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People Like You

If I had not shown you the way,
You would not know a way could be made.

Now that you have updated it,
You say my attempts had not been that great.
And with your efforts,
They have become greater.

And this you ensure is a cause for celebration!
With applause and no mention of me at all!

But...
That's what people like you do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Passion Comes To Sit

Deciding to walk alone on an unpaved road...
With a cautious pace starting slow,
To face a fear...
Makes for one unafraid of challenges,
All things believed...
Are possible to achieve,
When a passion comes to sit...
With a convincing conviction that will not quit.

Knowing that a stopping to dropp desires,
On a path unknown...
In not an option when a task has been chosen.
And in a mind kept focused...
Efforts with attempts made one day will be shown.
Especially if dreams are wished to touch,
The feeling of this is...
Until one's fingertips identifies the arrival of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An element of exaggeration clings to the popular judgment: great vices are made greater, great virtues greater also; interesting incidents are made more interesting, softer legends more soft.

quote by Walter Bagehot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Wish to Fill a Vacancy

How did I stop what?
Aging?
As Long as I live and breathe...
Doing 'that' by anyone today,
You can say is an impossibility.
However...
I have stopped seeking aggravation.
And sharing with others,
Headaches they could not wait
To dump updated complaints to relate.
I've stopped sitting to get return calls...
I placed to those,
Who had forgotten I had called at all.

I have made myself number one on my priority list.
And no longer dismiss my own happiness.
That is probably what you now see in me!
An attitude I don't hestitate to give and leave...
In a belief I should please others I care about,
Who have shown me they could care less...
If I am down and out.
Or mugged or mauled,
As I lay half dead on one knee as I crawled.

There is nothing like being shown,
Who has what or who on their minds and when!
That removes wrinkles and stops a frown,
From taking up residency on my face and skin!
And that is probably what you see.
An absence of that.
With no wish to fill a vacancy!

'I 'hope' God reminds me to just say 'hello'
The next time I bump into you.
Have a great day!
And 'who' should 'we' thank...
That you have no 'ego' in the way? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mutual Head Club

Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
Youre begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight
It's worse than you think
On your way home, you should have known
you never listen to me
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I cant say I blame you
but I wish that I could
Im sick of writing every song about you
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me

song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste

I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.

And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.

With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantastic friend

A good friend

For me
Friend is one
Whose intentions are transparent
And who behaves in a fashion
Not deviating dangerously
From my expectations

I have a friend
Matching well my above specifications
Who makes it clear to me
That he will never try to understand me

Any amount of my
Explaining him my stance
Has no meaning for him
He simply refuses to understand me
He will also not mince words while telling me
Please make no attempts
To make me understand
I am determined not to do that

This deportment of his
Is comfortable to me as
I enjoy accepting people as they are
With no great efforts made
To understand them
As it is my weighed belief that
I have not understood any thing so far

My great friend
Has also understood this
And demonstrates the confidence
That there will not be any time lost
In the fruitless unnecessary efforts of understanding

And so,
We, when stay together,
Enjoy the company of each other
And each second of our association
Is spent only to enjoy the presence of
A compatible companion to the other
With none posing to be leader of the situation
With none driving home a point
With no goals fixed
With no targets to be reached

Each second spent in his company is
Memorable and whenever I am left alone
I recall with pleasure
The painless pastime
I had with this great friend
On a previous occasion

Whenever he is with me
Each unit of time, say, second
Will stand before me
Ask me whether it can lapse
Leaving space for the
Next second

This great glamorous friend is
None other than my
Four year old grandson

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Such Activities

One day they are going to need,
Updated and refreshened explanations.
With a new set of excuses,
For their misguided deeds.

No one can repeatedly shot themself in the foot,
To hop around in self inflicted sorrow...
And blame others for criticizing their efforts.
Or not showing them support for consistently being,
Redundantly incompetent.
Although STUPID would be an appropriate word to use.

Loyalty begins to wear thin,
When those who follow such activities...
Are made to appear to be the bigger fools.
With the excusing of blatant ignorance,
As an element of routine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Others See Clearly

You went out of your way...
To have me appear to be a fool.
Gathered with your relatives and close friends...
And made sure you had them believe that too!
You remarked about my attempts,
And embellished them with criticisms meant.
Until you felt your actions sealed...
Me as a joke,
To provide your zest and zeal!

You went out of your way...
To have me appear to be a fool.
But I wonder today what your thoughts are now?
Since what you set out to prove...
Has made others see clearly,
Which one of us can be certified now...
To be that fool you saw,
Had to be obviously you!

Congratulations!
Your efforts have been duly noted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comeon! Agree With Me

I know I've been critical of my opponent,
With a wish from the beginning to see him fail.
And I know his attempts have been publicly presented.
While those I have made have yet to prevail.
But mentioning his failures adds a wind to my sail.

Comeon!
Agree with me.
Let us all demonize his efforts.
Okay?

And I know for many years,
I have made promises intended but did not exist.
But all I ask of you is to give me a chance,
To work on those promises...
With a hope in your minds they will become enhanced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afraid to Present Their Own

Those that have spent their time,
Discrediting others' efforts.
And wasting their lives,
Afraid to live their own...
Have shown one thing.
A need for an identity they have never known.
With a need to express from their hearts what's enjoyed!
And 'that' they have never shown!
Those that have spent their time...
Discrediting others' efforts.
And wasting their lives,
Afraid to present their own.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Will Admit They Knew

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

Forget that!

The unbearable days facing,
Those recently awakened...
Are traumatically dramatic.
With a hint that scents the air...
There is more of this to spare!

So much truth is out there now.
Remember the days when this was not allowed?
And those who dared to be honest out loud...
Had been declared negative.
And today their efforts should be spotlighted.
These folks should be applauded,
'Before' taking their bows!

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

And upon asking what they would do,
After going through what is known.
None will admit now,
They knew then what was coming.
Since they spent most of their time,
Ostracizing and shunning...
The ones they chased to noose to trees.
And dangling from a hanging.

While losing their breath...
Trying to get as many who were running,
Away...
To escape those blinded by lunacy.
Only updated today,
To put on display more of their craze!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax. Just Observe It For What It Is

Please.
Can you assist me?
'I will do the best I can.
What is it that you seek? '

I am trying to make some sense,
Out of what's going on.
Can you tell me where it is I can go,
To begin with my efforts?

'Oh.
I can tell you many places to go.
But.
The only suggestion I can give,
Is try not to make any attempts at all.
That's right.
Pretending to go along with whatever is going on,
Will be the best solution.
Just observe it for what it is.

Trying to stand out,
As one being accountable for your actions...
Is not a healthy way to live.
Afterall
Who would understand this?

And today
People are easily offended by anyone,
Making attempts to be responsible.
Relax.
Just observe it for what it is.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Existing to Amuse

We are the curiosity of nature.
An after-thought of the Earth's creation.
And amusing it,
With our conflicts.

We have been made to believe,
We are greater than we are.
Made to perceive...
We are more than dustmites.
With power great.
Because we can destroy as we please.
And premeditate it!

What we reflect is an experiment.
Controlled by greater spirits.
In other dimensions near us!

And in this reality we have named and called 'life'...
We are just figments,
Of a 'Supreme' imagination.
Existing to amuse!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mundane

The definition
Normal
Just a rendition
Of average life, boring enough to lull
You into a sleep of mediocrity
Settling for second or third best, because it's easy
Not having an opinion just being unstable and breezy
And silent like the wind... that's me
The kid that's just there and then
Then just gone, no more
Not something to abhor, but worse- unknown
Talent not shown
Intelligence, not shown
Character, not shown
Promise not shown
And stuck with mundane
Stuck without a chance to prove
Just who
I am, because of silence, because of pain
But one day I'll show them, who I am one day
In a world less fey
They'll see when silence doesn't suppress
The person inside
In that day when there's no reason to hide
But for now mundane
All my efforts in vain
But hoping for something more
Even for
Eternity

poem by David Knox
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No Greater Love

The angels can sing, but they don't know it all.
Heaven may have, streets made of gold,
But they don't have you like I have you to hold.
And like a prayer, you're everywhere!
That's how I know there's
No greater love!
When it's just you and me
That's how it's meant to be, and I know
There's no greater love!
We'll always be together,
On both sides of forever, I know
There's no greater love!
Ohhh Oh Oh
The touch of your fingers, on my skin,
I want to lay down beside you again.
The taste of your lips, pressed against mine,
Lost in this moment, way beyond time.
And like a prayer, you're everywhere!
That's how I know there's
No greater love!
When it's just you and me,
That's how it's meant to be, and I know
There's no greater love!
We'll always be together,
On both sides of forever I know
There's no greater love!
I would lay down my life for you,
And you would do the same for me,
I know it's true.
With every breath I breathe,
Baby, I believe,
There's no greater love!
When it's just you and me,
That's how it's meant to be and I know
There's no greater love!
We'll always be together,
On both sides of forever, I know
There's no greater love!
No greater love.

song performed by by Lonestar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Efforts

I'll not make
Any special
Efforts to
Please you

If you get
Pleased by my
Usual efforts
I'll thank my luck

If my efforts
Displease you
I'll say
Hard Luck
And wish you
‘Better Luck'
With someone else's
Efforts

Though I know
You'll not go
Anywhere
And still
Cling to me,
Expecting me
To please you
With more
Concerted efforts
As if your pleasure
Has always depended
On my special efforts!

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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What Game Show Is This?

Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?

Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?

Getting your misdeeds out of my sight,
Is nearly impossible these days.
You blocked your own path...
With thoughtlessness.
And for this...
You expect me to delay,
My desire to go my own way?
And for your mistakes...
I should pay?

What game show is this?
And why are you soliciting me to play?

Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?

Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?

You wish to have your realities filmed!
I am not seeking that kind of attention.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fatcats Are Back

You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.

Adorned with updated,
Sheepskins attached.
And with delivered 'empathy'.
How do you like that?

You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.

We've implemented a blockade,
To ensure your needs...
Will never see the light of day.
And from you they will fade.

Remember getting rid of us,
As we lined our pockets full?

Remember we reeked havoc...
To fool with deceit,
You ate with a lot of 'bull'?

And we watched you laughing,
At attempts to correct.
But you refused to research our activities...
To ensure your backs will never again be attacked.

You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.

Adorned with updated,
Sheepskins attached.
And with delivered 'empathy'.
How do you like that?

Fools.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Eyes Were Always Set Upon 'Home

I did not prepare and struggle,
To get to first base.
To stand and bask in adulation alone.
My eyes were always set upon 'home'.
With the hopes that someone there,
Wanted to see 'us' win.
Doing their best to allow that to happen.
And not just wish to swing at the wind,
To strike out.
Time and again.
Or foul everytime they came to the plate.
To dine on my efforts.
And await for that fate in anticipation.

If everyone does not participate.
Or values what it takes!
What is the point of my attempts,
To sneak back home?
Diving through obstacles.
With a chance to break a bone.
To only know,
What I've done I've done on my own.
And can do elsewhere.
With much more appreciation shown.
Even if I was directed to go back into the field,
By choice.
There would still be love to produce for others.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Displays Of Diversity

They insist they wish more displays,
Of diversity.
And less racism expressed.
To move forward their policies of democracy.

And yet with their attempts with incompetence made...
They find themselves disqualified.
Since in a suburbanite isolation...
Is the only progress shown they have ever made.

With feelings they know best,
How to save and protect their own interests!
And yet...
They insist they wish more displays of diversity!
As long as there are more of them...
And fewer minorities!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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