Seeking Something Deeper And Concrete
From the beginning,
You initiated a chase.
The day we met,
I expressed a fondness for you.
And you expressed to me,
Feelings...
I now relate,
As being falsely made.
When I believed the Sun would appear...
You quickly would cloud it to give me shade!
It has been years and time spent,
I have not been convinced...
You care for me at all.
Every now and then,
You might express an emotion.
But a connection to what you mention,
Seems to stall behind a wall.
And I am not an architect...
Wishing to play with loose bricks.
I'm into seeking something deeper...
And concrete with me that fits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Was Not Concerning Them
How can one be detached,
From their own feelings?
I've heard that said before...
By those who were chosen,
To be ignored.
Therefore...
'Someone' had to have had no feelings.
You know how quick that spreads around!
And I am sure I am not the only one,
That can relate to this.
There are those who make attempts,
To squeeze an empathy.
And if no emotion is expressed,
Or showed to be exposed...
That person is labelled cold.
And I can understand being in that position.
After saving myself from being completely depleted...
By those who could care less 'how' I felt,
If it was not concerning them!
So those lights in my life had to be switched off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My True Love
At least now I can live my life
As now I know that nobody is waiting for me.
Now I know that nobody loves me
So many years I spent with her
And I thought, maybe I could share everything of mine with her
Yes, I did share my deep feelings with her
Lot of my feelings had darkness attached with them
I deeply wanted to get immersed into her soul
However, at the end my love was considered as failure by her
She, also expressed that I turned into someone else once I became her lover
Although, if I remember correctly, it was expressed by her that I know how to drive her crazy for love
The way I expressed myself to her, once I became her lover
Was my love for her and yes it can be termed as sexual as well
However, I did truly love her
Actually, she was the only girl who knew about my true feelings
She knew I was a bisexual
Everything, she knew about me
That is why I thought, I could blindly trust her
She knew everything, about me.
(This poem was written in 2011 and I never published it because after reading it I know the world will hate me more)
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Has My Delivery Come To You Too Easy?
You dropped me.
Too many times stopped me,
You did.
No matter what I tried,
With swollen weeping eyes...
Unhidden and hard to dry.
To appeal to your wants...
And,
Expressed needs.
You can not or wont,
Compromise.
You can not or wont,
Empathize.
Nor will you set aside...
Your pride to embrace reason.
But yet you do a rushing,
To quickly satisfy yourself...
With a temporary decision,
That will not last or please.
It is you that will be swept into regret.
You can not see that yet.
But you will.
This I feel.
And they are real,
These feelings for you I've kept.
You have been convinced by others,
Another they have picked...
Has your best interest.
And I am unfit.
You have been convinced by others,
To introduce between us...
Their conflicts.
And this,
For whatever your purpose meant...
You wish not to avoid or prevent.
No matter what I tried,
With swollen weeping eyes...
Unhidden and hard to dry.
To appeal to your wants...
And,
Expressed needs.
To see...
I am that package you've been awaiting.
Has my delivery come to you too easy?
And you are more familiar with conflict?
Would I have had a better chance,
If I had introduce it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conflicts of Disinterests
Even the varying dislikes they have,
Expressed for one another...
Have developed into new ways,
Of disagreements displayed.
They now address their disinterests,
Of those interests...
Only yesterday they said they would consider.
But debates initiated that introduced similarities,
Quickly alarmed those...
Who wanted to keep alive those discussed disparities.
Even the varying dislikes they have,
Expressed for one another...
Have developed into new ways,
Of disagreements displayed.
Now there are conflicts of disinterests.
With points to make.
As if an intentional disarray,
Has not already been the goal achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Record
For the record.
Let this today,
Be expressed.
No interest to apply discipline,
Or respect for their own culture...
Came from them with respect given.
Until someone they believed they knew...
Had been rumored to get paid,
For this activity!
And years unknown,
By them achieved.
It was perceived what had been accomplished,
Comes to some quite easily.
And collectively a failure grew.
Leaving them stunned.
With a mumbling done.
'How is this possible? '
Knowing the gifts from God,
Who gives.
Maintaining integrity.
And taking initiative.
Sustained with faith!
And the facing of obstacles.
With a belief success comes uncontested.
Desired and possible.
Although it might be tested.
With a bit of heartbreak and failure,
In the mix.
But getting up after stumbling.
Convinced...
One can accomplish anything,
If one's mind is committed to it!
For the record...
Let this today,
Be expressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resentment?
Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.
Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.
Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.
Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynthia's lyrics always expressed the feelings people felt but they couldn't express themselves.
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Confessional Thought
I have said many to of though
A thought that I have shown
I have expressed a deal of hate
Even though it was more falsely
Than the sane emotion I feel today
And also have I disliked a great many
And avoided I did so,
But I have come to realize
That I cannot bestow such feelings
To a mother, sister, a brother, a father
A person who feels pain,
Compassion, hurt, like me
Though a person I truly do not know,
But to judge with those selfish thoughts
That prods me to feels so.
So if I will not judge, hate, or dislike
Learn to love everyone,
Wouldn't this world
be at least,
Be a little happier in the end?
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What I Do Know
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
Masquerading one's feelings,
To later expose them behind one's back...
Is sooo,
Uncool!
And those who do it,
Are sooo...
Unattached from integrity.
I could care less how many Bibles,
They quote scriptures from.
These folks are gutter dwellers.
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
I've been accused of being embittered,
For expressing the anger felt...
From those experiences that brought tragedy,
Into my life.
And quickly I admit it.
Yes.
And my rebuttal about that?
If you don't want to know...
Don't ask!
A rule I use...
To free myself from fools.
I've been told I appear too happy,
With a lack of empathy shown to others.
I can express it.
Yes.
Empathy when given...
Is empathy at its best when expressed.
But becoming overwhelmed by depression?
How does that benefit,
My attempts to get away from it?
Why sit with someone wishing to serve pity?
However...
I do recognize my peace of mind.
How I got it.
When I got it.
And who has yet to arrive...
To be grateful they are alive.
And my life is not on hold!
To wait to behold the beauty of it.
That's what I do know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Actions and Less Words
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
However...
Those of actions and less words,
Impress with images lasting.
And it is the consistency of their thoughts and deeds...
That keeps one in someone's mind,
As one that can be believed without doubt or question.
Too many people today express in public flair,
How deep their loyalty for another is...
And so profess what is kept,
But not truthfully there to be addressed.
With confessions made to others,
As if this passes a test.
While it is the things done they do...
That disproves a conviction spoken.
And not in their hearts to followed through.
Although dramatized displays are created,
To show how someone by another,
Has been made to become upset.
This is straight from a 101 Beginner's Acting Manual.
And those on the receiving end,
Are not tricked to be fooled by deceptions that begin.
Feelings they have are invested too!
And these feelings for them are protected to defend.
Not tossed about in meaningless conversations.
Conversations to impress but without a depth connected.
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Intrusive
If anyone is still left defending,
The nonsense of their foolish visions...
With a hope of a return,
To times that ran them into a brick wall...
Deliver to them bricks!
And isolate them quick.
They will not learn to build anything with them,
At all.
Anyone seeking,
In these days before us...
To stall for time,
Will find their self inflictions...
Less intrusive with outside interference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Black Perspective
Why don't you write more from the 'Black' perspective?
Or the African-American point of view.
Perhaps from the 'Negro' in you.
You have several points of view,
From which to choose.
Why aren't your depictions more from this experience?
'You mean...
The isolation and pain? '
Yeasss.
'The oppression I've endured,
With little gain to claim? '
Oh! Yes, yes, yes!
'My feelings of discrimination,
Racism and hatred? '
Ooooohhh...Yesssss! Yes.
'That bitterness within me.
For being 'Black'?
And carrying it on my back.
With a torment that rips my soul? '
Oh, please. More, more, more.
'The hunger, the poverty.
The homelessness expressed...
Within my people that keeps us divided,
In a separateness?
The misery, the tears.
The sleeplessness for wishing to be white?
And the fears of being a Black man,
With no allies in sight? '
Oh...I feel your anguish!
So tragic.
'My need to tap dance to gain public acceptance?
Regardless of my burdens, tribulations and suffering? '
Please stop this.
You have driven me to tears.
'Well...
To answer your question,
I haven't given that much thought.
However...
When and if I change my mind,
I'll give you a call.
You seem to be more empathetic about that,
Than I am!
Nobody but me pays my bills.
And my creditors could care less,
How I sign my money orders or checks.
Like everybody else...
They just want to get paid.'
Is that it?
'That's it!
That's how I feel about it.
And I am free to complain and whin if I choose.
Just like you.'
Well...
Thanks anyway.
I was hoping for a deeper,
More 'probing' insight!
I'm writing a thesis for my doctorate.
And I was hoping you would co-operate,
With more venom.
'What are you seeking?
To be attacked? '
Oh, no.
Why?
Do I look as if I'm wishing to be seduced?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entwined In Concepts
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
And when these 'things' began to lose their sheen...
Less interest in themselves slowly could be seen.
The need to constantly be together became a non-necessity.
With a wish to be alone in one's own space.
In a place the other was either invited...
Or not invited to be.
And a love between them,
Although expressed...
Was missed.
Leaving dreams and desires,
To be held and kissed...
Becoming less obsessive.
And often dismissed.
As those things cherished gathered dust with time.
There was an emptiness felt!
And invited.
Under one roof where no happiness once there,
For them.
No longer, for them, they could find!
Yet and regretfully...
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own, they did, to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
Loans and debts could not keep this correct.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
Gone was 'that' and any remnants of happiness.
And when their credit became less than good.
They found themselves in arguments...
Blaming the other for a wasted life spent.
And agreeing to split is what they should do,
To prove this less the expensive.
With a being together for them now making less sense.
As they express to others,
They've done the best they could.
But a love to make better wasn't theirs to save.
Nor was it there from the beginning!
And this had been the costly mistake they made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seen More In One Week
For someone who claims to enjoy his privacy,
He has been seen more in one week...
Than all of his elected time in office.
Eight deceiving years,
Of his frequent non-appearances.
Harboring his messages of darkness.
And how a new administration...
Is seeking to make a strengthened nation,
Appear not strong,
But decisively weak.
And like sheep they listen.
To such torture laden speeches.
With no explanation given...
How it was to come to pass,
Under his leadership allowed trashed.
A dictator like Darth Vader...
Was discovered hiding in a hole.
And the architect of terrorism,
Periodically released filmed videos!
Still free!
And probably producing a documentary!
With no mention of an economy...
That has created much suffering.
As if this agony to him has pleased!
And not one dime from his pocket...
Is thrown to the 'urbanites' crawling,
On their knees!
His looks could kill.
They are not of the empathetic kind.
Nor have they ever expressed goodwill!
'Take the camera off the smirk,
Of that jerk! '
But he has been a 'respected' Vice-President.
'And I am the magnificent Wizard of Oz.
Which over glorified deception do you prefer? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Introspection
If something said
Upsets.
And there is a need within to object.
Perhaps introspection,
Will bring about a connection...
That one sat upon with neglect.
Because it is not your point of view,
That a thought expressed is shared.
Why was it stated to bait debate...
If an opinion was not there to declare?
It did not appear in the air,
Simply from nowhere!
A beginning is what it is...
And just to end it is not fair!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Victim Of Learning Too Many Lessons
Why is it that it seems,
You express little empathy...
Towards those who are currently,
Suffering from hunger, homelessness.
And a loss of their dignities.
'I began to express that years ago,
When the sight of it would hurt me so.
And I witnessed those with turned up noses.
Pretending what was exposed,
Had been a dilemma others chose.'
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
Those who suffer,
Have lost their homes and valuables.
And images that impressed,
Others in a lesser position...
They never took time to address.
With their empathies expressed.
'And...
Your point is what?
Their suffering done is more effective?
And my empathy given to them,
Should be more reflective? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
These people have never experienced,
A life lived like this before.
'Neither had my ancestors.
But guess what? '
What?
'When my ancestors suffered,
They never discriminated by looking away.
And today you can say...
I am a victim of learning too many lessons.
And when I am shown a negligence,
By them expressed...
What am I to do?
Show them I have not been taught by the best? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why?
Are these new lessons I have not recognized?
Have those old lessons been changed,
And are now disguised? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What A Red Rose Can Do?
What a flower, what a surprise,
When before our eyes, a rose may arise!
What is the feeling, what it is,
That make us want, someone to kiss!
Is that the atmosphere, is that the smell,
That catches our senses so well ?
Poems have expressed, so much to a Rose,
By many words and rhymes, in their course,
That lovers from everywhere,
Had made the Rose, their Romantic Care!
And now, we both, give each one a Rose,
And express our love, in Poems and Prose!
poem by Yoseph Lupu
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Banjo Man
Gimme a song I know, something I can relate to
People never criticise the way I play
Show me the way to go, I need to make a breakthrough
I dont think that I can wait another day
Its putting years on me, Im a young man going grey
I dont believe that I can wait another day
This simple melody is all I have
I make my living that way
I make good friends that way
Ooh, I really can make no sense of it, as hard as I try
Is it something I do wrong please wont you tell me why
People all seem to like it and no one knows about it more than i
I met a man today who walked in my direction
Stopped took off his hat and lit a cigarette
He listened carefully to what I had been playing
He threw a coin into my hat and walked away
Always play just what they want me to
Everybody wants the same song
If only I could do it in my own way
I feel such emotion, emotion, ooh, emotion, emotion, ooh
Say gimme a song I know, something I can relate to
And no one wants to criticise the way I play
I should just say no and play them what I want to
Cos I dont think that I can wait another day
Its putting years on me, Im a young man going grey
I dont believe that I can wait another day
This simple melody is all I have
I make my living that way
I make good friends that way
They feel my emotion, emotion, ooh, ooh
Emotion, emotion, ooh
song performed by by Genesis
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Not Only Will This Be A Need
There is a certain need coming,
To be less thoughtless...
In our assessments expressed,
That affect feelings of others.
There is a consciousness that is shared.
And an unawareness of this is known by many.
But those days are soon to be gone.
With a 'dawning' within us all.
As if a light has been turned on!
And,
Whatever it is we send out to say...
Will boomerang to find its way back to us.
Maybe within minutes.
Maybe within hours.
Or perhaps in days.
There is a certain need coming,
To be less thoughtless...
In our assessments expressed,
That affect feelings of others.
And not only will this be a need.
It will be a wish desired.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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