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Not Gifted With That Kind of Wealth

Within the framework
Of who it is I am.
And all that I am,
Is my purpose to nurture.
And I do not see that as being perfected,
Any time soon.
I have been given too much personal work to do!
I have not yet been approved,
Or granted the right...
To pass judgements!
I am too busy being grateful,
For the blessings I have
To explore the lives of others.
Their present, future or past!
Especially when business that is being conducted,
Is not shared for a mutual benefit!
And I am not gifted with that kind of wealth,
To bestow on others...
With a probing that does not concern me.
In other words...
I respect the definition of privacy.
And what that means.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Think

I didn’t think at that time what was is in store,
Life seemed very hard and bore,
No doubt and sure of reaching shore,
Easy going and no ground to explore,

Surrounded by many with everything on hand,
Luxurious and easy going life with vast fertile land,
Parent too busy to crave for future and collecting only wealth,
Their only concern was keeping in me in good health,

I was to inherit very huge empire,
All relatives used words with satire,
I too was happy with entire business
Parent may go off the scene and live with easiness

I didn’t think at that time what was is in store,
Life seemed very hard and bore,
No doubt and sure of reaching shore,
Easy going and no ground to explore,

Surrounded by many with everything on hand,
Luxurious and easy going life with vast fertile land,
Parent too busy to crave for future and collecting only wealth,
Their only concern was keeping in me in good health,

I was to inherit very huge empire,
All relatives used words with satire,
I too was happy with entire business
Parent may go off the scene and live with easiness

Why Should I worry about things around?
Everything looked so and very sound,
Smooth running and nothing wrong was to be found,
Gaining inch by inch everyday and not loosing the ground,

Soon I was to emerge on new scene,
Witnessing the world which was never seen,
Facing the odds with ups and down in between,
Shrug it off with determined push and was very keen,

Life may not move well as desired,
Life style was dull and bore and could not be admired,
Some new ways were to be found and searched,
Goal may be difficult to achieve but surely to be reached,

It may so happen that I may not succeed but not fail either,
Storm may pass off weather may also wither,
I was to assert and had to show simple class,
Simple like clean water one can look through plain glass,

You all must bear with me for some more time,
I shall score the goal in less time,
I shall Induct it with more punch and power,
Scaling the new heights and mean time reaching at top on tower,

I may have to work for better tomorrow,
Time is not left with me just to borrow,
Desire lying idle must wake up and grow
Events must move faster with speed and flow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Be ever enthused to be in touch with future

Be ever enthused to be in touch with future

Future
Philosophers say
Is an illusion
For each second that is in the coming
Is uncertain
Hazy and a mirage

Past is lost
And it is spilt milk
Nothing can be done
With the past
Each previous second is as past
As the previous century

They suggest
For keeping up with the pace of time
It would be wise
Not to dream of the future
And not to lament on the past
Enjoy the present

It is easier said than done
We keep busy thinking
Either about the future
Or keep grumbling with the past
Memory and acquired experience
Will not allow us
To thoughtfully digest
Events occurring at the present

It is also not debatable
The quality of the present second
Depends on
The quality of the efforts
Made in the previous second

Where we are and
What we are
All because of our
Struggle or otherwise
In the past

Past experience and
Our present standing
Take us where we will be tomorrow

It will not be unwise
To a dream a future
Matching our skills
And the present position

We often dwell in a future
That is not achievable
With our present standing
And our capabilities

Unrealized future
Makes us feel sad

Be ever be in touch future
As the present second only
Manifests itself as a future
Know what you do
Know what you have as means
To take you into
The dreamt future

A colourful future is not an impossible realm
To be scaled
If you take seriously the means
To be there

Your present actions
Are executed only
To be sure that
You are
There in that wonder tomorrow

That dream keeps you
Motivated in going ahead
That dream keeps you
On the path of learning
That dream keeps you
Innovating new solutions
That dream keeps you
Enjoy what you do
That dream keeps you
Enthused in living
That dream keeps you
Looking for opportunities for improvement
Be in touch with dream ever
And

Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Though philosophically non-existent
Which only helps you realize your potential

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Comfort in Talking Shop

there is a warmth that comes with the talk of work-
when two or more individuals converse about skills & their
prospective mutual context,
of which they may or may not have worked together in
for weeks, months or
years,
but which all parties speaking
know something about because they all hold relevant
experience
in the area being discussed-
people who genuinely work at their jobs,
whatever they may be,
are able to find a kind of sustenance in the work itself
which others may never find,
if they spend their whole lives
complaining
about every little thing it is that they do-
these individuals
may never know the comfort
which comes with discussing the simple nuances
of a job that is shared,
which brings with it no obligation except
the present work that is needed to be
done-
unlike other communities which members of a workplace may also be involved in,
together or alone,
the job
brings with it a sense of solidarity
that may be unique to our species
&
which can lead to discussions of past employment and
past experiences in our lives
revealing that our paths have led us to such a specific
juncture in time
wherein we now toil
together,
until that time when we part ways & move on.

poem by Andrew Delapruch
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The Joys Of Thanksgiving

This day in November,
Special and remembered...
By many who are grateful to celebrate,
The joys of Thanksgiving.
With preparations made to express,
An appreciation.
In prayer and with faith to commensurate,
A gathering with family members and friends...
On this occasion,
To eat and feast upon past memories shared.
As an awareness of those many blessings given...
Seem to us to have more of a meaning as we reflect.
When the experience of witnessing...
Many moons and seasons come to pass,
To allow us yet another chance to embrace and grasp...
The importance of each other's presence.
And our fortunate lives we can so easily take for granted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Present Compressed By Past and Future!

Once I was so enchanted,
So attracted and absorbed,
Beauty of flower made me
talk to it
I asked what is secret,
of its enchanting smile!

'O, friend', the flower talked to me,
I live in present,
no compression,
by past and future,
No depression of past memories,
No anticipation unborn future,
Busy in my own present,
Living in this instant,
No fear of harm,
no ffeeling of warm,
you look me as whole,
But, I have universe in me as a whole,
The universe works on its own,
Only I am witness for fate of my own!

No compression no depression,
Not even any absessi,
Bees affect me with their nature,
Yet no affective complexes in me!

I am born for some purpose,
Only animal magnetism run through bees and me!

I not get flattered either by your words,
Nor I feel pride or fear,
when bees fly at me,
neither lured by the music of bee's wings,
nor getting frustrated
with irritating bees!

I am born for my purpose,
And may or may not I complete them
my ambition are nil, inhibitions may kill my spirit,
Desirefree and libidofree attitude may be secret of my smile '!

Stunned by flowers reply I felt ashamed,
Man is one who lives not in present,
Because memories of past,
Anticipation of future,
Mistakes of the past and aspirations,
Makes past and future seem infinite,
compress present into an instant,
May be negligible and infinitesimal!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts

I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.

And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.

None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!

Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!

And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.

And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!

Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!

So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Accept Uninvited Guests

Choosing to live life as you wish,
Has its limits I am willing to assist.
Meaning...
A probing done into my private business,
May get you to receive one of 'my' wishes...
Gift wrapped with a fist on the end of it.
If I am pushed to produce anger.

And perhaps then it will begin to dawn on you,
I don't accept uninvited guests.
With wishes to appease themselves,
At my expense to be disrespecting to what I protect.
Peaceful I am and ready to offend you or anyone,
To defend my privacy with an unexpected giving...
Done to deliver unannounced.

A novelty to please anyone,
Believing I am to be shown no respect...
Is not my ambition.
To be accepted and approved as 'nice' or liked.
By those who perceive I want that kind of attention.
I will never be accused of being a diplomat...
Or a vote seeking politician.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time

Time is a nonspacial continuum
In which events occur in obvious
Irreversible sequencing union:
Past, present and future, continuous.
What does all this mean to us in our lives?
Well, we have many memories don’t we?
Shared with our loved ones and our relatives.
Past experiences that once were new
Are now old, recyclable memories.
Those timely abstract musings cling to
Everyone: today's contemporaries.
The entire past is what we are anew.
The present is shaped by this time “before”
And hinged on what the future holds in store.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Dimension Merge

For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.

Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.

On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Live In The Past

For those who are destined to live in the past
Each 'What could have been? ' is amassed
To a degree where no other timeframe can last.

'If onlys' overshadow the present so that today
Is doubted, then cursed; finally withering away.
The resulting void means they'll never have a chance
To even hope for a future to unfold and advance.

Not an instant or an inch of the past can be changed.
This is why it's sad for lives the past has rearranged.
For these tragic lives it actually can be said
That with no present or future they're virtually dead.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Pray For A Better World

We use gift our time
energy love abilities
the blessings of peace
posterity gifted to us;
yet denied to so many
throughout our world
to serve God and society
to do what little we may.

While we still can
we must always hope
pray for a better world
for lost souls as God;
commanded even though
we know much evil
suffering is still to come
pass because God granted;

humanity each individual
life soul free personal choice.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fickle companions

Words come and go
Fickle companions
Like time, that changes
Without warning

What remains constant
Is the deeper knowing
That what we feel
Is true

Unfettered by words or time
Nor counted in lives
That once born
Must, pass on

Our story shall continue
From the past
Into the future, even when
The present, meanders away

poem by Anita Atina
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Constant Time

Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,

Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?

Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,

By: ade

poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Forms of Wealth

To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!

Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.

Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.

The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.

Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Before They Had Anything Else to Offer

One knowing how to spell it,
Does not mean the definition is felt!
Comprehending the value,
Is much more a benefit than explaining its use.
An intellectual can bore.
A common man lives it!
However...
If there is none of it around,
And if it's only found on lips...
The prerequisite of it does not exist.
And today 'integrity' seems to sit,
As something reminisced
By those who actually remember
A time when it was taken for granted...
And everyone had it first,
'Before' they had anything else to offer!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regrets of the Past.

Do you know what happens when you regret the past?
Your body system goes haywire and eats up your inside fast.
The choice is, you can end up with alzheimer's or cancer,
Do you think it is worth to entertain the past any longer?

Live for the today & be grateful for everything, I mean EVERYTHING,
Because you have only the now for your entertaining.
The past is gone, the future is not here yet, hope you learned from it,
If not, it will repeat again until you learn it's benefit.

However, when you learned a lot in life and see the result,
By putting the puzzle together becoming humble & really an adult.
Life will be light, happy, peaceful & with respect to all,
Going through time in contentment, solving your lessons & you'll never fall.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The essence of statesmanship is not a rigid adherence to the past, but a prudent and probing concern for the future.

quote by Hubert H. Humphrey
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Past paved way for the future

Past paved way
For the present
Shall become past
To pave way for future
The cycle never stops
Present always
Compared to past
A better future
Wished by all
What will come?
Nobody knows
Hope and desire
Never ends
Brings light in eyes
And smile on face
Light or darkness?
Is a question
Answer to which
Nobody knows
One thing is certain
If one lives
Shall become old
Perish with time
Become memory
Of the past

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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There is no wealth but life. Life, including all its powers of love, of joy, and of admiration. That country is the richest which nourishes the greatest numbers of noble and happy human beings; that man is richest, who, having perfected the functions of his own life to the utmost, has also the widest helpful influence, both personal, and by means of his possessions, over the lives of others.

quote by John Ruskin
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Spare Me From Humiliation

Have you ever seen intelligent person cutting sorry figure?
Repenting for all past misdeeds and crying for future
Blinking at sky and praying for mercy from lord
Find no solution still helplessly wants to end life with cord

If I am given option for choosing a way
I shall prefer wealth but not go for it far away
I shall strive for good position and wealth
Yet may take full precaution for health

There is mad race for material happiness
We see the pride reflecting on face
We try to impress people and put impressive show
We are pretty sure that no one may touch the feet and bow

It defeats the purpose if aim is sabotaged
If overseas stay is only for money and managed
What does it earn except humiliation?
There is big problem with complication

Wealth and prosperity does not come with easy means
There may be many draw backs, failures and then lastly win
If some fair means are adopted then surely it will enlighten
Or else it will drive to craziness and death may be hastened

It is said and generally believe” Ill gotten money disappear fast”
The future generation may not deserve it and disintegrate at last
Whole of the empire may crumble like pack of cards
The simple truth will be seen as cruel joke with rewards

No one may look at you for dismal show
People will pay scant respect when on road you go
They will point out at failed person with pity
“Look at this man” this can be shame or disgrace from almighty

I have believed and still advise to go slow
The means and ways are to be not below
Standard and ethics to earn bad respect
As it will be then left with humiliating act

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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