Procrastination Becomes A Worn Out Vice
There comes a time in everyone's life,
When procrastination becomes a worn out vice...
To depend on to conveniently use,
By those choosing to remain undecisive.
With every excuse to make to delay what is wished.
And aging has a lot to do with this.
Since a 'sunrise' taken for granted...
Seems to speed quicker towards the 'sunset'.
With a caring less who is left to procrastinate,
In a self indulging mental state of regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Quickly Review, To Quickly Dissect
There is an ease perceived in the doing,
When one's consistency is taken for granted.
There is a rush to critique,
What one dependable does to do.
As if a choice to be abused is wished.
Yet few or anyone considers one's sacrifice,
In the delivering of expectations...
To quickly review, to quickly dissect,
And...
With speed done to disapprove one's efforts.
Although an anticipation is awaiting for that one,
By those prepared...
Choosing first to dispute to then disregard,
The time it has taken to present what is there...
Detailed 'and' with caring for others to share regardless.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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5a
sometimes the wasted time
of regret
one that is always done on the
very first hour of
the morning
are the favorite times of
vacillation
procrastinate, procrastinate
perhaps because you do not really like to do
the oughts
of your life, the bread and butter things,
unartistic, unpleasing to your senses
and so you do always what you do not want to be done
(under a state of sinfulness)
stammering, stumbling upon a shit
and still composed
poised
as though nothing annihilating
happens
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Heart's Sunset
Over the ocean, its waves are silent where they sleep;
a pleasing yellow orb of fire drops down to be swallowed by the ocean.
The orb's rays of light slice through the water.
Down and deeper it cuts
This is the magnificent beauty of the sunset.
Everyone has one in there heart.
Can you find your sunset?
A priceless sight that the heart can conjure,
as the orb seeps below the horizon, to the signify the dawning of the new day.
The new day will bring new changes and people.
To see their faces and be happy
But that will depend on your heart.
What shape is your heart in?
Your feelings will make your sunset.
Your sunset could be a happy or a sad sunset.
Your happy to start the new day for sunrise,
or your sad to see the day go
Maybe it was the last day of seeing someone.
Then that would be a sad sunset
Always watch your sunset.
Then your sunrise comes...
poem by Natalie Vail
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Quicker Than Picked Bananas
Aging!
And showing it quicker than picked bananas,
Are those hanging onto their youthful hopes...
With an inability to disperse from an immaturity.
Clinging onto hopes a cuteness shown can be excused...
Isn't as sick as it looks,
By those exposed to it.
And for those choosing to dismiss this as an acceptance...
Can not one of them explain the presence of an ineptness.
With few people left having a capability to express intelligence.
Or can catch up to adulthood to reasonably be respected.
Since a maturity is nonexistent.
And what is left to spoil and rot quicker than picked bananas,
Is what many people possess and is seen quite a lot.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing On The Other Side
Whatever it was you thought you had time to do.
And with a familiar procrastination...
You would do what pleases you.
And...
With a comprehension missed,
Along with an attention span...
You pawned for something quicker,
With an ease you believed...
You could control and demand?
Well,
Attached your ears to this...
Those days are gone!
And those that have moved on...
Have left you,
Behind.
Standing on the other side of that mental divide.
Standing and waiting,
For an acknowledgement you had grown accustomed...
That others would provide.
But you missed them!
Standing as the winds of changed,
Pushed you aside.
And they were there...
Giving you a long wave goodbye.
Like in...
Do whatever you please,
'Cause that day has come...
For most to ignore,
What it is you have not yet done!
What you could not believe,
Has arrived to make you convinced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Visit With Aging
I don't know why,
You believed I was older than you.
I use to be.
But you and aging have become much closer.
And it seems as if you have been convinced,
To interpret every year you have lived as a struggle.
I'm not trying to interpret my life that way at all.
When aging came to visit me,
I told it to make itself at home.
And if I choose to do what I please...
I'm not making an effort to be rude.
But neither am I going to sit with it to reminisced,
The good old days.
Too much everyday for me is new!
And...
I didn't feel I had to excuse myself from it to explore.
I just do.
You on the other hand...
Seem to want to impress aging,
As a depiction you believe is an acceptable process.
Hey,
We all have our interpretations.
However...
Yours appears to be a bit exaggerated.
But I aint mad at you!
What your visit with aging is like.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunrise & Sunset
When the sun rises, we call it sunrise
when the sun sets, we call it sunset
Our sunrise can be someone else's sunset
someone else's sunrise can be our sunset
It is relative but one thing is certain
when you really live
a sunrise is a thought
a sunset is a memory
It is not relative
it holds every day, forever and always
poem by Sana Eddami
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Excuse Me Mr.
Oh Im like a beggar with no luck
Im holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
Stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me... excuse me mr.
Well Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Im very anxious, eager, willing
Whats your billing? (anxious eager willing)
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you too long
All I need is a little of your time
Oh for most love comes for free
They dont pay the high cost
Of mental custody
Ill pay bail for a guarantee
Make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me... excuse me mr.
Well Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Ive been saving up my life,
Whats your price? (saving up my life)
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you way too long boy
All I need is a little of your time
What should I do
Im about to crack
And theres a force
That comes over me
Its almost as if
Im tied to the tracks
Im waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
Hes not going to come
Hes not going to find me
This is a matter of fact
The desire you lack
This is the way I guess it has to be...
A little of your time
I need a little of your time
Please, a little of your time yeah
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont confuse me mr.
Ive known you way too long boy
All I need is a little of your time
Ooh Im in line to buy time
Im in line to buy time
Im in line to
Im in line to
Excuse me
Well Ive been waiting in line
Excuse me
Excuse me mr.
song performed by by No Doubt
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An ardent wish for others
How ardently, now, I wish for others
what I –alas too late – wish -
would have wished - for my own self,
and maybe, for my parents too:
some time in life – it would depend on you –
but not too late, too late –
to sit down together -
each parent, each child, individually –
and maybe with a few days ‘thinking time’ beforehand -
and say – you could take this in turns –
‘Ask me all the questions
which you never, until now, thought to ask...
ask me all the questions
which you never liked or dared to ask...
and I shall answer you…’
and if it goes well (as I pray it will)
you might even incorporate this
into a yearly family occasion:
done with humour and with love;
this is what I wish for you
as ardently as I would have
wished it for myself;
for this is my regret,
for myself; and perhaps, for them..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Excuse Me Mr.
Im like a beggar with no luck
Im holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
You stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me...excuse me mr.
Ive been waiting in line
And Id like to buy some of your time
Im every anxioux, eager, willing.
Whats your billing?
So please excuse me mr.
Youve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So dont comfuse me mr.
Ive know you too long
And I need is a little of your time
For most love comes for free
They dont pay the high cost
Of mental custody
Ill pay bail for a guarantee
Please make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me...excuse me mr.
And Id been saving up my life,
Whats your price?
Chorus:
What should I do
Im about to crack
And theres a force
That comes over for me
Its almost as if Im tied to the tracks
And Im waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
Hes not going to come
Hes not going to find me
This a a matter of fact
The desire you lack
Thius is the way I guess it has to be...
A little of your time
Please, a little of your time
Chorus:
Im in line to buy time
Im in line to buy time
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Between A Sunrise And A Sunset
between sunrise and sunset
if i were to choose
i shall choose the sunrise
for in there everything is lighted
like the way you tell me about
the truths about your life
you're so warm and endearing
and all giving and
i have nothing more to ask
for i have become so complete
but then do we have a choice?
for after all these
time knows that there is something
inevitable
the sunset of my life comes always with
a big reminder
the slow fading of the brighter colors of my life
the creeping show of gray skies
the closing in of the lights
and the windows
the silence of the night and i make the last word
what choice do i have except perhaps to say
'Darkness, Come, let us dance the last steps of life! '
and i shall say ' Death, you're so cool! '
do i have a choice, my love?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Prized And Welcomed Reward
After being exposed to diversity,
And the taste of its various flavors.
One who has lived to experience this,
Often chooses a life to live in quietness.
Away from those undecisive, undetermined...
And those who have never acquired a discipline.
Equivalent to receiving a prized and welcomed reward,
This is.
To anticipate with each Sunrise and Sunset that comes.
With a feeling of being blessed.
To express this when twenty-four hours of the day is done.
And achieving of a peace of mind one finds to confess it.
God I thank You for this glorious gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunset Thinking
Do you ever watch the sunset
And just sit and think about things
Just you and the sky and darkness
Giving your thoughts some wings
Perhaps you’ve got some troubles
And don’t know what to do
Or you just plain need to get away
To spend a little time with you
Sunset beauty makes you feel as though
Your life has meaning after all
To see a sight so extraordinary
Makes you feel capable, strong and tall
It’s funny how flashes of color
Like a sunset or sunrise can inspire
It can calm your inner self a bit
It’s a scene you can never tire
The serenity gives you a chance
To put things in perspective
Life can be overwhelming at times
And a sunrise can be reflective
So when the sky lights up next time
Let your gaze do some drinking
Soak up all the amazing sights
And do some sunset thinking!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Imposing Upon A Patience Given
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Time is too precious,
To delay an agenda prioritized...
With eyes set to realize,
Things needing to get done.
And accompanied by motivation.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Much like feeding a craving to quickly satisfy a whim...
With the hopes someone mentions a noticeable difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Length Of Its Visit
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake who does what and when.
Or how long it may take,
For those undecisive to make up their minds.
Those aging as time flys by them,
Seem to take a more notice of it drifting away.
And with an impatience shown towards those,
Wishing they knew of a remedy...
To keep themselves with time favored.
As if to flavor it with youthful flattery.
By a nipping or two to keep something tucked.
While time gives them more it to strut their stuff.
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake.
No matter how much moisterizing,
Is applied to disguise track marks on one's face.
Only time taken to make good use of it,
Seems to deliver to those doing it left...
With a comprehension of the benefits.
Without trying to erase its existence.
And acknowledging whatever it is,
They have been given to witness...
Isn't sitting around awaiting for them,
To make decisions on the length of its visit.
And who knew time could care less,
How with limits it is addressed.
To dismiss or curtail its effectiveness.
Time does come to leave when it pleases.
Regardless who accepts or denies what it is,
Whenever it blesses with its presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And yet We Sit in Accepted Procrastination
The time we are given to do what it is,
Seems...
Isn't enough.
It does not seem enough.
The time we are given to do those things,
We wish for us someday would bring...
To appear as if through the thinnest of air.
Seems...
Isn't enough.
For us it just doesn't seem enough.
And yet we sit in accepted procrastination.
Hesitating with that time we get...
To make excuses,
For not doing that what is wished.
Or making plans to have it fit,
With that time given,
To allow it.
The time we are given to do what it is,
Seems...
Isn't enough.
It does not seem enough.
But a wasting of it many do not admit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rendezvous At Sunset
Back on my feet
Another week is nearly over
We gotta meet
Now the beat is taking over
I work harder now Im done
I want a little fun, so tight
I took all I have to do
And now all I want is you tonight
Lets rendezvous at sunset
Take it through to sunrise
Well have a night well never forget
Well have the time, the time of our lives
Take me away
From here and into heaven
Need to escape
And I wanna go together
When Im oh so close to you
You hold me like you do, so nice
I can feel the rhythm now
Gotta get on down tonight
Lets rendezvous at sunset
Take it through to sunrise
Well have a night well never forget
Well have the time, the time of our lives
Lets rendezvous at sunset
Take it through to sunrise
Well have a night well never forget
Well have the time, the time of our lives
Rendezvous at sunset
Rendezvous
Rendezvous at sunset
Rendezvous
When Im oh so close to you
You hold me like you do, so nice
I can feel the rhythm now
Gotta get on down tonight
Lets rendezvous at sunset
Take it through to sunrise
Well have a night well never forget
Well have the time, the time of our lives
Lets rendezvous at sunset
Take it through to sunrise
Well have a night well never forget
Well have the time, the time of our lives
Rendezvous at sunset
Rendezvous
Rendezvous at sunset
Rendezvous
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Fly Me To The Sun
Like the bird flying high in the sunrise
I just want to fly to you
I just want to fly to your soul
Into the sunset, high in the sunrise,
Through the links in the chain I see it's to be
It all seems to fit, it just fits, thats it
Like a sunset within a sunrise, a night outside a day
As we spin in our souls and look at the sky... It's our sky
And I fly through the sunrise that takes me to you
We can glide, we can fly, we can be... we must be
We fly though the sunset that is always you.
Like the bird flying high in the sunrise
I just want to fly to your soul
Like the bird flying high in the sunset
I know the sun rises and sets within you.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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The Sands Of Time Seem To Speed
No longer do I give freely,
Because I feel from a need I must.
I travel on a road with deeds I take seriously.
Realizing my priorities,
Can become hampered by those I may trust too much.
Distractions can delay,
When childish games played get in the way.
And those with nothing on their agenda but fun...
Find no time to be productive.
Although procrastination they schedule to get done.
And lessons to learn how to waste my time...
I'm glad I did not pass to glorify as I age.
Since the sands of time seem to speed rather quickly,
When one's mind is on accomplishing...
Those goals to achieve with a completion of desired tasks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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