Sacrificed In The Doing
What I have to give and offer,
Is done and comes from my heart.
And seldom do I become offended,
By shallow comments made.
That you wish to compare my offerings,
To your contributions...
Says a lot about how genuine you claim to be!
And what pre-meditated thoughts you crop that start.
Giving with the expectation to receive,
Is a selfish deed.
No matter what is stated,
To have been sacrificed in the doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Comes For Me So Easy
If it was not easy for me to give...
You would have never known my face.
Or the appearance of it shown,
As often.
I do not try to grace you with impressions.
This is who I am.
Being me with you in my thoughts.
Being me wishing to offer to you,
Something from my heart.
Something that is genuine...
You will know from the start.
And it comes for me so easy!
Just like the breath I breathe.
Just like a tree that is there,
For what it does.
For what it offers.
For what it is.
There to give!
I want you to be aware you can depend on me.
But I don't want you to think of me as an obligation.
Waiting there from you to receive.
Not me.
I appreciate you too much.
You are life.
I want you to think of me,
As being there...
Easy!
As a part of who you are!
Since you will always be,
There for me to give.
And I can't think of any opportunity,
That comes to me as easy.
Knowing my life,
Means more than just for me to live...
With you making it easy,
For me to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Offers Have You Made...
It is not that I am selfish.
How can you say that?
When all you've done is take!
When was the last time you surprise me,
By giving?
What offers have you made,
To show anything I do for you...
Is something you appreciate?
What time have you sacrificed,
Without complaining you feel drained?
What time have we ever spent together,
When you've made a request...
I did my best to obtain.
And delighted in your excitement about it!
It is not that I am selfish.
How can you say that?
When all you've done is take!
And all I've asked is some time alone with you.
And quickly without hesitation you make excuses!
As if the time you take,
Is too much time for you to give for my sake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Me Factor
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
We are often told how selfish it is,
To think of oneself and how that is negative.
It is said 'to give' is better than 'to receive'.
Although in doing so...
Receiving for some is difficult to show!
Giving to give and thinking nothing of themselves...
Are many who live who believe 'to give' is positive!
And yes it is an act of unselfishness.
But many are living and not receiving proper rest!
And living to receive with a 'me' factor conceived,
Is the one thing they detest.
In this giving to receive cycle some suggest!
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Give Service With A Knowledge
Not at all am I impressed,
By those focused upon one vision interpreted...
As the only version of success.
To obtain a degree or certificate that expresses,
An ability to achieve the purchasing of things.
To keep hoarded to dust in a treasure chest.
Yet...
Not an attempt is made to influence,
With an effectiveness that benefits others...
That whatever they do to do it at their best.
With a difference made they too can attest,
To witness 'if' they worked at it and wished less.
But the ones who pray to keep their fortunes intact,
Seem often to be...
The ones who claim they are highly favored.
As if The Creator welcomes that kind of self-centered,
Self indulgence!
Glad I am to have been raised,
By a mother who placed emphasis on faith.
And what others should prioritize with their lives...
Was a repaying by a giving back,
A service with a knowledge and a deed...
To someone else that is pleased to receive.
And that a good life lived...
Was not in the feeding of one's greed.
'Remember...
There should be several baskets,
In which to place your accomplishments.
And acquired tasks you have mastered to pass.'
No need to be a polished scholar,
To give service...
With a knowledge.
And a deed.
No need to be a polished scholar,
To give service...
With a knowledge.
And a deed.
No need to be a polished scholar,
To give service...
With a knowledge.
And a deed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfish One
(wilfred mcginley/carl smith)
Selfish one, why keep your love to yourself
Its like a souvenir that just sits on a shelf
It seems like you built a fence around your heart
Afraid that sharing might tear it apart
You pass up every chance at the start of romance
Selfish one, why keep your love in store
You think its still that keeps forever more
You feel as I do when I ache
My heart could break down in a lonely stage
You better let your heart find a mate before its too late
You let so much time pass by
I find myself still giving you the eye
You must have realised much to my surprise
Youre making eyes at me
Is it really you
Now selfish one, youre walking me to my door
Selfish one, you never did this before
Without a chance to resist, your lips get mine
Youre beginning to let your love light shine
I can see that youre really on the ball
Youre not selfish at all
No, not at all
The way you hold me, the way you squize me
No youre not selfish
No, no, no
Youre not selfish at all, not at all
The way you hold me, the way you squize me
Youre not selfish at all
No not at all
The way you hold me
Youre not selfish at all
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Risk Is in the Giving
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
With a showing of an ungratefulness,
The giver of the gift to give...
Often leaves with this believed.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
And when one does hear from another,
A thankfulness expressed.
The one who is gifted expresses this,
With an acknowledgement...
It is 'not' the gift one gets,
But the thoughtfulness of the one who gives...
And that is the exchange one does not soon forget.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And You Say I Am Not The Giving Kind
I offend you?
Good.
But, please...
Do not attribute my giving,
As a charitable act.
I would have contributed that anyway,
To assist you with this acknowledgement...
If I had not offended you,
Who would have taken time to do it?
You didn't think about that did you?
I know!
But all you want to do is to accuse me of being abusive.
Self-centered, mean and cruel.
Have I ever been that selfish?
No!
When I am angry about anything,
Aren't you the first one I come to...
To express it?
Yes.
And you say I am not the giving kind.
Oh...
The thought of you thinking that appalls me!
I offend you?
Good.
At least you know I remain devoted.
Name any of your true friends who can say that?
Among your friends I bet there is more than one,
Who secretly wishes to be offended.
And here I am...giving you that AND in abundance.
And you say I am not the giving kind.
Oh...
The thought of you thinking that appalls me!
Yes.
I am 'A' with a 'P' palled ya'll.
And,
Admittedly sensitive.
I am 'A' as I can be with a 'P' and palled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank you Lord
For giving me another year to celebrate life
For giving me wonderful PH friends
For all their encouraging comments
For sharing me their thoughts.
Thank you, Lord! !
I am just a simple person with simple dreams
But they made me special through out the year
They mean so much to me
How I wish I can give back the favors to them,
Thank you, Lord
On this very special day, my birthday
I thank you for taking care of me
For giving me hope when I was lost
For always reminding me that You Love me..
For all of this..I SAY..Thank you Lord..
October 11,2009.....
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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The Bible in 256 Words
To be found, I must have been lost.
To be healed, I must have been broken.
To know love, I must know hate.
Nobody understood why we were all here.
Until, He came.
He came as His son, one of His children.
He showed us how to please Him.
We sacrificed others for the sake of self.
Burnt offerings.
We still don't get it.
The story, the life, the example.
For He died for us, so we should die for another.
To show the true meaning of love.
Love is not an expectation.
An expectation is an expectation.
He died, so we expect to be saved?
Turn from our ways, and forgive ourselves.
It is not ourselves we have wronged.
It was another.
Was I angry at another?
Or was I protecting the shame and guilt I felt by not pleasing my creator?
Honor comes from inner.
For if I did not react, I would know I have pleased my creator.
Instead, I pleased myself.
Do unto others, as I would have done unto myself.
For when I do unto others, I do unto myself.
I just don't realize it.
Revelation is my end, not everyone else's.
Genesis is my beginning.
Eden is my heaven.
And Jesus is my guide.
What is last is first.
To love other's before self,
Is to find self through others.
I am called to nail myself to the cross.
Sacrifice myself.
It is the way, the truth and the light.
As was my example to follow.
Not just to be a fan of.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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You Changed Me, Maggie
You changed me, Maggie.
Just by being you,
you changed me.
You made a less selfish,
more thoughtful
and more caring man
from that one that once I was.
By allowing me to love you.
Me. Not some other man I
might have tried to be, but me.
By being the woman who you are
you caused me,
shallow me,
selfish me,
thoughtless, careless me,
to think thoughts of you
I'd never thought
speak words to you
I'd never spoken,
write verse for you
I'd never written.
And you let me love you
like I'd never loved.
poem by Red O'Mara
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My Eyes Are Fixed Only Upon The Dealer
I've made comments.
And sometimes read more,
Of your work.
I may or may not give what I read a rate.
I appreciate the giving done.
Because I know what that takes.
But to suggest that I must read,
Your submissions with a rating I don't feel.
Doesn't do the craft any justice at all.
Going through the motions,
To appeal an ego seeking to be massaged.
With a zap to zing a zest,
That produces an invitation to squeal with zeal.
Ugh!
I never was one to seek that kind of praise.
Since my connection began with pure love.
You know?
I'm one of those who do it for the art types!
I've made comments.
And sometimes read more,
Of your work.
I may or may not give what I read a rate.
I appreciate the giving done.
Because I know what that takes.
But I'm not going to foresake what I do for you.
Nothing like that appears in the deck of cards...
God has dealt to me.
And until I leave...
My eyes are fixed only upon The Dealer.
That's it!
This is His game.
Not mine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not 'Feeling' You That Way
Please...
Don't make comments,
In expectation
For any to be returned.
Most times I have nothing to say.
And feeling forced...
Delivers an immediate divorce.
I do what I do for the love.
If it gains attention...
Give it!
But don't bother me,
As if I seek comments from you to mention.
I don't!
I am not 'feeling' you that way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Start All Over Again
The way you see me walking on
Thats why Im telling you in song
Theres only one way to get ahead
Youve got to give it up instead
Start all over again
You see me standing on the bridge
I see the sunset in my view
The field looks colourful to me
I know theres more than I can see
We can start all over again
Made it, made it, made it
Made it through the winter time
Made it through the spring
Made it through the summer
And the fall
Thats why Im giving you the time
You always wanted your own mind
The way is up to you and me
And theres horizons yet to see
When we start all over again
song performed by by Van Morrison
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We Leave With One Agreement
My heart does not accept tryouts.
Or auditions for its affections.
Nor will those who come for a glimpse...
To apply inspections,
Receive or gain entry.
Its sincerety will not become defected.
Or compromised.
Not by the whims of those believing,
It is not genuine!
It is.
And protected it stays.
Those days of giving in to give up to break,
Are gone.
All mending has succeeded.
And it will not again bleed,
Unnecessarily!
Or walk around blinded to become victimized.
Eyes are open now and connected to the mind.
Anytime my heart chooses to go into conference...
We meet and decide whose interests,
Will not be set aside.
Or go into a darkened corner to hide.
And we leave with one agreement...
My happiness is a treasure that will not be sampled!
No matter who wishes to trick it,
And leave it with no one to confide.
That has been done and tried...
Lifted and removed from those disguises.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Let Your Peace Escape
Who would think just yesterday,
That giving someone a compliment today...
May offend?
Being cautious today about what one says,
Is as conscious as the effort taken...
When putting a condom on,
When going to bed.
Even if it is alone.
Some people receive threats,
Just by saying hello.
And that depends who the person is,
Wishing to exchange innocence...
To someone that one person does not know.
And being positive with comments,
Is not easily acceptible these days.
Some folks don't know how to receive them.
Believing them to be sarcasms.
And not intended as a respecting praise.
These days...
People who give 'shade' to others,
Often are the first to start rumors to ridicule.
To say to others they befriend,
How someone they 'know'...
Exposed a two faced disposition.
But eliminate the facts...
As to who began those actions to show.
And who paid who back!
Doesn't this all sound quite petty?
It really is!
But when living among those who exaggerate...
It is best to keep peace of mind.
And not become irritated.
And know who is real.
While separating them from the fake.
Appreciate those signs the fakers create.
And don't let your peace escape.
Because away from you it will be taken.
Giving those the satisfaction,
Their actions trapped and you were baited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devoted To A Going Through Of The Motions
Is it in the routine shown,
That I believe I am and get favor...
From a 'deity' I wish to impress.
Because of the ritual of the act,
I address as told is expected...
To achieve the best affect.
Or is it my expectation that I receive it,
As I acknowledge my ability to forgive...
To others with proclamations stated,
That I am chosen and highly favored...
Since I am devoted,
To a going through of the motions.
And to do this I am,
With all of the artifacts adorned and attached...
With a flaunting of it to ensure they are seen,
By others familiar with going through the same routine.
And I can redeem myself while passing judgement,
On others anytime I choose and wish.
No matter how artificial the entire process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Up
If there should be the faintest traces
Of you in my summer sky
My heart would pound and race
And people ask me why
Did I pull those funny faces
When I walk by the waterside
I look for things to say
And still I find you
I wont give up
Dont talk of giving up
And every night I swear Ive finished
And when I rise to face the day
Resolve just fades away
And so it follows
Trying to find strength of purpose
I place temptation out of reach
Then search in every niche
Until I find you
I wont give up
Dont talk of giving up
I wont give it up--love this world
No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no
Perhaps its only saints who suffer
For those needs to which were slaved
This roaad iwalk is paved with good intentions
The final choice hangs on a wire
And theres no room for feet to stray
The piper waits for pay
And still I find you
I wont give up
Dont talk of giving up
I wont give up--love this world
No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no
I wont give it up--love this world
Dont talk of giving up
I wont give it up--love this world
No thoughts on giving up
song performed by by Men At Work
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This is me
I'll give you my hand as a part of my heart.
Giving you that is just the start.
You can't have my body at least not yet.
I don't want to do something I'll later regret.
I won't give you all of me.
I'll only give you what you see.
You can't have my thoughts, soul, or dreams.
I won't give them away by any means.
I won't trust you right away.
I don't mean to hurt you it's just my way.
You shouldn't have every part of me.
Most of me stays hidden cause this is me.
poem by Heather Noble
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Beauty On Earth
What a beauty on earth is created?
No one can be equated
Not in simple term even can be stated
As it is very closely to me related
I would love to make for her a kingdom
A natural dream realized seldom
As every lover promises to fulfill
His heart remains completely filled
The would be mate is held high in esteem
The heart and mind acts as complete team
Only one thought occupies supreme position
Moving from temporary to permanent composition
Arms remain wide open in air
As if to invite and call it as fair
What can be termed as genuine wish!
Without it the condition will be same as of fish
I can’t make day a night
It will not be called right
Yet I shall try to fulfill whatever you claim
That will only be my mission and aim
Hold my hand and proclaim as mine
The relation can be well defined
Nothing now stands to be declined
You only be happy and stay as happily smiled
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Around and Around and Around
Although my comments were specifically stated.
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this,
Without a needed argument fished to solicit,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
Although my comments were specifically stated...
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this
Without a needed argument to fetch or fish,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
But...
It was from someone else,
I had 'lifted it'.
And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
And around and around and around I went...
Door to door...
Trying to stop,
An implanted ignorance attached to my name,
Begun by a fool...
Out to prove me to be easily used,
Like a limp mop tossing about slop!
But folks like this without an identity that exists...
Are lining up behind the mindless,
Devoid of shame!
And not one thought of their own to claim!
Leaving me to accept a task...
To actually show my sanity,
If in me they saw it to ask!
And I fought myself to stay undercover!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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