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Others Are So Resilient

There are those,
Who have made the riding of waves...
Through opposing winds appear to others brave.
And look to be as if a breeze and extremely easy.
Although they may be afraid of storms wherever they go,
Only they know what is felt and does not to others show.

While others are so resilient,
Yes!
They make it seem as if toiling through obstacles,
Had been a talent they had been born to do.
And to seem to recover unaffected too.
Like a pampered prized and nurtured rose.

And then there are those who seek attention,
When seasons change in known changing climates.
And clouds bestow upon them warm Summer rain.
While the expectations of Winter bring with it the falling of snow,
There are actually those who are heard sobbing,
As if to make any adjustments for them too unbearable.

Yes...
There are those who are so resilient...
They make it seem as if toiling through obstacles,
Had been a talent they had been born to do.
And to seem to recover emotionally unaffected too.
Like a pampered prized and nurtured rose.

And there are many who are heard crying constantly,
Hoping someone comes to help them off their knees...
From a temporary fall they want others to see.
To smother them with empathy.
And a silencing done of their pleas immediately.
As if to appease them like spoiled babies.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected

there never seems to be, because what i believe, a moment i'm not trying
to show them who i am, why can't they understand the things that
they're denying?
they're denying...
so what should i do, just lay next to you as though i'm unaffected?
and who should i be when they're judging me as though i'm unaffected?
a chance they'd never give to ever want to live the life that i am made of
theres nothing left to prove, my heart's forever true, what is it they're
afraid of?
afraid of....
so what should i do, just lay next to you as though i'm unaffected?
and who should i be when they're judging me as though i'm unaffected?
before they even saw my face they knew that i was not the same
and decided i was not the one for you, for you...
so what should i do? i'm not unaffected
and who should i be? i'm not unaffected
so what should i do, just lay next to you as though i'm unaffected?
and who should i be when they're judging me as though i'm unaffected?
unaffected.......

song performed by by Hoobastank
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On Paths With Cracks

Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
Or raised like prized roses...
Away from those who bloomed,
Among the killing weeds.

Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches.
Provided by sympathizers...
Who protected them from realities.

On paths with cracks,
With a stumbling done...
I've seen some do this.
And of course,
I was one!

On paths with cracks,
With no guide to lead.
Faith and courage...
Lifted those I knew from their knees.

Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches...
On paths with cracks.
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
And that's a fact.

When a standing was done,
From a fall one made...
There was little time to give to weep.
And empathy shown was little to none.
Since those I knew...
Were focused to get things done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet- Talents

Talent is something that none can erase;
It is always a God-given rich gift;
If you can nurture and become an ace,
None can prevent God's impending huge lift.

Talent is something that's hidden in you;
Within you search and 'twill come out quite true;
God rewards this way for righteousness too,
Never to many but to people few.

Talent is something all must bring it out,
To show the world that God is pleased with us;
It is God's blessing, without any doubt;
Then labour and nurture without great fuss.
Talent if nurtured, gives us happiness;
'Tis not something to keep in much harness.

poem by John Celes
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Everybody Is Very Best In Something

Everybody is born with a special talent,
So don't give up your dreams so easily;
Like a talent from above to fulfil a message.
Everybody is born with a gift,
And our life-sytle lies in our own hands;
For everybody has a purpose on this earth too.
Everybody is very best in something,
So we must be ready to exhibit our various talents;
Knowing that, everybody is very best at something.
Nobody on this earth is born useless,
So pick up your mantle and make a change to all;
Like the 'munite-man' to show off his stuff.
So show your talents to the world,
And show your identity to us all;
For everybody is very best at something.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Seasons

Enjoying the walk, with no talk
the air so crisp, the breeze so light
the sun so bright
the leaves are changing, falling in range
the animals storing for a cold winter night
the coats are hanging, will be changing
the seasons are changing so rapidly
where did the summer go
the fall so beautiful, the sunsets so breathless
the rain so cold, the clouds so gray
changing to snow, and growing
waiting for spring to bring
the green and the dream
of beautiful flowers and the gift of life
to the season change
but we love the changes of all
circle of nature, the beauty it brings
for all to sing, giving me spring

poem by Michael Peterson
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Prized As A Talent

Trying to initiate motivation,
In an adult uninspired.
And believes procrastination is a blessing,
And prized as a talent...
Only the chosen are born not to depart with.
Can be compared to being hired to teach children,
To ignore the use of curse words...
They have heard from their parents since birth.
As their parents make claims,
Their children have been influenced...
By hoodlums who walk the streets,
In their neighborhood.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winter Rose/love Awake

All through the summer I have followed you around
Bringing a rose for the winter thats coming
Now the snow is on the ground.
Winter rose. winter rose.
Shine your light in the air.
Winter rose. winter rose.
Skine your light everywhere.
Love awake. toll the bell.
Tell the world how glad you are.
Love awake to the day
When we can make our love awake.
Lord knows we need it any time we can get it.
But if we forget it every now and then.
But if you dont feel it, later on youll regret it.
And if we let it we could set it free, you and me.
Love awake. tone the bell.
Tell the world how glad you are.
Love awake to the day
When we can make our love awake.
Snowfalls in the winter,
Spring brings the rain.
But its never to long before the summer comes again.
It always comes again!
Love awake.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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My Choice, Will Heaven Complain?

If heaven will complain
I don't know,
Endowed so much i am.

My many talents and outfits
Passions me in confusion
Stirring me to see as destiny.
But talent i know is not destiny
Talent, gift of nature nurtured by environ
Destiny, gift of nature nurtured by divinity.
Hands can thwart talent, but
The tick tack of clock even stop
Can't thwart destiny
No matter the weather.
It is inborn, you, yourself, yoursoul.

I don't care if family complain
For my choice,
But i don't know
If heaven will complain.

poem by Mcanthony C. Nwatu
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An Ordinary Summer Evening

On a temperate summer evening
am walking lonely under the vast horizon.
Hither and thither patches of clouds,
creating shapes like dwarfs and elves.
Soothing, gentle breeze flowing
breeze so soft as a new-born baby
kissing bare feet, wrist and palm.
Crows are taking homewards flight: a warm retreat,
the day must have be an auspicious one.
Clouds are now evenly spread-
not a trace of single break-
covered with azure tints and shades.
Tip-toe, tip-toe rain drizzles
a merry rain: rain that brings loss to none
Oh rain! Oh breeze!
Do touch my soul
Do touch my heart
The weather there is cold and numb
Winter there is not yet gone
Make the weather inside warm

Weather is not what you see outside
It is what you feel inside

poem by Gul Naz
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Earned From Lessons Learned

I was not born to be dependent.
And used because of it.
I spent most of my life,
Being of assistance.
Since waiting for an exchange to be done...
Others resisted.
Or so it seemed.

I've laid on my back,
With several illnesses to recover.
And I can not recall,
Being pampered with love.
Or smothered by another.

So if it seems I am more direct than most.
It is not that I am unconcerned.
I've learned from my own experiences...
That my happiness depends on me.
And any success achieved by my efforts...
I know every bit of it has been deserved.
Every aspect has been blessed.
And all of it has been earned from lessons learned.

If there is any arrogance you may now detect...
You had not witnessed those obstacles I removed.
Nor those I regard now as fools.
As they chose to sling mud on my footsteps.

Am I still embittered by this?
Of course.

I am not that self involved to realize challenges remain.
And continue to exist.
Each one I meet and struggle to defeat...
Leaves me more humbled to reveal,
That side of me that can be tender and sweet.
After I've removed the sweat,
Underneath the armor!
That has protected me in battle.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God By Chance

by the grace of almighty
I have got this quality
to show my talent
to make everyone silent

I have God with myself
you may or may not belief
you may call it by chance
after giving a huge glance

talent is grown and shown
someone gets it by born
but I have to get it earn
as I had no scope to turn

God is not a treasure
with whom you are sure
that you have Him always
but it is God who plays

poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Babies

Babies being born every day
In a world where theres so much to discover
All the babies crying out from the womb
Not much room, can I come out mother?
Mama, can you hear me call?
Dont drop me now
cos its a long way to fall
Mama, I can hear all the sounds
Outside its like a battleground
And Im afraid to fall down
Into the great big nowhere
Papas had a skin full of beer
Mama, dont let him into here
Baby, baby
Babies being born
Different hormones and genes
Theres so many of us out there
How was I conceived
Was it love, was I meant
Or was I just an accident
Mama, what I sense from outside
Its a world full of fear
And theres nowhere to hide
Mama, I feel safe between these walls
And Im so scared of heights
And its a long way to fall
Into the great big nowhere
Maybe papas getting pressure from his peers
Are you straight, are you queer
So he made me, baby
Babies being born, some are rich, some are poor
But theyre innocent and unprepared
Little girls and boys, didnt ask to be born
But theyre always popping out there
Falling into the great big nowhere
Mama, I know that once upon a time
You and papa were rich
When you were both in your prime
Mama, now you got the pains
And I know its nearly time
But I dont want to join the crowd
I see standing in line
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Babies being induced, no excuse, whats the use
So theyre always popping out there
Babies didnt wanna be born
Ill equipped, running loose
But theyre innocent and unprepared
Mama, now you are showing all the signs
But is your world upside-down
On its head just like mine
Mama, now your ambition is mine
Dont make me over
Achieve too much in my time
Oh mama, please dont make me climb
Mama

song performed by by Kinks
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Infatuation

Infatuation is a temporary
emotion. It is ever fleeting,
as a cloud drifting by

As if a tree developing buds.
Their green leaves turn gold,
then brown, finially a wind
blowing them to the ground.
As they lay there, they
return to the earth and they
are gone.

They are ever changing like the
seasons, warm, hot, cool, and
cold.
Cool in Spring, warming up for
the Summer heat and passion.
But as the cool winds of Autumn
begin to blow, they tend to cool
and prepare for the icy chills
of Winter.

So like a lady changing her
attire. Putting on and taking
off her make-up. Ever changing,
so like infatuation

poem by Heather Burns
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(Rose poems) A rose In a raging Flood

A rose in a raging current cries
Out to love and kindness to be saved
The raging flood catches her and crashes
Her without pity on the sharp edged rocks
And waits in glee for the rose of tenderness
To lose her faith to wilt to bleed to die
But by the love of the mercy of God and
The miracle of Faith the rose caught in
The angry tempest of the tremendous torrent
Rises up majestically and dares the huge
Obstacles arraigned against her to test her
Unshakable belief in the power of love and
Kindness or retreat in humiliated defeat
The rose caught in the raging whirlwind pulls
Herself up many times after each bold attempt
Is made to crush her against the steep hanging
Cliffs and she refuses to die in the degradation
Of the humiliating dirt of the unclean mud
Oh send your prayers to the Heaven that protects
The brave rose that refused to surrender to the
Huge obstacles placed in her way and did not die
Pray for the soul of the valiant little rose and
God will bless you and your own love life
Will blossom and will not wilt and bleed and die
Send your happy sympathies and joyous celebrations
And beautiful flowers to the rose that refused to
Give up when all seemed futile and hopeless and
The spirit of the brave rose shall seep into your
Soul and fortify your spirit and make you strong

poem by Ngaka Motaung
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A Rose For All Seasons

A Rose For All Seasons
Date: January 15,2012

This I compare to the raging vein
When spring gives birth to renewing rain
For never was a bloom so rare
As the golden treasures growing there
For soon the summer skies burn down
Yet still the blush, comes furling round
The cardinals’ cage alive, entwined
By a single rose, from thorn-less vine
A breath and then the summer slows
The bud inside the cage still grows
Though winds rise up to bring a change
For autumn’s hues to rearrange
Yet, in the caverns waning light
The embers glow to warm the night
No frost or snow could fail or fade
This ever growing serenade
For love plants deep the tender seed
A winter bloom that waits for spring

poem by Leria Hawkins
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Changing Of The Seasons

Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'
There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me
And I'm bound for the changing of the seasons
Oh it's blowin' in Chicago and it's snowin' up in Maine
And the Islands to the south are warm and sunny
And I've got to feel the earth shake and I gotta feel the rain
And I've got to know a taste of more than honey

So don't ask me where I'm goin' or how long I'm gonna be away
Don't make me give you all the hollow reasons
I'll think of you like summer and I might be back some day
When my heart miss the changing of the seasons
Oh it's blowin' in Chicago...
[ guitar ]
Oh it's nothing that you said and it ain't nothing that you done
And I wish I could explain you why I'm leavin'
But there's some men need the winter and there's some men need the sun
And there's some men need the changing of the seasons
Yeah it's blowin' in Chicago...

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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First rose

A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.

A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.

And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.

She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Weather Reporst Suite Part I

Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die.
The answer came; the wind and rain.
Golden hills, now veiled in grey, Summer leaves have blown away
Now what remains? The wind and rain.
And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings, Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky, Flowing,
Flowing 'til the waters all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.
Circle songs and sands of time, and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
and little change, the wind and rain.
And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing, Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing, Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.
Winter grey and falling rain, we'll see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain, Summers fade and roses die,
You'll see summer come again, Like a song that's born to soar the sky

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Weather Report Suite Part 1

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Weather Report Suite

Winter rain, now tell me why, summers fade, and roses die.
The answer came; the wind and rain.
Golden hills, now veiled in gray, summer leaves have blown away
Now what remains? the wind and rain.
And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings, knowing,
Like a song thats born to soar the sky, flowing,
Flowing til the waters all are dry, growing, the loving in her eyes.
Circle songs and sands of time, and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
And little change, the wind and rain.
And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing, like a song thats born to soar the sky,
Flowing, flowing til the rivers all are dry, growing, the loving in her eyes.
Winter gray and falling rain, well see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain, summers fade and roses die,
Youll see summer come again, like a song thats born to soar the sky.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Others Are So Resilient

Related quotes

Unaffected

On Paths With Cracks

Sonnet- Talents

Everybody Is Very Best In Something

Seasons

Prized As A Talent

Winter Rose/love Awake

My Choice, Will Heaven Complain?

An Ordinary Summer Evening

Earned From Lessons Learned

God By Chance

Babies

Infatuation

(Rose poems) A rose In a raging Flood

A Rose For All Seasons

Changing Of The Seasons

First rose

Weather Reporst Suite Part I

Weather Report Suite Part 1

Weather Report Suite

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