Preview I Do
Preview I do,
Untaken steps.
To prepare and let,
My mind project...
Those things yet,
I must select.
And some I am reluctant,
To forget.
With wishes...
To have more of a happiness kept,
For me.
Preview I do,
Those hurdles and hoops...
I've jumped through.
With needs too common.
And wants too few.
Knowing that darkside,
Like others do too.
When love held escapes.
And hurt stays in its place.
Wishing again to taste it like I knew.
Hoping to go on,
In what seems an empty pursuit.
With a past reviewed continuously.
To prevent a preview I do of pain.
That may come tomorrow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saint Dominics Preview
Shammy [chamois] cleaning all the windows,
Singing songs about edith piafs soul.
And I hear blue strains of no regredior
Across the street from cathedral notre dame.
Meanwhile back in san francisco
Were trying hard to make this whole thing blend,
As we sit upon this jagged
Storey block, with you my friend.
And its a long way to buffalo.
Its a long way to belfast city too.
And Im hoping the choice wont blow the hoist
cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
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All the orange boxes are scattered.
We get to safeways supermarket in the rain.
And everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone elses pain.
(you know that) no ones making no commitments
To anybody but themselves,
Hidin behind closed doorways,
Tryin to get outside, outside of empty shells
And for every cross-cuttin country corner,
For every hank williams railroad train that cried,
And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems
And every strain on every brain and every eye (? )
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint dominics preview
Saint dominics preview
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And the restaurant tables are completely covered.
The record company has paid out for the wine.
You got everything in the world you ever wanted
Right about now your face should wear a smile.
Thats the way it all should happen
When youre in, when youre in the state youre in;
Youve got your pen and notebook ready,
I think its about time, time for us to begin.
And were over in a 52nd street apartment,
Socializing with the whino few,
Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.
But theyre flying too high to see my point of view.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint dominics preview
Saint dominics preview
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See them freedom marching,
Out on the street, freedom marching.
Saint dominics preview.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Bewildered By The Process of Progress
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And comprehension for this session,
Is a prerequisite.
Pretentions and anything less than common sense...
Will not reveal the purpose,
As to why something appearing out of reach...
Attracts most and gets immediate attention.
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And I will learn what that lesson is,
Without concern of the consequences.
Something will be exchange to my benefit.
Whether I limp in pain or walk away entertained...
I am going to gain an experience.
And a life lived can not be done without them!
You know...
Those experiences,
We more often get as we grow...
To eventually sit us down acknowledging,
Just how blessed we are!
And in appreciation of what has been accomplished,
As some reminisce bewildered by the process of progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting. As if In the Cold...Outside!
Waiting.
As if in the cold...outside!
Feeling a joke had been told.
And I knew it.
But was not suppose to admit this.
Yet feeling inside a warmth that satisfied.
I saw the picture,
Before the pieces of the puzzle...
Had to others been known.
'Something' had shown me a preview.
And I could not tell who...
Or what it was that came to chill me to the bone.
An aloneness I knew and tolerated it.
My experiences existed,
In a time I envisioned before they came to visit.
And I would wonder 'why' I was permitted,
To see, feel and touch what had yet to arrive.
Waiting.
As if in the cold...outside!
Feeling a joke had been told.
And I knew it.
But was not suppose to admit this.
Yet the older I get,
More secluded becomes my 'unique and differentness'!
I saw and knew.
But couldn't tell how.
So there I stood...
Waiting.
In the cold...outside!
Feeling a joke had been told.
But did not know 'why'...
'Something' had shown me a preview.
And I could not tell who...
Or what it was that came to chill me to the bone.
I was not alone.
Nor was I existing to live on my own.
And I knew this but did not know why,
Me?
Nothing did I do,
To welcome delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Musicals are written and then rewritten. Those things used to happen on the road. Now they are done in New York during preview performances.
quote by Peter Stone
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Better Things
Heres wishing you the bluest sky,
And hoping something better comes tomorrow.
Hoping all the verses rhyme,
And the very best of choruses to
Follow all the doubt and sadness.
I know that better things are on the way.
Heres hoping all the days ahead
Wont be as bitter as the ones behind you.
Be an optimist instead,
And somehow happiness will find you.
Forget what happened yesterday,
I know that better things are on the way.
Its really good to see you rocking out
And having fun,
Living like you just begun.
Accept your life and what it brings.
I hope tomorrow youll find better things.
I know tomorrow youll find better things.
Heres wishing you the bluest sky,
And hoping something better comes tomorrow.
Hoping all the verses rhyme,
And the very best of choruses to
Follow all the drudge and sadness.
I know that better things are on the way.
I know youve got a lot of good things happening up ahead.
The past is gone its all been said.
So heres to what the future brings,
I know tomorrow youll find better things.
I know tomorrow youll find better things.
song performed by by Kinks
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The Broken Heart
Can i ever forget that you ever existed in my heart,
Knowing the pain it caused me deep down my heart.
Each time i think of how it all got to this very point,
Only helps to send shock waves down my spines and joints.
It seems the joy you brought to my life,
Was cut short before it even began with a knife.
It seems you lasted just for few days,
While deep down my heart i long for you everyday.
Wishing and hoping we can go back to the day i found you,
When the whole of my life changed to brand new.
Bringing to me the happiness i never once felt before,
And an ebullient love i once hoped for.
You gave me hope for a better tomorrow,
By erasing all of my unending sorrows.
You gave me a great sense of humour,
Each time there is a scene of a tumour.
You made my life as sweet as it can be,
Even when there are things that can sting me like a bee.
How can i forget that amazing smile of yours,
That kept me dazzling beyond many hours.
How about the joy you gave me knowing that you are my best friend,
Went a long way to bring all my fears to an end.
And then every thing fell apart,
The very moment you left by breaking my heart.
First you made every thing seems like an horrible nightmare,
And brought to me an emotional darkness in an hare.
You turned every Grimes of happiness to pain,
And every traces of love to lain.
Making my eyes abated with tears,
More than what my heart can bear.
Pain of a broken heart is all i can feel,
And the aching of a bleeding knee.
All i have now is an empty and shattered heart,
That needs a taste of a rebirth.
It all happened very fast,
And now i'll try to put every thing in the past.
And keep hoping for a better future,
Without the glance of your picture.
All i know is that no matter the way it may seem,
You'll forever in my heart remain evergreen.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions.
quote by Albert Einstein
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It's like real life: We don't get a preview of what's coming up, thank God, and we don't build our own character from what we're going to be informed with in the future.
quote by Frances Conroy
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Imagination is the sixth sense
Without the help of imagination,
The future and the past cannot be seen;
Similes and metaphors are meaningless.
Parts under the clothes cannot be x-rayed.
Images from the screen cannot be fantasized.
Thinking and musing are stalled.
Judgments and beliefs are out of preview.
No intuition; no speculation.
Imagination is man's sixth sense.
07.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Until With Me Into Eternity
So many awesome memories,
Kept in my mental chest.
Some are close and heartfelt
With a secret wish to renew
And restore the few I preview.
I say to myself...
'Let go and move on! '
But I've always been a hardhead.
And these memories will live on...
And on and on.
Until with me into eternity,
They leave with me and we're both gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Broadway shows charge preview prices while the cast is in dress rehearsal, why should restaurants charge full price when their dining room and kitchen staffs are still practicing?
quote by Marian Burros
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Not sorry
Calculating mind you amaze me
Always thinking of a way to amuse yourself
Amusement at my hearts expense
You do things that you know will hurt me
Assuming I will not mind
You play games with my emotions
Gamble with my happiness
You try so hard to keep me from knowing what you do
Yet you claim you didn’t know what you where doing
You pretend not to know that it will hurt me
Never taking responsibility for your actions
You think simply saying sorry will make it ok
That my heart will mend
Don’t say you are sorry
Because you are not sorry
You are sorry for yourself
How can you be sorry when you did something that hurt me?
You knew I would hurt yet you went ahead and did it anyway
No… you are not sorry
Don’t say sorry
I hate it when you say sorry
It’s like you are mocking me for letting you hurt me
You are not sorry for causing me pain
You are not sorry for lying and cheating and taking me for a ride
You are sorry you got caught,
Not for my pain.
poem by Elizabeth Jacqueline Mpanga
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Too Far Out
Rude they are
The electronic plugged-in kids!
With scholarships to induce us all
With a preview of a future
Some say can not get worse...
But that 'worse' isn't near,
It's already here.
And they will be the ones,
We have left to get things done!
That's frightening.
That's sad!
That should wake up everyone...
When the soaring price to pay for life,
Will get beyond any payment of a tab!
They are 'now' out of control...
Too far out to be punished,
Or scold!
We left those tasks to a government.
That did not treat this investment like gold!
And that rhyming is the result of bad timing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Necessities To Please
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
To hide their perplexed minds
Behind something another might view,
As a status symbol to preview!
To allow excuses and alibis to sneak through.
Allegations of who is and who is not straight today...
Seems so unimportant and quite blasé!
Molestations are taking place,
In more sanctuaries sacred...
Where more than symbolism is displayed.
The bold and naked seems to be a must,
Folks are lusting.
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
With a worship for more greed,
And necessities to please the eyes of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is No Accident
She said what she meant.
And it is no accident,
She represents a reality...
Uncovered by deceit.
Or lies to keep,
Truth fantasized!
The soul of a mate...
That embraces one vision,
Historically denied...
To reflect an honesty.
And correct those flaws kept hidden,
Behind a false and flaunted pulchritude!
Two preview that can and will,
Rise above disguises!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remembered Love
My wishing to stop the pain of remembered love,
Isn't easy.
The more I think of love,
And the coming with it those moments of bliss.
My wishing to stop agonizing over what I miss,
Is pointless.
My wishing to stop the pain of remembered love,
Isn't easy.
Nor is the expense of pretending,
I knew no love for me existed.
My heart knows how ridiculous that is.
And so are my foolish attempts to forget.
I've loved.
And knowing that I am capable of doing it again,
Is when I am wishing not to remember it.
With a forgetting that brings me back to relive,
I can't get over that keeps me reminded.
Of what it is within me I wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shifting To Drift Like Swift Winds
That which remains to sustain limelight,
Becomes less bright over a time...
To find a dimming intentionally done.
Although the message stays,
Just as sharp and tight to deliver...
To those awaiting to feed their appetites.
People seeking fads,
Are not interested in longevity.
With those fads changing amongst us...
Just as fast as a storm comes and passes,
For minds to rid and forget the intent of it.
As if to use a remote to preview an array of channels,
To peruse and cruise through lives lived...
Treated as breezes shifting to drift,
Like swift winds blowing that finally end.
And with a touching of a button flipping to switch,
From one thing to another to experience their druthers...
Which do not sit to stick for too long,
To ensure any importance is effectively erased.
And does not prolong,
An awaiting replacement that guarantees...
A variety of increasing nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preview
Blessed and not confused about it!
Not at all.
No longer chasing rainbows,
Rabbit feet or four leaf clovers.
Those days are over!
Clinging onto something divine...
And most captivating!
It supplies a driving 'will' that fulfills!
Half full at all times.
Free of draining illusions,
Or misconceptions.
Available 24/7!
It ain't heaven yet...
But it is a damn good preview!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Their Perch On Fences
It can become such a foolish waste...
To chase someone who gets things done.
With a hope for a clue,
That will reveal a preview.
Complete with blueprinted details,
And freed of obstacles as this is overviewed.
Folks on a mission...
Aren't out making announcements.
Not for attention or steps taken to blurt.
They are conditioned with discipline.
And challenged to do something,
With their lives experienced here on Earth.
Whether or not they deserve praise...
Isn't an issue they themselves raise.
They are motivated to accomplish!
That is why most people like this,
Are often thought of to be crazed!
And often are...
Dismissed.
And many of them seem quickly evaluated,
To be out of their minds.
And unrestricted by set limits...
Others find comforting to hide securely behind.
Like a pretense some embrace,
They have no traces of abnormalcy!
With lots of company defending their 'common sense' with them.
While finding themselves to be commonly undecisive...
As they join others of similar desires,
Clinging and straddling...
With approved mindsets,
Sitting to discuss their opinions.
Like an image of a row of Crows,
Who judge squawking.
Noisely!
From nearby trees.
Or from their perch on fences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey Through My Mind
I'll let you in my world
To see what it's like being me
You might just want a sneak preview
Cause you can't handle all of me
Beyond the candy coated lies
The raw truth is that
I'm just like you
With the hollow emptiness of my soul
The future looking dim
Take a knife and peel back the layers of my mind
You will find a child wanting to be free
Free from care and misery
The lack of knowing
The hate that has build
It's getting ready to explode
If you can't handle it
Get out before your mind is corrupted
If you don't like what you see
Leave before you get pulled in
The fear is building
Have you figured out my mind yet
The way i work is haunting you
Run and hide, it's that time once again
Where i either take you in,
or break you where you're standing
This could be fun or scary
All depending on how you see it
I hope i'm not making you feel unwelcomed and unloved
I love your company
It's not very often that i get vistiors
Most people have abandoned the thought of me
I'm ready to fight for what i believe in
To make people see that
What they see isn't all of me
I offer more then what they think
I am capable of many things
They just won't give me a chance
The time of day
The recognition that i deserve
I'll take a break and let you refect on what you have just heard
You can stay where you are if you would like to continue the journey
Or if you would like to leave the exit is just over there
For those of you who have stayed
I would like to thank you, but this was just a test
To see who was interested and who really cares.
(11-16-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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