On and In What Stage of Regret
On and in what stage of regret,
Will an accepted sorrow be fully embraced.
With a forgiveness granted?
Unfortunately...
These actions are seen as signs of weaknesses.
And...
Today,
Treating weaknesses for a round of mall shopping,
Is not economically cost effective.
And a way of life has been stalled to shed just tears.
Variety is said to be the spice of life.
One's nectar of true happiness.
But expressing one's regret,
Has adopted customs of doing it in spotlight.
With invited guests.
Who may or may not choose to dress,
In After Six attire or full formal wear.
You know,
The tuxedo and gown...
With announced arrivals done.
Only for one purpose...
To exchange a basic human-ness.
Prior to the debate of any decision one makes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music Maestro! ...
what is regret?
in this party, i never invite it,
comes hope in full gown
well scented and full of
fresh flowers on her hair,
come fidelity as formal as
ever with diamond necklace
and golden brooch,
comes truth in candid poses
skimpy and cleavage exposed
wow legs, skinny backless
bare and daring cheekbones,
comes trust
regal gown and sprayed firm
dovetailed hair,
where is regret? that sad woman
wanting to be in,
i call the guards not to let her in
for she is a contagion
and does not deserve to be
here in this dancing hall of
my life
turn on the music
and let the dance in circles begin.
maestro!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prior To Variety
Believe what you wish,
But you must admit...
Prior to variety adding to the spice of one's life,
There seemed to have been less conflict.
And very few objected,
To the limits of selections that fed appetites.
Now everyone ignites incited to fight,
Over whose delusions should be justified in spotlight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regrets
I regret those hurtful words
And every meaningless threat
That was made
I regret walking away angry
When we both
Should have stayed
I regret our lack of effort
We should have worked our problems through
But the biggest regret of all?
Is not expressing
Just how much I love you
poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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Exceptions Made To Created Rules
Exceptions made to created rules,
Has established the need.
For a Department of Addendums.
Making the following of rules,
Foolish.
For anyone attempting to understand,
The purpose of their origin.
Since the following of rules legitimately,
Hasn't made those values and standards...
Many proclaim as adding a quality to their lives,
A cost effective proposition.
In fact,
Prior to those exceptions made,
One's life lived had been with less complications.
Today,
Those complications are needing interpretations...
For those seeking explanations,
Whether to live basically with no rules to follow.
Or demand more addendums,
To define what basic means.
And which lawful rule is broken,
If one decides living a life that 'is' basic
Will not have them arrested for indecent exposure.
Since many will protest they have become offended.
By someone daring to live,
Without attempting to make impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Let You Down
If you don't smile again
You will cry until the end
Cause I know where you're bound
With the sorrow that brings you down
So now I beg of you
Tell me what I can do
To make you smile again
Cause I let you down my friend
Now you're on your own
In a life with your best friend gone
And it ain't easy to be
In a world of misery
So now I beg of you
Tell me what I can do
To make you smile again
Cause I let you down my friend
Your sorrow like rain comes down
In the tears that you shed
Now our love is gone
And your roses are dead
Your sorrow like rain comes down
Your sorrow like rain comes down
Cause I know I let you go
And I'll always regret it
Cause I let you down my friend
But I'll never let you down again
Your sorrow like rain comes down
In the tears that you shed
Now our love is gone
And your roses are dead
Your sorrow like rain comes down
Your sorrow like rain comes down
Cause I know I let you go
I'll always regret it
Cause I let you down my friend
I'll never let you down again
I'll never let you down again
I'll never let you down again
I'll never let you down again
I'll never let you down again
I'll never let you down again
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Accept My Demands
These months were a battle
Of love and my pride,
Pride chose to surrender,
But I didn't mind.
I sang my own ballad
Along to your chords,
You failed as my shield,
I kept being your sword.
You asked for the world -
I could give you much more.
True life was somewhere
Behind the locked door.
Through all your nightmares
I kept holding your hand.
I drained my own sea
For your castle of sand.
Love made me its slave -
It's my porcelain strength.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Accept my demands!
You're charming, unique,
And your look is brand-new.
Your face in the mirror
Is one love for you.
One slut cost you more
Than the tears I shed,
And seeing you two
Made me feel just regret.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Feel guilty and pray!
Remember those months
And the last summer day.
I tried to be perfect,
I was at my best,
You turned all my life
To a terrible mess!
Love made me its slave -
It's my porcelain strength.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Accept my demands!
Accept my demands!
poem by April Avalon
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The framework I found, which made the decision [to start Amazon in 1994] incredibly easy, was what I called a regret minimization framework. I wanted to project myself forward to age 80 and say, 'OK, I'm looking back on my life. I want to minimize the number of regrets I have.' And I knew that when I was 80, I was not going to regret having tried this. I was not going to regret trying to participate in this thing called the Internet that I thought was going to be a really big deal. I knew that if I failed, I wouldn't regret that. But I knew the one thing I might regret is not ever having tried. I knew that that would haunt me every day.
quote by Jeff Bezos
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Whose design is this?
How, if food is without spice?
How, if life goes without spice?
Spice is variety.
Variety is option for change.
The left out one is cursed
And the one acquired is blessed.
The user is ever jubilant.
12.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Well suited
I feel no need to power dress
No longer trying to impress.
My style today is casual
What you see is what you get
and I confess to no regret.
Today I can be comfortable/
I need not wear a shirt and tie
and try to act impressively.
I find it rather comical.
When I observe young men today
trying hard to make their way.
It’s not at all unusual.
For them to think they know it all
But pride oft goes before a fall
and sadly that is typical
When we are young we foolishly
we must dress fashionably
So that we seem acceptable.
Now that I’m old I do not care
If no one likes the clothes I wear
I dress to suit myself not you
it is my right and so I do.
25-Mar-09
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Choice of life
Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live
Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict
Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before
Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow
When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent
Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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LIFE and REGRET
If this is my life
So this is my life
If my life is filled with the ins and outs
So I know, I'm alive
If my life is full of sharp gravel
So I know, I'm alive
If my life is full of happy laughter
So I know, I'm alive
But if life is a regret
I surely know, it's not my life
Life for me is a breath without regret
poem by Venny Rose Tangkilisan Pelle
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La Derniere Robe De Soi
OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty,
Bought, quite a bargain, in the City,
Your ill-trained soul full false has played me--
No Paris gown would have betrayed me.
You knew, my pretty silken treasure,
I must not wed for love or pleasure,
But for a settlement and title;
Yet you encouraged his recital!
He said--oh, faithless gown, you listened
While on your sheen two tear drops glistened--
He said . . . let love to music set it,
I'll never speak it--nor forget it!
'No, no!' I cried, I tried to save you--
False gown, you showed the tears I gave you!
You looked discreet when first I found you.
How could you let his arm go round you?
You darling dress--I'll smooth your creases,
I'll wear you till you drop to pieces;
But poor men's wives wear cotton only--
Dear gown--I hope you won't feel lonely!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Industrial Society
Our industrial society makes
Insatiable demands upon us all.
It is organized in a way that takes
Our souls and puts them in a shopping mall.
Our actions are reduced to what they cost;
Thoughts, diminished to impulse purchases.
Yet, it is implied that nothing is lost—
We are being provided services.
Is our life made better as a result
Of such factory-constructed progress,
Or is our infrastructure an insult
That controls us through the want of excess?
I fear humanity may be destroyed.
I also fear I may be paranoid.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Shopping= Me
Shopping is my passion,
Passion 4 fashion
The clothes, The shoes
Especially the food
I'll go a probally spend $50 or maybe $100
There's Claires, Hot Topic, And Raves
I really have a shopping crave
I love the mall
It's so full of life,
I love the mall
Let's go tonight.
poem by LeLe Gallon
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To Whatever That Is Sustaining Your Thoughts
To whatever that is sustaining your thoughts.
And whatever your beliefs are that has brought you here...
To experience 'your' life as it is.
Ask of 'It' to lift you from conflict.
If conflicts have been married to your thoughts.
You can divorce from whatever it is you wish.
If you so choose.
Like the decision to wear your hair as is.
Or your selection of dress.
Address whatever that is with honesty.
If in doing this you feel victimized...
You are not understanding your life.
So how do you expect anyone else,
To provide your happiness.
When you have no clue what that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She At His Funeral
THEY bear him to his resting-place--
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger's space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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She, at His Funeral
They bear him to his resting-place—
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger’s space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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A Task To Mask My Weaknesses
It isn't as easy as it seems,
To teach anyone...
Who has established a mindset,
That whatever is done which they do...
Is okay no matter what it is.
Betraying others with a disrespect to display,
Is a thoughtlessness that increases to test...
Others to accept a mindset,
Deep in selfishness.
And kept protected in ways unsuspected.
Until one steps forward to protest this disregard,
There will be excuses made forever...
By the ones who perceive,
Others exist to cater to their needs.
To leave them to do as they choose and please.
'You can say what you like,
But never again...
Will I be giving you another opportunity,
To perceive my giving...
As a task to mask my weaknesses.'
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
No, never again will you interpret my giving,
As a task to mask my weaknesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fragility of Life
Life is a journey
A journey of trials and tribulations
Life is love, sadness, and pain
Full of mistakes and regret
Blame and sorrow
Without all the sadness and pain
Mistakes and regret
Blame and sorrow
Life wouldn't be a journey of uncertainty
poem by Brittany Helt
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