Pictures To Paint Of Unforeseeable Dangers
I am living my life,
To climb impossible heights.
Or as far as I can reach...
Before a lesson comes to be taught,
With an experience itself that teaches.
Creatures hiding in the shadows,
To strike from cracks...
I have already met after wetting myself.
I am not here to remain in negotiations,
With anyone in debate to create my delay...
With pictures to paint of unforeseeable dangers.
Or goblins and ghosts with other fears to host.
My footsteps are placed firmly on a path.
I know that now as well as from my past,
I'd be facing my choice of direction...
Alone! And,
Maybe just a 'little' familiar with shaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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False Prophet
Paths cross and cross again.
Sometimes it can't be avoided.
Sometimes their are people out that would like see nothing less then you to suffer.
Whether it is or isn't a delay.
I can not say for I do not predict of upcoming unforeseeable dangers.
I prefer philosophy over fear.
With a lesson to adhere.
In till it is tried and proven.
One can not and will not know unless some insight be given.
Theory to fact.
A puzzle in which to react.
Another thumb tact makes it into the bulletin board.
A picture on a postcard with a score.
How did you do?
Probably not as you thought you would.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Beyond Fears and Pain (In Memory of Steve Jobs-R.I.P.)
A new day has been given to me
By the Mighty One above
To refill my life with faith and hope
And reach the path of wisdom.
Mistakes- like ice cubes melt-
Enforced by an ocean of fears,
The fears that forced me
To find refuge in a cold loneliness,
This took meaning in my then, reality…
The wind of changes headed my way,
Magically touching my life!
Love and Peace disowned the fears
That was trapping me for so long!
The light was there,
At the end of the tunnel
And I have no other choice
But to move very fast with no time left
To reach that ultimate goal!
While facing adversities along the way!
Courageously, I tore down those walls,
They were suffocating me
With agony and pain! ..
Once free, like the wind,
I was able to rebuild my life
With a sharp projection-
An ideal cast in bronze upon my mind
Like a divine sculpture-
Classic-forever lasting…
The perfect image of a new horizon,
Presented to me as a priceless award
For my bravery in fighting fears,
Burying my turbulent past
And moving on graciously in life,
I was blessed with
Love and Peace for always!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Park Bench
Sitting on a park bench
in an old favourite haunt,
reflections of the past drift
by on origamic clouds in the blue.
Stripping back the years
to fragmented pictures of a time so far away.
Dewdrops on petals sparkle
under a morning sunrise
as waking creatures scamper
across the plains of Solomon's heights
where mushrooms create
fairy circles in the shade.
Captured by the moments
time slowly slips away
into the partitions of yesterday
when young lives knew
no boundaries they could not reach
in their quest for heavenly love.
Pictures of youth sail past
in momentary glimpses
as years entangled with the fury
within responsibilities reaches
and age wears on the body from youth to old.
As still above us the sky remain solitary.
The sea moves on its solitary quests
as our frowns grow deeper on our foreheads,
and still lies a park bench holding
in all the raptures of the young and old
who sat upon it to ponder for a while
on the thoughts of their lives.
25 October 2012
poem by David Harris
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My Life in the bush of Ghosts (reprise)
Down the bush path
I came running down my hut
I have a pot of food
But what do I do with food
When I have no appetite
And why does life seem
To leave me so soon
.
After a few decades in life
I find my soul roaming
Aimlessly in the bush
Of ghosts, when I wasn't
Really dead.
I never believed in ghosts
Until I saw a ghost
And now, I am to be host
To a host of ghosts
In the bush of ghosts
Which I, myself have not
Come to understand
.
Things do change with time
,
I have worked very hard
To be among those who feel life
But yet, life seem to be
Very far away from me
I have said to myself
When I see life, I will grab life
With both hands
But I will not steal another
Mans life to have life
I will not bring sadness
To another to have life
I will not deceive another man
To have life
I will not seek life through the back door
For what do I gain if I
Bring sorrow to others
To gain life for my self
And what do i do with life
If life I seek to find
Will not stay with me.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Seldom Asked
A horse familiar with pulling a cart,
Doesn't have to be taught...
What that experience is like.
Or is in need to have details of scenes,
Described by those riding in the cart...
As the horse pulls.
A horse familiar with pulling a cart,
Doesn't have to be taught...
What that experience is like.
A horse familiar with pulling a cart...
Is seldom asked,
About anything the horse knows and has seen...
On a path that is daily traveled.
Those in the cart,
Seldom repeat the ride.
And few, if any...
Know what it is like to pull their own weight,
And others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charmed Into It
If there is 'anything' I've learned,
As I continue to live my life...
With widened eyes and healed knees.
And...
With ears alerted like a bat radared for life.
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
Nor will I be charmed into it!
Michael Jackson took a few steps backward,
And called that 'moonwalking'.
When I did it,
I called it regret!
I discovered a repetition of that,
Cause me much sorrow!
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's lesson!
Life's lesson, always changing not the same,
Sometimes hard, Sometimes easy,
Sometimes confusing, Sometimes daunting,
Theories of life's lessons,
Lighthouse in the sea shore,
It is always flicking and hiding,
Why do we learn through our own experience?
After many hours and years of research,
Theories are derived and approved.
Though it is wrong or right,
Why are we interested in learning,
Though our own experience?
The fire is hot; still want to touch it,
The volcanoes spewing, still want to dive into it,
Though the Arrival of tsunami is visible,
Not run opposite, but run towards it,
Why do we like to learn the life's lesson,
Through our own bad experience?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Life unbelievable
Life is a circle,
Life is a miracle,
Life is challenge
It is strength dependent,
Life is a rotation
That comes back with some kind of production,
It teaches you addition
But sometimes rewards you deduction,
It is bigger than the bigest mountain
That when you climb up there you feel the pain
But when you come again you feel the rain,
Life laying living longing for the latest lamboghin,
Life so desperate to destroy and diminish the devil
Demon diabolic dilemmas,
Life is so confusing that no one can have a prediction
But can only have education,
And with my quotation: life from monday to sunday
Must be like life from oneday to dream day,
Life with gratitude
That it describes a fellow man's attitude,
Turning, tumbling tremendously that Tom and Tim
Do not tend to tenaciously talk to the tenants for the take.
Life so huge and great
That no one can rate
But can only debate,
And only G.O.D can re-create.
Life so wonderful,
Life incredible,
Life unpredictable,
Life unbelievable!
poem by Thando Mashinini
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I've Got To Reach
I've got to reach.
Waiting around until a wilting begins,
From a blooming done...
Is a welcome I've noticed,
By those who have retired...
To witness their own expirations.
I can not imagine living a life,
Without desired expectations.
Or motivated by any aspirations.
I've got to reach.
There is something learned I am taught everyday.
In adventures experienced by a vulnerability,
I have managed to keep.
Curiosity is an asset,
For one with faith kept in a trust to believe.
And I know I've got to reach for heights,
Until the breath from me leaves.
I've got to reach, explore and visit more of this life lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever The Experience Teaches
You be proud.
Don't let those doubts sit,
Inside of you with ease.
Nor should you allow excuses,
To rule your life as a cosmetic disguise.
Refuse to fear unknown adventures.
You be proud...
Whatever the experience teaches.
Reach to learn and earn your happiness.
That is the only way,
You will come to recognize it!
You be proud...
Whatever the experience teaches!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Following In Your Footsteps
(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Some folk leave courage,
Some folk leave you hope
Why am I out here hangin
Like a fool at the end o my rope
Some folk leave you wisdom,
Some folk leave you signs
You can never be sure
What went on before
Life is just a matter of time
Picture of you,
Clouding my view
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to make some sense of it all
Maybe its a sign of weakness,
But thats where my footsteps fall
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to hang on to your dreams
You never got what you wanted
So I never got what I need
Im following in your footsteps,
cos thats where the footsteps lead
Someone must have given me anger,
Someone must have given me hate
Or why would I stand here shakin,
When theres so many chances to take
Pictures of you,
Climb into view
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to make some sense of it all
Maybe its a sign of weakness,
But thats where my footsteps fall
Im following in your footsteps,
Watchin my children grow
Theyre following in my footsteps
Takin it on the road
Were following in your footsteps
cos thats where the footsteps go
Were following in your footsteps, yeah
cos thats where your footsteps go
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Creatures Of The Night
Searching in the darkness
Running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow
Nothing left to say
Victims of the moment
Future deep in doubt
Living in a whisper
'Til we start to shout
[Chorus]
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
Breathing in the madness
Spitting out the lies
Searching for an answer
Keep your alibis
Don't know where we're goin'
Just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve
The losers always win
[Chorus]
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
[Solo]
Searching in the darkness
Running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow
Nothing left to say
Gathering up our courage
Ready for the fight
Howling in the shadows
'Til we start to bite
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
song performed by by Iced Earth
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To Settle For A Withering
The rising of a higher consciousness,
Has already begun.
Some in conflict opposing this...
Still drift between the shadows,
Of darkness and light that exists.
Dwelling on the past,
Of how things had been...
Leaves one on the path of destruction,
And chaos...
For them that will not end.
An acceptance of limitation,
Saddens a heart seeking more from life.
With a covering that smothers change,
That reduces one's blooming...
To settle for a withering caused by strife.
And no life is lived not to climb to mental heights.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paradise... is something else
You don't have to die to visit the luxury of paradise;
Similarly, you don't have to close forever your eyes,
To experience the miseries, or to feel the fire of hell.
Contrary to ordinary beliefs, you are in total control
Of your destiny. If you keep on ringing the right bell,
And following the correct path, you shall protect your soul.
You can create your own hell, or your own paradise,
By rocking too hard or rolling too slow the imaginary dice.
Modesty and moderation are the keys to reach your goal.
You don't have to die to experience the beauty of paradise.
You can create your own heaven; you are always in total control.
You can create your own hell, by selling too cheap your soul.
Paradise is not what you think it is; it is something else.
Hell, on the other hand, is exactly what you think it is.
It is not doing what you ought to do, it is the ease.
It is the convenience to destroy yourself and others.
You always have a choice to either follow the chief or the soldiers.
Paradise is not what you think it is; it is something else.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.
quote by Tom Bodett
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Realms Of Darkness
Within the realms of darkness,
our nightmares stalk us
to haunt our mortal fears
in the hours we are awake.
They prey upon our fears
from the shadows of our mind.
Hiding in alleyways
that we leave behind
their footsteps can be heard
following close behind
as we traverse a new day.
Keeping us looking over our shoulder
ever watchful for what’s behind.
Even in the safety of love’s heart,
we look uneasily around
for within the realms of darkness
our nightmares compound
to haunt us there
as they spy on us
from the shadows everywhere.
14 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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This Desirable Mansion
THE long white windows blankly stare
Across the sodden, tangled grass,
Weed-covered are the pathways where
No footsteps ever pass;
No whispers wake, no kisses die,
No laughter thrills the dwindling flowers,
Only the night hears sigh on sigh
From ghosts of long-dead hours.
None come here now to laugh or weep;
The spider spins on stair and hall,
And round the windows shadows creep,
And loathly creatures crawl.
Cold is the hearth; the door is fast;
No guest the silent threshold sees
Save ghosts out of the happy past,--
And one who is as these.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Lords Path
there is a choice that i must make
of which path that i should take.
i was shown the path that leads
to my death and destruction.
but! i must teach my fellow man
the life of a new construction.
the life of following the LORDS word
so it can be taught and heard.
seeing the path which ahead lies.
do i continue and give it a try?
is my faith strong enough
for this path is mighty tough.
so here i stand with choice in hand.
do i help my fellow man?
do i give up my life so that the
world could be free and follow this destiny?
or do i forget my fellow mans needs
of which my LORD had planted this seed.
this is the choice that HE has given to me.
to follow him so that other men could lead.
to lead mankind to the path of light
and be able to see all the LORDS might.
and now this question i propose to you
if you was me what would you do?
(we all know the choice he made, for our salvation)
poem by Louis Rams
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Intimate Since We Met
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And intimate since we met.
A magnetic attraction we cemented.
First with our eyes,
Then to our surprise we kissed.
Feeling that tingle between us,
With a need to be together...
To explore more of it!
And we have been intimate,
Since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it!
To experience this without regret.
So blessed we are,
To share this added spice.
That increases in our happiness,
Each of us knew.
But did not expect...
Could reach and climb to further heights.
None that we dreamed of.
Or planned to invite.
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And did not expect...
When we met,
Could reach and climb to further heights.
Further with no intention...
To be this intimate,
Like this intimacy we have is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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