Repeat...
Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
Something is missing,
From the listening process.
There are too many claiming,
To have this access that's exchanged.
Observed is a continuance...
Increasing a confusing mess that's gained.
Whatever is being confessed,
In these 'obsessions' one has and receives...
Where are the blessings being bestowed,
To spread from these 'sessions'
Digested and professed
When congregations
Disperse and leave.
Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached.
Many are not about in an outreach,
From the preachings observed...
Heard and 'suppose' to teach!
Leaving after being 'served'
With a 'wholesomeness' from these 'cliques'.
Are people who are full of themselves,
Making it apparent...
They are nothing more than hypocrites!
Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
Something is missing,
From the listening process.
There are too many claiming,
To have this access that's exchanged.
Observed is a continuance...
Increasing a confusing mess that's gained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Set One Free
If there is no true serenity
In the divinity that is being fed,
Or preached.
And it does not release one
From their shackles
To experience the higher self,
As meant to be!
To set one free...
To be as one should be!
It should be abandoned immediately!
And one should seek the truth...
Only a personal journey can deliver!
God will ALWAYS be there to guide that faith,
That comes from within!
One can not be broken,
When the heart still beats...
To afford one a chance to mend,
With all that has been sent and given!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Faced Preacher
Writer, hank williams
(e) let me tell you bout a preacher,
With a cane and a long tailed coat, (e7)
Let me (a) tell you bout a preacher,
With a cane and a long tailed (e) coat,
But he (b7) does all his preachin,
With his eyes on the women - (e) folk.
Chorus
(e) send him back, send him back, where he (e7) was be - (a) fore,
Hes a (b7) two-faced man, and we dont want him here no (e) more.
Well he preached about gamblin, said its a sin and its a shame,
Yes he preached about gamblin, said its a sin and its a shame,
But when I met him in a alley, he won my watch and chain.
Repeat chorus
Well he preached about liquor, said leave the stuff alone,
Yes he preached about liquor, said leave the stuff alone,
But then I saw a deacon, totin the preacher home.
Repeat chorus
Well he preached about wedlock, the finest thing in life,
Yes he preached about wedlock, the finest thing in life,
But then I saw the preacher, kissin brother jacksons wife.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Quickly Assessed To Suspect
If one's intelligence was a defense used against,
The strangle hold of an increasing ignorance...
And events associated to its prominence.
To end with a smothering of common sense.
Then why has it been an exorbitant expense,
To convince...
That the education one has is a vital benefit.
Especially today when many are offended,
By anyone with a thought process...
Confessing an expertise easily to connect dots.
Confusing many to address without that ability.
And once this is admitted with a proof that is served,
That person becomes quickly assessed to suspect...
As a threatening nonconformist to be watched and observed.
'Do you mind passing me more BS, please?
The taste of it is so fresh.
Is it 'never' out of season?
Or does that depend on its presentation...
And the supply and demand for its need? '
I have not a clue.
But it is delicious, isn't it?
'Yes.
Is there more? '
As much of it as you would like.
Light, mild or spicy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gift Received
The best gift anyone,
Could present to themselves would be...
An ability to actively listen,
With an intention to comprehend.
To leave an exchanged communication done,
As a gift received...
One will always regard as priceless,
With an increasing done to other accepting abilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solace And Serenity
swimming around
two fish in a barrel
no one there to pull me out
they leave me to die
how could they know
whoever could know me
tied to your tales of woe
my tale to your stone
two angels hanging out upon the ceiling
watching all the stories we must tell
of solace and serenity
solace and serenity
a silence so sad
the water drains out
the oxygen is killing me
and all things i ever loved
lost a drop at a time
the lazy days drown
drift into a perfect sleep
baking in that mean old sun
i wish i could dance
to solace and serenity
solace and serenity
a silence so sad
solace and serenity
i just wanna dance
this might make you laugh
i don't mean to amuse you
but i just have a simple view
of where it went wrong
solace and serenity
solace and serenity
i just wanna dance
song performed by by Zwan
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Freelanced Delusions
Trite expressions exchanged,
Are as satisfying as scheduled rehearsals...
For an anticipated wedding,
That has no performance date to occur.
Or a sermon heard that is preached,
About the evils of sin.
And the evils of sin are taught to teach,
Over and over again.
A repetition done dawns on the listener,
With a purpose served...
That becomes less effective.
And affects discouragement.
Why can't folks just be upfront?
And be for real.
Instead of killing time...
To appeal to one's mind.
Why can't folks just be upfront?
And confront the truth.
Instead of diluting it...
To soothe with freelanced delusions.
Trite expressions exchanged,
Are as satisfying as scheduled rehearsals...
For an anticipated wedding,
That has no performance date to occur.
Or a sermon heard that is preached,
About the evils of sin.
And the evils of sin are taught to teach,
Over and over again.
Why can't folks just be upfront?
And be for real.
Instead of killing time...
To appeal to one's mind.
And why can't folks just be upfront?
With a confronting of the truth.
Instead of diluting it,
To soothe with freelanced delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Has Not Been Your Objective
I will not slip into wickedness,
Because that is what you wish.
Nor will I pray to be forgiven of sins.
Or temptations you have teased me with.
I am not the one,
To be conditioned how to live.
With your beliefs thrown upon me,
To keep me feeling of myself as negative.
This process you have chosen,
To diminish my identity.
Will never sit well...
With contradictions you uphold.
And do not dispel.
But choose to dangle in front of me,
As a process of an equality.
And to find within restrictions,
A limitation to place my need to be me...
Will never satisfy an acceptance of a life,
That is mine!
With a pride and dignity I carry inside.
With a presence I do not seek for you to define.
To you I do not owe an existence,
By which I will sit in a wickedness...
Inflicted by your wishes,
To teach as lessons preached.
In sermons from pulpits to have me reach...
For wings in the beyond.
While you use my ignorance,
To leech from me my freedom?
In a continued display that maintains disrespect.
And you want me to believe,
This is all I can expect?
If ever you see me on my knees...
Not a vision of you do I have,
Coming to my aid with aims to please.
And blessings I have received from God,
Has taught me the clarity of that!
You are not the creator of my breath.
Or separate dreams kept,
To fulfill you can meet to satisfy or have met.
And I have known that has not been your objective!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back Into The Universe
This is your God repeat
As we wander back into the universe
We render ourselves into a higher plane
Believing we will never wonder why again
He surely must be laughing mr universe
Seeing us slowly head towards our goal
Only the joke is we dont know what it is at all
Yet our gods teach us divinity
And we go on searching for you and me
As for the universe
This is your god
The orders truly random in the universe
And where will we be in a thousand years
Soothingly searching to allay our fears
Well now weve wandered backwards to eternity
Were changing the concept of belief in time
Re arranging the clock that dictates our minds
Yet our gods teach us divinity
And we go on searching for you and me
As for the universe
This is your god
As for the universe
This is your god
This is your god
song performed by by Simply Red
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Garden Of Serenity
Come on take my hand
Come on little stranger
The spirits are angry
Stay away from danger
This is insanity
This could be the end
This is insanity
Farewell my friend
In the garden of serenity
In the garden of serenity
In the garden of serenity
In the garden of serenity
Meet me in the graveyard
We'll walk among the dead
On a midnight odyssey
Riding in my head
I'm not your enemy
Girl
song performed by by Ramones from Halfway To Sanity
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Christ himself, who preached the life of love, was yet as lonely as any man that ever lived. Yet I could not say that he was mistaken because he preached the life of love and fellowship, and lived and died in loneliness; nor would I dare assert his way was wrong because a billion men have since professed his way and never followed it.
quote by Thomas Wolfe
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Great masters neither want nor need your worship. Your greatest gift to them and yourself is to emulate their divinity by claiming it as your own.
quote by Alan Cohen
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When Jesus Spoke
When Jesus spoke his God self was coming through,
the same God self as me and you.
We are not separated from God,
we just lost our way,
We need to change our beliefs this present day.
We come full circle with technology,
we are at it's mercy if we don't see,
See the spiritual beliefs that ring true.
we can't mess with divinity.
Like the clones we are making will become a disaster,
watch Rise Planet of the Apes and try to capture,
the moral of the story in the end,
we will mess up and have to start all over again.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 20,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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I have observed, too, that the people of the many countries that I have visited are showing an ever increasing interest in the classical and traditional music of their own cultures.
quote by George Crumb
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A Picture Painted Expresses A Thousand Words
People may make claims,
That a picture painted...
Expresses a thousand words.
When exhibited as observed.
And if that is true...
Why is it that the very same people,
Upon getting explicit explanations...
Aren't comprehending what they've heard,
To further ask unending questions?
Or could it be,
That picture painted once received...
Purchased and possessed,
Has deceived one's perception of it...
Once removed from its impressive setting,
That changes its effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God's Sense of Humor
God has a sense of humor and
If you have time I have a tale.
In military basic training land
The youngsters - not always young -
Always come to chapel..
It is the only place where they are free
Loosed temporarily from the fetters of their captivity.
Basic is a place of pressure and of pain
Access to the military a goal to be gained.
The process lasts about twelve weeks
Twelve being the number choosen by our greatest teacher.
One Christmas eve with help from wife
Her intent being to help ease my preaching strife
A great sermon was spoken to the uniformed throng
Their attentiveness told me absolutely nothing was wrong.
A great sermon preached to a sea of faces
A little less pain in one of God's strange places.
But the best was yet to be
For God's sense of humor held a gift for me
That in that night of greatest pastoral power
A goal of rich adolescent vision had come to flower.
poem by Bill Grace
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When Jesus Spoke
When Jesus spoke his God self was coming through,
the same God self as me and you.
We are not separated from God,
we just lost our way,
We need to change our beliefs this present day.
We come full circle with technology,
we are at it’s mercy if we don’t see,
See the spiritual beliefs that ring true.
we can’t mess with divinity.
Like the clones we are making will become a disaster,
watch Rise Planet of the Apes and try to capture,
the moral of the story in the end,
we will mess up and have to start all over again.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 20,2011
www.purplepoems.com www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Physically Challenged
I understand.
My methods to teach,
Are not acceptable.
But your honor...
All I asked my son to do,
Was to use the broom...
To sweep with it.
He then told me...
'If you know how to use it,
Do it!
You're not physically challenged! '
And he was right.
Both of us have learned 'something'
From this embarrassment.
And I am guilty for teaching him a lesson,
He will never forget.
Hopefully he will recover,
For the injuries received as he ran from me...
To get hit by that car.
He would have healed quicker,
If he had stayed still to get hit in the head...
By the broomstick!
Now he's laid up in the hospital.
And I'm sentenced to sit in a cell,
Wishing I did not yell...
But knocked him out instead!
With a thinking process quickly implemented.
Saving us both from such pain.
Even though remorse has been gained from this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monitored By Psychopaths
Can it be those days ahead for us to come,
Will be monitored by psychopaths.
And those displaying any mental stability,
Will become imprisoned based upon suspicion...
Of having a thought process that threatens,
The technology of updated surveillance equipment.
And having been accused to care less,
Who has observed them daring to be peaceful.
AND with a happiness they only address.
'You were observed daring to be peaceful.
AND expressing happiness.
What is your defense? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V – 2010) The Serenity of Solitude
At times lonely
When we go for a solitary walk
Down the silent valley of solitude:
As we whisper a casual word
It echoes back to us with a renewed energy!
That’s the serenity of solitude.
As we throw a casual glance
It captures for us a hitherto unseen beauty!
That’s the serenity of solitude.
As we touch a casual thought
It blooms before us as profound poetry!
That’s the serenity of solitude.
At times busy
Something entices us to take a solitary walk –
That’s the serenity of solitude!
The Missing All—prevented Me
985
The Missing All—prevented Me
From missing minor Things.
If nothing larger than a World's
Departure from a Hinge—
Or Sun's extinction, be observed—
'Twas not so large that I
Could lift my Forehead from my work
For Curiosity.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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