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Rumor Mongers

Do not express fret over the ones,
Who make claims to others...
They know who you are,
With a sharing done of assumptions.
As has been their custom to do.
Those who protect their privacy,
Know this is true.

Those quick to share what they believe,
With opinions to give...
Are also the ones least likely to know,
Anything more than they tell others...
When the issue is addressed.
Since rumor mongers are what they are.
And nothing more from them can be expected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing What I Do For Too Long

Keep 'this' in mind.
I don't 'have' to express an opinion,
When asked.
I 'select' to give one.
Realizing this...
I don't have to give any at all.

And if I should elect to express it...
I am giving it to the one who asked!
Who they should share it with is their business.
That is 'why' I keep my opinions,
To a limit.

And embellishments done to my statements,
Are obvious for the creative exaggerations made.

I've been doing what I do for too long,
Not to recognize those who plagiarize!
And those who 'ask' for answers to questions...
Just for the purpose to initiate conflict!

They are the ones quick to disagree,
To any response I may give.
And this 'before' I give it,
Is known!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live It As It Exists

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.

Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.

And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.

There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That One Who Condones Assumptions

One who leeches and perceives,
They can not mooch off another...
Because it is believed,
That person has nothing to offer...
Or bring to the table for that one to feed,
And eat to feast freely...
Assumptions are kept.
And that person is left alone.

However...
When it is discovered a person can impress,
But refuses to address it...
To leave that to go unexpressed or addressed,
That person...
Who may have been the same one,
Sitting alone to condone assumptions...
Often becomes pestered by the ones,
Who 'thought' there was nothing there to mooch.

But there is always one thing known,
By that one who condones assumptions...
A peace of mind that has been earned and not borrowed,
Will never be nibbled upon to feed anyone...
Who first knows nothing about respect.
And yet expects...
Not to be suspected to be a selfish and self centered leech.

A wisdom obtained,
Isn't always something exposed and known...
To be part of a public domain.
And often it is best,
To play and hold one's cards...
As close to the chest as they can get.
Especially in some environments,
Where expressing disrespect to others...
Is not only accepted but expected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impressed By Those I Have Not Met

Why should I continue to ignore myself,
To value the opinions of others?
I use to do that and I stayed depressed.
If it appears I am selfish and self centered,
Perhaps I am deserving of my selfishness.
Maybe I earned it!

Others will not admit my sacrifices.
And I don't wear my heart on my sleeve,
For anyone to know to the degree I've sacrificed.
Others have used other tricks and devices,
To maneuver themselves into the spotlight.
One that is believed I seek and need.

They want to take credit for the steps I made.
Those who make claims to know me and don't.
While making attempts to convince themselves,
And others like them...
I had nothing to do with something I've been doing,
All of my life.
And that is to write!

To do it to impress others,
I have never thought about doing.
But I will admit I am impressed by those I have not met,
Who express they can 'feel' me!
While those who make claims they know where I'm coming from,
Judge on my appearance and the way that I am dressed.
And yet have not a clue as to what it is I do,
To get what it is I do done to make a difference for someone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rumor Has It

(bruce burch/vern dant/larry shell)
I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in
But they didnt talk about us, only her again
I didnt want to listen but I hung on every word
They said some things I wish I hadnt heard
Chorus:
Rumor has it she has you
Rumor has it you love her too
Talk is cheap but the price is high when its true
Rumor has it she has you
This towns so small a whisper can be heard a mile away
And people here will gossip when theres nothing else to say
I wouldnt have believed my ears but I see it in your eyes
The stories going round this town arent lies
Rumor has it she has you
Rumor has it you love her too
Talk is cheap but the price is high when its true
Rumor has it she has you
Whoa...rumor has it she has you

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Is A Depth There To Share

Superficial surfaces,
Interpreted...
Are often neglected to produce regret.

You have never visited...
Where my emotions,
Live comfortably to sit.

Nor have any of our conversations,
Left neither of us to ponder meaning...
That expressed a desire to explore some depth.

A physical attraction may satisfy temporarily.
But that does not mean instant chemistry...
Can be expected to enjoy mutually.

And yet you wish from me to accept,
Impressions you make...
By a look of a tailored way you dress.

You have never visited...
Where my emotions,
Live comfortably to sit.

Although you voice your opinions,
With assumptions of my feelings.
Without a prioritized time given...
To meet, greet and introduce,
In an exchange we both confess.

A quality meeting we have not done yet.
For either one of us to say...
There is a depth there to share we both respect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Current Expectations

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.

When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.

'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Your Opinions Notarized

Everybody has a right,
To express their own opinions.

'I don't object to that at all.
In fact...
I agree.
But to express my opinions,
To someone else?
And without my authorization?
Is disrespectful.'

Why don't you get your opinions notarized,
From now on!
Or better yet...
Certified as being yours.
And only yours to be expressed.

'I never thought about that.
Thanks!
There is something new to learn everyday.'

~I hope he knows you were joking.~

Did you see the look in his eyes?
Like a kid given a brand new toy.
I couldn't break his heart after witnessing that.
Why didn't you tell me to bring my video cam?

~Who knew?
Usually you have it.
Just in case we run across,
Suspected acts of police brutality.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protesting In The Nonsense Called Denial

Like it to accept or not,
But those sharing deceits...
Are people of equal mentalities.
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.

And those looking for physical differences,
To live one step above the other...
Forget,
On which common soil...
There is a placing of similar footsteps.
With the going through the same process.
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.

And to make accusations they do,
That are seen to be reflected and familiar...
Only upsets the ones refusing to see themselves.
And those who refuse to see themselves,
Are all over the place...
Protesting in the nonsense called denial.
And...
To gather together to make claims of being neglected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only You Make It Better-whenever

I can't give dates when this happens,
Or...
Who this will touch.
But...
Someone's 'bout to fall in love,
And...
That is a must.

No I...
Can't give dates
Or time when this happens,
Or...
Who this will touch.
But...
Someone's 'bout to fall in love,
And...
That is a must.

Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
When you ask me what I've got on mind...
I know you're there.
Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
To show how much is there,
Io love...
And share.
I know that you'll love me.
I know you're caring.

Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
When you ask me what I've got on mind...
I know you're there.
I know you're caring.

Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you are there,
Caring.
And when we take our walks around...
I know you like it sharing.
I know you like it caring.
And when we take our walks around...
I know you like it sharing.
I know you like it caring.

Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
When you ask me what I've got on mind...
I know you're there.
And I know you are caring.

Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you're there caring.
Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you're there to share.

Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you're there caring.
Only you make it better whenever those 'downs' come around.
I know you're there to share.
I know you're there to care.

Only you make it better.
Only you make it better
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.
I know you're there to share.
I know you're there to care.

Only you make it better.
Only you make it better
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.
I know you're there to share.
I know you're there to care.
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.

Only you make it better-whenever.
Only you make it better-whenever.
Only you make it better-whenever,
I'm down.
Only you make it better.
Only you make it better
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody Else

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make claims that they had it when they did.
No!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make those claims they had it when they did.
No!

The sharing space all in my face.
Nobody else will get to know.
Or sharing toothpaste not replaced.
Nobody else will get to know.
To get that close to me no more.
Nobody else will get to know...
Snuggling up when they get cold.

NO!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make that claim they had it when they did.
No!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make those claims they had it when they did.
No!

How I look before I'm dressed.
Nobody else will get to know.
Or how I look in nakedness.
Nobody else will get to know.
Blemishes exposing flaws.
Nobody else will get to know...
What I like or what I hate.
Since my mind is back in shape.

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make a claim they had it when they did.
No!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make one claim they had it when they did.
No!

I'm not giving up a bit of my peace to leave it!
Oh no.
I'm not seeking anymore to wound and heal.
Uh, uh no, no!

I'm not giving up a bit of my peace to leave it!
Oh no.
I'm not seeking anymore to wound and heal.
Uh, uh no, no!

No more bending or giving in!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
No more bending or giving in!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
Those doors once open now are closed.

The sharing space all in my face.
Nobody else will get to know.
Or sharing toothpaste not replaced.
Nobody else will get to know.
To get that close to me no more.
Nobody else will get to know...
Snuggling up when they get cold.
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
And no one will ever get that close,
Again!
No, no!

And no one will ever get that close,
Again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Thinking

I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
Without thinking I would be challenged,
To defend it.
Or argue my right to express it.
Especially if requested.
That's why with lessons learned today,
I do not accept request to express my thoughts.
Whether they are solicited or not to convey.
With a keeping of my peace of mind addressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Festival of Liars Grows

Everywhere in the atmosphere,
The gossip flies as innuendos are told.
And the festival of liars every year gets more bold.
The children are disrespectful.
Their parents more defensive.
They would rather make prison and jail visits...
Than confront the fact,
Not only their kids lack discipline.

Excuse making storytellers,
With no pride that can be seen.
Quick to demean the qualities others express.
While trying to impress with their lack of consciousness.
There is a pitifulness accepted.
With excuses made to protect.
But this festival of liars grows.
And expected like a welcome mat...
When fresh arrivals experience it at everyone's doorstep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Turn Everything Over

Monday found me on my knees
again
Breathing You in
To blur the lines that mark where I
begin
And where You end
No use in trying to pretend
Come take me again
'Cause rumor has it I'm not who
I've been
Come define me
Chorus:
What can we do
If these rumors are true?
I turn everything over
I turn myself in
I turn everything over
I turn myself in
There's nothing left to me to
defend
I turn everything over
I turn myself in, yeah
The evidence convicts the hollow
men
After looking inside
To my dismay I find I'm just one of
them
'Cause I'm already but not yet
resurrected fallen man
Come break this limbo
And I know You know just who
I've been
Come define me
Chorus
Rumor has it you love me
Rumor has it the world spins
upside down
Rumor has it my only hope is in You
And the rumors are true
I turn everything over
Chorus (2x)

song performed by by Switchfoot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beautiful Life, Beautiful!

Beautiful is life, beautiful,
So beautiful it will be,
With beloved share smile and laugh
When the one share his own,
Seeing and feeling not alone,
Not only sharing sorrow and happiness,
Everything they feel and think,
But also sharing everything they eat and drink!

Sharing the same cloth,
Sharing all weight and burden,
Sharing the same umbrella,
In hot Sun and rain!

Sharing the weight of bag and luggage,
Smiling together like kids of tender age!

Beautiful is life, beautiful,
When both stay together,
Lay together on Same cot,
Drink from same pot,
same room if they share,
Same eyes to look at things,
Same ears to listen to music,
Same taste in all and Everything,
Beautiful life, beautiful,

How beautiful mind is,
When heart sees
sweet heart,
we feel our beloved share
Everything with,
pain and sorrow,
But not the pain of heart,
as we are so feeble that,
we can't share his grief and sorrow
One day we will be with him and share his burden with ever lasting smile!

Beautiful life, beautiful will be,
Beautiful days will be
when I grow up to share his pain!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Assumptions Kept

Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?

And when this is discovered,
Do you do your best to pretend to forget...
When in the presence of someone,
You hope has forgotten your disrespect?

Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And those assumptions had been shared,
By others also like you...
Assuming throughout their lives,
That what they hear about others is true.

Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And the only thing you can do is your best...
To prove to the ones you have done this to,
Is to prove to them you are not the fool...
You have shown yourself to be.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless It Is Addressed

Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation for suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!

Why some people take it upon themselves,
To want to recreate someone else's space...
And not practice good visiting guest skills,
Is something one does...
When a comfort has surprassed,
The disrespect zone.
And in my home when that begins,
An exit is requested with a...'You can go home! '

Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation of suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have Searched My Soul

I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.
I've addressed this to confess.
And express this to accept.

I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.

I've addressed....
My weaknesses.
I've addressed...
Insecurities.
I've addressed,
Past failures.
And I have addressed...
My wants and needs.

No more,
Do I run and hide.
And no more to myself lie.
No more,
Do I refuse to be...
Who the 'me' I am.
And...
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
So clear my eyes can see.

I've addressed....
My weaknesses.
I've addressed...
Insecurities.
I've addressed,
Past failures.
And I have addressed...
My wants and needs.

I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.

No more,
Do I run and hide.
And no more to myself lie.
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
For me that is complete.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talented People

Talented people here and there
people we see every single day
they hide their muse their inner being
they hide often from others their talents their dreams
Through friendships and family we discover a world
that only shows us a small piece of muse
that is hidden inside each humans dreams
We all see the sunsets and moonbeams anew
through the eyes of a loved one that only see's you

We learn to express true love true dreams
we learn to give our hearts once again
we bury the pain that makes us today
we look up in wonder at each other’s heart

So this I say to one and to all
come share your poems of
dreams come one and all
Express your muse your dreams your loves
express all you are in feelings and words

poem by Kaila George
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When That Moment Comes

My ears,
At times...
Hear far too much.

My eyes uncover,
Wants...
I long to touch.

My lips stay shut,
And closed.
With emotions frozen within me.

Denying my own needs,
I wish I couldn't do.
But yet I do that too well.

My hands,
Reach to be held.
When I'm alone and seeking.
There is a secret place,
Inside that has this fear.

Who will protect it.
And not reject it.
If I choose to give my heart.

Who will protect it.
And not reject it.
When that moment comes,
To share my heart.

Who will protect?
Accept without neglecting.
And who is there,
To share...
My heart.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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