Point Of Decision
There is a point of decision one reaches in one's life,
When a stripping away of pretentions from them...
As well as those still participating in that false activity,
Are no longer needed to condon with patience.
And with it an unexpected abruptness is conducted.
An exit done as shown and felt as necessary is done.
With an increasing of one's mental clarity unclouding,
That welcomes the arrival of one's unadulterated honesty.
With a caring less as to who has to say what about it!
Since what takes place is a change that is inevitable.
And the feeding of a mind on a path of growth,
Can not be stopped or wished away like a diet of choice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Planned Escapades
To exit from a highway taken,
For a route believed easier traveled...
With an arrival successfully achieved,
When one happily reaches that destiny.
Against the advice of flashing warning lights.
Says one thing about who is behind the wheel...
Feeling untouchable and refusing to pay attention.
Running out of gas on a dusty road,
To choose to walk whether slow or fast...
On a path one makes through a wilderness,
Gives...
One plenty of time to think!
And...
With appreciated patience,
One finds no longer speeds to escapes...
When the planning of escapades,
Are wished to never again forget...
To prioritize with emphasis!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Prefer To Keep It Frozen
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
Unfortunately...
Not everyone welcomes this gift to receive.
With a keeping it under wraps.
To pack away in one's attic.
Or...
Stored in one's basement.
To leave it frozen in a freezer,
With a thawing no one will ever see at all.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
But,
Left corrupted...
A shocking honesty can awe.
To be abducted.
Shocking honesty can awe.
With none conducted.
A shocking honesty can awe.
And...
Leaving it to freeze,
Never to thaw.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unexpected
UNEXPECTED
You came not in soft Spring, whose pregnant seed
wonder welcomes with its womb run riot.
You came not when warm Summer's gorging greed
plays havoc both with unstrained growth, strained diet.
You came not during Autumn when most feed
on energy soon spilled, asleep, stilled quiet.
You came on stage engaging Winter’s need -
'magmatude' emotion ocean guyot
spilling promised warmth, - life's wonder-bead...
to counter fears, advancing years’ disquiet.
Harmony, appearing unexpected,
witness bears to humankind perfected.
12 December 2001 rewritten 3 July 2008
robi03_0982_robi03_0000 XXX_LZX
Poem Unexpected © Jonathan Robin
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Free From A Deluded Need
Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.
I have no wish to satisfy,
Misunderstandings I have left.
I have no wish to revisit,
Repeated regrets.
Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.
And clarity is what I seek,
On a path to become...
The very best I can be!
And with clarity I am free,
From a deluded need...
To impress!
Free from a deluded need,
To address pretentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What A Growing Does
Long before I met you,
I was introduced to myself first.
And that meeting took awhile,
Before I felt a clarity.
With a clarity noticed I wanted to know.
And to let go of that which I did not need.
Now with clarity and identity intact,
I can understand...
Why today you say I've changed.
I have learned that's what a growing does.
And I hope that growth continues to show.
With a letting go of that which my mind does not feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Growth And Blooming Of Bright Flowers
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to expand.
Enthralled one is by their own demands.
Those who seek to be understood,
But lack the patience to understand.
Has a fear to self assess themselves,
As close as one who self examines can.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to absorb clarity.
Unless that clarity has others to agree.
And one not comprehending,
Only wants to perceive from one point of view.
And if that point of view mentioned,
Has obstacles in its way blocking what is there to see...
Those obstacles will remain to stay where they are.
When a stubbornness is thick like a cemented brick wall.
And stuck with a holding onto the comfort of ignorance...
That appears from the outside to be permanently installed.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Could be that one who believes the feeding of weeds,
Nourishes the growth and blooming of bright flowers.
With a giving of consideration to nothing else at all.
Even when the petals from them begin to prematurely fall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grave Yard Suicide
I walked through the local cemetery last night.
It was so quiet, everyone was sleeping.
All quiet everything at peace.
I felt so welcome, so at home
there among the deceased.
I began thinking, why do I continue on?
why must I inhale even one more breath?
when all I dream of is the means to an end.
That can only be brought about by death.
Was it time for the end?
Yes it was I had to go
This was the choice which I faced
After all, everyday is merely a continuation
of the one which passed us by.
There have ben times when I felt slightly hopeful
but there was never any hope when I most needed it.
And there is little I wish to recall
the years are wrought with sadness
I've lost my mind, a million times
but I always find it again within madness.
As my heart has drifted along
I knew it could not stay afloat
with each day that passed
I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat
So there, amongst the dead
I came to the conclusion
That it was time to bring
an end to my life's illusions
The blood flowed like a river
as I took a razor to my wrist
I would have made preparations, said good-byes
but, I doubt I'll be missed
It became so cold
as everything went black
for the first time, I felt peace
because I knew there was no going back
No hope. No dreams. No anything.
I had no further reason to try
I no longer wished to live
I do not regret the decision I made to die
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Your Reaction To Me Is Not Christian
Determine whatever it is you wish,
Between the available options left...
Provided to you to negotiate.
You can either leave through the exit.
Unaided.
Or...
You can choose to be ushered through it.
'But...
From my point of view,
I see those options...
As having really none from which to choose.'
Again you offer nothing but excuses.
Patience once given to you is no longer there.
And a tolerance for your presence,
Has already exhausted benefits of doubt.
No more are there to spare.
'But...
Your reaction to me is not Christian.'
I know.
However...
You should not let that interfere,
With the making of your decision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking In Someone Else's Shoes
I feel like this about life...
If you have reached your 40's,50's and 60's
With a lack of identity and understanding,
As to who you are?
Do not expect from me my patience,
Or a tolerant hand to hold.
I've been called 'nutt's too often by those,
Who are still seeking approval from their mamas
And papas.
With some folks whining,
As if they need their diapers changed.
And the years I endured through emotional pain...
God came to my aid.
And saved me from back to back heartbreak.
With few caring less 'how' I survived!
As long as I was there to hear their complaints,
My pain to them was insignificant.
And as I observe and comprehend how some can be...
I see them now the same way,
Without concern.
There 'is' a caring!
However...
I don't get wrapped up dramatically about it,
Like some folks.
There is something to be said,
About walking in someone else's shoes!
They may look easy and comfortable to wear...
Until it is realized,
The fit just isn't 'that' comfortable.
A perception handed to one on a plate to eat...
With a choice to live life,
Is not life lived to experience all it offers.
Even if one is not ready for the experience...
There is a process called 'growth' that is done!
A maturity that happens,
When one heals and recovers from mental insecurities...
Of all kinds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps Progress Will Soon Begin to Move Forward
Now a serious argument takes place among them,
To remove the word 'retarded' from their records kept!
And also from an increasingly insecure consciousness.
Although an unaccountable responsibility remains.
Things take time to correct.
It's never too late to have a scrambled egg.
Even if it's served at dinner.
Idiot and imbecile are their other depictions.
And since their stupidity seems to be environmental...
At least some reflection is being self examined.
Remember when dinner was popularly called 'supper'?
And all adults were thought to have had a normal thought process?
A child does not suspect fools to be a dime a dozen.
The road to their complete recovery from delusion,
May come sooner than expected.
Those now contemplating the word 'retardation' to be offensive.
Hopefully...
These same folks,
Who witness this activity increasing amongst themselves,
Will use this same element of 'awareness'
To deal with issues of sensitivity to identify,
Their total lack of mental competence.
There's great honor given to those who step aside.
Especially when the mind decays.
There has been an absence of mental competence.
Maybe we are living in a resurgence of it.
And perhaps progress will soon begin to move forward,
Again...
Since greed had it stagnated for many many years!
'Retarding' everything in its path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For This Ardor In Mine Heart
If today's glimpse were all that I knew,
That may be enough-yet, it is not.
My dreams have shown what I wished to be true:
A world of wonder, that for my whole life I have sought.
I asked for patience, to allow this fear's allay,
Only to learn that I already possess it-
My faith is all the patience I ever needed, every day;
This is my Divinely-proffered strength, and I wish to confess it!
My only wish is for my dreams to meet with fruition-
For my reality to surpass my loftiest aspiration.
All your mind may fathom, may one day become reality;
Where otherwise you'd ne'er imagine, a dream becomes its own causality.
For a dream as this, many lifetimes I would wait-
For this ardor in mine heart, shan't e'er abate!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Isn't The Change Already Evident?
The more expense of persuasion spent,
And the actual acts of facts put into place...
To chase away doubt and those paying,
With debates displayed and tossed about...
To convince there is some sense being made,
Has been less cost effective to change perspectives...
Of those standards valued and the quality of one's life,
Has slowed that slide downhill at a speed everyone observes...
Is increasing in momentum and not turniing around.
Regardless who has the experience in business.
Or who advises a community a unified effort is better served,
If all participated in change!
Isn't that change already evident everyone is participating in?
And who has not felt the wind while going down on that slide?
Even those still in deep sleep are finding it hard to catch their breath.
And no one expects gold trinkets under their feet,
Everywhere they step.
Not in their best kept delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Change is the end result of all true learning. Change involves three things First, a dissatisfaction with self-a felt void or need second, a decision to change-to fill the void or need and third, a conscious dedication to the process of growth and change-the willful act of making the change Doing Something.
To be born again
every beginning is a choice, a choice that ends, where
everything is finish, it is a change of the decision, to accept
all what blinds to your doubt
a stand point of what you believed, that all rest in your faith,
and this would brings your unseen words to grasp the
meaning of what is not sure, but real in truth
to be born again, lives many torn harvested in every hearts
and soul that bleeds for joy, to fancy expression of people
to be seen, very revealing to breath, that life is freezing out to
be blew its melted incense in every one's decision to believe,
the oneness of God in our resisting soul
the passion that never be stopped, the silence that blink only
when it cried, to the mocking of the immortality of the soul, the
flesh that linger, to leave when time gives up, well it be the hope
that tells the day is today
to be washed in the ocean of forgiveness, cleansing the
memories of uncertainty of fate, and ready to surrender, to the
everlasting life awaits, emerging beauty that gives today after
tomorrow, the assurance of eternity
in the fountain of truth, lives every memories to lean on the echo
of our soul, coming to close the chapter, that life we live takes
a another steps to be born again, just to die....and live again
poem by Antonio Liao
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Finest Dream
when we fell in love
first and foremost
I felt nothing could ever compare
to the romance that you and I would share
time would revealed these emotions to be real
growing closely that the romance turned into
something tangible and ideal
You cared in ways unimagenable
which I wanted and needed so much
I've felt your warmth, I've felt your tenderness
with every word you speak and each time we'd touch
I turn to you, because in you, i can depend on
for honesty and support
Your patience and understanding nature
would soften my sometimes fiery spirit
God created you and out of all the rest
He knew, you'd love me best
and each day that pass us by, I realize
you are the dream, my heart wished, would one day materialize
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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The Tracks of Time - Acrostic Sonnet
Too many straight-line certitudes adopt,
Heed not coin’s “other side”, nor feel the pain
Expressed when understanding’s lacking, train
Themselves to close their minds. Why choice is stopped
Remains a mystery, yet so few opt
Against the stream, theme focus tight restrain.
Choice is important! Why must most abstain,
Knowing needed growth, remain like propped
Stiff puppets strung along in life till chopped?
Open minds which for solutions strain
Find solace in discovery. Insane
The path seems from which all free-will is dropped.
Is it so difficult to cast a net
MEaningful, so easy to forget?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Be Not Afraid: You and Me
Make up your mind-complicated thought,
Which lane to take in a two way
Street ahead, Choose a path but one,
And if you've to catch up, you ought.
Your mind's confused when honesty's
In recluse, come walk my way
And let's reveal the truth - a walk of destiny
Hang on tightly to me...
And let us build a path to life's reality.
Be not afraid of who you are to me,
I in return will make the best I see
Of who you are sans your infirmity
Just build your mind a solid destiny.
Now can you see decision has to be
But just a step-your feelings are so free,
Remember who you are to many just like me
Decide with ease between what not to be,
Fall back and forth but with solid identity
Discover you and me in a world of...
Truth and honesty.
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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