Riddled With Guilt
Tell me something...
Was it before or after you were conceived,
Are you accusing me of plagiarizing...
Your precious inner thoughts?
That you now wish to bring this to my attention.
Or was it after you discovered my own already existed,
Long before you could express words from your lips.
Did you assume I fathered your ambitions?
And you want me to feel riddled with guilt?
Well...
I will admit,
I do have desires to satisfy a wandering idealism.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Disorder Poem) A Man With A Million Thoughts - Attention Decifit Disorder
A man with a million thoughts.
How does he bring organization to them all?
This chaos is where I have began.
So a solution lies in the end.
Reworking it.
Reworking it
I missed something their
I missed something here
How do I perfect so many thoughts all at once
It is add to the extreme.
I can't focus on just one thing.
I must express every view point thoroughly.
Yet with it misses nailing it exactly as I thought.
With errors I am riddled.
Like a man playing twenty fiddles
How do I edit my own craziness?
~this is describing how I feel at times with all my thoughts.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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An ideas and idealism
Ideas and idealism doesn’t go together
There is constnt clash and always bother
What we think and do does not match
We leave he essence and and irrelevance catch
It is befooling the human race
There is no solirary case
It is practicised often and in defiance
It may be seen with variance
We appreciate the nonsense value of idealism
There is nothing such as realism
It lacks strength and wisdom
Such traversary is witnessed seldom
What do we profess and pracise different?
That lie is seen with eyes and is apprent
No one can claim it never existed?
Botth the things have never co-existed
One has to be given good bye
It is not worth or possible try
It can’t take us for too long
We can be proved any time liar and wrong
It becomes good opratory to profess
There is enough mastery to deceive and confess
One may become very clever and famous
He may not loose composure and look nervous
He may cleverly move with idealism
He may loudly come out with optimism
There won’t be any room for passimism
This is skill he may show to world for defeatism
Nothing last forever as lies do
This may not prove long time as true
Idea and idealism are conterary things
It has no relevence to prove something
We may like to present rosy picture
It may be seen and observed as bight future
It may prove oddysy and rare possibility
What can be seen later as non-reliability
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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True guilt is guilt at the obligation one owes to oneself to be oneself. False guilt is guilt felt at not being what other people feel one ought to be or assume that one is.
quote by R.D. Laing
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How Do I Express My Feelings?
How do I express my feelings
that runs so very deep,
when out of sight you are
in my daily wandering,
while our love is precious and pure?
When there is much more in the words:
'I love you'
than I can in any way express?
Maybe a mere gaze
at times says much more,
and maybe a single touch
has got a deeper meaning
but love is still more that this
in the way that it is.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Before The Absence Of It Is Recognized
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
Those embittered and express it,
Know what love is and this makes them sick.
Every time they think of something they did foolish.
Like admitting to submitting.
And wanting now to leave those feelings abandoned.
But can't.
And this is made no secret!
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Those who know true love,
Aren't afraid of being crushed.
But may be overly cautious,
Suspicious and distrusting.
Hoping one raised eyebrow,
Doesn't give them or their experiences away.
'So...
How long did it take you to despise and hate,
Your previous mate? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love to Be Simple
I love to be simple
Think, write and live simple
No intricate thoughts
No jugglery of words
No high ambitions
Contentment is my goal
I express my thoughts
In simple words
To make
Everybody understand
What I want to say
My heart and their minds
Should meet at a point
That’s what I think
What I write
Is Honest and forthright
Bridging myself
With my readers
Is what I like
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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To Write
Inspired by thoughts!
Sometimes you bring them...
To join the ones I have sought!
Many times I sit,
With an emptiness I admit.
Without any thinking,
To disturb a peace...
My mind is in!
But when inspiration,
Comes to fascinate my attention...
I consider it a delight,
Composing something to write.
Like a bite that nourishes,
To satisfy...
A sustained appetite!
And share this inspiration...
To connect with others,
With similar insights.
Delivering what we do...
In a way that feels,
True to us and right!
And for me this is therapy...
A cost effective solution,
With a budget that is fixed...
And absolutely tight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Else Do You Offer?
And?
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your intstrument.
But that will not happen.
Today you speak of encouraging,
And establishing relationships.
But everything you've done,
Has been the opposite of it!
I came to you wishing to do the same thing.
But you assessed me then as having...
Nothing to the table to bring.
To heighten your visuals.
But not only can I build tables.
I also can cook and clean.
I know how to use a mop and sweep.
Taking out the trash and washing dishes...
Are extremely important to me.
I can wear a suit and tie.
And give an image that is impressive.
But I prefer to keep it basic.
Since I don't masquerade or charade,
For the attention that it brings.
That kind of life I do not satiate.
And you?
Are much too pretentious.
And?
Well...
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your instrument.
Now that you know this...
This 'intelligence' that drops your lips.
You are funny!
What else do you offer?
Since what you propose,
Would never satisfy...
An integrity I pride!
Hurry up,
Make it quick.
I have a walk to take.
And Mother Nature to visit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words Cannot Express
October 6,2012
Sometimes words cannot express enough. So let me show you, from my mind, to your body and mind.
I'll repay back to you so sincerely, and I will let you love me. Even if only physically...But, I, will love you with all of me, my soul and mind, my lips and eyes.
My hands and arms. My fingers and tongue.
you have my devoted attention. Let me love your body, and free you mind.
I'm yours for the night, until the morning, until I finish my cup of coffee, and put my coat on and walk out the door, and we look back at each other, and know, you will never let me express this love again.
Let me show you... as sometimes my words cannot express...
poem by Jill Laughlin
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Nobody With Claims to Make
You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.
Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.
Too often people like these,
Sit in proclaimed self grandiose eloquence...
Convinced their efforts,
Are overdue for praise.
In an expectation to appease their own needs.
Under-rated and overlooked,
By those ungrateful...
Some self serving,
Have gone out of their way!
You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.
Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.
But those with desires to be 'somebody'...
Will prepare to make their proclamations,
Heard by using bullhorns.
If it means disturbing a tranquility!
To arouse a public with their embellished falsities.
'May I have everyone's undivided attention!
Thank you.
If not for my loyal and devoted disposition...
None of you would have known,
Who to see or where to go...
Enabling you to receive your coupons.
Useful to redeem for discounts...
On your purchased necessities.
To which I am sure they are enjoyed.
It was I who initiated that movement.
And deserve your welcomed applause.
If so given.
Only with deep felt humility...
Do I come to satisfy your curiosities.
And yes...
Although I am reluctant to admit this,
It was I who initiated that movement.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on!
There is no need to overwhelm yourselves,
With bewilderment!
Afterall...
I am not running for any electable office,
Suddenly discovered open and available...
To have someone fearlessly represent you.
With understated humility.
IF that possibility in your future should occur!
I am not.
I repeat...
I would not be so incline to accept such an offer.
And even if I should be so approached,
By an assigned committee concluding their research...
Of my qualifications and background.
And...
As a coincidence,
I have brought along a few copies of my bio...
With testimonies and references attached!
For those who may express an interest when time allows,
To televise any suggested interview wished...
I will submit,
To be thusly scrutinized in such a manner.
But let me remind anyone within the sound of my voice...
That I...
Am only here,
For you!
YOU are my only concern! '
~Who is that? ~
*I have no idea!
Not a clue whatsoever.
But I will say this...
He is certainly going out of his way,
To be remembered.*
~I thought those coupons were printed,
For anyone to use in the local newspaper? ~
*They are.
At least once a week! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Thought Upon the Power of Words
Words have the power to please the soul of awareness
Words have the power of ecstasy; they have the power to heal or to scorn
Words have the power to rebuild worlds that have been torn apart by words.
Words have the power to invoke, to choke and to joke,
They have the power to bring you to your knees just as they have the power to plea.
Words have the power to incite trance like states, they have the power of fate,
They conceal meanings deeper than he greatest oceans and are a method
By which we express the emotions we feel, just as we may use them to question
What we consider to be real. You can incite love, hatred, fear,
You can bring a tear to the most stone cold of king giants and you may
Describe the sorrows of the world yet through words we may also share our dreams,
We may ponder upon the events of tomorrow and we may laugh with one another.
We may love and express love through our words though at times we go unheard,
We may share in our experience as we may laugh alongside memories ghost.
Words are the host to our instinctive knowing of all we wish to express,
Words are the dressing of our wisdoms blessing, with words we may put the soul to rest.
poem by David Lacey
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A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
quote by Liberty Hyde Bailey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Written Word Rules!
At the idea of poetry, some people seem to scoff,
As they consider it is an art form only for toffs.
They may think that the concept of poetry is boring,
And that it will leave them fast asleep and snoring.
There are all types of poems: modern and classical.
There’s something for everyone: it’s not boring at all.
The lyrics of songs are poems as such;
They often rhyme together very much.
People like to sing along with their favourite songs,
So why does the concept of poetry feel so wrong?
I’ve only started writing poetry in the last few weeks,
And, I have to admit that I thought it was just for geeks.
But, now I can see, that whoever you are,
Everyone has the potential to go really far.
I have to admit, I much prefer
The written, to the spoken word.
At night, I lay awake tossing and turning in bed,
With random thoughts running through my head.
By my pillow, I keep a pen and note pad,
To jot down any thoughts, which I’ve had.
At the top of the page, my thoughts I jot,
And I always plan out a really rough plot.
I like to include words which have a nice ring.
Words, like these, into my poetry, I like to bring.
I continually go through the alphabet time after time,
Searching for useful words which, pretty much, rhyme.
In simple terms, my ideas, I always like to express;
Complicated and fancy words, my mind doesn’t posses.
I’m sat here, writing this poem, on a speeding train,
As thought after thought, floods into my brain.
I’m writing notes on a mini pocket timetable,
In any tiny blank space which is available.
In my handbag, I’ve got no pad, but I’ve got a pen;
My scribbled notes, I just hope I can comprehend.
I really must start carrying a notepad everywhere;
To forget all these thoughts I’ve had, I couldn’t bear.
When I’m thinking of ideas, I just can’t relax;
My mind seems to buzz to the absolute max.
I’m not far now from my final destination,
And the train is due to pull into the station.
On this subject, there’s not much more to be said,
So, I’m now putting this poem well and truly to bed.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Busy Thoughts
I busy my mind with thoughts—thoughts of things
I have yet seen—thoughts of places that I
Have never been. Stationary living
Makes me question how it might feel to die—
But I already know—so I want something
Dissimilar to it—something bright, bold—
Reinvigorating for my being—
Something to encapsulate— to hold.
Sometimes I might wonder if anything
Can help me experience my desires—
To affirm for me that they truly bring
An existence more vital than the wires
Can program and provide. My busy thoughts
Often wander when I think I cannot.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Your Precious Love
(coverdale/vandenberg)
I'm far from home,
And tired of this place,
I miss your good, good love
And your sweet embrace
Can't sleep at night
With you on my mind,
I just wanna run to you, baby,
Leave it all behind
'cause it seems so long
Since i heard your song,
I'm coming home to you, baby,
Back where i belong
Your precious love,
That's all i need,
Angel spread your wings
And bring it on home to me
Sometimes in my life
I don't know what to do,
Tho' i'm weak for myself
I try to be strong for you.
You're there when i need you,
After all these years,
So i send you this letter, baby,
Written in tears
'cause it seems so long
Since i heard your song,
I'm coming home to you, baby, baby,
Back where i belong
Your precious love,
That's all i need,
Angel spread your wings
And bring it on home to me
'cause it seems so long
Since i heard your song,
I'm coming home to you, baby,
Back where i belong
Your precious love,
That's all i need,
Angel spread your wings
And bring it, bring it, bring on home
Your precious love, your precious love,
That's all that i need.
Angel spread your wings and
Bring it, bring it, bring on home
Bring it baby, baby, that's all i want.
Your precious love
Your precious love, that's all i need
Your precious love, your precious love
Your precious love, that's all i need
C'mon bring on home, baby
Won't you bring on home
I need your love...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Innovative Steps
There is no way to protect,
One's original creations...
From acts of theft.
And yet those who achieve,
Remarkable success...
In the plagiarizing of another's best,
Eventually find themselves...
Less motivated when it becomes detected,
They have abilities to follow.
And not from themselves,
Take innovative steps.
And...
A thought to express with originality,
They have yet to experience...
A delivery like that without assistance.
Right now they search,
Through other authors' works...
To re-arrange concepts,
They did not first achieve.
Although they wish others to believe...
They have been blessed to be creators.
Masking the fact...
They only have ambitions to thieve.
For them this is creating with ease.
With a hope for acceptance and notoriety.
'Who do you refer to? '
Those stimulated by imitation.
With beliefs they flatter,
By the stealing of concepts...
To achieve centerstage status.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Communicating My Needs
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
Some who assume others are intelligent,
Do their best to try to impress with their own...
Mental abilities.
As if the basicness of communication,
Is only used to grunt sexual expectations.
And it seems the most unattractive people...
Grunt words I can not pronounce.
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
However...
It is very important to me to be absolutely clear,
In exchanging dialogue with anyone.
With the understanding,
When communicating my needs...
I prefer to keep that as basic as possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Would You Like My Attention Given Mentioned?
If I had not been proud of who I am,
You would not perceive me of being arrogant.
Nor would you care if I existed.
I wouldn't.
And you know that.
But since you notice my proudness flaunted,
You believe your critique of it...
Makes me more aware of you.
I do give it attention.
Would you like my attention given mentioned?
This you can continue.
For as long as you wish!
Because it is not you or what you do,
That makes me proud!
And I have for too long known of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Will Provide An Undoing With Proof
One accused and abused by false allegations made...
Can not today walk away from them,
Without suspicion of admitting guilt.
Or believe from an evil one can leave unscathed.
And if one fights those accusing...
Who have defamed with a character assassination,
It is thought one seeks an attention to be given...
To protect an integrity one hopes doesn't fade.
What is the best thing that one should do?
Stand aside to witness what God does and proves,
To bring torment to those of evil minds...
With a doing that confines them to grief everytime.
What is the best thing that one should do?
Keep faith and remain on the side of truth.
With an acknowledgement one day,
Truth will provide an undoing with proof.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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