received.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Too Far

You're with me
Til the bitter end
What we had transcends
This experience
Too painful to
Talk about
So I'll hold it in
Til my heart can mend
And be brave enough to love again

A place in time
Still belongs to us
Stays preserved in my mind
In the memories there is solace

Never too far away
I won't let time erase
One bit of yesterday
Cause I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Though we can never be
I'll keep you close to me
When I remember

Glittering lights
Incandescent eyes
Still preserved
In my mind
In the memories I'll find solace

Never too far away
I won't let time erase
One bit of yesterday
And I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
Though we can never be
I'll keep you close to me
And I'll remember

A place in time
Still belongs to us
Stays preserved in my mind
In the memories there is solace

Never too far away
I won't let time erase
One bit of yesterday
Cause I have learned that
Nobody can take your place
And though we can never be
I'll always think of you and me
Always remember

Love

You're never too far

song performed by by Mariah Carey from Glitter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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America - it is a fabulous country, the only fabulous country; it is the only place where miracles not only happen, but where they happen all the time.

quote by Thomas Wolfe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Reminders

What one knows,
Can not be thrown away.
Or be disposed of!
To unlearn an experience,
Is not like a pinch felt.
I can recover from being bruised.
Depending on who did the abusing.
And if on my knees I knelt.

But if I'm left to wallow in a sorrow,
That is life changing?
An experience like that...
Will be remembered for the rest of my life.

I know how to ride on a two wheel bike.
But for the life of me...
I can not remember the many attempts I made,
Before I started to ride without assistance.
And I've got scars all over my body.
But the ones in my mind...
Seem to linger there all the time,
As if reminders!
And some have first and last names.
Attached and dated to the experience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My little book

blind as I was, deaf as my friend yet! have
gone as furthest as the universe, I thought
that was only a great dream of my past

laughing me seems to easy, for once I was
a little child is always a child, it was the day
where my father and mother hold me so tight,
closing my bulging eyes as they read, telling
some fabulous stories and then gradually falls
my attentive ears down to my sight and there
no more

all comes to meet my fantastic imagination,
making my childhood memories filled it all, with
what is all remembered is not what it makes, for
what ever is heard now has gone as it is done

books tells me different stories, that relates my
ways, for I taste of what is the past and today, simply
I know that hearing is not reading and reading is
always remembering

my little book paved me the way that in my little
room I will be free....read and read and read...the
only way to visit and see, of what is yesterday for
the future belongs today.....and reading always
become part of me

poem by Antonio Liao
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To Dust Up

As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.

And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.

Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But every company of the future is going to be in the business of exquisite care - which means quick turnaround time and convenience. To deliver exquisite care, you need an organization that coordinates well and listens well.

quote by Fernando Flores
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wait, things are shaping up

I approached a sculptor the other day
For carving a statue of
Gautama Buddha
He asked me a number of questions
Some of them were far stretched
Though I answered all of them
I was thinking within that
All these details were unnecessary
He could read my mind and said
These details were needed to help me
Come out with what exactly you were looking for
He suggested my coming to him
Two weeks later
Why so long and he said
Wait things are shaping up

Two weeks later
I saw practically no progress
He showed me a granite block
Which he said he would carve
As Gautama Buddha
He suggested me to visit him
Two weeks later
“Do you not think we are delaying? ”
I asked and he said
Wait things are shaping up

I went to him as suggested
No change at all
The block was under water
And carving had not started
He said that this curing process
Would help him understand
The quality of the block
And he opined
That we were lucky in
Selecting the right granite
And he suggested my visiting him
A week later
“Yes, I know you are wondering
As to why it is taking so much time”
How he could say even without my telling that
He continued
Wait, things are shaping up

A week later
No great change
But the block got castled here and there
No where near my expectations
“Come after three days and see”
But, he assured
Wait, things are shaping up

I made four visits later
At intervals of three, two and one days
I could not make out head or tail
Of what was happening
But, each time I returned
Hearing his words
Wait, things are shaping up

I was wondering
Are things really shaping up
Or am I being fooled
I did not visit him for
Full three months
As I was sure that
I would not be able to appreciate
The progress that the sculptor
Would be claiming to have made

One day, there was a call from him
“Come and see your Gautama Buddha”
I was not excited
I visited his place in all reluctance
And was preparing to hear
Wait, things are shaping up
But, what a surprise
Saw my Gautama Buddha
In a shape and carving
Beyond my belief
And I was not able to control my excitement
“I know you are wondering how this could be possible
But, you know, I was telling each time you visited that
Wait, things are shaping up”

We all do prayers seeking some change
And we wonder as to when the change would fructify
God, like a sculptor is shaping things
But, he never tells
Wait, things are shaping up

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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One Of My Turns

[ oh my god, what a fabulous room!
Are all these your guitars?
This place is bigger than our apartment.
Uh, could I have a drink of water?
Ya want some? huh?
Oh wow! look at this tub!
Wanna take a bath?
Whatre you watching?
Hello?
Are you feeling ok? ]
Day after day,
Our love turns gray,
Like the skin on a dying man.
And night after night,
We pretend its all right,
But I have grown older,
And you have grown colder,
And nothing is very much fun, anymore.
And I can feel,
One of all my turns coming on.
I feel,
Cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left,
Youll find my favorite axe.
Dont look so frightened,
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch tv?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate a silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? -- would ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Ooohh. no!
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think its time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

song performed by by Pink Floyd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This Fabulous Place

As I peer at the moon and revel at each star,
It’s as if night’s ceiling really isn’t that far.
My mind floats like a comet through unending space.
The haunting heavens are mine in this fabulous place.

Back here on earth many smiling people abound.
Like bees in a hive they busily scatter around.
They enliven this world with their unending pace.
Friends and acquaintances are close in this fabulous place.

Not long ago each country was a world of its own.
Now distant corners yield mysteries to a mere telephone.
Unknowns spring from sources that once hadn’t a trace,
But now have become indispensables in this fabulous place.

Trees reach to the sky as flowers follow the sun.
Flora and fauna provide seasonal splendor for everyone.
The fortunes of nature paint an inspiring face,
Enchantingly molding rock and soil in this fabulous place.

Time’s needles are unrelenting in their unscrupulous race
To transform budding roses into wilting leaves in a vase.
But love’s light looms large and is life’s base in every case…
The essence of existence making our world this fabulous place.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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