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Not A Group Effort

Anytime someone takes an independent stance,
To open their mouth...
With their own identity declared,
And tossed about.
A scrutiny directed upon them will be visited.
And selected they will to become someone's competitor.
Like an attempt to compare birds with the buzzing of bees.

Although anyone who knows the feeling to be connected...
Realizes no one is competing with or against,
That from which inside one has identified and exists.
And foolish are those who insist upon it.
Not understanding to fully comprehend this...
That an awakening that comes to one,
Is not a group effort to see who defeats to say who has won.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My! My! Honeycomb

(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Recorded in 1975, this was bonnies first ever recording! lyrics taken from careful listening.
Here I am in the city
With a picture of you in my head
I remember that night
The words you said
You told me I was pretty
With the moon shining down on my hair
Im hung up on you now
But youre not there
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, the birds have flown
Wild, wild honeycomb, leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, I should have known
Sweet, sweet honeycomb, leave my honey alone
Wrote you so many letters
I was hoping youd answer with flowers
Then I sat by myself
To watch the hours
But you didnt come boy
Not a word, not a call, not a thing
Dont you know how it hurts me
When you sting
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, the birds have flown
Wild, wild honeycomb, leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, I should have known
Sweet, sweet honeycomb, leave my honey alone
Leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, the birds have flown
Wild, wild honeycomb, leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, I should have known
Sweet, sweet honeycomb, leave my honey alone

song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Least of My Concerns

I am often associated with some affiliation of some kind.

'What faith are you?
What are your beliefs?
What religion do you practice?
And which group influences your mental outreach?
Are you Christian or Muslim?
Or both? '

HUH?
And when I reveal I do not read as much as I should,
That discredits their preconceived assumptions.
I have an identity embraced from my own point of view.

'Where do you get your ideas? '

Which ones?

'You know...
THOSE ideas? '

I don't understand.
Help me comprehend.
Ideas associated with thought and that process?
Which ones?
My acceptance of a Higher Intelligence,
That keeps me connected.
Or...
My ability to appear calm, cool and collected,
When someone 'disconnected'...
Assumes my quality of life,
Does not reflect a materialism...
They can focus into and respect?

Suppose I told you,
I am fully aware of my flaws and blemishes?
And chasing materialism and the affects of it,
Is the least of my concerns.

'That's what I'm asking.
Where do you get that?
You have such a knack for humor.
It is a blend of sarcasm AND cynicism.
How do you do that?
You're funny! '

Oh, I'm hysterical!
Literally.
I was declared out of my mind years ago.
AND...frankly,
With acknowledgement.

And, check this out...
Expressing my gratefulness to God on a daily basis.
For all of the gifts I've been given.

'You should do stand up comedy.
Seriously.
You are one funny dude! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best To Be Prepared

Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.

When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.

I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.

Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.

But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.

It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!

And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Definition Of Satisfaction

It can only be identified,
In this life...
As being what it is.

And many wish,
To re-label what exists...
As something different.
To perpetuate fresh arguments.

There will be debates updated.
With some left pouting,
To show a round of frowns...
Twisted down on poked out lips.

But...
It can only be identified,
In this life...
As beinf what it is!

And...
That is going to remain that way,
Until inventions are created and made...
To further confuse with dismay,
Our definition of satisfaction....
Some insist it fits and theirs to permanently stay.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Old And Aging Beliefs

The only people today left in the dark,
And feeling stupid they have lived...
In a divided separateness, isolated and apart,
Are those with old and aging beliefs...
That they can say and do anything they please,
With the spending of billions of dollars...
To create their own truth and have it unquestioned.

As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.

And as foolish as these people are,
Who refuse to leave the side of the dark...
To remain with images,
Created to inflate what does not exist.
They still insist their fall into an oblivion,
Is a temporary one.
And they can use their influence to get out of it.

As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frank and Bluntness

Why do you insist,
On having me confront...
Your frank and bluntness.

'That is entirely of your doing.
That has to be 'your' wish...
AND selected point of view.

Since I've said very little,
Or anything at all...
About your freaking pretentiousness.

And there is less of me,
Represented here...
Than appears to be the more of you.

I was invited like a few...
To be recruited just like you.
But I'm not feeling up to par.
Although I will have a drink or two,
Provided by the open bar.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Few Exceptions To Debate

Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!

I never wished my steps babied.
Like, maybe, some suspect!
I was raised to be responsible.
With a respect to protect.
I remember my mother saying...
'Care less what names you are called.
Do as I expect!
And that is all.'

My sisters and I were taught this,
From the time we could talk and crawl.
It was the kind of love that did not smother.
Or keep us sheltered,
Behind restricting walls.
There were expectations.
With few exceptions to debate.

Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!

But nothing has come to this man easy.
Oh, I've felt the queasies in my stomach.
And threw up more than I admit!

I've learned it takes effort to get around,
Those who have missions to knock me down.
To cripple my abilities to get up and stand.
But no clues do I give to tease.
In regards to that strength kept inside of me.
Nor who it is that I am...
That makes me stand tall,
With an arrogance that is grand!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Top of Earth I Will Stroll

I wish someone would stop me,
And ask me why I peacock.
As if I am not suppose to flaunt,
My pride and dignity.

Only those threatened by arrogance,
Should evaluated the keeping...
Of their own insecurities.
Instead of proclaiming to be,
One who is down to Earth.

If I am not beneath it yet,
On top of Earth I will stroll.
With a flaunting done,
Undaunted.

No time do I spend,
Competing to defend...
Or understanding weaknesses,
I have taken time from myself to rid.

I've learned how to stroll,
And be bold with the doing.
Arrogance?
I don't take time to define the doing of it.
Or do I attempt to comprehend,
Why people spend most of their lives...
With their noses in the business of others.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empowered

Do you read and leave,
Without feeling the content?

Do you receive the message...
That is left and meant?

Do you sit and contemplate,
What it is that is said?
Does anything stay connected...
In your head to reflect.

Every word selected has a purpose,
To affect.
Those emotions hidden deep.
To respect...
Not neglect.

Each of us are directed,
To use this gift we have to touch.
And if it is protected in honesty...
The delivery exposes an effectiveness,
The receiver can not reject.

Do you read and leave,
Without feeling the content?

Do you receive the message...
That is left and meant?

The you have become empowered!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anytime

Ooh, ooh anytime that you want me
Ooh, ooh anytime that you want me
Ooh, ooh anytime that you want me to
Ooh, ooh anytime that you need me
Im standing here with my arms a mile wide
Hoping and praying for you
Listen to me and enlighten me
I hope that you need me too, cause,
Ooh, ooh anytime that you want me
Ooh, ooh anytime that you want me
Ooh, ooh anytime that you want me to
Ooh, ooh anytime that you need me
Give me all of your sunshine
A spark is all I need
To take away, all of the shadows
Well what more can I say.
Anytime at all
Anytime at all
Anytime at all

song performed by by Journey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Will Continue To Pray

I can understand a desire and a wish,
To want to defeat an opponent in competition...
IF I am prepared with and/or without cheers,
I hear that gives me a support I can not ignore.
I can understand this mindset.
Although to me it bores.

But there is something about competing against,
Another who has been made to be an enemy who wants...
To attack my interests.
When those who cheer me on from where they stand,
Have different beliefs from my own.
And it is known they are my closest ally.
Who say I should prioritize their demands.

When I complete...
On myself I place my own demands!

'How do I comprehend this?
What's in your mind I don't understand.'

Maybe you will.
Or maybe that day to you will never come.
Like many who embrace conflicts that are done.

And, although I will continue to pray to win...my way,
To a Creator my ally does not accept or believes exists...
I hope the results of the competition I am in to stay,
Leaves me in a position to have my decisions respected.

'Well...
Who's side are you on? '

I am hoping to cross the finish line.
To be declared on the winning side.
With hopes to have this nonsense of winning,
A choice I'd like to have accepted as being shared.
I just don't want to be viewed as a loser,
No matter whose side I am on.
And looked upon as representing no one.
With a sharing to benefit all.
I'm sure you can relate to that?

'I do?
But...
What about that competition 'spirit'? '

What about it?
I'm not into divisions.
I'm into actions that share success.
With a praying done that I accomplish,
My best effort and God approves.

'What does God have to do with any of this? '

You asked me who's side I am on...
Didn't you?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Days

These days, Ive been feeling lucky
Looking all around me
I see so many dreams that have come true
Like me right next to you
Like the angels coming through
These days have only just begun
Someone to come home to
Each and every night
All of my tomorrows
Are finally looking bright
Oh what, I wont rush it,
Why would I dare?
Nothing could compare
To the way Ive been feeling these days
They are the best Ive ever had
And they have only just begun
Here we were so connected
Like the moon is to the sun
I never thought Id feel this way
Cos all I ever really wanted is these days
If I could, Id try to freeze the moment
Set aside the future
Stay right here right now
So time wont fly
Like the flame that never dies
Like the love thats in your eyes
These days have only just begun
Something to believe in
When the world is going mad
And when the rain is crashing down girl
It doesnt seem so bad
Oh what, I wont rush it
Why would I dare?
Nothing could compare
To the way Ive been feeling these days
They are the best Ive ever had
And they have only just begun
Here we were so connected
Like the moon is to the sun
I never thought Id feel this way
Cos all I ever really wanted is these days
They are the best Ive ever had
And they have only just begun
Here we were so connected
Like the moon is to the sun
I never thought Id feel this way
Cos all I ever really wanted is these days
They are the best Ive ever had and they have only just begun...

song performed by by Ronan Keating
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It Is A Constant Never Neglected

Credibility, integrity with identity intact,
Radiates a dignity that ushers with it
Respect,
Received and given back.

Not retaining qualities,
Or learning them...
From one's sheltered nest,
Produces none of the above.
And a dumping of togetherness,
Is encouraged to nourish disrespectful contests.
Delivered and performed...
At their best.

And for those responsible,
For this irresponsibility...
Witness in 'disbelief'!
As if shocked by a sudden and cruel awakening!

No one 'group' can fully be blamed!
Not for this merchandized quality of life we see.
And diminishing standards of a crumbling society.
Putting all to shame.
And pointing fingers to blame.

Those who have enforced this 'normalcy' that bleeds...
Condoned aspects of this defective affect,
Blind to hindsight.
And futuristic needs.
That investment fed temporary greed.
Upon which quick dreams,
Are shattered!

With an absence of consciousness,
Devoid of thought.
With no connection in their minds to comprehend...
What they 'themselves' brought.
Seeking blindlessly,
What it takes to succeed.
But the sacrifice of achieving,
And sustaining wholesome beliefs...
Are not born from electronic 'things'.
Or absorbing 'falsities' to feed from one's tv!

Credibility, integrity with an identity,
Radiates a dignity that ushers with it
Respect.
It is a constant never neglected aspect.
Not 'this' determination...
To be placed upon one person's back!
The one assigned to restorative research.
And attacked for the honesty!

Too much of that came back with facts!
A recommendation for self evaluations!
And no one dares to prepare for that!
To be held accountable?
For the laying of one's own trap! ?
The audacity of those found facts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed

There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.

I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.

Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.

However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.

There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.

And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understanding Me

Tie me down
And try to take samples for examples
You could never see
Walk on me
But watch where you're stomping
Walk with caution
You couldn't comprehend

Step inside and see
Justify
You could never see my life is
You could never be my life is
You will never try my life is
Understanding me
Understanding me

What do you know about me
Am I alive
Can I see
What's happening around me
Put me down
Without even speaking
Forever thinking
You couldn't understand

Step inside and see
Compromise

You could never see my life is
You could never be my life is
You will never try my life is
Understanding me
Understanding me

Step inside and see
Crucify

song performed by by Soil from Scars
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A Negress and her black shadow

Her smile when she cries,
Nobody realizes whether it's a smile or a cry?
Along with her lost identity she was searching around.
At least if exists a relative or a known person in the Necropolis?
All were gone; cruelty only remains
She was looking her missing ones.
No names but mass of graves.
She saw only her black shadow is dancing.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Early morning when the first rays fall (pantoum)

Early morning when the first rays fall,
when the sun hangs blood red
this part of the universe recall,
in moments of awakening that has been acquired.

When the sun hangs blood red,
birds twitter with the songs they sing
in moments of awakening that has been acquired
as the good news of the morning that they bring.

Birds twitter with the songs they sing,
to and thro insects and bees fly
as the good news of the morning that they bring,
with butterflies rocking on flowers under the blue sky.

To and thro insects and bees fly,
the buds of morning glories open to the sun,
with butterflies rocking on flowers under the blue sky,
ants in brigades begin their daily fun.

The buds of morning glories open to the sun
early morning when the first rays fall,
ants in brigades begin their daily fun
in moments of awakening that has been acquired

poem by Gert Strydom
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You Will Know When It Has Been Discovered

I can not award you confirmation...
Of who it is you are.
With an identity felt.
Connected to an adjoining dignity.

I've never had the experience,
Of living with such emptiness inside of me.
I've been blessed to know who it is I am.
With a testing that is done daily,
By those who refuse to accept...
Nothing I do that appears on the surface,
Is not without its depth!

I can not award you confirmation...
Of who it is you are.
With an identity felt.
Connected to an adjoining dignity.

That you will have to determine for yourself.
And you will know when it has been discovered.
When few will accept,
The strength reflected you project.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Playing Days With Me Are Over

Your playing days with me are over.
I awakened this morning and declared them so.
Over and done are those childish antics.
A new day has dawned and you must go!

Do those things that attract you most like.
Those things you wish,
Keeping you in that self centeredness.
Restricted to limits and lack of growth.

I no longer can describe a relationship...
Without communication or an understanding that exists.
If I can comprehend this,
And you are in denial.
There is nothing left that benefits.
I can get a pet for companionship.

Simple questions that I ask...
Find you skipping and dancing around a bush.
I'm not in this to play dentist or psychiatrist.
With wishes to extract your teeth!
Only to pound my balled fists...
And maintaining self control to explain any of it!
I want love.
Not a battleground to dodge your temper tantrum fits.
I'm sure you can discover someone who thinks that's bliss!
I don't!

Your playing days with me are over.
I awakened this morning and declared them so.
Over and done are those childish antics.
A new day has dawned and you must go!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Must Insist I Keep

Futile is the attempt to create my reality,
For me.
Or what takes place in it,
To benefit another's version of life.
I will never accept,
Since for me the feeling is not right.

And I don't go out of my way to disrespect anyone,
By rejecting a point of view that doesn't to me come.
It is not my way to have my comfort redefined.
And the peace and comfort that is my own...
Is what I must insist I keep!
Without needless discussion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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