Regardless of the Lack of Proof
To cling to that which is changing,
Splits and widens the gap...
Between that which is wished,
And dismissing the honesty attached
With facts.
Some will choose to cling,
As if clinging onto what has gone
Brings back anything stronger than before.
Reality is ignored and slips from those insisting...
It isn't what it is.
And even though what it is, is missed?
Eyes refuse to acknowledge its existence.
Even if it sits in their faces to stare.
They cling onto visions.
Hoping that myths aren't just mental visitations,
They've become deluded with and overwhelmed.
Regardless of the lack of proof,
That eludes their aloofness that seeks to be soothed.
And pampered by a deludedness kept attractive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The couple must cling
Two trees cannot cling to each other
And two vines do not cling together.
To cling, there be a tree and a vine.
Bend your wife or bend to her utmost.
Be supple if she is not supple
Or divide between you the time and the place
As to when and where each be supple.
Between the couple must there be clinging
For the welfare of home and children.
Once accustomed, discomfort is over.
15.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fata Morgana
Sworn into secrecy
We waft in the air
With innocuous wings
Slicing the horizon
To reveal what we are
This mirage,
This esoteric mesh
This loud silence
Venting through the fringe
With all the colors
Of the blackest stars
With streams in our eyes,
With candles in our palms,
Who are we to judge
The meander of hearts?
When we are astray
From the very start
Cling onto hope
Cling onto fear
Cling on with you lissome hands
Let the beating be surreal.
poem by Norman Santos
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We Give Them Our Power
From them only negative stuff we do hear
They tell us who to trust and tell us who to fear
We want to believe the lies to us they tell
They promise Utopia and give us Earthly Hell.
We want to believe every word that they say
And for to cling to power they create us and they
We help to create our own reality
The blind in the light of day never do see.
Their pre election promises they never do keep
We give them our power and we follow like sheep
They tell us who to fear and them we believe
And they laugh behind our backs and us they deceive.
Through false patriotism to power they do cling
And the praises of war heroes they gladly do sing
They cling on to power and they cheat and they lie
Whilst in the wars they created the innocents die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Creator's Tests
A boldness to live escapes them.
Afraid to offend they are.
A fantasized existence is persisted,
And subdues.
A truth eludes their presence.
In an unhappiness they reflect.
Too much of it has confused.
A stubbornness has created their mental illness!
A truth within them is abused.
A deluded frame of mind they protect.
As if this is not revealed and viewed.
And they pray to God to keep their visions.
But what God decides they neglect!
They wish God to listen to them and their desires.
But they give Him no respect.
They choose to keep their eyes closed tight.
Hoping a miracle will come to remove their regret!
They want their insights to be classified as best.
Believing they are The Creator,
Instead of The Creator's tests!
They leech upon the Earth as pests.
And this they can not accept.
But they are.
We all are in this illusion!
This illusion is evolving.
It does not rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some men tend to cling to old intellectual excitements, just as some belles, when they are old ladies, still cling to the fashions and coiffures of their exciting youth.
quote by Jane Jacobs
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Rubber Ring / What She Said
Yeah !
What she says :
"how come someone hasn't noticed
That i'm dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, i'm ready !"
La-la-la ...
What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection she's had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
La-la-la ...
What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
No no no ...
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she said :
"i smoke because i'm hoping for an
Early death
And i need to cling to something !"
What she said :
"i smoke because i'm hoping for an
Early death
And i need to cling to something !"
No no no no ...
song performed by by Smiths
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What She Said
What she said :
How come someone hasnt noticed
That Im dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, Im ready !
La-la-la ...
What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection shes had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
La-la-la ...
What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
Oh ...
No no no ...
What she read
All heady books
Shed sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she read
All heady books
Shed sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she said :
I smoke cos Im hoping for an
Early death
And I need to cling to something !
What she said :
I smoke cos Im hoping for an
Early death
And I need to cling to something !
No no no no ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Love Evaporates
Brother or sister would cling to you
Provided they are poorer than you.
Poorer than them you would cling to them.
In prosperity, love would evaporate.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.
quote by James Baldwin
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I See That 'You' You Are
You may not need me,
Now.
Like you will.
Or,
Can say what you feel,
Now.
But somehow...
I know.
And that which I know...
No longer do I question,
Reasons why or how I do!
I know...
Your life lived is not a gift picked,
From a grab bag.
To exchange for something wished,
That is better than what you have.
And comparing your life...
Brings to you an unwanted sadness.
I know this.
I know...
You have been selected for a test.
And to pass it wont be easy.
I know...
Not too many can accept,
This gift that they get.
And they choose to disrespect it.
To leave it neglected.
Desperate is the grieving...
That becomes reflected.
And I know...
Those tempestuous storms,
One expects when clouds appear.
Come along to cleanse you,
From ills and evil.
Dispensed around you to endear!
When they come...
Do not hold them near.
Wish them away to disappear.
But you must cling onto faith without fail.
You can,
You must and will prevail!
To triumph and conquer,
Over your disturbing mental turbulence.
You may not need me,
Now.
Like you will.
Or,
Can say what you feel,
Now.
But somehow...
I know.
I know!
Because I see that 'you' you are...
In me!
And I am not about to go,
To leave you alone to suffer.
That...
I am not going to allow!
Like I did...
Before I saw the me in you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Give Tomorrow Less Reason To Exist
So gone but with a going on,
Are those yesterdays living...
Within my mind.
To find and give time.
Clinging like grapes,
Yet to ripen on a vine.
Are those yesterdays remembered.
As if to forever live.
Giving tomorrow less reason to exist.
As those yesterdays gone,
Cling on and on permitted unresisted.
Like unripened grapes on a vine,
To watch and give more time to find.
So gone but with a going on,
Are those yesterdays living...
Within my mind.
To find and give time.
Clinging like grapes,
Yet to ripen on a vine.
Are those yesterdays remembered.
As if to forever live.
Giving tomorrow less reason to exist.
As those yesterdays gone,
Cling on unresisted.
Giving tomorrow less reason to exist.
As those yesterdays gone,
Cling on unresisted.
As those yesterdays cling on unresisted,
To give tomorrow less reason to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom
I’m a weed on
A cliff, I hang out with
An eagle, but maybe the
Flowers are the weeds.
I’m free and they
Are not, I cling to rocks,
They cling to a pot of dirt.
When there is an earthquake
I will be safe but the flowers
Will not. They are plucked
And put into jars of water
They will die, but I will
Live free and long.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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When September Arrives, Again
September arrives and Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
September arrives,
And the sky loses brightness.
Winds start to whip...
Leaves off of trees.
I use to wonder,
Why I heard thundering...
As it rained to bring a change to things.
September seems erratic and dramatic.
Shifting as it does...
To prepare all for the Winter.
Children return to school,
As cool winds descend.
September has come back,
Again...
So quickly.
September arrives,
And Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
When September arrived.
And Autumn began,
With winds again.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
As Autumn began,
With winds again to begin.
When September arrived.
When September...
Arrived!
When September,
Arrives...
Again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This To Cling To
This to cling to:
We are together
Now, years later
In a dream-heavy place
We are in Paris
We are happy
We are in love
You are divine
This springs from somethin' deeper
Beyond a dream-heavy hour
Beyond desire
Beyond my control
This dream
This thought
This memory
This to cling to
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Neva Get Enuf (feat. Lil Wayne)
ft. Lil' Wayne
3L and Wayne, what up
Listen, I'm way better than that chump
Sorry 'cause I let her get her stuff
'Cause she shiftin' with a brother who could never get
enough of her
I'd go tough for her, could never do enough for her
Mad love for her, mad thoughts of her
Days and days again
And I'm like Rocky, where's my Adrianne
Now holler back
Sweethearts bounce if you feel me
Little women love, little me never get enough
Why every time I meet a guy who wants to try
To get my mathematics I deny
He wants to take me home, he's out of his mind
Will I ever meet someone for me
He's gotta be the one
That I'm daydreaming to spend my time with
He's gotta be the one
With no chicks attached and that's my man
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, yes, I call and he
calls me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
I, I'm so glad I came across this kind of guy
He didn't ask me for my number, I thought why
Then when I got the chance and now he's gentle inside
Now he's the one that's got me open wide
He's gotta be the one
That I'm daydreaming to spend my time with
He's gotta be the one
With no chicks attached and that's my man
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, yes, I call and he calls
me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
Mom, I stop to holler, not to bother
If you busy I'll wait out for hours
I'mma stick my wait out all the way out for hours
What you know 'bout bein' hot for hours and not from
showers, shh...
Not yet though, how 'bout some flowers
How 'bout we hop the wild one, knock out some lobster
I could make your problems easy , stop jabbin' and
slabbin'
Weezy never get enough
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, yes, I call and he calls
me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, when I call him he calls
me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
song performed by by 3LW
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Cling not to experiences for ever-changing are they.
3rd And 2
What should one do?
When left is a clue...
A 3rd disappointment awaits to cling?
What should one do?
When a recovery has been made,
After healing from 2 splits and divorce.
And a temptation presented by someone new,
With their eyes fixed on the closeness of a goal...
Seen before from another time explored.
Quick one remembers the exchanging of I do's.
And twice this has devastated.
To go through with a remorseful act,
Leaving no one elated about that.
And to be baited for a third attempt to try?
One should not contemplate this...
When it is easier to dry those tears that fall,
Temporarily cried from weeping eyes.
What should one do?
When left is a clue...
A 3rd disappointment awaits to cling?
I would say today,
Milk that cow without delay.
And cap it with a hat,
To ensure nothing strays.
And at a certain age,
Listening to someone moan 'daddy'...
Is better to hear momentarily in the ears,
Than it is for a lifetime from a pocket to pay.
'So...
Marriage for us is out of the question? '
Let's agree to 'this' about 'that'...
Not only is it not a game I wish to ever play again!
But far it is from the park,
In which I wish to recover from the tossing...
Of my uncovered balls.
'It's difficult for you to handle your sentiments gently,
Isn't it? '
That depends on the condition of the field at play.
I don't like it too wet or too dry...
Before I arrive to heat it up.
'To score and then to leave? '
Exactly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening to Their Lack of Facts
They claim to be in self defined exile.
Losing a grip on crushed realities.
None lived to believe in...
And still they wish them pleased.
Sitting on the brink of total change.
And they keep a faith...
Followed and fake.
Listening to their lack of facts,
From a brain that has missed the train...
Offers little satisfaction,
To those who aren't insane.
Exposed they are,
To show their consciousness.
And grateful to meet someone...
Doing the best that can be done.
Taking life as it comes...
Without the sharing of complaints.
Or trying to find some.
Busy bees with mental freezes...
Listening to their lack of facts.
In any season,
You'll see them in packs.
Discussing new blues!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This I Feel, Breathe and See
Who is there unaware and in doubt,
That I live to be attached to You?
Have I been excluded to delude on my path?
Am I not as valid as a blade of grass?
In lilting winds I cling.
Like a leaf that buds to grow,
To then become old to wither from a tree.
Proceeding successfully from one stage to the next.
I need no proof to show this.
I am exposed therefore I need not ask.
Or become perplexed by Your given tasks!
This I feel, breathe and see!
Who is there unaware and in doubt,
Every thought I have carried about...
Generates from and connects to You.
Every movement on this planet,
Has been created by You and approved.
Those shallow in darkness,
With perceptions they exist to live apart...
Would not experience the radiance of light.
Nor would sleep peacefully at night with quiet hearts,
If not for You to soothe them in slumber.
And those who sustain,
A choice to wallow away in fear and pain...
Accept their sufferings in separate agonies.
As if in aloneness,
They stay to appreciate their self inflicted grief.
With a straining to remain...
In a hopelessness that's gained.
Who is there unaware and in doubt,
That I live to be attached to You?
In lilting winds I cling.
Like a leaf that buds to grow,
To then become old to wither from a tree.
Proceeding successfully from one stage to the next.
I need no proof to show this.
I am exposed therefore I need not ask.
Or become perplexed by Your given tasks!
This I feel, breathe and see!
Within a never ending eternity,
Too massive for me to conceive.
As I gratefully continue,
On my blessed and treasured journey.
Acknowledging as I witness...
This experience is not all about me,
To profile or prejudge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Let Go Now
By michael mcdonald
It was so right, it was so wrong
Almost at the same time
The pain and ache a heart can take
No one really knows
When the memories cling and keep you there
Till you no longer care
And you can let go now
Its wrong for me to cling to you
Somehow I just needed time
From what was to be-its not like me
To hold somebody down
Chorus:
But I was tossed high by love
I almost never came down
Only to land here
Where loves no longer found
Where Im no longer bound
And I can let go now
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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