Requesting to Go Through My Eliminations
If it was not for my efforts,
You would have nothing in life to do.
I'm only now beginning to understand,
How important these moments are for you.
So when you are completely through,
Please flush the toilet.
I pride myself on my originality.
And you have that yet to learn.
Requesting to go through my eliminations,
Has left me feeling charitable.
But do as you wish.
Even if you pick over it,
It would still be mine to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Read Me Now
read me now
read me 500 years after i am not around
after that flush me down the toilet
that is if you are still using flush toilet
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Interests And Mine Are Different
Supporting your efforts,
Does not mean I am an advocate...
To campaign for your beliefs.
The doing of that is not on my agenda.
Unless you are requesting my presence.
I admire what you do,
Because it is seldom seen.
Those motivated with initiative,
In the doing of anything but complain...
Is a rarity nowadays and seems to be unchanged.
But your beliefs and mine are not the same.
So don't confuse my support of your conviction,
As an attraction to your interests.
Your interests and mine are different.
And I hope you appreciate my admitting of this.
And when you address your interests and efforts,
Try not to do that to impress.
Do it because it is what you do.
With a doing that includes 'your' happiness,
To keep prioritized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short; Silly: Ode To A Commode...Or....A Poem About Toilets
modern 'toilets' are large flushable porcelain bowls
which catch waste from both your and my exit holes.
i'm used to white ones with large flush-water tank.
a hidden pipe carries off stuff that often does smell rank.
some in japan were quite different……with no way to sit!
i'm glad i found 'my style' when t'was time to shit.
and if from toilet-paper usage you're leaning,
some toilets have the choice of an in-bowl shower, for cleaning.
toilet seats are sometimes colored, or cushioned, or even heated;
for me, more important (at times) is JUST to be SEATED!
toilets have changed since they were just holes in the ground.
i hope, when i 'need' a toilet, one's always around!
(4-4-2010)
poem by Bri Edwards
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One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.
quote by Agatha Christie
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Who Knew? Did You? Oh...Of Course Not!
I can understand you wish not to see,
My efforts gleam and shine.
I can understand that,
Yes I do!
Because those efforts,
Getting attention I did not pursue...
Are not those of yours,
But mine.
I did not know that would become fact.
I've been too busy toiling with sweat,
To remove obstacles carried...
Too long weighted on my back.
No...
I didn't realize my conscious efforts,
Would one day get attention.
Or attract like that!
Who knew?
Did you?
Oh...
Of course not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I didn't go to high school. I think that after you learn to read and write and do your numbers and flush the toilet behind yourself, you don't need no more schoolin'. You need to get out in the water and swim.
quote by Wilford Brimley
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A day never same again
The days can not remain same
No efforts should made to blame
The same mood can be maintained
The feelings can be easily explained
Where are those moments of golden pride?
Why do we forget them and hide?
They are no less important in today’s context?
They can be useful in passing present test
We learn from past mistakes and go ahead
It becomes easier to forge and lead
We started to learn from the day one
This was our concern and can be solved by none
Agony, pain and anguish may for part
We need to forget all and have fresh start
This is how fresh water can be flowed
The stagnation can never be allowed
When we start to know the fellow human being
New dimension is added and something is assured of to bring
It mat relate to efforts for bringing new kind of thinking
Where all can be lifted for good without any fear of sinking
We have same feeling in songs
Love, sympathy and brotherhood expressed in words
No show of deception and sincerity in approach
God too is willing and helping in such
Any one can search the soul and ask
What lay before him as dedicated task?
What does he do to strengthen the movement?
So the humanity survives to an extent
Not all can be lead to believe in what is said?
It is practice for self and conditions not to be laid?
What can be influenced most in daily routine?
As the emergence of sun plays part with sun shine
The truth is simple to be understood like day light
No one can prove it wrong or right
It is reality and has all the essence of truthfulness
Only we can have little try to prove its usefulness
I have all the rights to give shape to future
No one can come and apprise me to make it sure
Lord has give us sense to choose between two
I shall choose the simple one which is true
I am sacrificing nothing for cause
It is expected from all because
This is simple way of falling in line
Rest all can be expected very fine
It was never a problem in present or past
Now the life has changed and moving very fast
No one has got little time to devote for fresh beginning
It can be made as love sport with fresh inning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life For Rent
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
As there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
Coz nothing I have is truly mine,
Coz nothing I have is truly mine,
Coz nothing I have is truly mine.
song performed by by Dido
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In quiet moments when you think about it, you recognize what is critically important in life and what isn't. Be wise and don't let good things crowd out those that are essential.
quote by Richard G. Scott
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No Originality Or Freshness In It
So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
Don't you?
Have you ever gone in someone's home?
And made suggestions
As to how they can arrange their furniture
To give the interior of their home a different presence?
It is still their furniture!
They recognize it.
You recognize it.
It belongs to them.
No matter how it has been arranged.
Same thing with stolen concepts.
Or a poet 'borrowing' ideas.
No matter how it has been arranged,
The creating brain knows from where it came.
There is no such thing as 'borrowing' someone else's ideas.
To make them new.
Plagiarists make attempts at this.
And some are so ignorant...
They lift whole passages as if they can not be recognized.
That's how empty their minds and lives are!
AND then there are those who will boldly ASK...
If it is okay to put their name on 'your' efforts!
And then to others brag of their tasks.
But not for too long can they do this.
Repetition bores,
Even those who do not recognize what is presented...
Has no originality or freshness in it to begin with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Still Life
Theres a picture in the hall, I know
And its from a time when feelings showed
Though I hold it close before my eyes
My heart refuses to see
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when two were one completely
There was another in this well laid plan
This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead
But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread
Is this the threshold of a fantasy?
Is there still life at all?
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when two were one completely
There was another in this well laid plan
Best laid plan of ours
Watering the garden, some comfort for the twilight years
Still, life never lingers, it marches past our veil of tears
A moments all weve got, to have and to hold
Dont slip, dont blink, dont turn your head
With a photographic memory
I could live in a time that used to be
Is this the threshold of a fantasy?
Is there still life at all?
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
Through the times when I was won completely
There was another in this well laid plan
Loving you could have been, oh so easy
But there is something you dont understand
There was a time when I was won completely
Our emotions they got out of hand
song performed by by Men At Work
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The Road That Was Not Mine
The road that was not mine
I've often wondered about?
If I had followed that road somewhere
would I have felt left out?
There must have been something calling to me,
something too obscure
to understand at the onset
that the road I took was my lure.
I do not miss what wasn't mine
for in its absence I learned
how the road I'm on was exactly
the road for which I yearned.
There must be a defining purpose
that propels us to where we go.
At the end of our travels on this earth
we will look back and we'll know.
We will recognize all the holes
and sympathize with unfinished goals
and regrets will fall away.
For the adventures that come to you
will always have you say.
This was my life. I did my thing
and the road that was not mine
was for someone else to travel on.
But I wonder about it sometimes?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The feeling of commiseration is the feeling of humanity; the feeling of shame and dislike is the beginning of righteousness; the feeling of deference and compliance is the beginning of propriety; and the feeling of right and wrong is the beginning of wisdom. Men have these Four Beginnings just as they have their four limbs.
The Beginning Of Philosophy
i agree
and that will be completely
that the beginning of
philosophy is wonder,
that the beginning of wisdom
is not the fear of God
but love
that the beginning of poetry
is feeling
one that you cannot speak about
frontally
or directly because what is obvious
loses the meaning of
its truth
that what i feel sometimes may all
be too disturbing
to you and so here i am
in the world of metaphors
masking
if only to reveal the true face of
myself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vituperative And Harshly Censorious
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
And I say...
Where are your efforts to address?
Since you are quick to express your displeasure.
And then you wish to measure,
And evaluate time.
You want to vocalize how yours,
Is more important than mine.
You want to expose your excuses,
To reduce critique.
You want others to perceive,
Your opinions are sought.
As if this 'deed' is impressive enough to leave.
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
But I am sure they've come to realize,
There is insecurity hidden,
Underneath your weak tirades tired and tried.
Expressed with intemperate, vituperative...
And harshly censorious language!
'Huh?
What did you call me?
What did you just say?
Did you call me 'stupid'? '
No!
Those affirmations I leave to you.
'Oh.
I'm glad you do.
Because those 'imaginations'...
Which they are not.
But if they were...
Would belong to me! '
Yep!
I totally agree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tick
I feel a tick in my head and hes sucking on my head
In the morning Ill be dead if he doesnt leave my head
Why cant he go away why does he have to stay
Maybe he wanna play but I can only say
That Ill get you, Ill burn you, Ill crush you, Ill flush you (down, down)
The toilet where youll spiral (around-round)
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick
I tried to get rid of my plague but I left some of his leg
And he grew back pretty quick so I stabbed the little prick
But now I cut my head -- in the morning Ill be dead
But even after still hell find someone to kill
And hell get you, Ill burn you, Ill crush you, Ill flush you (down, down)
The toilet where youll spiral (around-round)
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick
song performed by by Ween
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Well, you know, I think in conversations with members of the Senate and others, they all recognize that the issue of immigration is important. It's important to our nation, it's important to our public safety, it's important to our security, it's important to our economic well-being moving forward. And it's not something that's going to go away.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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Where Are The Moments Of Beauty And Deepest Feeling
WHERE ARE THE MOMENTS OF BEAUTY AND DEEPEST FEELING
Where are the moments of beauty and deepest feeling?
Of longing so intense it is its own meaning
Of tears in silent pain
Of all of all so much that cannot be said or written?
Where is that beauty I feel and long for
That life which is mine sometimes
But mostly is far far behind me
With those no longer here?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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