Searching To Pass An Exaggeration
Rarely are those of deed doing,
Heard or seen flashing a résumé around...
To impress those within listening distance.
Or found searching to pass,
An exaggeration of accomplishments.
And rarely are those of optimistic conversation,
Known to gossip or deflate another's achievements.
But there are times when encouraging words,
Are expressed...
There will be those to address them,
With a negativity some enjoy as if to infest.
Environments wherever lived,
Are diminished by these activities.
And those who spew from tainted lips,
Do not recognize that is what they do!
They are a part of the whole...
But not amongst the few,
Who energize and supply a motivation felt...
That is quickly delivered when it arrives!
And rarely does one like this,
Show up late with excuses to initiate sparks...
That causes others to react,
With an attacking done on those lethargic.
An apathetic atmosphere seems to drift,
When boosted with a lift by those determine.
Irritating pessimists and the ones accustomed,
To clinging onto their procrastinations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
In America, people rarely stay in the town where they grew up, rarely stay in close proximity to their parents throughout their lives. You rarely find parents in their old age being taken care of by their children.
quote by Robert Benton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Baited To Fear Everything Unknown
Being perceptive is rarely accepted,
When associating with others...
More accustomed to neglecting,
Their own thought process.
To rely upon what comes to comfort.
And is easily for them to quickly access.
Sharing insight with those less connected,
Will often initiate an unwanted debate.
To prove what is perceived not yet to be seen,
Will actually take place and on a specific date.
Especially with those who are baited to fear,
Everything unknown but claim to have faith!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poem For The People
If the people only knew
If they could visualize
Just open their eyes
Even stop to think about
If they could open their minds
They could get beyond
The worlds a funny place you know
Most of what goes on
Is rarely funny
Rarely funny
Could the people understand
In only whisper and screams
And colorless dreams
Could they finally comprehend
If they could suddenly see
And suddenly feel
The worlds a funny place you know
Most of what goes on
Is rarely funny
Rarely funny
song performed by by Chicago
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Great Heart
Great heart
By: johnny clegg
1987
Travelling always increases the appetite for new music and I found johnny clegg tapes in the south of france and was immediately hooked on them. Im glad there are still younger artists who writ
Play their own songs that I wish I had written. this is one of them.
(chant)
The world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But Im searchin for a great heart to stand me by
Underneath the african sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under african sky
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (sometimes)
Sometimes theres so much you can show me (sometime)
Theres a highway of stars across the heavens
Theres a whispering song of the wind in the grass
Theres a rolling thunder across the savannah
And a hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under african sky
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (sometimes)
Sometimes theres so much you can show me (sometime)
(chant)
Chorus:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under african sky
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (ah... sometimes)
Sometimes theres so much you can show me (ay yai... sometime)
Coda:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Rarely Seen In Public
Who hasn't lived moments,
They knew contradict?
And who could believe,
Anyone actually known as introverted...
Would show they have an extroverted side,
Rarely seen in public?
Breaking from their shells,
Some do this quick without assistance.
While many will not attempt,
Experiencing a bit of discomfort...
To rid themselves,
Of habits that limit.
Who hasn't lived moments,
They knew contradict?
And who could believe,
Anyone actually known as introverted...
Would show they have an extroverted side,
Rarely seen in public?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Specifically Custom Made
An organized effort,
To undermine and disguise it.
Rarely escapes a heated cussing out,
From the person who chances to uncover the deed.
And what is released through the teeth...
Will never be heard delivered from a pulpit.
The adjectives used are crisp, creative...
And crafted as if specifically custom made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Will Shut You Down
If I am familiar with your negativity...
And I will shut you down.
There is nothing encouraging,
You have ever shared with me.
And a communication between us...
Is not here to be found.
I've given years of patience.
Listening to you dance and sing.
Beating around bushes you do.
And only delusions from them you bring.
You wish for me to agree,
That a life lived doesn't offer opportunities.
And when I awaken each day feeling blessed,
To witness dawn...
Your obsession with darkness,
Is there for you in a mind that darkness...
You wish to carry on!
I've given years of patience.
Listening to you dance and sing.
Beating around bushes you do.
And only delusions from them you bring.
If I am familiar with your negativity...
And I will shut you down.
There is nothing encouraging,
You have ever shared with me.
And a communication between us...
Is not here to be found.
I seek a freshness to breathe.
Not the sounds heard from one...
Consumed within limitation.
With a mind determined to spread negativity.
I will shut you down!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I very rarely get nervous as an actor. Very rarely.
quote by Corin Nemec
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
We Rarely See
In our busy world, we rarely see
what is right before our eyes.
The sky that leaks its teardrops
to cleanse and refresh the day.
The two hearts that beat as one
before one of them has to go away.
The patterns of a snowflake
on a wintry day.
The turning of each season
that passes on its way.
We rarely see the things we should
that help to shape our lives
as we are trapped on the treadmill
of earning money to pay our way.
One day we may notice them
when we step off the treadmill
letting the rest of the world
go on its merry way.
Then we will see what we rarely see
the life and love we are living.
14 July 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love's Test
We teach our children never to quit.
We do so often, by words.
Yet, when things seem so bleak,
We turn our cheek on our own words,
And also the battles we face.
Children do, what children see.
Rarely what children hear.
Hoping they follow our instruction,
But never considering our own example.
When love hurts, we run.
We teach them of success in life,
But rarely of success in love.
It was love that made them.
Love will test us, try us,
And shape us to who we become.
Also, to who they become.
When love tests them,
Will they pass or fail?
That is for us to decide.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Rough Ride
The path of love is rarely smooth
but love can obstacles surmount.
True love will find a way to soothe.
Objections which it can’t remove,
pitfalls too numerous to count.
The path of love is rarely smooth
These words I say are simple truth.
An old adage which I recount.
True love will find a way to soothe
With the resilience of youth
if you should fall you will remount.
The path of love is rarely smooth.
You know just what you have to prove
and play your cards to good account.
True love will find a way to soothe
Though you have hurt feelings, forsooth
a lesser or a great amount.
True love will find a way forsooth
the path of love is rarely smooth.
11-Jul-08
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Common Addiction among Poets
Intoxicated by the inspiration
Of his trade—
With mental powers at work,
A true poet rarely sleeps.
His mind ever churning
With powerful imagery
That produces thought,
Sound, rhythm and gesture.
He molds with metaphor,
Shapes with simile,
And paints with irony—
To produce a beautiful symphony
(Like some great maestro) ,
For himself and all who would enjoy.
Little wonder he rarely sleeps.
© 2009
poem by Walterrean Salley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
No Matter What The Tactics Used
No one can be chased away from their self confidence.
No matter what the tactics used...
To show them to be full of themselves with ego.
One who survives being attacted for their appearance,
And identity...
To then crawl to their feet from being on their knees,
Literally and emotionally...
Those looking will rarely find,
Someone like this...
Hiding behind their discomforts to complain.
And any and all mistreatments are remembered to motivate,
Those achievements shown to be believed...
To those unfamiliar with the sight of accomplishment.
Those with a self confidence,
Are quick to show...
And not embellish from their lips to express.
Aware they are of where to place their footsteps.
No one can be chased away from their self confidence.
People like this are determined to succeed.
No matter where they are to ensure the act is done.
And...
No matter what the tactics used to address,
What they have been taught to learn to do at their best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Farenheit 451
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary
When books are replaced with Kindles and Nooks,
and content resides on the cloud.
It is relatively easy to delet certain works
at the whim of the haughty and proud.
If libraries falter, wither and die
The poor will lose access to the printed word.
Ten percent of the market will quickly dry up
and the price of a book gets absurd.
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary.
The pleasure we had in turning each page
as our minds raced ahead to the end.
Short battery life never hindered our quest
when Dick, Jane and Spot were our friends.
A storm on the Sun bringing ionized rays
and digital files are undone.
and force us to search yellow crumbling pages
for rumors of Kipling and Donne.
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary.
Was Bradbury right? Should we all memorize
the words born of our favorite pen?
Imagine reciting Shakespeare’s Hamlet by heart
so that silence won’t win in the end.
poem by John F. McCullagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Ones Who Dare to Face Deceit
Those who 'snitch' and/or whistleblow,
And represent uncommon correctness...
Rarely today ever shown,
Are resented.
And this for them is felt and known.
This is not a new revelation expressed!
This has been a way of life,
For those who have ever spoken out...
In an unsolicited truthfulness.
The ones who dare to face deceit,
Are character assassinated...
By those above reproach.
Who take it upon themselves,
To ensure others meet defeat!
But those eventually inflicting those affected,
Finally are the ones 'used' to become victims too!
When the misdeeds they do to others,
Come to cripple their activities...
In ways displayed the Creator chooses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Rarely Do We Reflect
We choose what we wish.
And dish it.
As it sits with others,
To comfort or make sick.
What is that we hold,
That increases conflict?
Is it to betray ouselves?
In an eventual abyss.
We may elect to dismiss it.
And rarely is that done,
In self examination.
Rarely do we reflect,
Upon the effects of our deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Mother Child
She's 46
but like a baby she clings
so obsessed with feeling wanted
she was never ment to be a mother
She's 15
takes herself so seriously
Has to be the mature one
has to pretend things are okay
She rarely laughs
rarely smiles
Oh, The mother child
At night she curls in a ball
clawing, clinging to her dreams
She dreams of laughter, fun, and smiles
She dreams of screaming and running for miles
But thats all they are
Because when she wakes
her mother lyes waiting, pleading
for the little mother child.
poem by Kelsi Brockway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Chasing Pessimists Away
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Those who look for troubles got them carried in a bag,
'Cause...
They would rather carry all their troubles that they've had.
Carrying their troubles seeking more of them to nab.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Being optimistic is a feeling that could last.
Those who look for troubles got them carried in a bag,
'Cause...
They would rather carry all their troubles that they've had.
And carrying their troubles seeking more of them to nab.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Being optimistic is a feeling that could last.
And being optimistic makes those pessimists mad.
And chasing pessimists away should make somebody glad.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
And being optimistic is much better than the bad.
Being optimistic makes a better day had.
Being optimistic makes a better day had.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Where Do We Go From Here?
Thats the way love goes
Will it change you inside out
And then it flows
To the places unfamiliar yeah
Let me tell, Im not for you
Youre so hot for me
So get on girl
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Im hot for you
So get on
I want to get it on with you
Im sending
I hope you got the sense to read between the lines
You know that in the book it says that
For me you never seem to find the time
Come on Ive waited for your phonecalls
But you must be uptown having fun
When you do that thing you do
I get so exited too
But you never think to ask me if I want to
Come with you
So honey where do we go from here
You know baby
Ive been trying to find out but Im still
Some way from knowing
Come on, you know I am
Its not exactly clear, no no
The love you should be giving me
Is the love youre rarely showing
Thats the way love goes
Thats the way
Thats the way it goes for me and you
Come on let me tell you now
I feel youre pushing me out
Soon Im gonna lose my patience girl
Cant understand what youre about
Cause theres no communication
You say you love to love me, love to love me
But you always keep your distance
So honey strike me off your list
If your love comes with a twist
Cause I want the part that lingered on my lips when we first kissed
Say do you love me
If you do tell me something
And make it true
Do you love me
I need to know
Baby cant you tell me where were gonna go
Where do we go from here
Ive been trying to find out but Im still some way from knowing
Its not exactly clear no no
The love you should be giving me
Is the love youre rarely showing
Thats the, thats the way love goes
And where its taking us well we dont know
So lets move straight on ahead
And tow in the line between us girl
I think Id sooner make this love dead
Than waste all my time on you, yeah
Im wasting all my time
Im gonna learn learn learn
Thats the way love goes
Thats the way
Its gonna hurt me so bad
But I wont let it show
I get the feeling that its gonna
Tear out my mind till I can no longer breath
I know Im gonna learn learn learn
Thats the way love goes
Where do we go from here?
Ive been trying to find out but Im still some way from knowing
Its not exactly clear
The love you should be giving me
Is the love youre rarely showing
Hey but thats the way love goes now
You know thats the way love goes
Im so hot for you
Im so hot for you
Im so hot for you
song performed by by Jamiroquai
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The deduction of the causes
Why does a woman adulterate?
The hunger? Rare.
The poverty? No possibility.
The proximity? No guarantee.
The boredom? Seldom at all.
Being estranged? Rarely a revenge.
The neglect? Hardly so.
Being insecure? Not sure.
Over lust? Might be a bit.
The curiosity? No certainty.
There are ten causes to push her to
adultery.
Yet rarely does she adulterate
06.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!