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Since It Is The First Of August

The first of the month seems so promising,
Doesn't it?
An elevation of expectations begins.

And today,
Since it is the first of August...
There is a sense of a renewed committment to life,
Clinging onto the atmosphere.
It is as if the 'spirits' are granting us all,
Extra wishes!
Like the road of happiness is being cleared of debris.

The first of the month seems so promising,
Doesn't it?
An elevation of expectations begins.

Why do conflicts seem foolish to digest?
And all this talk about one's color and brain size...
Exposes the best of professed ignorance.
Making less sense to comprehend.
Isn't it ignorance that creates conflict?

Well...
It is the first day of August.
And soon Fall will remind us all,
Of the approaching holidays that will again amaze,
Our sentiments.
With no other requirements from us but to just exist!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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August....

August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.

poem by Natasha Ligons
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It Is Best To Be Prepared

Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.

When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.

I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.

Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.

But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.

It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!

And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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August Sunrise

The sequence of months
reoccur without exception
Never failing to reiterate...
Recreating life's dimensions

The phases of the moon
punctuate each day and week
as eventful chapters fade away...
August is here as I speak

The eighth month of the year
is especially significant to me
It is the month that loved ones
departed… leaving only a memory

Grandmother, mom, and spouse...
all relinquished all earthly ties
during this month of bountiful giving
Reminding me of their goodbyes

Their caring love is felt with the
greatest intensity at this moment...
when an August sunrise wakens
my heart… their spirits are present

8/10/2010

poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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The Increase Of Its Popularity

The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.

Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction. Yet true happiness comes from a sense of inner peace and
contentment, which in turn must be achieved through the cultivation of altruism, of love and compassion and elimination of ignorance, selfishness and greed. The problems we face today, violent conflicts, destruction of nature, poverty, hunger, and so on, are human-created problems which can be resolved through human effort, understanding and the development of a sense of brotherhood and sisterhood. We need to cultivate a universal responsibility for one another and the planet we share. Although I have found my own Buddhist religion helpful in generating love and compassion, even for those we consider our enemies,
I am convinced that everyone can develop a good heart and a sense of universal responsibility with or without religion.

quote by Dalai Lama
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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When New Year Comes

When New Year Comes
Everybody Shivers
In the month of January
Which is cold and Airy
In February winter get’s Weary
Prepares for Leaving
Paving way for spring to come
In the month of March
Flowers loom Large
April comes
Summer knocks on the Door
When May comes,
Sun Brightens
Mangoes ripe and Juicy
Long hot days
Make June very tiring
Holidays for Children
All wait for Rain
Monsoon at its Peak
When July arrives
Rain brings Smile
August is the month of Freedom
Sometimes sticky sometimes Hot
In September one feels
Better then August
We call it Autumn
One see’s Flowers
Which are colourful and Rosy
October is the festival Month
Weather is good
Winter getting Ready
November makes everybody Happy
Everybody enjoys
Lights of Deepawali(Festival of Light)
In the Cold month of December
Christmas celebrated
Throughout the the World
Everybody says goodbye to the year
Welcomes New Year
On the night of 31’st December

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Time does not exist

time does not exist
we made it up...
imagine you ask someone
for the time and the
reply 'time is a fabrication of
the mind to cope with change.'
you'd think them to
be strange.
but the more you think about it
the more sense it makes.
time does not exist
when you finally comprehend it
everything else becomes a lie,
science will make no sense
history will not be in the past
time does not exist
what else doesn't exist...?

poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.

quote by Derek Jacobi
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Concentrated

When an ignorance offends,
What point is made...
In the making of attempts,
Trying to change it?
That kind of ignorance is concentrated.

A fool is one,
Who doesn't recognize...
Being over-ruled.
Anyone with a hint of wisdom...
Sees ignorance for what it is and leaves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Seem to Have a Purpose in Life

What am I out to prove?
What would make you think,
I am out to prove something?

'Well...
You seem to have a purpose in life.'

And...?

'You seem to have a positive disposition.'

Oookkaayy. And..?

'Well...
You just seem to know where you are going.'

Hmmm...
And you can tell all of that,
By me just standing here waiting for a bus?

'Well,
You have that...
Prosperous demeanor.
You carry yourself like you sniff money all day.
And...
Well,
I was 'hoping' you were standing here,
And waiting for your bus...
With an extra ten bucks in your pocket.'

Are you part of this new job program,
The President is going to announce this Fall?
Huh?
Are you in training to be a tax collector?
Or a comedian?
Which one?
Both of those fields look promising for you.

People are seeking more ways to be entertained.
And you,
My friend...
Sold me on your presence alone,
Immediately.

But no!
If I carried around an extra of anything...
You and I would have never met.
Not at a bustop.
With my wishes it doesn't rain,
Before I get home.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These 'Paying The Consequences' Days Being Paid

They are all over the place.
There is no escaping from them.
Acknowledging their presence...
Is all that it takes.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.

They are...
All over the place!
Deceivers, heartbreakers...
And conflict makers.
Backstabbers igniting,
Divisions with infighting.

Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.

Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.

Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.

Hasn't the rise of ignoring disrespect,
And the lack of discipline...
Taught anyone 'anything',
About what ignoring 'something' begins?

I bet many are learning...
What paying the consequences means for them.
These 'paying the consequences' days being paid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black History Month

In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.

But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!

Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...

*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't it be August again?

Can't it be August again?
When the trees swayed
With the last breath of summer upon them
The way I laughed
Without a care in the world
Summer tans beginning to linger away
And soon disappear

Can't it be August again?
When these emotions didn't exist
And all I felt was happiness
None of this depression
No, none of these feelings

Can't it be August again?
Where junior year was right around the corner
And i had a license in my hand
And car was only coming out of my mouth
Not your name

Can't it be August again?
Where you didn't even exist in my world

poem by Frani Bell
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August is the dying month

August is the dying month
When hot July struggles to keep her hold
Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
Pretending to be summer
As if children heading back to school stir the cold from the sky

It is a refined deceiver

August is a butterfly crushed on a roadway
One side dead to the pavement
The other is still vibrantly flutteringly alive
Fighting to fly away but it’s fate is already sealed

It is a delicate executioner

August is the month colors trickle from trees
A first leaf unnoticed tumbles
Sheepishly the others will shortly follow
Shamefully they will drift to the ground

It is a subtle destroyer

August is 6 PM
The disillusion of a day realized
Dinners to be eaten alone
Murky dark mixes with the daylight
Spitting out gloomy gray

It is a sophisticated betrayer

August is the death rattle
Demise by means of a Fall
Stealing gaped mouth last breaths
Swallowing everything into its earth
Coughing back a cold winter in return.

poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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Nobody succeeds beyond his or her wildest expectations unless he or she begins with some wild expectations.

quote by Ralph Charell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Knowledge Is There to Gain From This

It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
Seem to be permanently closed.
There are no fences to jump,
Or keys to unlock gates.

Even the faking of not having it,
Is hard to do when ignorance approaches.
There have been cases,
In which attempts have been made...
To masquerade a wisdom,
For the sake of keeping peace.
Since all peace wishes to do is to live in it.

This can not be done.
It seems that ignorance becomes offended.

And conflicts begin!
The forces of ignorance struggle to win.
Leaving consequences for them to suffer!
And knowledge is there to gain from this.
But it is ignorance that is stubborn.
Wanting to prove without knowledge...
Alone it can exist in the spreading of its nonsense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ant

A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

Hey! Why not?

poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
Submitted by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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To Keep Up With the Times

It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.

With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!

And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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obama From Washington Applause And To Any Point In The World

He is the new leader in an old US states
he eats up new expectations against
the old war conventions
the tiresome terror situations
the economic recession

He talks like a concentrated sunshine
breaking racism
fusing into one blood

His exciting gesture
well-toned voice
deep thoughts
and every inch of him
stirs up dramatic emotions
pushing promising leap in
american history

and it is today
the very day of his speech
as newly elected President

CNN live as frontal amusement
with thunderous applause
tuned with standing ovaton
in the wave of promising new earthly heaven
welcoming new America drizzling economy

all are tied up with wishes, prayers
including the tiny Philippines
embracing the blessed shower of hopes
with Obama's emphatic visions

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Easier to Be Selective

Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!

Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.

Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!

Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.

And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.

With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.

Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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