Outdated Praise
My experiences seem to peak...
When treated,
With the fresh flowing...
Of creativity at its birth.
Arriving on Earth from the unknown.
For redundant examinations!
To expose myself to repeated visits,
With wishes to be affected,
As expected...
By those who make attempts,
To re-invent an exposed fresh flow.
Is for me too conforming.
With a 'boring' done and shown!
It for me is like trying to find new ways,
To tie shoes...
I've known have worn out.
And doing my best to develop an interest,
In the activity.
Although they may comfort my steps,
When I walk about.
The wear and tear is there to express this!
My need to be excited by innovation,
Is not comprehended by those...
Seeking to authorize a familiarity!
To eventually announce an acceptance,
With outdated praise.
To those subjected to limited vision...
This is okay.
Who am I to say it isn't?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Methods To Replace Old Concepts
As a performing artist,
One takes artistic risks.
That's the nature of the field.
And creativity can not be restricted.
Those who believe,
There should be censorship...
Only limit their own experiences,
Not those who are chosen and born to do this.
If nature was confined,
To a definition in one's mind.
There would be no growth at all.
And the Earth would not be of God's design.
Constantly evolving in new directions to find...
The unknown to discover fresh expressions,
With methods to replace old concepts.
As a performing artist,
One takes artistic risks.
That's the nature of the field.
And creativity can not be restricted.
Those who believe,
There should be censorship...
Only limit their own experiences,
Not those who are chosen and born to do this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soon There Will Be Love
Soon there will be love...
When it comes.
And this will affect everyone,
Under the Sun.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
Self examinations done is what we need.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
Self examinations done is what we need.
Soon there will be love...
When it comes.
And this will affect everyone,
Under the Sun.
And...
Soon there will be love...
When it comes.
And this will affect everyone,
Under the Sun.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
When it's done.
Self examinations done is what we need.
When that comes.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
When it's done.
Self examinations done...
Must be heeded since it's needed.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
When it's done.
Self examinations done is what we need.
When that comes.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
When it's done.
Self examinations done...
Must be heeded since it's needed.
To be freed of miseries.
And,
Soon there will be love...
When it comes.
And this will affect everyone,
Under the Sun.
Soon there will be love...
When it comes.
And this will affect everyone,
Under the Sun.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
When it's done.
Self examinations done is what we need.
When that comes.
Self examinations will make this so easy.
When it's done.
Self examinations done...
Must be heeded since it's needed.
As soon as we admit it!
Commit and benefit.
As soon as we admit it!
Commit and benefit.
Commit and benefit...
And it's done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who hits is hit also
What I felt when I was treated low
By someone on account of my birth
Is squared when I treated someone low
On account of his birth still lower.
Sin done to someone is cancelled
By the sin committed by him.
26.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Take Your Eyes Off Of My Treasured Space
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
Hopefully with less curiousity...
As to what your decorating additions will be.
There will be none.
I have all the fun I've had,
Doing what you see myself.
And in the doing of it,
Was one of the best experiences I've had!
Enjoyed with no one else.
It was such a selfish joy!
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
With an understood appreciation...
How glad I was to have you visit with me.
But you staying here is out of the question!
Although the time together,
Was enjoyable and well spent.
Give my regards to 'old' Broadway.
And other streets on which we played.
Back in the 'day'.!
There is nothing like a peace of mind,
I can find in any room I choose!
The air is fresh and absent of attitudes.
Sometimes just to sit in silence,
Energizes me with motivation.
Give me a call.
Maybe one day we can do lunch.
And exchange more of our fantasies!
While reminiscing as we munch,
And free from any temptation to aggravate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peak
Peak is here
Peak is there
Go here go there
Go anywhere
and find peak
only peak.
Reach peak
find chick
with chic
be chief.
Chirp, chirp
keep, keep.
Where is peak
where is peak
It is only you
who can pick peak.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Monsoon at peak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Monsoon at peak
I hear a monologue-
Rain speaks…
Monsoon at peak,
Thatched roofs
Leak…
Monsoon at peak,
Corn on cob
Wins over coffee…
Monsoon at peak,
Can I go out, mother?
A child pleads…
Monsoon at peak,
A boy steals a look
At a girl soaked to skin…
Monsoon at peak,
Roads flooded,
Where is MCD?
Monsoon at peak,
Umbrellas
New fashion accessory…
Monsoon at peak,
Sun gets much needed
Rest…
Monsoon at peak,
Bathes
Foliage and trees.
Monsoon at peak
Schools closed
Children squeal,
Wish, it rains
Everyday of the week…
Monsoon at peak,
Leave your shoes at the door-
Mother screams…
Monsoon at peak,
Driver stops
To wipe the wind shield…
Monsoon at peak,
Open pavements
Home to many,
Wear deserted look …
Monsoon at peak,
Wet laundry-
Sun rise, please.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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To visit templesTo visit temples
I visit temples and conduct rites
More to please the priest than the deities.
I visit temples and do sacrifices
More to bribe the God than cleanse myself.
I visit temples and do worships
More to fake being pious than be so.
I visit temples and give offerings
To make clean myself of sins for fresh ones.
18.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A moment in time! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Summer at peak;
a young man
in a white singlet.
Summer at peak;
a young girl
in short sleeves.
Summer at peak;
A child licks
Ice cream.
Summer at peak;
an infant
On inhaler.
Summer at peak;
A young couple
Cosy in cinema hall seats.
Summer at peak;
A vendor
Sells lime water.
Summer at peak;
Gulmohar petals
lie limp on grass.
Summer at peak;
Dust haze,
Road rage.
Summer at peak;
beads of sweat
slide on lips.
Summer at peak,
Street wars,
Blame it on heat.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Fresh Baby's Breath
The boldest moves to take,
Are those one makes...
To shake away from the past.
And divorcing from it quick!
The faster that is done,
An invited switch for a new beginning comes.
And a space that can be cleared to place...
The floral arrangement,
Of fresh baby's breath arriving.
A reminder...
For the one who commits.
With an intention,
For this kind of 'marriage' to last!
And welcoming the birth of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creativity is a great motivator because it makes people interested in what they are doing. Creativity gives hope that there can be a worthwhile idea. Creativity gives the possibility of some sort of achievement to everyone. Creativity makes life more fun and more interesting.
quote by Edward de Bono
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I have been made redundant before and it is a terrible blow; redundant is a rotten word because it makes you think you are useless.
quote by Billy Connolly
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Let Us Go Mad And Be Happy
Let us go mad and we will be happy,
We shall go to the streets and we shall be the lords of the crowds.
Let us go mad but if you all can come along with me.
We are to tell the world what have I once.
In the peak of my sense I told the world
About the rights and the wrongs
But it laughed at me at my very face
And now I am bent upon treading the other path.
Go mad if you wish and dare
You will reap the harvest of laughter
Tell the world in your peak of folly
About the wronged rights and the righted wrongs.
The street is waiting for another spell of utterances
That mark the dawn of civilization unknown hitherto.
Let us go mad and speak out the things
Till the Sun begins to go round the Earth.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Deodorant
Shampoo and deodorant,
The arcade and the pizza parlour;
Being merciful to him and her,
But it all came to pass! !
Do not worry about it,
For he or she does it all the time;
And your whisper is like a shock to me.
Flowing tap,
Flowing water,
Flowing stream,
Flowing river;
Elegance to the muse of your love,
But the heavens and the earth are watching us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In a Duplicitous Existence
One's creativity felt with depthness,
Is not from birth born...
To generate repeated dishonesty.
As if from an assembly line produced...
And marketed to exploit.
With a false annointment.
It seems those who seek notoriety,
Are not connected to originality at all.
They've become afflicted with plagiaristic deeds.
Feeding a hollowness with a hope to succeed,
In a duplicitous existence.
As if a fixation with this makes the difference.
To make claims one is attached,
With that which is understood...
From origins inside of them to match,
Belies what is exposed.
These folks only know what to them has been shown.
And then with a defacing...
They wish to get acknowledgement for 'their' greatness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Feeling At 1: 04am,27/11/10
A night of mares
A night of many stares
A night when you appear hopeless
A night you seem helpless
A night you stand to be hapless
When you are treated like a dog
Noisy and best only in barking
When you are treated like a frog
Assummed cold blooded and best only in frowning
When you are treated like a log
Lifeless and best only in sleeping without a feeling
When you are treated like a criminal in the synagogue
Ruthlessly and left decaying
When you are treated myopic as if in fog
half blind and short of seeing
When you are treated as one who can only jog
slow and lame in running
When you are treated like a bog
With no respect, dirty and best only for waste disposing
When you are treated like a dog, a frog, a log, a bog
Will you stop doubting
Will you be a healthy person to be living?
poem by Julius Lenjatin
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Performance art is the ultimate in creativity. Since it has so many possibilities at creativity, it's essence tends to become creativity.
quote by Jack Bowman
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The Once Grassy Plain
Not electric
by this aged rock
solid against the waves
of the lake.
The smoke rises
above the city,
but I remain noncommital
breathing shallow, thoughtlessly
concentrating on the passion
of a recent lover
unknown to the hazy sunlight
in my eyes.
Fresh concrete poured
to fill in the spaces and cracks
that expose the surface
of being alone
on the once grassy plain.
poem by Gary Winkel
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That Is What A Kept Faith Does
After one has become accustomed,
To experience repeated attempts to reach peaks...
From cloud covered and mist strewn valleys,
Of course there is going to be some bragging...
When that brightness of a peak is reached.
Regardless of one's scars and bruised knees.
Or the pettiness of distant voices heard.
One's repeated attempts to reach peaks,
Develops a capability...
To even ignore pain.
That is what a kept faith does!
Especially if one is devoted and focused,
To accomplish heights,
That appear to beckon those who dare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To What Do I Aspire?
The world around is wonder
Beauty to incite the heart to ponder
Do we not know life until we have known fresh death?
Am I forever to play the fool?
To what do I aspire?
Simply to respire.
To live and give anew
Fresh love from the garden thriving
So slow is paradise arriving.
poem by David Lacey
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