One and Of All
Thank You,
Almighty!
I've come to give You
The Praise!
I've come to You focused...
Dear God.
Quiet and subdued,
To ask of You
For a complete release.
From the craving that has crazed,
Those of the flesh...
And of wicked ways.
I've come to You wishing,
And wanting an uplift in consciousness.
To raise higher in my mind...
A rising devotion,
And happiness that is mine!
Knowing without You,
Inside of me stirring my soul...
My life has no dropp of wholesomeness.
None 'that' I should maintain.
None 'that' must remain I should hold!
Without You!
And...
I thank You,
Almighty,
For 'all' and everything.
From the appearance of dew...
Misting the dawning of morning Sun.
To the glistening of those rays,
Reflected...
On the surface of the Moon,
When night comes.
To enhance Your stay,
Father.
And the stars twinkling in the Heavens,
Sparkling from Cosmic light!
This is what I witness.
This delights my appetite.
And I thank You Almighty!
For this life...
This life given.
To adventure and explore this 'gift'
Only You have manifested...
And allowed me to feel blessed with!
Thank You,
Almighty!
Keeper and Giver of 'this' experience!
The One and of All.
And 'here' in me to express...
Such gratefulness,
I wish to give!
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall!
And so honored I am to confess,
I recognize Your Angels sent...
To ensure that I do for You,
Always pursuing I will,
My best!
Thank You,
Almighty!
I've come to give You
The Praise!
I come and welcome this bliss with You.
Knowing someday,
Eternity with You...
I will come to stay!
Dedicated:
To my wonderful sister...
Mrs. Andrea Doreen ('Mimmie') Pertillar Dixon
Wife, Mother, Grandmother and Friend!
Gifted. Wise. And...'Stubborn'...LOL
'Love you, Mimmie'
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Mimmie
Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
It's done at her best!
She 'may' have a flaw.
Not too many I have seen.
She's my oldest 'and' younger sister.
And when she whips her dander up...
Watch out!
She can let off some steam.
A jewel, a star...
A bright light shining.
Never to complain,
She refrains from whining.
Wife, mother and devoted grandmother too.
She says she has retired!
But from what?
She's 'so' busy.
She's always finding something to do!
Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
It's done at her best!
She's funny when she says she is going to relax.
By preparing a meal for fifty or more people...
For some function at her church,
Where she is very active at!
She doesn't hesitate,
To express the wisdom that she has.
It's sharp and quite clear,
To whomever it is passed.
And she entertains with humor.
When she jokes,
You are going to laugh.
She's quite accomplished...
Undertaking several task!
Yes...
Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
It's done at her best!
Dedicated to:
My sister Andrea Doreen 'Mimmie' Pertillar Dixon
'Love you, young lady! '
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Confess
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I feel I have a need,
And I please My Father...
With deeds I attempt,
And some not successfully...
My Father decides,
To then surprise.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I pray each day,
And express my gratefulness...
I don't take for granted,
Those blessings from My Father...
I know from Him I get.
When I find I struggle,
And I am wet with sweat...
I am comforted by My Father,
Who then allows...
My peace and rest.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
Before Him I place no 'thing' I value more.
Before My Father,
I profess a love for him that is adored.
My loyalty and devotion,
Is given without thought.
And My Father and I...
Tackle those obstacles,
He assists me to abort.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
And nothing do I have do I take for granted.
I know from 'WHOM' my gifts have come.
I know from 'WHOM' has 'allowed' this to be done!
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Queen of What Is Right
Yes!
She is my sister.
And Queen,
Of What Is Right.
No one,
Not even me...
Can argue with Mimmie D.
She is seldom wrong!
So prepare to take a hike.
She's quite talented and gifted.
And seems to never rest.
She makes things look too easy.
Even her children, Shayla and Landry...
Often find time with her protest.
But Mimmie is quite a special person!
And yes, I can say this...
It is true,
She knows what is best.
She knows how to dress with style and grace.
When she cooks a meal,
I've witness people stuff their faces.
Everything she touches,
Has a quality to it.
And she's the first on the scene,
When family, friends and those she loves get sick!
Did I tell you she was a nurse?
When she was just a child...
Healing the 'universe' she use to rehearse.
She tried to practice her skills on me!
But I had to remind her...
I was the one born first!
'Mahhhh...
Will you tell Mimmie to leave me alone.
She's trying to tell me what to say.
When I get on the telephone! '
Yes!
She is my sister.
And Queen,
Of What Is Right.
Yes, we had our arguments.
And yes we had our childish fights.
But on September 10th two thousand and nine,
My little sister will be sixty.
And it is hard to believe,
Without me...
She has done quite fine.
But sometimes I wonder about her husband AL.
After thirty six years of wedded bliss with sister Mim...
He seems to get better as he ages with her.
And not showing one sign,
He is out of his mind!
There has to be 'something' WRONG with THEM.
Two peas in the same pod.
The love they have for each other,
Today...
IS quite odd!
Yes!
She is my sister.
And Queen,
Of What Is Right.
And I love her dearly with all my heart!
Since Andrea and me,
Are both alike.
'Mahhhh...
will you tell LArry to leave me alone.
And mine his own business,
When I talk on the telephone! '
Dedicated to my sister,
Andrea 'Mimmie' Doreen Pertillar Dixon.
In celebration of her 60th birthday.
September 10th 2009.
'I love you, Mimmie.'
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Almighty Sea
The almighty sea reigns higher than them all.
The almighty sea will always stand tall.
The almighty sea will be your fall.
The almighty sea reigns higher than them all.
The sea is responsible for many a death,
Drowning the victim for its every breath.
Engulfing the bodies, in its wave,
Sending their souls to the grave.
The sea is a murderer killing by the millions.
Everyday people, normal civilians,
Are taken away by the monstrous surges.
And out of the ocean, a corpse emerges.
The sea is can kill in a matter of hours,
With the sheer extent of the waves’ powers.
Surely nothing can stop the water in its path,
Immersing the world in its wrath.
The almighty sea reigns higher than them all.
The almighty sea will always stand tall.
The almighty sea will be your fall.
The almighty sea reigns higher than them all.
Sonnet: Almighty’s Face
When Death has come upon my body, then
My soul has been released to Heaven’s gate,
To the Almighty, to decide my fate-
My soul to be turned to Hell or to Heaven.
O, how could I face the Almighty’s Face?
Would it be of kindness or full of wrath?
No doubt, I did keep to my righteous path;
Would I be denied of God’s mercy, in case?
God, the Almighty is our kind Father;
My sinful habits, I’d better give up;
My life/ limb, not soul, I would lose rather;
In sufferings live and quaff up Life’s gall-cup!
Could I dare see the Omnipotent Face?
Could I wisely ensure with Him my place?
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To dear KASTHURI-I Pine-Poem-6
To KASTHURI
POEM-6
Oh! Mighty, Almighty!
How grateful were we to Thy ways!
When the two of us
Thou impinged by Thy Grace!
Oh! Mighty, Almighty!
How best did Thee we praise!
When the two of us
Together did Ye raise!
Oh! Mighty, Almighty!
My eyes are swimming in brine!
For the two of us
Thou hast parted, for me to pine!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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To Sylvia Plath
You had awaken with a burning flame
trying to keep a small universe in your hands
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father
with words that are unquenchable on paper
you thought about pain, exhaustion.
You had awaken with a burning flame,
to people that did not regard your words
you wanted to give life with all its blemishes,
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father
until you could not go on anymore
when your courage, your life force started to diminish.
You had awaken with a burning flame,
where you tried to set the fire ablaze again
with nothing further to hold on to
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father,
you turned your hands to your own life
and it was gone, had vaporise like dew;
you had awaken with a burning flame
while you turned your eyes to the almighty Father.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: God Will Provide!
Your husband is the nicest man I know;
You are lucky to be his half-better!
He’s stuck to his good principles well; oh!
Never mind if he couldn’t be wealth-getter.
So thank the Lord and praise Heaven for this;
God will provide all things by miracles;
He has in store for you more earthly bliss;
He’ll guide you both through life’s few debacles!
Just pray that God should give you both, good health;
Just thank the Almighty for all He’s done;
Just stay more patient: God will give more wealth;
To live a Christian life is not some fun!
God gives us strife and with it solutions;
He uses us for His revelations.
3-6-2004 copyright by dr john celes
Dedicated to my beloved sister-in-law
Mrs. Josephine Joebert
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Eid greetings
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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happy Ramadan and Eid mubarak
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fear
As I am growing older
My fear for losing life is increasing
All the confidence I had in life
Is day by day decreasing
I feel am running out of time
And wasting even a moment seems like a crime
My better-half, I want to grow old with you
I cannot stay a single moment without you
I pray to Almighty
To give you one day extra life than me
So that I can spend my entire life with thee
My dear Children, I want to see you grow
Before God I bow
Begging for your welfare
Without which I would be left in despair
I pray for the betterness of all
And for the wellness of my loved ones
With every passing day
Anything owed to you I want to re-pay
Almighty I trust you and believe in you
As you are above All
Hope you will always walk with me
In my every rise and fall.
poem by Kavita Iyer
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My Trust in Him
The almighty is the strength of my hopes
Better than the taste and the scent of many dopes
The almighty is my daily brook of unending joy
Happy am I for of this I shall continually enjoy
The almighty is the foundation of my life
How can I ever fret for any stubborn strife
The almighty is the owner of my everyday
How I keep every fear and foe at bay
God is my trust, I mind not the nervous nights
God is my trust, I sorrow not in my many plights
For the moon that shied away behind the cloud
Will so soon shine away from it no doubt
The trials may seem to be many
I trust in God, I trust not any
The trials in my path will so soon disappear
Smooth stones will so soon pave my track
My joy has come now it is near
My heart is now seasoned with joy
The pain that was is no more there
My light now shines, I can now enjoy
-Jude Adebosoye Ogunade
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Money (In God We Trust)
Hallelujah
Now I lay, I lay me down to sleep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
I praise the Lord afford my roll to keep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
And if I should die before I wake
Hallelujah
Almight dollar
I'm gonna take the money that I make
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
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Money
Hallelujah
Now I lay, I lay me down to sleep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
I praise the Lord afford my roll to keep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
And if I should die before I wake
Hallelujah
Almight dollar
I'm gonna take the money that I make
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
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O God, Show Mercy…
O GOD, SHOW MERCY…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let go with the wind the foe’s threats;
Punish the unwise and the unworthy,
Let them hold their tongues behind the teeth.
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Weaken the treacherous men…
They just pretend to be Thy servants,
For their own good, let them lament.
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Show mercy to those who serve their land;
Without harming their own country,
Let them breed their descent…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let us rise – wipe out the feud.
Show mercy, save us, heal our souls,
Let us defeat the fraud…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let the foe’s threats go with the wind…
7.12.2OO2.
Translated from Georgian
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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A Strong Believer
A strong believer,
Always looks at a negative,
As a right.
What was meant for bad,
Was meant for good.
Joseph's brothers,
Were jealous and mean.
He still believed,
In the almighty.
Joseph's boss wife lied,
Had him through in prison,
For false reasons.
He still believed,
In the almighty.
Job lost everything,
He was left with nothing.
He still believed,
In the almighty.
When someone else gets,
A larger helpin,
I realize that it's not,
The only blessin,
God is given.
I keep in mind that there,
Will be more than that,
I will be gettin.
I believe,
In the almighty.
poem by Tameeka Smith
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No need to show
No need to show and observe in these final days
For all practical purpose you have stayed away
Visited no orphanages or helped any poor
Just spent all the days in visiting the stores
It may be your routine job to go in for livelihood
Yet the main object behind it was never understood
It needed little time to go in for some good charity
As enough was given to you by the grace of almighty
You still have hunger for collecting more
You opt for all methods to get it and explore
In fact there is no need for extra accumulation
The hidden wealth should have gone for circulation
Praise and power come from the inner strength
You may have it yet remain as beggar till the death
The thrust will never be quenched but fuel more
You may be leading life of an animal therefore
Some of the festivals are meant to address for self
Even if done nothing for others still ask for help
Almighty is so much gracious to grant such relief
If you sincerely pray and bow head with belief
It is not necessary to visit any temple or church
Some of the answers you get if silently search
Inner soul may respond to request and show the way
You may find happiness if shown readiness to pray
Little compassion is must for fellow brethrens and animals
They deserve full attention and care upon their arrivals
Almighty has blessed them to visit beautiful land
We got to be sympathetic and rush to them as friend
We should lead life in such a manner
So as not to disturb or harm others
If you can’t show any kind of sympathy
At least believe or develop some kind of decency
He has always blessed those persons
Who have helped others with various reasons?
If they can’t extend material help in any way
At least show peace with and passion and stay
“Don’t snatch bread if you can’t give”
That will be biggest crime and find no reprieve
If you have no words to reciprocate or forgive
Shake head in affirmative and believe
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A Child My Choice
Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child
Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled.
I praise Him most, I love Him best, all praise and love is His;
While Him I love, in Him I live, and cannot live amiss.
Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, man's most desired light,
To love Him life, to leave Him death, to live in Him delight.
He mine by gift, I His by debt, thus each to other due;
First friend He was, best friend He is, all times will try Him true.
Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; though man, yet God He is:
As wise, He knows; as strong, He can; as God, He loves to bless.
His knowledge rules, His strength defends, His love doth cherish all;
His birth our joy, His life our light, His death our end of thrall.
Alas! He weeps, He sighs, He pants, yet do His angels sing;
Out of His tears, His sighs and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring.
Almighty Babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to fly,
Correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die!
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I Am
i am that man
that i am,
mine is what i am
for i am
that man that i am.
i give thanks
and praises
each day that goes by,
i shoot no blanks
and don't need no red faces
to embrace this when i pass by.
i hail the almighty
to guide and strengthen
my soul,
i say a prayer to the almighty
in whom days shall be lengthen(ed)
even if my feet run so cold.
i am the man
that i am
for i do what i can
to be who i am.
patience is virtue
hope is not a curfew
dont get frighten when dem catch you
for dem nah go get you
no matter howsoever dem try to set you.
fall not from grace
and sing the praise
to the mighty grace
of the 'amazing grace'
how sweet thou sound
that bounce back on me,
but not to the ground.
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I've Done the Best I Can So You Can Do That Better
Beneath the tree
That falling leaves descended from,
I stand.
Thinking of the changes,
I have experienced being the man I am.
'She is now called 'Mama'!
Ma! Or Ms Mimmie'.
When she's with her children...
And grandchildren too!
And I look up above me to witness the branches.
The twigs!
And the wonder of the tree...
All of this ascends from!
'Matriarch she is! ', I think with no doubt.
And the birds, squirrels and all that come to visit,
Are always welcomed
And I wonder if anyone wonders...
'How can anyone disbelieve there is a God? '
How can this be done?
And by whom?
We all can't be vacant with a disconnected fate!
'Something' is planned by the doing in all of this!
'Something' is in control and knows everything that sits...
Within and 'out' of our midst.
'Something' about this most people miss.
'How can anyone disbelieve there is a God? '
And we are God's experiment!
And my 'sisters' were born to nourish the flourishment.
And I can see...
Looking at 'this' tree before me I inspect.
And 'It' observes...knowing!
Encouraging those after birth and going...
After growing up,
With a gentle toughness that is meant.
'I've done the best I can so you can do that better.'
Dedicated:
To my sister Andrea. Mim, Mimmie and MimmieD
'You have 'eight' grandchildren? EIGHT? How, Mimmie? '
Where was I when all of this happened?
And Tammy and Lisa? ? Naw. No way, yo?
You can 'not' be in your 'fffffffffffffaaug. Getting 'more'
mature. Geeeessshhh. HOW do you all get so much older
than me? Overnight it seems.
LOL
Love you,
Larry
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