Nothing Else That Can Be Said
There is nothing else that can be said,
Regarding that which has been stated.
'Do you wish for us to clarify your comments.
They seem too profound to be left without definition.
Uh...excuse me.
Do you wish for us to clarify your comments.
They seem too profound to be left without definition.'
~He appears to be plugging his ears with cotton.
And using adhesive tape to cover his mouth.
I thought you said he would jump at the opportunity,
To voice his opinion? ~
'I am sure this is a stunt.'
~Was his exit through that door part of this 'stunt'?
I thought you said you knew him? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last Meeting
My father, you were cold and grey
The last time we did meet,
You didn't speak to me at all,
Were covered in a sheet,
Your eyes were open, stared at me
But didn't see a thing,
I felt the love gush from my eyes
Like water, from a spring.
I thought that you were hiding,
That you'd played some trick on me,
That presently you'd jump on out
The way it used to be,
We'd laugh about it then for years
And mother would join in,
But still you lay, ignoring me,
The silence growing thin.
I touched you, and you were so cold,
So icy lying there,
I felt the chill surrounding me,
The chill of your cold stare,
And where the wit I'd grown to love,
The wisdom you had shown?
You answered in your silence then,
'You must go home alone! '
I never thought I'd see the day
When you were not around,
Set in the background of my life,
Your comments, so profound,
I left a part of me behind
With you, once you had gone,
'Last meeting' was not yesterday;
Your Death's now Twenty One!
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Theses, faeces, syntheses
O the language of the thesis!
O the octopus of Academe!
‘As I argued in my previous book,
‘Some definitions of ‘definition’ in contemporary philosophy’ –
an argument which I hope to pursue
in a following volume, (and I quote) :
‘to define what we mean by ‘definition’
we must first consider
the nature of definition:
can it be itself defined? Is
its definition itself a retreat
from what definition defines? …’
and the wood of academic chairs
creaking as a lecture ends,
from which once the young sap rose
like the hope of definition
dries, decays and dessicates.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A great Friend
The definition of a great
friend is.....
Sticking by you no matter what.
The definition of a great
friend is...
To dry away wet tears when you are you are down
The definition of a great
friend is....
To unstick you, when your struck
The definition of a great
friend is....
To help you through the hard times
The definition of a great
friend is....
To tell you when are wrong, to teach you to do riight.
The Definition of a great
friend is.....
to pray with you through hard times, to give a hand when your in need and hug you and let you see.
The definition of a
great friend is true, The definition of a great friend is you! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Dallas Turner
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Repetition on things like that becomes quite painful. If you do a stunt sometimes it can look like a stunt.
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Salt Is.... Just Salty
There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.
poem by David Knox
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Isn't That The Reason
Why should you undo what has been done?
And if you could...
Why would you?
Who learned from the experience?
Did the process make any sense?
And if it did not...
A thought upon a mind was dropped,
To be not forgotten!
And isn't that the reason,
Someone had to do something?
If it had not been you...
Would you have been left wishing,
For more or less understanding?
And who would be there to fully comprehend?
As long as the action was taken...
Let time clarify the motive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Address of a New Poetess To All Poets Here
As I open my partner this site I see
And closing it too, this site I live
In my mind and my heart I smiled gently
Jessie, at last the search you see.
I joined and left some sites I register
Thought it's nice I registered as a member
Poetry and friendship I want to share
But in the end discrimination reigns.
Ratings and comments really boost morale
Spirits rises get inspired and poetic as I
Creative and imaginative minds do survive
Knowledge, talents hidden or not described.
Surfing the web for my compositions
A poet friend introduced this portion
Sharing in my heart I thought I found
Comments and ratings not in my mind.
They are good if one needs a push
It is a flavor that a creative may savor
But to the competitors it's not a favor
Bet, surely come and show real color.
As I read and commented to a poem
Reading the history of her comments
Rise both my brows I was surprised,
Here too, a competition trouble arise?
Where on web can I join and may find
A place where no feuds and race arise?
Or can we just let that comments be
A guide for better and competition free?
poem by Jessie Clarete Bernabe Cadsawan
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My Editing Has Been Done
To eliminate a sentence,
To make a paragraph more accepting...
Or censor a comment to make an issue less
Affecting...
May for some
Be what is needed to overcome
What is regarded as a topic
Not accepted or approved by those
Who review comments said by one!
But my editing has been done,
To accomplish what I have begun.
If what I say has been rejected...
I'll find my own exit when I've been shunned!
I'm here to enlighten not seek applause,
From everyone!
And if it has been decided
That my comments have divided,
I'm sure that something said...
Will enter the ears to stay in one's head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Votes Are In
The votes are in.
It appears as though,
The ones receiving more from life...
Are those not burden,
By a carrying on their shoulders...
A methodical mythical way to live.
With a happiness that shows upon them,
Dancing to live with that sparkle still twinkling...
In their unclouded eyes.
And...on the other hand,
Strange enough as it is...
Those with bills,
Piling up as they sit...
In those big fancy homes marooned on lush hills,
Seem more concerned about the basics...
They wish today they didn't leave behind.
As the times climb the trails to knock,
On those 'French' designed and custom made doors.
'Are you a materialistic capitalist on these shores?
Or are you just a bling wearing socialist,
Caring less who wears the titles...
As long as you get what it is you need,
Mingling amongst all 'wannabee' socialites?
Hmmm?
Which one are you?
How do you fit in with all of this,
Toxic display of diversity? '
~Good observation.
Certain things I like to keep private.
Where is the bathroom? ~
'Just to the left of that exit sign.
Hope everything comes out okay.
And just as you wish and hoped to find.'
~How appropriate placed and stated.
Your comments.
And the exit.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An actor would be foolish to do something that might hold up the picture, or more importantly incapacitate him. If an actor does do a stunt he needs to make sure a stunt man stands by to see that it's done correctly.
quote by Glenn Ford
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Not To Argue Needlessly
You don't like the tone of my voice.
Or the way in which it is used?
That's unfortunate.
Not for me.
But for you.
Since this is my voice.
You may choose to ignore it.
That's up to you.
You've been planted and fix like a brick wall.
And using my voice to call over it,
I don't have to do at all.
All I have to do to remove you,
Is to discuss this with my Father.
And not a voice between us do we share,
To get what appears to be an obstacle...
Off my path!
And this 'voice' you hear?
He has been given to me,
To deliver and clarify a message.
Not to argue needlessly.
He and I both know that is pointless.
Eventually you will get the message.
Have a good day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of The Evidence Shown
Throughout my life...
And others who could attest to my sentiments.
I have had others who believed they knew me.
To say that I wasn't 'that' enough for 'their' liking.
Can you imagine?
As if I was born to prove to them...
My life and efforts were on a rating scale.
To please their whims and noninvolvements.
Or that I wasn't a 'real' this to claim that,
But to be just what they said I 'was' or wasn't.
To demean any attempts I made in anything...
I 'wanted' to do to get done.
And the color of my skin,
Had a lot to do with that too.
Oh...
I got it from both sides of the fence.
With some painful comments,
Forever to be remembered.
Or I thought I was better than others.
I like that one!
Because I spoke to have others understand,
What it was I was saying.
I spoke too clearly.
LOL...
Seriously.
I have actually had people tell me that.
I wish I was joking but I am not.
I was told I spoke as if I was a caucasian.
As if I wanted to be!
A black boy living in a black neighborhood.
With black friends and surrounded by blackness.
Or...
Check this out!
If I really wanted to do what I wanted to do,
I'd move and go somewhere else.
Because 'they' weren't going to allow me,
To do what I wanted to do in the place I was born.
Uh...
Excuse?
Are you looking for an exit sign?
Because I am not.
Well...
Thank God I didn't allow their comments,
To ruin my ambitions.
Like others they have done with a doing,
Who bought into that kind of evilness...
To achieve exactly what the obviousness,
Of the evidence shown as proof of 'their' doings.
Not mine!
My wishes and dreams are not to be limited!
Period.
With an exclamation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do have a stunt double because there are certain things that they won't let me do. Like they won't set fire to me. They won't like let me jump off a 20 story building. There are certain big stunts that it's just impossible to get insurance to let me do, but for the most part I'd say I do probably 75% of my stuff.
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My Ever Profound Inspiration
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is a fortress in my romantic garden
With rounded eyes filled with rage
And a heart that never harden
I don't know him personally
He doesn't know me as well
But he is My Ever Profound Inspiration
The man to whom I fell
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is my every day morning dew
He is the bitterest nightmare
My sweetest dream that won't come true
He'd been my only one
All throughout these years
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Had bring me lots of tears
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is now lost in nowhere
I don't know where he is
And this is hard to bear
I know someday we'll meet again
Perhaps he can already give me affection
Be his woman, his bride
His Ever Profound Inspiration
poem by Pink Butterfly
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Out of Touch
NOW you're wishing for clarification?
For something I expressed,
You suggested came from my frustration.
I wasn't then...
Nor have I been frustrated at all.
My observations do not set me up,
Not for that kind of distressing fall.
But I don't understand what had been obvious to me...
Isn't clear as crystal,
By those who should have seen...
The spreading of this mental disease.
That supplied deceit to fulfill fantasies.
I can not clarify for you NOW,
Comments made on a path I have observed and passed.
Whatever you are experiencing in your mind,
Is for you to grasp.
And I refuse to help you unload your issues,
For a point of view that seems to bother and confuse you!
Remember you were the one who said then,
I had been out of touch!
Consider me NOW completely out of your reach.
I have no needs to have my peace of mind released.
Or have it ceased,
To listen to your ramblings about fading beliefs
That have kept you imprisoned!
Will you step to the left please?
You are blocking my light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is No Haiku
This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.
Seventeen sound units,
Divided into three parts...
Five units to start.
Seven in the middle.
And five to end.
With given specific syllables,
To have the reader read again.
Without comprehending,
The meaning a haiku intends.
This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.
Although not haiku,
Two shoes tied to one foot...
Does not make the other,
Less aware of obstacles.
Two shoes ties to a pair of feet,
Makes it easier to walk alone
On an adventured path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Around and Around and Around
Although my comments were specifically stated.
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this,
Without a needed argument fished to solicit,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
Although my comments were specifically stated...
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this
Without a needed argument to fetch or fish,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
But...
It was from someone else,
I had 'lifted it'.
And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
And around and around and around I went...
Door to door...
Trying to stop,
An implanted ignorance attached to my name,
Begun by a fool...
Out to prove me to be easily used,
Like a limp mop tossing about slop!
But folks like this without an identity that exists...
Are lining up behind the mindless,
Devoid of shame!
And not one thought of their own to claim!
Leaving me to accept a task...
To actually show my sanity,
If in me they saw it to ask!
And I fought myself to stay undercover!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definition
Definition
What does that mean?
The meaning of life
The meaning of who you are
The meaning of our dreams
How can we define?
What all that really means
Is it the definition of?
Life
Dose that mean we can be
Anything we want to be
Or is it simply
Do what you say
And be forever free
Is it the definition of?
Who you are
Accept your fallacies
And be a better
Human being
Is it the definition of?
Our dreams
Dream the impossible
And live up to your dreams
And make them all real
Who really knows?
What it all really means
poem by Kaila George
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As Paradise
You feel it as paradise
Which was sheer desertion of promises?
Sun and moon never failed to rise
You only fled from scene and surprised
There was nothing to part
As you preferred to depart
Life was not meant as you thought to be
We were god's child and very free
You chose wrong side
Dark and valley so wide
You were buried deep inside
But I say you were wrong and there is nothing to hide
You ended life in despair
How much I was eager to pair
You did cowardice act and left me alone
I was left to the mercy of wolves and lone
What do you think world may do with?
They will tear me apart and eat muscles with teeth
I shall be disgraced with horrible comments
If that was what you thought and forcefully sent
I am near to your grave
Still feel strong and brave
I did not leave you even in critical times
You leave behind uncertainties sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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