Pulling It Apart
It is there for what it is.
To be appreciated for what it does.
Dissect it...
And it loses its significance.
Becoming worthless.
Nothing is achieved.
Nothing remains.
It is gone.
The value once priceless,
Can never be duplicated!
That wasn't the intention...
When it came.
Pulling it apart...
Leaves no memories to cherish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cherish
Cherish
those who are close to you
before they go away.
Cherish
all your memories
in case they fade someday.
Cherish
each day you have,
treat it as your last.
Cherish
everything you have
ensuring they never get lost.
Cherish
every moment
as if it maybe your last.
Cherish
everything you possess,
as you might never get it again.
Cherish
your life,
as it is the only one you got.
Cherish
your health
if it fails you will fade away.
Cherish
the love of others
and return it equally.
But most of all
cherish everything.
18 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Whatever It Is Determined To Be
It can only be appreciated for what it is,
As it is existing.
To wish for it to become something that it isn't...
Doesn't give it more value.
Or will ever increase its worth.
Not to the one observing...
And diminishing it with wishes.
The one who comes to cherish it as is...
Is the one who sees it as a benefit!
Whatever it is determined to be...
And by who determines it,
Makes it precious.
A priceless commodity.
Praised.
And a much sought after need,
Once that has been determined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Those Memories
Memories I keep,
Are detailed and available.
Today I enjoy keeping them fresh.
And as time moves on...
I've noticed how attractive,
My life gets.
And it was just a few short years ago,
I remembered trying to do my best...
To forget anything that would upset,
My happiness.
But without those memories,
My happiness could not be achieved.
Nor would I have completely appreciated,
Those obstacles that came into my life to test.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duplication Of A Dream One Wishes
Beauty can be depicted,
To become one's replica...
Of a perception of it.
Whether on canvas or in magazines.
3D movies and on smaller screens.
Even in pageant shows,
With beauty depicted row after row...
Of replicas posing,
Hoping to reflect an acceptance of it.
To come close but not a clone.
And beauty represented for what it is,
Can never be duplicated!
Imitated, yes!
Duplicated, no!
Not as much as it can be appreciated,
When first and only seen.
Dolls are manufactured in factories,
To assemble for the purposes of just that.
A duplication of a dream one wishes,
To fulfill as fantasized...
As an image sought one seeks to re-create,
To be perceived as the real thing.
Like a snowflake when under microscope,
But not quite as closely scoped,
To examine as being unique 'and' original.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dissected From Origins of Significance
No matter how it is done.
Whether it is one,
Or a collective gathering of 'some'.
Whatever is dropped...
When watched,
Will hit bottom!
Whether breaking into pieces or not.
An intention has succeeded to create disturbance.
It will never find rest.
From 'that' it has departed.
And debates will not restore it back,
To its place of comfort.
Much like many discoveries,
Dissected from origins of significance.
To have efforts depict it to please an action,
Declared a worthless activity of time spent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Priceless
The fact that you
You think you can
Speak to me
The way you do
It pains me to believe that you
Have never stepped out of the skin you've lived with
And then, and if
This day occurs
Your tongue, the taste
Will immitate a battery
The anti-equilibrium
Your stomach becomes the floor
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was...
A light goes on
Up stairs, the attic is a place of solitaire
Isn't big enough for both of us
So who will swim in eel infested oceans
Kiss and say goodbye
because the tide is coming up and in
Yeah, water, water, water everywhere!
And every chance to sink!
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
It's a proclamation
Of the things you aren't
The ways you wish you were
A split second
Percieving of the way you really look to everyone of them
I wish that you could see because
I wish that you could see
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
song performed by by Incubus
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We All Have Our Separate Cravings
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
When one is outspoken with it
Most people are still in hiding,
Protected by the comforts of denial.
And this has to be respected for what it is.
Some are born to follow.
Preferring to remain,
Collectors of a shallowness.
With a sharing of it that can be borrowed.
It is easy to have peace of mind,
For one who finally finds...
And discovers a wish for it,
To be with them all the time.
Others are accustomed to be led.
This gives them a reason,
To complain and have an axe to grind.
And 'if' this should satisfy...
Let them have their favorite torments wished.
We all have our separate cravings.
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
And that's okay...
To come unassuming,
And to leave that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clutch Too Much
You've got to find inside for you,
The truth to embrace.
Wishing to eliminate to erase,
That which is not appreciated...
About the self can be destructive.
And to clutch too much on a crutch,
One should dissect to cut.
You've got to find inside for you,
The truth to embrace.
It's true,
One should do it.
And it's there.
It one reaches with an awareness.
It's true it's there.
But to clutch too much on a crutch,
One should dissect to cut...
Is not going to happen with wishes.
It has to be sought and faced to eliminate,
To allow all that one is...
To be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Cherish
Cherish our friendship
Cherish the sweet memories
Cherish our sweet dreams
poem by Asif Andalib
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The wind of life
Everything has been taken down
everyone has up and left
gone, like the wind, taking leaves to another place
not necessarily better, but not the same as before
it's like the wind, an external force, is changing
all the leaves know against there own will
two paths to take, the choice at hand
embrace transition or live in your
memories, beautiful, so beautiful
memories, the times of your life
but memories, like a flytrap, like a cobra
lie in wait, appearance oh so memorizing
retreat to them, your memories, and you'll be eaten alive
by the shifting times, the wind
the external force causing constant change
but like a house, built on stone
my love for you will never fall
never bend, no never break
the wind will never move that house
so let the wind have its way
blow me away, blow you away
one thing remains, oh it will never change
poem by Dov Doviak
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Without You
Everything is worthless without you!
Without you only emptiness inside me!
My soul loses his way without you!
Without you I am a burden for myself!
poem by Asif Andalib
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This Kiss
this kiss wasn’t just a kiss
this kiss was the demise of eternal bliss
this kiss wasn’t just a second of meaningless feelings
this kiss was the end of priceless beginnings
this kiss wasn’t just a thing you had to do
this kiss was the duration of me and you
this kiss…this kiss…this kiss
poem by Michael J. Burt
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Voice
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leaves rustle in a dance
the wind, their live band
birds, their vocal ensemble
but your voice remains still
not a sound to be heard
leaves rustle on a tome
your words printed out and bound
inked clues guide memories
but your voice still remains -
faded familiar sound
leave, just leave without a word
your thoughts riding on the wind
echo back that distant call
bring to life this one last time
the hearts you left behind
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Love Life
after the short tryst
he leaves her and she is left alone
to reminisce
his sweat sticking to her skin
his perfume
on her breast and thighs
her tears
do not have the intention
to wash all these memories away
her tears of joy
again on a soliloquy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Who Loses
The one who loses
Is not the one aware
Of a loss or losses lost!
The one who loses
Is the one aware
Of a win that must be won!
This one is not aware of disgrace that comes!
The one who has lost...
Has paid the cost and gains!
And remains unchallenged.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never thinks of being happy, with what one possesses
Everybody dreams
Throughout the life
Always searching
For better living
Fulfilling the desires
Remains the motive
Discontentment comes
When the same is not achieved
Frustration creeps in
Misery sets in
Happiness not to be seen
Keep sweating
Lose sleep
Priorities keep changing
Every day
Wishes increase
Loses peace
Lives in agony
Ready to compromise
With unholy deeds
Forgets the path of god
Wanders like a fraud
Cheating himself
To fulfill the endless wishes
Never thinks of being happy
With what one possesses
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Hollow
You seek fame.
And a name.
With no integrity...
Or dignity with identity attached!
To support and frame your claims.
Keeping your aim and goals unmatched.
Your soul becomes weak.
And shallow success,
Loses its meaning.
A harvest of a sowing,
Has been reaped!
You feel defeated.
Although you may have achieved,
What others believe.
The emptiness felt...
Leaves you depleted.
Hollow!
With that shallowness,
Sought.
But definitely unsatisfying.
'Hollow? '
That depends.
How low are you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who loses his honor loses a lot, who loses his faith, loses everything.
You're my priceless...pri celess! ! !
You are my priceless love
The spring of my heart
Your love is more precious than my life
For you does my heart only care
Your sweet smile is priceless...pri celess
You are the dream of my life
My precious love
Just for seeing you a moment
I can give you my life
Your sweet smile is priceless...pri celess
My heart Still mourning for your love
Though long long years have passed us by
though i know you will never come back
But in my heart still hiding the memories
So deeper of my heart keeping a lighten torch
May one day you'll come still keeping the hope
Your my priceless...pri celess
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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