Recess
The only recess one is obligated to take,
For as long as one wishes...
Is the one taken after progress has been made.
And to no other does one owe an announcement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who is obligated?
Obligated to take care,
Obligated to spare,
Obligated to be awake,
Obligated to sacrifice,
Obligated to worry,
Obligated to keep smile,
Obligated for life,
Obligated for the name,
Obligated for giving birth,
Obligated for the initial,
Obligated with responsibilities.
What obligation do they have,
When they disown them?
What obligation do they have,
when they abandon them?
What obligation do they have,
when they torture them?
What obligation do they have,
when they walk over them?
What obligation do human have,
when they are alone?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Suffering An Action
An announcement follows an action of dire strength,
The maddening relief has made guns and rifles.
Your hand rejects the firing of men, the whole band of skills,
Then finally a singing and tiring song mastered itself.
May the relish of dancing be made to suffer,
Must we decide how to fail and sadly act?
The announcement of my soul is like the proclamations
Too immediate, too final;
An auction has been committed, finally in the back of the neck,
Justifying my presence and all types of people.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You're not obligated to win. You're obligated to keep trying to do the best you can every day.
quote by Marian Wright Edelman
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There will never be peace
As long as
someone can pull out a gun
to shoot someone dead
as long as
someone can dropp a bomb
on some strangers head
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
as long as
someone can start a war
based on a pack of lies
as long as
someone ignores the truth
when they look deep in your eyes
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
if this is progress
we haven't come too far
if this is progress
we don't know who we are
if this is progress
we are worlds apart
if this is progress
we'd better go back to the start
as long as
someone stabs you in the back
and sticks the knife in good
as long as
someone walks without shame
in streets paved with blood
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
Get Some Rest
Getting little rest...
Isn't what's suggested is the best thing.
But...
Once one is committed,
It's difficult to quit.
Like many would would rather sit,
Just to...
Reminisce a bitterness,
Or...
Ignore the taking of those risks,
To...
Excuse the value of it.
And as a bit of a reminder...
Progress isn't made by sitting.
Progress isn't made by quitting.
Progress takes sacrificing,
What is wanted and what one likes.
And...
Progress isn't made by wishing.
Progress isn't made by shrinking...
Away to sneak a taste of cake,
While awaiting for someone else to make.
And...
Progress isn't made by sitting.
No.
Progress isn't made by quitting.
no.
Progress takes sacrificing,
What one wants, prefers and likes.
And,
Getting little rest...
Isn't what's suggested is the best thing.
But...
Once one is committed,
It's difficult to quit.
Like many would would rather sit,
Just to...
Reminisce a bitterness,
Or...
Ignore the taking of those risks,
To...
Excuse the value of it.
And as a bit of a reminder...
Get up and be tough.
Know,
To quit is not the best thing.
But...
Enough is enough.
And...
When it gets too rough,
You can...
Decide to get tougher.
But...
Get your rest.
Remember,
You can't do nuthin without...
Getting some rest.
You've got to,
Get your rest.
You've got to,
Get some rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Out Of the Kitchen
Ready and hoping for that taste of cake,
After the last slice of it is gone?
To then express attitude,
With an announcement made...
Of how selfish everyone else is.
And at no time saying a thing,
When the cake was being baked?
Or mixed with all of the ingredients,
Put into it 'before' it was placed into the oven.
Nor mention did you one word,
About having a craving for a piece?
Until the last crumb of it,
Had been licked away!
And the aroma of it from the air has ceased.
Look here...
You have no right to point a finger,
At nobody, no time soon.
But you can take all the time you need,
To blame yourself.
I will be your witness if you seek one.
No one here,
Is living to be your personal mind reader!
Let me make that clear...
No ONE here, H with an E-R-E,
Has been assigned to be your personal mind reader.
Take the first step you can away from yourself.
Not to make mental notes or excuses to abuse anyone.
But to open your mouth and declare what it is you wish.
No one is obligated to do that for you but yourself!
Now get out of the kitchen.
You are about to get me heated.
And you don't have it like that.
Not in my home.
You were offered a piece and said nothing.
Do you remember that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Was all this bloodshed and deceit - from Columbus to Cortes, Pizarro the Puritans - a necessity for the human race to progress from savagery to civilization? Was Morison right in burying the story of genocide inside a more important story of human progress? Perhaps a persuasive argument can be made - as it was made by Stalin when he killed pesants for industrial progress in the Soviet Union, as it was made by Churchill explaining the bombings of Dresden and Hamburg, and Truman explaining Hiroshima. But how can the judgement be made if the benefits and losses cannot be balanced because the losses are either unmentioned or mentioned quickly?
quote by Howard Zinn
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Where You're Coming From
You can not walk in my shoes
And expect to achieve progress.
Nor can you look over my shoulder,
To perceive your accomplishments!
Nothing that I've done,
Materialized just on wishes.
You want an easy ride.
Without hard work done...
Or tears to cry!
You want a smooth and clear path,
With time to joke and time to laugh!
They may call this business the creative arts!
But the creative part about it...?
How to sustain a sanity maintained
While holding onto a part of you...
No one but you know!
And It breathes with life but no one sees it!
As ignorant comments are made on a daily basis,
About 'you' and your lack of progress!
You want an easy ride.
Without hard work done...
Or tears to cry!
You want a smooth and clear path,
With time to joke and time to laugh!
You can not walk in my shoes
And expect to achieve progress.
Nor can you look over my shoulder,
To perceive your accomplishments!
Nothing that I've done,
Materialized just on wishes.
Years in the making!
Years with much of my heart breaking!
It took me years...
And don't think I don't notice,
Where you're coming from!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishes...
At one point we've all made wishes
If it was when you blew out your birthday candles....
When you saw a shooting star....
With that little rhyme at night 'star light, star bright, first star i see tonight, i wish i may, i wish i might, have the wish, i wish tonight'
Or even when its 11: 11 and some friends tell you to make a wish
Sure some people will tell you that their wish has come true
Has it really?
Was it really because they just wished for it?
Im not going to lie, but when i was younger i actually said the little rhyme
I made wishes when i blew out my birthday candles
I made wishes when i saw shooting stars
I even made a wish at 11: 11 the other day
I dont think you get what you wished for just by wishing upon a star or something
I think you get what you wished for because in the lords eyes you were to be blessed with it
Wishes dont just happen...
poem by Yvette Flores
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mother's Eyes
I am obligated
I am my mother's child.
She makes me drowned within her awful wry
Every words makes me even, perish to die.
I am obligated
I sense my mother's cry.
But she never knew how much I tried
to be someone, not upon her gruesome wry.
I am tormented
on, becoming my mother's child.
How I wish I could be splendid die
and have those parents other than—
my mother's eyes.
Alex Jhon
There Is A Purpose And Meaning
No one is obligated,
To shoulder another's burden.
Or protect them,
From a misinterpreted view of life.
We all are presented with challenges.
And beset with missions to accomplish.
There is a purpose and meaning,
For being who we are!
No one here has been created,
To do as they please and leave.
Our experiences should teach us that.
But many do not mature to achieve clarity.
Although seeking to be understood,
Seems to be a goal some choose...
To refuse a reality they have been specifically given!
There is a purpose and meaning,
For being who we are!
No one is obligated,
To shoulder another's burden.
Or be shown an escape route,
To glorify their pleasures!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I feel that there has been progress made since I was a boy on matters of race, but we have a long way to go.
quote by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
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Raksha Bandhan
Raksha Bandhan is observed
on the date of full moon
in the month of Shravana
it is the bracelet of safety
made of thread
Raksha Bandhan is a festival
of brothers and sisters
celebrated and enjoyed
with full enthusiasm
On this day sister prays
for love, peace, prosperity
and long life of her brother
or any good wishes as may be
On this day brother swears
to give protection to his sister
to to give all pleasures in her life
to make her life happy and gay
On this day, sister ties this bracelet
made of threads on right wrist
of her brother, make a small rounded
mark with rori or sandal on forehead
of her brother, offer him sweets
Brother offer gifts or his wishes
for her peaceful and prosperous life
Ramesh does think
this festival of love and affection
between brothers and sisters
be observed world wide
No God, Allah, Ishwar or
any spiritual power has any problem
Not only this, all may observe the festival
irrespective of race and religion,
celebrate throughout the year
this will lead us to progress
for a brightest and joyful world.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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When In Rome
When in Rome,
One should adjust to do...
Those activities that Romans choose.
It is not one's place,
To advocate...
What IS or IS NOT acceptable.
Or in poor taste.
When 'not' in Rome...
And that visit of condoning,
Has been left behind and alone...
There is no obligated need,
To continue to feed those traditions.
And 'when' one finds it comforting,
To do what one wishes in one's own home...
That's when it is best to profess and address one's beliefs.
With a feeling,
If one so desires...
To dismiss what is not suitable or fits.
In one's 'own' environment.
With no debate or argument to invite about this.
When 'not' in Rome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated Not to Wait
It seems absolutely foolish,
To live one's life...
Feeling trapped,
By dissatisfaction.
It seems worse than slavery,
To be suited and tied...
With feelings one 'has' to do,
Instead of choosing what one wishes!
To be careened by others...
By a bombardment of career goals.
And then pushed to pursue one...
Completing restricted requirements,
Just to bite one's tongue...
When scolded by an incompetence,
Insisted by someone...
To do what 'is' and not another thing done!
Because of years in a field,
They have!
That same field,
One believed would yield,
Their undoubted happiness!
'What is this shhhh...? '
One quickly silences their trembling lips.
Knowing a 'pink' slip,
Would end their climb into a fall!
It seems absolutely foolish,
To live one's life...
Feeling trapped,
By this dissatisfaction.
To dropp this nonsense,
May require extreme sacrifice.
It may require,
Long and sleepless nights!
It may require,
A decision made...
To live a life one wishes and likes!
Even if one's closest friend,
Pretends they are not noticed...
As one recognizes they have driven by,
In a bright and just waxed Mercedes Benz!
Know this...
To live the life one likes and wishes,
May mean one might have to bite unwanted dust!
However...
That just might mean,
The life one has chosen for oneself...
And likes,
Although lean on social scenes with appearances...
May leave one feeling much siren and pleased,
Deeply breathing freely.
And obligated not to wait on no one...ever!
However...
If one is in question,
As to how to proceed?
And left to wonder...
What will that take,
Without breaking a back
To find that?
The hour has not come...
To be stupid or 'dumb'
For applying rash decisions.
One must be certain,
Any move like this taken...
Leaves one with at least six months paid rent.
Groceries and some common sense,
To avoid any deep trenches...
One might find climbing out of in shock and despair!
Remember...
I am an 'idealistic' writer of this!
And not a magician,
Who can fix any quick and stupid decisions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is An Inside Job
Rest and be inside your peace...
And let those tensions go!
Release them from your mind with ease...
No one has to know.
There is no announcement to be made.
No attention to gather,
When these decisions are made.
Your peace of mind belongs to you.
How you choose to keep it elevated...
No voice outside of you can say.
Or tell you how that is pursued.
This is an inside job!
And only you can be the cause of its success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confused
I thought I knew
Thought I may have figured it out
But
Then
It became so confusing
And
Now
I'm just not so sure
Of
What I thought I understood
I thought I could be certain
Thought I was able to see
With
Some sort of certainty
Even though
How could I be
So
Confident
When, really
I didn't know
Anything
It's pieces of a puzzle
I'm trying to solve
With limited clues
Or
It could be
My overactive imagination
Playing tricks on me
Letting me see
What I want to see
So
I'm sitting
I'm waiting
I figure perhaps
Eventually
If something is
Then, something will
Reveal itself
Of it's own accord
And, reveal itself
With some clarity
Meanwhile
I'm stopping
With the assumptions I made
Because
I thought I figured it out
But
Now
I'm hesitating
I'm halting
I don't mean for it to impede any progress I've made
If I truly made any progress at all
I'm second guessing myself
But
I have to say
It's all because
I'm a bit confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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With this announcement today, the Army has made it clear what we have known all along - that Fort Riley is truly the crown jewel of the United States Army.
Good and Nasty
I am not one to play with.
Or someone to enjoy,
When you take time for recess.
Just for a moment of diversion,
Dipped in scripted pleasures.
You have stayed too long in the books.
Studying for answers,
And how things should look.
Even when it is good and nasty!
I am not an experiment...
For discussion or task to pass!
I am genuine and real.
Nothing in my makeup suggests...
I wish to leave anything covered,
Left alone in the dark untouched.
Or
A search to get dressed...
After satisfying in complete nakedness.
I am not one to play with.
Or someone to enjoy,
When you take time for recess.
My feelings for you are serious.
When you discover them...
We both will become delirious with joy!
Unless you have other methods,
To seduce in display...
To teach and convey,
Lessons of digressions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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