On Loan
Psst! Hey...come here!
If ever you're in doubt
About my input and abilities,
You're not alone!
Historians will be assigned
To find something that ties
My contributions to plagiarism.
And you know what they will find?
Lifetimes with no lives of their own!
This gift My God alone gave to me on loan!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contributions Made By Others
When will they find peace?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
When will they feel a sense of harmony?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
When will they begin to appreciate,
Those contributions made by others?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
And...
When will they find something about themselves,
They like?
'When they begin to appreciate,
Those contributions made by others.
And they are freed from wishing to steal a recognition...
By submitting their own deeds,
Without fear or a need to deceive will achieve success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whole Lifetimes
we travel whole lifetimes
through the mud and the mire;
struggling, fighting, loving,
dreaming, believing against all doubt...
to find our brothers and sisters
lost in the passings,
in the comings and goings,
of birth and death...
to find the face of our mother,
in lands foreign and strange.
to do the work of our father
in the ruins of our shame...
to know each other,
the scents familiar;
and hear the sound of our own hearts
beating in another's return!
we travel whole lifetimes,
on this journey together!
for Dave, Terence, Smoky, Patti,
Valerie, Juan, Robert, Veeraiyah,
Romeo, Rajendran, and all the other
poets who tend this fire..
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Gift
Oh so fine
We were trying
Out of nowhere
Just in time
Let you take me
Deep down the river
Kiss the changes
That shape my life
Always
Left behind
All the tracks that
I could find
Do do do do do
All these scars are mine
I was thinking got the feeling
The gift you gave
Is gonna last forever
All the lies you find
All the truth you see
Rise and fall
But I know whats mine
Here we lie
Looking up to
Empty sky
And the promises we find
Im not the first one
To ask why
I was thinking
Got the feeling
The gift you gave
Is gonna last forever
song performed by by INXS
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Retreating Wind
When I made you, I loved you.
Now I pity you.
I gave you all you needed:
bed of earth, blanket of blue air--
As I get further away from you
I see you more clearly.
Your souls should have been immense by now,
not what they are,
small talking things--
I gave you every gift,
blue of the spring morning,
time you didn't know how to use--
you wanted more, the one gift
reserved for another creation.
Whatever you hoped,
you will not find yourselves in the garden,
among the growing plants.
Your lives are not circular like theirs:
your lives are the bird's flight
which begins and ends in stillness--
which begins and ends, in form echoing
this arc from the white birch
to the apple tree.
poem by Louise Gluck
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Trust Without Doubt
Though in their views on life and on people not many do share
Those who trust without doubt have a gift that is rare
Doubting Thomases like me you will find everywhere
There are millions if not billions in the big World out there
To trust without Doubt is a wonderful thing
And the praises of those with such a gift I feel obliged to sing
Far too many cynical people like me
Who even doubt what their eyes tell them they do see
People who trust without doubt one does not meet every day
They are an endangered species as some like to say
The Human World is a beautiful World in their eyes
Though many do see them as gullible and unwise
Still their's is a great gift those who trust without doubt
Though one may say of them there's not many about.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Impeccable Love
Love Love Psst Love
The grandmother of solution
Coheter of the scattered and deserted
Builder of happy relation
Amalgam of both sex
Love present,
Unity and progress continues....
Love Love Psst Love
I questioned what is Love
Billion answers goes
Fun, passion, sound emotion, ardor, sex,
Then many
These I accept...no idea?
For am a witness of distressed love
Love Love Psst Love
Someone plunder my love
b'cos of it am bored
Should I leave the plunder and search?
If ay!
I have to psych up
Nay!
Then I leave for search
Love Love Psst Love
The plunder had succeeded
The search I start
Now I will clothe like a violent psychopath
For man without love is derailed, distressed, dead
Life without love is noisy, odious, disheartened
Absence of love is absence of happy-joy
Love Love Psst Love
Now I can under'grab your emotion
Pardon for I have graduated from novicity
Love giveth life for success
Success giveth way for enjoyment
Enjoyment for happiness
Happiness for longlife
Goodfriends,
Forget not to love
Love Love Psst Love
It's a game for noviceand expert
Yes!
We all have our own statements on love
Past hurts I drop
For love is the first in breath
Yeah
To love is to bless intoto
Love Love Psst Love
Never forget to love for I will not
Past I pardon
The future love is impeccable
Love has no judge
Everybody is innocent
Am looking for a brand new love
A comforter of the past sorrow
Love Love Psst Love!
poem by Collins Nkemjika Nzomuche
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The Gift of Faith
It is said, “Faith is a gift from above,
God-given to those who believe”.
In fact, Faith is to all mankind given,
But for some it remains hidden
In the recesses of the mind
Until they seek it and find
That it is, indeed, God-given.
Faith is often discovered
After some anguish and doubt;
But whichever way is followed
That way is lit by its light.
No one has gone astray
Who sought to find a way
To uncover a gift so great.
But how does one make a start,
And seek a gift hidden from sight,
When there are no signs to mark
A way where all around is dark?
Here is a useful suggestion:
Take the highway of persuasion,
Never the by-way of refutation,
Don’t deride the Faith of another,
Nor dismiss Faith altogether,
Never cease from seeking,
Or ever despair of finding
The goal of your search,
The gift within your reach.
poem by Isam Hussain
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Throwaway
Dry your eyes, say goodnight
I dont know if I can
Cut the ties, say goodbye
So I try and take it somewhere else
Pretending that were something else
Ive been trying to find my way to you
Through the anger and the sorrow
I just cant let you go
And throw it away, throw it away
And even when we dont know
Well find a way, well find our way
Anything to escape but were going nowhere
Late at night when you cry
Cuz were living like were someone else
And wishing we were somewhere else
Losing everything that I used to know
Disconnected and hollow
I just cant let you let go
And throw it away, throw it away
And even when you dont know
Well find a way, well find our way
Pulling me closer, drowning in you
Ill hit the bottom with you
But I cant let you go
And throw it away, throw it away
And even when we dont know
Well find a way, well find our way
I just cant let you let go
And throw it away, throw it away
And even when you dont know
Well find a way, well find our way
song performed by by Lit
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Where The River Flows
Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Under suburban skies
Where life is bleeding
Where concrete skies are grey
Theres plenty of room for dreaming
I still keep coming here
Follow those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The houses still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams are never ending
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Under the silent moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Lifes been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just where
The future lives forever
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me, you can find me
By the river where dreams will never die
By the river under suburban skies
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
By the river where dreams have never died
By the river I look through childrens eyes
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
song performed by by Scorpions
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Before it is Too Late, Find for yourself a mate: Someone who Cares
Find for yourself
A beloved, a family;
A home, or at least a mate,
Before it is too late,
So 'Angham' sings,
And I obeyed,
I looked in the many
Faces around me;
In the faces of those
Who say they do care,
In search for Love,
Yet love is not gas,
Though it heats,
But in a totally
Over whelming and different
Beautiful way,
Nor it is oil that is buried
Deep in the soil,
It does not need toil,
It comes all of a sudden;
A gift from Heaven,
It lives in the brain,
It occupies the Soul,
The heart beside the flesh;
A combination as such
Is so hard to find;
I tried hard,
I even gave chances
To the smart ones,
Who said they were
In love with me,
But in vain,
For I am crippled
By fate;
Every time I guess
I finally find it
I am faced with helplessness.
Jeddah,2008
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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If It Fits
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Your perceptions and mine
Are out of sync.
I don't share what I think!
These observations come from a 'knowing'.
A something existing.
With or without my experience in the mix.
However I got it like that...
That's the way it is!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
The basicness of thought,
You can not today comprehend.
You rather glide through life,
On just a piece of the puzzle.
I want to discover how those pieces fit.
And what the big picture looks that,
To get a sense of it!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Because my curiosity,
Will not allow me to quit.
And God has granted me the gift to write...
And with that 'gift'
I choose to express my impressions.
And I am impressed not with pieces...
But the whole.
As it sits.
Using a bit of explored insight,
And an array of lessons learned.
Not one bit of them imagined,
To get the jest of it as a process to yearn...
For confirmation and less for shock.
Each time I perceive the evidence...
Someone tries to keep suspended in disbelief!
If it fits...
There is less to ponder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Color me in RED
wish that the color of the
rainbow is Red, and turn off the light,
for darkness shadow the birth of detain soul
wash the package of ritual
of my faith
and baptize my iniquity that burden my
fate, failure leaves no respect of my
hope, stubborn my wish and imprison my
desire
now take the gift of my request
and saddle my gift of being a child in
every face of the earth
find that salute my respect and hold me
to find my holy angel; who come
and hold me
whatever it may take for my Life
lives only in You
the droplets of my blood, touches
the color of my
sacredness, I shall then find my Home.
poem by Antonio Liao
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Consider Many Choices
consider many choices
opportunities in life
our abilities suit us to
different pursuits
change is possible
change is desirable
whenever until we find
where our abilities
are best course applied
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To Do It Standing Tall
I've been a grown man since I was a child.
With chores, duties and responsibilities assigned,
I had to accomplish and achieve.
And I don't 'believe' this to be true.
It's a matter of fact I have lived through.
To witness adults,
Who are not grown men and/or women.
Bartering their accountability...
To escape what it takes,
To move forward without excuses...
Based upon their abilities.
Displeases my sensibilities.
Although others may find this common.
I have no patience with that at all.
I know too well what it is like...
To stand up,
And face any consequence.
And to do it standing tall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Love At Last
Everything in the past,
The memories pushed away.
All for one final love,
No more heartbreaks I pray.
You have shown me true love,
What it's really about.
You gave me your heart,
Which holds no doubt.
My past was filled with sadness,
Never knowing if I'll find love.
But then you came along,
A true gift from God above.
That gift was true love,
True love at last.
Our future will be forever,
And our future is vast.
poem by Adam McKim
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The Witness
One day I 'know' I am going to find
That someone in my life
Who will appreciate me for who I am
And not who they believe I am suppose to be
For them
To be in their lives
Many years ago when I decided I would stop,
Using God
To allow God use me
I realized exactly what I wanted
It became easier for me to see
And although it is 'still' a struggle mentally
I am making attempts to be temptation free
That
Is not easy
Living in a world set up with obstacles
And paths to deceit and defeat
But
One day I 'know' I am going to find
That someone in my life
Who will appreciate me for who I am
And not who they believe I am suppose to be
For them
To be in their lives
And God is going to be The Witness of this gift bestowed
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Humble Pen
What dreams we have
We share with the pen.
What love we find,
We share with the pen.
What happiness we find,
We share with the pen.
When our soul bleeds,
We find solace in the pen.
When our hearts are broken,
We find comfort in the pen.
When all hope is lost,
We find salvation in the pen.
And when we leave this mortal coil
We will leave the pen,
For our Children to pick up.
For the pen, is a rainbow,
For our dreams, hopes and fears
Where the heart and soul has a voice
Where love resides for your fellow man,
And where beauty is found everywhere
It confirms our existence, our beliefs.
And though our lives are brief
It is a noble quest,
A gift of love to the world,
And a seed of hope,
So Let the children plant and nurture this hope
And they too will see the rainbow.
Let this legacy nourish their lives
With love and beauty,
And let the humble pen go on,
To find the next voice,
The next chapter on this wonderful planet, we call Earth
poem by Steven Cooke
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The Mystery Gift
I once received a exquisite mystery gift,
Which gave my mood, that day, quite a lift.
Inside, was some chocolate covered fruit,
Bought from a chocolatiers of high repute.
With the mysterious gift, I was totally thrilled,
But with wonderment, my mind was then filled.
I was taken aback by the gift, which had been sent,
And, on finding out who purchased it, I was intent.
I wanted to find out who had been this kind,
But, at the shop, no name had been left behind.
While I was there, I sneakily checked out the price,
And was amazed that someone had been that nice!
To whoever sent me the gift, I’d like to say ‘thank you’,
As it really was a very kind and thoughtful thing to do.
Which kind person sent that lovely gift my way,
I, still, am not aware of, even to this very day.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Resentment?
Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.
Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.
Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.
Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moving On
This poem was inspired by Linda Ori’s poem Forgive Her
There are times in our lives,
when we just have to move on.
We find it impossible,
to live with someone.
Instead of making two lives
embittered and enraged.
We must lay down our love,
loosen the memories there,
disconnect all the ties,
that bind us together.
Moving on isn’t easy,
when hearts have been entwined
for a long, long time.
It will take many tears of regret,
even doubt will set in.
Questions will be raised,
who was right, who was wrong.
The hurt they say gets easier
as time moves along.
The knowledge that many,
have walked down the same path before.
Is little comfort,
when we start out the door.
We have to be strong,
and have no regrets.
Keep our mind focused,
forgive and forget,
then start the process of moving on.
poem by David Harris
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