Not a Moment That Is Dormant
There is an insight that can delight.
One that brings a peaceful sleep at night.
There is success achieved when one believes.
An awakening to life...
Held and cherished.
Embraced and liked.
One that feels just right.
There is a cure and remedy.
That comes to correct.
With a healing of possibilities.
There is not a moment that is not dormant.
Unless animation of life...
Stops!
And the lights of it...
Has been summoned to be turned off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What brings me joy?
What brings me joy? A cool day in the summer time, the air that flashes across my face,
A gentle kiss that is embraced on my lips, to be held when the lonely feels sets in, Peace with in my heart when there is no one around,
What brings me joy? To know that I am loved and that I could love with no question asked,
To feel your heart press against mines, to taste a good taste that makes my mouth water,
What brings me joy? To be nowhere but feel as if I am on top of the world, To fly high in the sky and never get off the ground, To be overwhelmed with a feeling as if this is my world.
What brings me joy? My life and all that it has to offer.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Noticeably Beginning To Dim
With clinical precision,
Mother Nature has made a decision...
To correct,
That which 'She' feels is best...
To eliminate with a healing,
The ridding of a defective mess.
Some lights that use to shine with brightness,
And thought to be held in place snug and tight...
Are noticeably beginning to dim.
With a doing more rapidly than can be expected.
'But 'Mommy'...
I enjoyed them.
They were fun.'
~The time has come for you to graduate, son.
With a doing I approve.
And that is how this is going to be done.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't just leave it to the fate
craving for success is not enough when you do nothing to ignite
the passage to feed the crave. when in hunger your body would sustains pains
and you need to have foods to ease the strains. with your able body and mind, you could have achieved something you desired but for some, it wouldn’t be possible for they are not equipped with supportive materials like monetary and facilities, physical impairments
and low I.Q., distraction environment like living in the ghettos, war torn countries, families of broken marriages and these are some of the factors which contribute to the stuttering craving for success. by and large, certain people who are lavishly showered with positive factors to reach and grab the ladder of success would be the monotonous
cohort who will always be at the prime of society.
how to correct and remedy this catastrophe of imbalance distribution of capabilities, opportunities and wealth. could it be like listening to your favorite songs and get the pleasures out of it or like having some good foods and you thank God for that satisfactions? wiseman says “where there is a disease, there’ll always a cure”. what can we do about it? we just can’t leave it to the fate.
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Success That Is Achieved
The best success that is achieved,
Is the kind one feels within...
And is not denied,
By a comparison made.
A stated success,
That relates to acquiring things to impress...
Is much like a quick passing of a fad.
Once that trap fades...
A satisfaction remembered with it dies.
The best success that is achieved,
Is the kind one feels within...
And is not denied by a comparison made.
Leaving this accomplishment to stay and endure,
For as long as the memory of how it was done...
Lingers in the mind of the one who does it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whalloped!
Whalloped!
With a zinging zap that pows!
A punch comes with a knockout...
That wows and stops to awe a crowd.
Who anticipated times like these,
Would sting to stun everyone...
With a dropping to concrete pleading,
To lift the knees...
That seem to be cemented,
Permanently.
Awakening from a sleep,
To find a world turned upside down...
In amazing discovery,
What had been taken for granted...
Is now nowhere to be found.
So dramatic the changes...
No one knows where to go.
No one knows what to believe,
Since all doors to beliefs...
Seem to have been closed.
Whalloped!
With a zinging zap that pows!
A punch comes with a knockout...
That wows and stops to awe a crowd.
And there is no one to call,
To validate a correct consciousness.
No one is there to even guess...
Where one should go,
To place safely their next footsteps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Defines Success
What is the journey to success?
Success is not gained by defeat
Success does not occur over night
Success can emerge at any age
Success is working to full potential
Success is courage
Success is lending a hand
Success is not listening to negativity
Success is being positive
Success is living your life instead of the life of others
Success is being proud
Success is overcoming obstacles
Success is striving
Success is listening to your heart
Most of all success is accepting
What you have accomplished
poem by Alisha Ricks
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My vicky
Believes are correct,
believes are died wrong
rehearsing the failure in my mind
believes truely never make the real
hear this...that is my vicky
you are my brand of heroine, exactly
you are my life now, you the only
it is about you, i dream of love only
never met anyone so good so lovely
this love never be enough of myself
more you love, less you sense anything
this moment makes me think, making
your laugh, your eyes, so amazing
all I know is your love I cant help in
next to me on that site in the bus
we tried to be cool keeping not talking
Trying tyo get our ittention didnt work
boldly you turned on the charm
your graze in me, the expressing face funny
the simile you gaver I was so happy
Iam happy with you, this is vicky
i believe you love my vicky
my arm willhold your weakest
my eyes will see you at your ugliest
my heart will love you at your worst
I have found true love, that my best
poem by Samweli Butobi
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Red Sky...
I cant see past the red sky at night,
that brings us such joy, and shepherds delight,
It brings us all closer and better acquainted,
better than war, or any art painted,
cause there`s truth in the sky,
and need you ask why,
because the red sky at night is never a lie,
It looks just so peaceful and ever so clean,
just like a planet where no-one has been,
So lets keep it coming, the goodness and light,
and keep on getting a red sky at night.
poem by Paul G Fisher
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Theres A Lull In My Life
(m. gordon, h. revel)
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
Its just a void, an empty space,
When you are not in my embrace.
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
The moment that you go away,
There is no night, there is no day.
The clock stops ticking,
The world stops turning.
Everything stops
But that flame in my heart
That keeps burning...burning...
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
No matter I may pretend,
I know that you alone can end
The ache in my heart,
The call of my arms...
The lull in my life.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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When The Money Is Right
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
As life should be...
A priority.
And on the top of one's agenda.
If lived and embraced.
But when it fades away,
People feel and looked disgraced.
As if embarrassed and filled with hate.
And with an emptiness inside that takes place...
They then create racist activities,
Seething to draw someone's blood to bleed.
With an irateness baited to please.
Shown with those of insecurities...
Without resources from others to squeeze!
When the money is right...
Everybody with it wants to play big shot,
All day!
All night!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
And needs of the helpless,
Becomes an oversight.
A selfishness bites...
Whether money is right,
Or not!
Oh...oh!
Oh...oh!
When the money is right...
Everybody's ripe,
To splurge and feed their appetites.
When the money is right...
Nobody cares who's homeless or hungry,
With no where to sleep or eat at night.
When the money is right...
Those who have it,
Take delight to see others in blight.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right...
Greed is hard to fight.
Oh...oh...oh.
When the money is right,
Few have sleepless nights!
With dreams of making,
And taking it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Think It Feels
How do you think it feels
When youre speeding and lonely, come here baby
How do you think it feels
When all you can say is if only
If only I had a little
If only I had some change, come here baby
If only, if only, if only
How do you think it feels
And when do you think it stops
How do you think it feels
When youve been up for five days, come down here mama
Hunting around always, ooohhh
cause youre afraid of sleeping
How do you think it feels
To feel like a wolf and foxy
How do you think it feels
To always make love by proxy, huh
How do you think it feels
And when do you think it stops
When do you think it stops
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Rest-less criminals
REST-LESS CRIMINALS
Coping with the lights
They never turn off
Keeping me up all night
No sleep at all
They talk and shout
They party all night
I want to knock them out
It’s just not right
Trying to ignore these sounds and lights
To get some sleep
Would be a delight
Whether I like it or not
Forced to stay up all night
I hate this fact
That I can’t sleep at will
But it’s all my fault I guess
I put myself here
During the day when I should be awake
It’s when I sleep
It’s something I hate
To many things here to steel my rest
When I get out of here
I’ll sleep for days
Mike Farris Jr.
6/06/08
poem by Mike Farris Jr.
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There Is Something Different To The World Tonight (Rondine)
There is something different to the world tonight,
something that changes mere existing,
that with its essence reaches out to everything,
that brings joy that happens out of sight;
I see some stars dazed others shining bright,
hear bats, some owls that are fluttering.
There is something different,
and life feels great everything is alright
I wonder what strange thing is happening,
but then your presence gives me the feeling,
brings to my life some bliss and delight,
there is something different…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The Miracle of a Moment
A week?
A day?
An hour?
Time enough
For excellence
A moment?
Too little!
Too swift!
Too short!
Too brief!
Not so
Not right
Not true
A moment?
It’s enough!
Pregnant with possibilities
A moment
Overflowing with opportunities
A Moment
Saturated with significance
A moment
Rich with reality
A moment
Bursting with beauty
A moment
Loaded with life
A moment
Encoded with eternity
A moment
Maximize every moment
poem by Howard Simon
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A Sleep of Dreams
Travelled road ~ rough and worn
I've walked with ease on many morn
Down your path of known delights
I've trodden through on many nights
To sleep a dreamless sleep
My footsteps echo not within
Within the paths where I have been
Oh, how I crave my soul's respite
To dream of life within this night
To sleep a sleep of dreams
Oh, travelled road ~ you're all I've known
But fever deep inside has grown
To walk the walk that others might
And realize a dream tonight
To sleep a sleep of dreams
This trodden path is worn and long
Each day does bring a seasoned song
That's sung till light has turned to night
And dulls the life with no delight
To sleep a dreamless sleep
I see a field of emerald green
No foot has passed ~ nor ever been
Down unseen path toward dawning light
I'll stay until the sweetest night
To sleep my sleep of dreams....
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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A peace of mind...
When I wake up from my bed in the morning
My saturate eyes open slowly and welcomes the morning sun
Then I feel warm and comfortable at peace of mind
The morning smell of the earth reminds me my childhood
The wetness of flora brings me cool breeze.
I was born in this universe with peaceful nature around me
Then, I always felt that I was a star on my own brightness.
Learned, the love and kindness brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the prayers for God brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the help for helpless brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the life of peace brings me a peace of mind
When my saturate eyes close slowly and welcomes the silent night
Then I fall sleep comfortably at peace of mind while praying God
to have another peaceful day.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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No faith no life
No faith no life.
Be pure and sincere
Faith take you
Near and nearer
Where there is Father.
No faith no hope
No hope no life.
Where there is faith
There is security
There is stability.
No faith no success
To hold on faith
To go on the path
Of success
And success is life.
Faith is the candle
Faith gives light
In the dark night
Be pure and sincere
Faith is the doctor
That can cure
Your life's cancer.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In Their Eyes
My success has not achieved respect,
In their eyes.
And I laugh from mine.
With the knowledge...
It is me who has chosen to be in their presence.
And success?
That was delivered to me,
When at birth I was blessed...
To have this experience called life!
And what more of a success can one possess?
If anything can be done without life as it is known...
I haven't been shown.
As of yet.
And until that happens,
I'll do what God expects.
And that is to have no other gods before Him!
That is a 'memo' I understand clearly.
And that is a confession I will always profess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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