Relax In The Improvisation Of It All
Premeditation,
Takes too much time to ponder.
With a hesitating in wasted indecision.
Especially when over-rehearsing embellishments.
It will always be my suggestion to do and be done.
Relax in the improvisation of it all.
Then regret to forget eventually,
What has taken place to leave as is.
A little humility shown is forgiveable.
But doubt AND stubbornness mixed to act it out,
Enlarges an inflated ego shown...
To be remembered as an impression left.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Relationship To Address
You have already shown to me,
Your main focus is on yourself.
For many years,
I have been exposed to this.
You have already shown to me,
You have had no time to be of assistance to me.
Those times when I needed,
Your advice and company.
You have already shown to me,
An absolute selfishness.
And now you wish to address 'us'...
As if I should be serious about this?
We could have been lovers and much more.
But when you leave me to go about your business...
I go to my door and lock it.
And feel a relief you have left.
That's how I feel concerning you and me,
In a relationship to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inflated Self Worth
Inflated self worth...
May be a need some must feed,
To receive attention.
Or a curiousity shown,
To them expressed and mentioned.
Eventually to be addressed,
At someone else's expense.
And this often takes place,
When those who love to embellish...
Do so,
When it is realized the audience listening...
Has several unfamiliar and attentive fresh faces.
To accomplish and achieve what one believes,
Is an easier way to notoriety...
Than providing the actual evidence that can be researched.
But then again when one embellishes a delusion,
One is hoping that a dazzling performance is sufficient...
Enough,
To enthrall newcomers and nonbelievers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Mixed Up
Im all mixed up, Im all mixed up about,
All mixed up about you
And no I cant find no reason
To explain the way that I feel
I remember things being clearer
At one t ime things were more real
Im all mixed up, Im all mixed up about,
All mixed up about you
Im not lookin for sympathy
Im just frightened by this apathy
Like footsteps way in back of me
On a narrow street of stone
And if time will answer all questions
Then perhaps a film will be shown
Everyone could mail-order tickets
Yeah, you could sell a lot of shirts
For the last picture show
Im all mixed up, Im all mixed up about,
All mixed u p about you
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Only If It Is Advantageous
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!
Only when an attention has been given,
Will those even notice...
Something or someone under their noses,
Has achieved some degree of notoriety!
And 'shock' not jealousy,
Is the first impression expressed.
And it isn't as if,
What one does has changed at all.
It's the idea that someone else places a value,
On what some has labelled,
Crap, trash or just junk!
And that value is discovered to have merit!
To bring a benefit to not one but to all!
More support would have been shown.
IF a warning of this had been previously known!
~Who knew...
That someone slated for greatness,
Was the subject of irritation placed?
And daily disgraced...
But took it?
Is it too late to change our minds,
And show a deep love and loyalty? ~
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!
And that someone ignored...
May be someone's brother, cousin,
Sister, mother, daugther, father or son...
That had been told more than once,
They should do something else...
Since they are wasting time doing nothing!
At least nothing that is getting legitimately done.
Nothing that is making an impression on anyone!
'Ooooo...
How low can nasty go? '
~Who knew...
That someone slated for greatness,
Was the subject of irritation placed?
And daily disgraced...
But took it?
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done! ~
And that someone who has been ignored...
Has not survived thriving under a rock!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let It Be Known, Let This Be Shown
I am wild
I am crazy
But to you
I am your lady
Let this be known
Let this be shown
I am more than meets the eye
Imp not gone sit back and let the world fly
My feelings for you will never die
Let this be known
Let this be shown
Momma didn't raise any fool
I might seem bad
But I follow the rules
Let this be known
Let this be shown
My body is not your toy
I want a man not a boy
I am a woman not a little girl
Let this be known
Let this be shown
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Letting Things Be As They Should
Why can't people just know things?
Without the need,
To have others explore...
The depths of their experiences.
With proof that they too,
Have chanced upon such revelations.
If shared inducements have come to seduce,
Those of like minds.
It should be received without preconceptions.
Or applied digressive tests...
Empty of benefit.
And manifesting nothing given.
To lay at rest,
Profess confessions.
As defensive mechanisms.
With pretensions,
Eventually...
To be excused and withdrawn.
Knowing a hunger stays craved.
Time wasted moves on.
And does not linger for them,
Who lay awaiting in shadows...
For a piece to complete,
Desires yearned to be touched!
Wanted much but left to discretion.
To become repeated in a self deception.
Why can't people just know things?
Express them...
To find they are not alone.
Letting go.
Allowing someone to know...
What flows within,
Can and will be condoned.
If they left things to be shown.
To manifest connections on their own.
And be accepted...
In the reception of blessings.
To let things be as they should.
Without the interference of enticements...
Misunderstood by mixed signals sent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eager to Learn
On many levels you were told and shown.
In many ways,
The questions you now ask were raised,
And answered.
But the times were too early.
And in those days you shoveled away,
The best advice...
Like snow and ice on your path!
You wanted your outlook to be the one,
With stubbornness to last.
On many occasions you were there in debate.
Waiting to win,
An opinion given.
And even then you made decisions,
You often would regret.
Listening to comprehend,
Some folks like you have never learned to do!
And a suffering for them like yours,
Begins to sink through.
I was a victim myself...
Of a thick skull,
Protecting hard headedness.
Restricted by an ego I would not let go!
And lessons taught I ignored,
To do those things I thought were best.
Until I got tired,
Of blocking my own happiness.
On many levels you were told and shown.
In many ways,
The questions you now ask were raised,
And answered.
Perhaps in these days...
You now feel you are crazed.
And your ways like others you have followed...
Have left you dazed in sorrow.
But tomorrow,
If you let it...
Will come to please with teachings.
And you will be eager to learn...
How to patch those bridges burned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Offends
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
Or do something done,
Without being consciously attached.
I use to be the one to forgive and forget.
No matter who said what to me.
To show no concern or expression of a regret.
And I would laugh when publicly,
I was shown nothing but disrespect.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
Well those days do not exist for me anymore.
I say what I mean and if it offends,
I let others know immediately...
Being provoked I don't consider to be a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Time To Do Has Been Done
Those who have made their false appearances,
Need not to be mentioned with a giving to them...
That kind of attention.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing to others that has been shown...
To leave what has been exposed,
Eventually known.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing not soon to undo...
That proves there has been any integrity intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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song performed by by Vangelis
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Those Ego Driven
'How do you know,
They have no clue...
As to what we are doing? '
Because they have shown no irritation.
'Perhaps we are dealing with,
Something we have never before encountered.'
Don't be preposterous.
Like what?
That is absurd.
'Had you considered,
They just might have the ability to think? '
Listen to me.
Those ego driven are the least to worry about.
'Assuming that's what they are.
And so far...
They have not shown that to be true.
And so far...
We have proven and shown to them,
We are.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack Of Interest
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
'I would love to participate,
With the giving of my time.
But calling me at midnight,
Two days before the event...
Expecting my excitement.
When you spent an entire year,
Procrastinating?
Thank you for your show of respect.
But at this hour,
I would like to get more rest.'
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
With an advertising campaign,
Gone unknown.
~We didn't think you'd be that serious about it,
Since we are just throwing it together.
With a hope of its success.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats My Impression
(tennant/lowe)
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I went looking for someone I couldnt find
Staring at faces by the serpentine
Walking slowly, I realised
Youd been and gone - I know you lied
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
The wind was chilly and the sky was dull
I went for shelter to the temple
Once inside I couldnt believe my eyes
Youd been and gone - I know you lied
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Go to a club - you think Ill be there
I dont go cause Im not a member
You said you went to apologise
Its plain to me thats one more lie
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression (impression)
Thats my impression
I went looking for someone I couldnt find
Staring at faces by the serpentine
Walking slowly, I realised
Youd been and gone - I know you lied
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Thats my impression
Its an expression
And a suggestion
I learned my lesson
Thats my impression
Thats my impression (impression)
Thats my impression
Thats my impression (impression)
I learned my lesson
I went looking for someone I couldnt find
Staring at faces by the serpentine
Walking slowly I - realised
Youd been and gone - I know
You lied - thats my impression
I know you lied
And thats my impression
Thats my impression
My impression
Thats my impression
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Humbling Those Who Are Most Defiant
Anyone wishing to enforce their beliefs,
With a flaunting done insisting their point of view
Is correct with a pouting stubbornness,
No evidence presented will convince.
Should be Left alone to feel offended.
Since,
Truth known as shown
To be clear as clarity for all to see as 'is',
Has a way of humbling those who are most defiant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Parting is forgetting
The good things I did to her remind me.
The reluctances shown by her pricks me.
Her concessions given to me reminds her.
My overt actions shown to her pricks her.
Both set to forget each other, parting.
15.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If It's Love!
It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
That-love-be-true!
It's important that unshown love,
Is a thing one wants to do...
Just to prove what is said,
Is absolutely true.
A hug,
And maybe a kiss.
A touch,
That has been missed.
A show of thoughtfulness...
Can go a very long distance.
A call,
Every once in a while...
Will go further than a mile.
If love is there to be shared...
Show someone they are cared for!
And doubts will come no more.
It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
That-love-be-true!
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love.
Yes!
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love.
Yes!
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
It shoos a boo-hooin'...
Known.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
A hug,
And maybe a kiss.
A touch,
That has been missed.
A show of thoughtfulness...
Can go a very long distance.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No poems published
Since two days no poems are published
As if space has been run out or finished
May be poems are not required
I keep mum as no use to be inquired
I send poem daily as usual
But it has been taken as casual
I have no room to worry
At least I am spared from agony
Comments are well taken and placed
Poems are no were seen as chased
May be some new criteria is laid down
Place might have been reserved for poets quite well-known
I shall need no regret
As it happens with fate
Sometimes favor is shown as good luck
Sometimes clock runs out of time and struck
So is the life to come to an end
For people, well wishers to shed tears as friend
Some may be remembered and some may be forgotten
As the disappearance may be all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Letters
i had a problem on my mind,
the answer to which was hard to find.
i tossed and turned throughout the night
and a knot in my stomach, which i could not fight.
i layed in bed, just abiding my time
waiting for daylight to arrive.
morning finally did come, sleep i had gotten some.
i got up out of bed, picked up the letter
that yesterday i had read.
there it was plain as day.
'sweetheart i love you, but i can't stay.
i must find what i am destined to do.
even if i must hurt my family and you.
i do not want to have a regret on my mind
because i did'nt get up to try.
so i leave you with my heart in hand
it was'nt something that i had planned.
i know that it will hurt my family and you
for i am going through the same hurt too.
you showed me all the beauties in the world
and i grew just like a pearl, but just like a pearl
i have to be shown and admired, and other
hearts, to be set on fire.
so i leave with tears in my eyes, and i must abide my time.
'this is the letter that i had read.'
and my heart was torn and bled.
weeks went by without a word, and to her family
she was not heard.
then i received a letter today, and in it she did say:
i searched the big cities and the towns
but the love i had gotten from all of you, was not to be found.
i did find something that touched my heart
and in me, has become a big part.
the love of a blind child, who was born without sight
who touched my heart with so much might.
he touched my face with his hands, and pulled them back right away
and with that he did say:
i am blind and i can not see, but i feel so much
pain etched in your face, and you left loved
ones without a trace.
you left loved ones with your heart in your hands
and it's something that they can not understand.
you left in search of something that you had all along
and that was a place that you could belong.
i survive because of the love that is shown
and eyes i do not need to see, something that may be hurting me.
if you are searching for something more
then go help the NEEDY AND POOR.
they need love and comfort too, and they belong to me and you.
i turned from the child and AGAIN ran away.
then that night to the LORD i cried and prayed.
when i fell asleep that night, in my dream
all of you were in plain sight.
all of you were beckoning me home, and your broken
hearts were shown.
so i ask you on bended knees, help me with what i've seen.
help me to help the poor, for this is my destiny
of which i'm sure.
she came home and we did marry, and now my baby she carries.
we are helping all in need, for in her
GOD did plant the seed.
poem by Louis Rams
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