Ready To Declare Yourself Authorized
You read a chapter from a book,
Epic in size and content.
And now you are convinced...
You are prepared to lecture,
On the life of the author?
One who's life not a second did you step!
With or near or 'in'?
Or spent a moment out of breath amazed!
There appears to be many like you,
Who are quick to judge...
Opinionated with assumptions.
And ready to declare yourself authorized,
To wear one's shoes as if any mind...
Can squeeze into them!
Only to realize,
That surfaced research does not unearth depth!
Dedicated:
To those who service, share and condone participating
in shallow relationships just to mask a loneliness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Re-Written
There is no soul or depth.
None that I suspect.
I know you are full of yourself.
And I discovered that with much regret!
I respect you.
But I wont let you flip a switch
On my healing!
You are on the wrong page!
And that chapter you kept...
That read, Squeeze Every Bit Before You Leave
Has been re-written.
Updated!
Without a shallow part,
To annoy or have me grieve!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judged By Just Looking At Its Cover
Do you see that book they are reading,
From beginning to end.
With an intention to absorb something,
From it.
That is the same book,
You judged by just looking at its cover.
And they are the ones discovering,
A more meaning from a life...
You have come to despise.
'You haven't read it either.
Or you wouldn't be here talking to me.'
I see. So quick you are,
To base your opinions on appearances.
I'll leave you with this...
If your head wasn't filled with assumptions,
You would realize...
It doesn't matter where you are,
When making a decision to do what it is you wish.
Instead of trying to impress,
From a point of view that is limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Step in to my shoes
Step in to my shoes please.
Then when you are in my shoes you can comment.
And critisize me.
When you know what it's like to be raped.
When you know what hurt is.
Then you will know my pain.
Step in to my shoes.
Spend one day living as me.
My sad pathetic life.
Live my up hevil strife.
Only when you step in to my shoes.
Will you know what its like.
And only then can you judge me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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This Mask
this is the mask you love most
and it is you who always ask me to wear it
the happy face
the look of a rich man to save you from your financial distress
the look of desire to save you from loneliness
the penetrating eyes
lips hungry for your kisses
smooth skin for you to feast upon in your caress
i will wear this mask today and tomorrow
i have nothing to hide
i am honest and you have loved me
inside this mask
how can i blame you? you also need to relax and feel life
even for a moment
of this illusion
anyway, reality is always there
why bother
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Step Into These Shoes
Step into these shoes feel this heart
Step into these shoes they might fit you
See through these eyes might be the same view
If Id lived through the same things as you
Id share the laughs, and cry the tears that you do
Chorus
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Look into m mind it might fit you
Act out this part is it so different to you
Even if we dont ever agree
The only difference is cosmetically
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Just feel my heart it beats with you
We float downstream in the same canoe
You might find the ocean faster than me
But Ill see it eventually
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Oh feel this heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart oh feel
This heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight anymore
Feel this heart oh feel it
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
song performed by by Howard Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Make It Easier
Im in search of greener pastures
Dont like my gardens what I said
Although Im working harder than last year
Im still deep in the red
I am rowing as hard as I can
And theyre selling me up a stream
Im always one more step away
From the american dream
I got a chip on my shoulder
About the size of a mental block
Ive got someone on the telephone
Trying to sell me a future in stock
Maybe I work too hard to be happy
And I should practice letting go
But its hard not to rock the boat
When youre sailing against the undertow
I want to slide into the black
And wear the black mask
I might not get what I lack
But it doesnt hurt to ask
If I want to sail
I need my life to be breezier
I said please God or someone
Make it easier
I went to sunday school every sunday
Swallowed the bait and I got the hook
When I needed something someday
I would read the good book
Tell me what does it take to get ahead
Sometimes I know Id sell my soul
When it looks like everybody else is flying
And Im crawling in the hole
Well maybe if I open my own business
Maybe if I buy a lottery ticket
Someone tell me what is the secret
To getting out of the thicket
Give me more than just a sample
I need a whole lot of glory
My life become an example
Of the american success story
I want to slide into the black
And wear the black mask
I might not get what I lack
But it doesnt hurt to ask
If I want to sail
I need my life to be breezier
I said please God or someone
Make it easier
I want to slide into the black
And wear the black mask
I might not get what I lack
But it doesnt hurt to ask
If I want to sail
I need my life to be breezier
I said please God or someone
Make it easier
Make it easier
Make it easier
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Book Of My Life
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are number
song performed by by Sting
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A Married Man's A Fool
(Willie McTell)
Had a friend, Louie Brown, he was a deacon
Just as wise as he could be
Now I realized he could read the Good Book
Back from Revelations down to Genesis
You know last Sunday morning we was over to the church
My buddy wants to take him a stand
And he looks out upon that whole congregation
The Good Book in his hand
Now he cast his eye about, and then he looks over in the Amen Corner
All the sisters commenced to shout [What'd he say ?]
He said a married man's a fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him
She stick by you all your life the chances is mighty slim
Now you read the Good Book, chapter twenty-one:
Every married woman got to have a little fun
Read on over chapter twenty-two:
It's a sin to let that woman make a fool outta you
Now you read a little further, chapter twenty-three:
She two-time you, brother, like she double-crossed me
Read on back, over chapter ten:
She shimmy one time, you got the problem again
'Cause a married man's a fool to think that his wife
Loves nobody else but him, I mean, loves nobody else but him
Well, a married man's a fool to think that his wife
Loves nobody else but him
She stands by you all your life the chances is mighty and slim
Now you read on over twenty-fifth page:
Married womens, Lord, is hard to engage
Read kinda careful, chapter twenty-six:
Back door slamming you got to learn to get it fixed
Read on out, chapter twenty-eight:
Who's that back slidin' out through the back gate ?
I believe I'll close on chapter twenty-nine:
Woman get tired of the same man all the time
'Cause a married man's fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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I Did Not Read That Book
You'd like for me to be the one,
To engage as 'you' play...
The cat,
And I the mouse.
Under one roof.
As you stop and go,
As you choose.
Or a round of 'tag'...
For me to guess,
What mood you are in.
As you disappear to sit...
To leave me wondering,
If it is time for 'hide and seek'.
Depleting me of emotions...
Guessing for weeks,
Where you may be...
When you decide to abandon me.
With my needs and desires...
To take care of with my right hand?
That time you may plan for me to waste,
While you charade in escapades...
Enjoying those escapes,
Will not happen here in my life!
You want to find yourself?
To explore excuses to live?
I don't have to give you that permission.
Those conditions I will not condone.
That is why your calls I have ignored.
And decided to leave you alone!
I do not have an open door policy.
Not for that kind of attraction...
You believe motivates me to love!
I did not read that book!
Nor am I the author of any stupidity,
You 'think' I might authorize...
As a highlight for a way of life,
You and I will live!
I don't think so.
You should not base 'my' thoughts,
On 'your' assumptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Book
Have you ever opened a book?
And feel like it’s your life
As you watch each page go pass
You think where did I get lost
Each chapter is an ending
Of what was or what could have been
But each new chapter a beginning
Brings you hope to live again
But the hardest thing in life
Is as you turn each page
You must learn to pass the pain
That lies between the pages
Each chapter a lesson
In life’s little games
Then we smile at ourselves
As we close the last page
To look forward to anew
Of a new chapter in our life’
We smile and nod
At the new book of life
poem by Kaila George
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Today... 'Author of eternal salvation
The last eternal chapter has been written
telling of how The Lamb of God was smitten.
This great story of salvation I will tell
of the Saviour who has saved my soul from hell.
My song will echo throughout eternity
and I'll sing Your praise in the heavenly city.
Life everlasting to all those who obey
eternal salvation as we walk God's way.
Prayers and petitions are offered on high
by the Only Son who came to earth to die.
The Author of Eternal Salvation came
for it was to bear our sin and all its shame.
For the Author of Life died upon the cross
suffering such agonising shame and loss.
Then rising from the dead He ascended high
into the heavens and nevermore will die.
And my name in love He has recorded there
In the Book of Life kept safe in heavens care.
With His crimson blood each letter He has penned
Waiting for the day when the book is opened.
All of the redeemed gathered in safety there
‘n the glory together each will declare
they were saved from Gods great condemnation
By the Author of Eternal Salvation.
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Another Book Written By The Heavenly Author
I was intricately woven upon Your heavenly loom
as You carefully knit me together in my mothers womb.
In that most secret of places when my conception took place
You prepared me for my birth and entry into the human race.
Before the first moment of my earthly existence began
You had written in Your book my inmost being and life plan.
Each syllable penned with words in calligraphy composed.
There as each sentence was handwritten the paragraphs flowed.
From the first chapter of my birth to the last one of my death
each had been lovingly written before I'd taken a breath.
I praise You that I am fearfully and wonderfully made
the handiwork of my Great Creator is in me displayed.
My life is like a book that can be read by everyone
because it tells of Your Grace and the wonders Jesus has done.
For in Your mercy before the world was made and time began
You had included this poor child in Your great Salvation plan.
Married Mans A Fool
(willie mctell)
Had a friend, louie brown, he was a deacon
Just as wise as he could be
Now I realized he could read the good book
Back from revelations down to genesis
You know last sunday morning we was over to the church
My buddy wants to take him a stand
And he looks out upon that whole congregation
The good book in his hand
Now he cast his eye about, and then he looks over in the amen corner
All the sisters commenced to shout [whatd he say ? ]
He said a married mans a fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him
She stick by you all your life the chances is mighty slim
Now you read the good book, chapter twenty-one:
Every married woman got to have a little fun
Read on over chapter twenty-two:
Its a sin to let that woman make a fool outta you
Now you read a little further, chapter twenty-three:
She two-time you, brother, like she double-crossed me
Read on back, over chapter ten:
She shimmy one time, you got the problem again
cause a married mans a fool to think that his wife
Loves nobody else but him, I mean, loves nobody else but him
Well, a married mans a fool to think that his wife
Loves nobody else but him
She stands by you all your life the chances is mighty and slim
Now you read on over twenty-fifth page:
Married womens, lord, is hard to engage
Read kinda careful, chapter twenty-six:
Back door slamming you got to learn to get it fixed
Read on out, chapter twenty-eight:
Whos that back slidin out through the back gate ?
I believe Ill close on chapter twenty-nine:
Woman get tired of the same man all the time
cause a married mans fool to think that his wife love nobody else but him
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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The Front Line
The unknown causes fear for most,
but I look at it as,
a friend waiting for me.
It could be good,
could be bad,
but all I know is,
I'm ready for it.
I'm ready to run if I must,
I'm ready to draw my sword,
I'm ready to fight till
my final breath,
a true fight till
the death.
Get in line,
all armor on and firm,
for tonight blood will be poured out
upon all people,
those with swords,
and those with shields,
all will feel such pain.
Are you ready,
to draw your sword
then step out onto
the front line?
Are you ready,
to say good-bye,
to those you loved?
Life isn't easy,
so think fast and come quick,
run now and you won't
need to worry,
about the blood others will shed.
Run and be quick,
hurry and escape.
before they take my life,
all because
I tried to save yours.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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You Cant Judge A Book
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
When I was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said I tried my best to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
Then I left school and moved around
And what I saw and what I found
Made me remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
And now I think, by now Id know, that what appears is not always so
And I remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Healing Through Poetry
The content of her book is very nice
And what she writes about she knows
She tells us of her struggles so well
Her love for God and His Son just flows
I am so glad that I got her book
Faith thru her book the soul uplifts
From my heart I recommend it to you
'Healing through Poetry' is a poetic gift
I really enjoyed reading this book so much
She surely shares some of her hopes and pain
Her poetry is a true tale of faith and love
Mary's healing thru Christ shows not in vain
Wonderful author gave me another perspective
Her love for her son shines all the way indeed
Poetry content can bring inspiration to all
For my part I'm happy that her book I've read
November 22,2009
Author's note: 'Healing Through Poetry.' This is Mary Ann Duhart's first poetry book.
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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No Fixed Address
what did I get by touching the womb of life
what comes and what goes
the tears I cried
came back as a mystic smile of life
the love sick tune of the nightingale
the burning midnight
just like a violin in tune
no nothing is left inside
I wear a song in my torn heart
loneliness o loneliness
i wear the ornament of desire
in the wide awake nights
what did I get?
what sheds and what blooms
whatever I have lost
become a malicious smell of past
I'm defeated and I lose
i build and i lose
I break and i lose
then what did I get? ?
the roots of the cut
putting it where it pains most
the mourn song of the sunbeams
and these sweet sour and bitter moments
life is not an epic
neither I'm a epic character
i just play in one scene and die in the other
yet still I put the touch of Midas
in womb of life
and I enjoy the days of self proclaimed exile
time snatched away spring from me
and never returned it back
may be some day death will take
me away to return back to life
I'm waiting! ! !
poem by Jyotishman Debnath
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Blue Suede Shoes
(carl perkins)
Well, its one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready and its go man go
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-huh honey, lay off of my shoes
And dont you step on my shoes
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And dont you step on my blue suede shoes
You can burn my house, steal my car
And drink my liquor out of my fruit jar
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And dont you step on my shoes
Dont step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And dont you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, its down on beale street late one night
A woman got mad and started a fight
Split my chin and bust my nose
Tore out the back of my best suit of clothes
I said, knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And dont you step on my shoes
Dont step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh honey stay off of my shoes
And dont you step on my blue suede shoes
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Pointless Perturbation
Sometimes I am humored,
By those with shallow depth.
The ones 'assuming'...
Anyone who speaks with a depth,
Has to represent or be connected...
To those who are of 'liberal' ideals.
And they share their 'gifts' of wisdom.
Sometimes I laugh to myself,
When I think how limited...
Programmed minds can be.
Especially when I am approached and asked...
Where did I study.
And what favorite subjects did I have?
With which grade point average did I obtain my degree?
Not too often,
But there have been times I am amazed...
When some people believe,
They are born with more intelligence...
Heaven sent.
And those perceived below them,
Need assistance to connect sentences.
And it is always that 'one'...
Who seems to come to baffle them all.
That 'one' no one can quite figure out.
And that 'one' somebody,
That can not be quite figured out?
Sleeps peacefully like a baby at night.
But...
Can get quite cranky quick.
Like an aging man,
Being disturbed...
By a needless and inquisitive,
Pointless perturbation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old marriage style
Unwillingly ushered in a house unknown,
Saw a young lady keeping head down,
White complexioned girl with eyes brown,
Almost frozen but expressions not frown,
I was at pained to learn orthodox way,
Children still not allowed having a say,
Uncertainty more and prediction less,
What is in store only assumptions and guess?
With great courage one may ask “hello”
Limited conversation and tradition to follow,
Parents present and limited talks,
Accompany to little distance with few step walks;
I am your would be companion,
Running a shop but not a champion,
Will allow freedom that you need,
No dowry, nothing or any more greed,
“Will you marry me” simply I ask,
Rush blood on face but hide in mask,
Wait for an answer and okay the proposal,
Parents too were ready for quick disposal,
Quick come yes as no competition,
answer ready even without question,
so stage is ready for lovely meet,
parent happy and exchange greet,
Day for final count down almost arrive,
simple way to wed and not to connive,
It’s way of life and norms to follow,
promise made doesn’t seem hollow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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