Sit
Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit,
And do not fidget...
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thin Skins
Learning to listen,
With attention not mentioned...
Assists an understanding,
Affording one to comprehend!
If one is willing to absorb...
And not defend from a boredom stored!
A mind will then open,
Choosing not to close!
Letting this process begin,
With a yawning that ends!
But so many sit,
In fidget restless fits!
After realizing something said...
Is directed purposely at them!
And there are those of us,
Spewing words to cuss.
To protect thin skins...
We are too afraid to shed,
To let an honesty enter within!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect It Deserves
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason!
Those believing a manipulation succeeds,
Eventually spend their lives...
In some form of recovery.
In an 'IF' wished.
Either a reflection is done,
On a waste of time committed.
Or a chase to catch up,
To escape from the past...
Is foolishly admitted.
In an 'IF' wished.
However one comes to interpret,
These times we live...
It is certain,
There has been an issuing...
Of duties to be done,
Based upon an alignment...
Of Cosmic assignments.
Most of which have gone ignored.
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason,
Beyond the limited depths of our understanding.
And...
As long as that becomes understood,
Those frustrations we face will be erased.
As long as this place we call Earth,
Begins to receive the respect it deserves.
We serve 'It'.
Much more than 'It' needs us to serve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Represented By Observation
People do not listen with intent to comprehend.
People hear what they want to.
Even if the words they hear were never mentioned.
He specifically stated 'No acts of terror will be condoned'.
And those hearing what they wished heard him say this,
'What was done was an act of terror'.
Even with his taped remarks repeated...
Those who oppose his comments,
Still hear what they want to hear.
Because people do not listen to achieve clarity.
And this is represented by observation.
To describe and act not yet committed,
Is different than hearing those insisting...
There was something they heard,
But nothing of it was mentioned...
To fit their twisting of it.
~So what is it that you're saying? ~
'I like my pizza topped with onions, green peppers...
Roasted red peppers and saugage.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sure You Get The Point
If you are in a conversation,
You 'thought' was being shared...
And it begins to dawn on you,
The conversation you thought for two...
Was actually a conversation of one.
And no listening to you is being done!
Pay even closer attention,
To what is being mentioned.
And...
You will begin to realize,
What's important in people's lives.
And it shouldn't take long,
For anyone listening to another...
Go on and on about themselves,
Just where they are reagarded and placed...
One someone's priority list.
'Oh?
Yeah and...I...
Uh huh, huh...yes...and I...
Uh huh.
Yep.
And you know...uh huh...okay.
Uh huh...and...uh huh.'
I'm sure you get the point!
And if you don't...
Maybe you should be the one to listen.
And let someone else say something,
While you familiarize yourself...
With the process of breathing.
You know...take a few breaths.
And learn something.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acknowledging My Sentiments
I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
And with an empathy that is felt.
If someone doesn't understand,
Or appreciate my motives...
I am the last one it may dawn upon,
To evoke my own mental commotion.
I'm not devoted to my ego on those terms.
I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
And with an empathy that is felt.
And acknowledging my sentiments,
Has a lot to do with the exquisite friendship I have...
That I early in life came to face and embrace,
With both truth and honesty.
I'm not devoted to my ego!
However...
There is an understanding given to its limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Magic Done
There is no magic done,
That comes to one...
Who begins to comprehend.
Maybe a stumbling to overcome,
To get up and start again.
Wisdom isn't a given...no!
Without experience involved.
And that one who seems 'intelligent',
Has probably fallen many times to crawl.
To get up with arrogance to walk again.
THERE IS NO MAGIC!
Or a waving of a wand done.
That is serviced upon anyone,
Who begins to comprehend.
Maybe a stumbling to overcome!
To get up and start again.
And this determination...
Is seldom seen or mentioned with patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Address As A Valued Standard Formality
People do not want to hear the truth.
Not as it is apply to the activity of reality.
Nor do they want to take time to listen...
With a patience to comprehend,
Anything mentioned to them...
That may be detrimental to their lives.
And with a quickness they find ways,
To fantasize.
However...
A complaining without an end to this,
Many will do...
After learning they have been deceived.
And these very same people,
Do their best to impress with pretensions.
To address as a valued standard formality.
They don't call this deception.
This is preferred to be called social etiquette.
Intermixing with others also associated,
With the giving of false appearances.
As a feeding of nonsense fed is shared between them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stand Up Or Be Randomed
Stand up or be randomed,
If there is a wish...
One desires to have recognized,
To bring upon an attention...
One who speaks,
Refuses to have dismissed.
People of today,
Have tossed out those whispers.
Speaking up may offend!
But getting one's point across,
Eventually will get...
Others to listen.
Stand up or be randomed.
Speak out or sit.
But don't annoy as you fidget,
Thinking someone will notice it!
Stand up or be randomed.
Or sit in an expected quietness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Ditched
Is it fair to enable,
Another who solicits it?
What dare is it to rock a boat,
When one can not swim.
Or refuses once ditched,
To not panic but float.
And ears plugged stay closed.
And those who choose to argue,
Without considering to listen.
Should they be empathized,
When their minds capsize...
And nothing mentioned to them,
Had never been given a thought...
From the beginning to comprehend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Sorrows
I cry my self to sleep every night
as i wish you was here in my arms
a place where i can build you a fortress
and knight you queen as i listen as you sleep
see i know you're in pain
just by the way you fidget in your sleep
your teeth grind together to prevent you
from weeping, no shame when bug women cry
its ok cause you're hurting
and though you keep it bottled inside
the tears and fears on your face you cant hide
it hurt you deeply as i know you're dying inside
but outside you're looking fearless
poem by Robert Roberts
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S.O.S.
Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
I'm shooting signals in the air
'Cause I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening
Listening
I'll be standing here and I'm miles away
Making signals hoping they'd save me
I lock myself inside these walls
'Cause out there I'm always wrong
I don't think I'm gonna make it
So while I'm sitting here
On the eve of my death bed
I'll write this letter and hope it saves me
Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
'Cause I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening
Listening
I'm stuck in my own head and I'm oceans away
Would anybody notice if I chose to stay?
I'll send and SOS tonight
Wonder if I will survive
How in the hell did I get so far away this time
So now I'm sitting here
The time of my departure's near
I say a prayer
Please someone save me
Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
'Cause I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening
Listening
I'm lost here
I can't make it on my own
I don't wanna die alone
I'm so scared
Drowning now
Reaching out
Holding on to everything I love
Crying out
Dying now
Need some help
Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening?
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Backpackers Seen Unloading
Backpackers seen unloading their weights,
Carried and dripping from a stressful sweat...
Arrive to strip themselves,
Of the excessive baggage.
With messages prepared.
And excitedly address.
And express they do,
A relief to those awaiting to assist.
With a surprise to all of them...
Not a word is mentioned,
Regarding detours taken...
That complicated each turn and twist,
A listening done earlier...
With a determination to comprehend,
Would have easily prevented...
Any danger they confronted and faced them.
And all who did arrive safely,
Are eager to share their seperate experiences.
With a teaching and a willingness,
To others who are patient.
Those who already...
Have gone through their own process,
Of not paying attention when a paying of it was best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Bruises II
I can ponder upon the blackness,
the garrulous of silence
placated by benign solitude
I can endure the ostracizing
listening to lulling lullabies,
listening to trembling metals,
listening to enraptured echoes,
listening to a soundless shattering,
listening to nothingness,
listening to guffawing crows,
listening to diffident clocks,
listening to the waning time;
but am I the only one listening
to these black bruised whispers?
poem by Norman Santos
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What Is It Together Are We Wishing The Other To Be?
If it isn't about me
Nor is this about you...
Then what on Earth are we attracted to?
If I like what I see...
And you say the same of me,
Then what is it together
Are we really seeking?
You say I don't listen,
To your scattered conversations.
I want to understand...
But you take off with new sensations.
And I'm to comprehend,
Which one ends before another begins?
If it isn't about me
Nor is this about you...
Then what on Earth are we attracted to?
This hasn't been mentioned...
But I think you are seeking attention.
And I wouldn't mind,
To receive that from you sometimes!
If I like what I see...
And you say the same of me,
Then what is it together
Are we wishing the other to be?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does Anybody Hear Me
Chorus:
Does anybody hear me?
Is anybody listening to whats going on?
Before we move on.
Does anybody hear me?
Is anybody listening?
How can we change hate?
Before its too late?
Verse 1:
Young with dreams, (ooo oo)
Had em for a long time (ooo oo)
Well nothings impossible
As long as you put your mind to it.
Sometimes you wanna let go
Hold on tight
But you gotta believe
With God on your side
Chorus:
Does anybody hear me?
Is anybody listening to whats going on?
Before we move on.
Does anybody hear me?
Is anybody listening?
How can we change hate?
Before its too late?
Verse 2:
Happy, (ooo oo)
Thats all youll ever wanna be. (ooo oo)
Well, knowledge is power,
Absorb as much as you need
At times I feel like love passed me by
Just imagine how the kids feel inside.
Chorus:
Does anybody hear me?
Is anybody listening to whats going on?
Before we move on.
Does anybody hear me?
Is anybody listening?
How can we change hate?
Before its too late?
Does anybody hear me? (when you feel you need a friend)
(anybody listening...)
Is anybody listening to whats going on?
(on.... yeah, yeah, yeah)
Before we move on.
song performed by by En Vogue
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0008 A Ghazal
I lie awake as the light night-rain falls, listening
to its irregularities, listening
as the breeze blows it now and then
against the window and the curtain flutters; listening
and wondering if I can hear
the rain listening
to itself, as if – I sometimes think I hear this –
there’s a moment just before it stops as if listening
to its own decision to stop, as if it sighs,
thinks, that’s enough; it could be listening
to the gratitude of the closed flowers, the wet earth,
the ecstasy of roots which are themselves listening
to the flowers sleeping, sighing in their sleep.
But do you wonder why I’m listening
instead of sleeping, this warm rainy night?
What’s so important that it needs my listening?
It was the rain that woke me; and as I turned, sighed,
it was the thought of you last night here next to me, listening
not to me, but to your own dreams – which I may never share;
though I may share you in my listening
to your sweet sleep’s breath, felt faintly on my shoulder;
and so, there’s a question in my listening –
did you awake at the same night rain, you so far away,
awake, sigh, and in your half-awakened listening
know that I too, thought of you?
Sighed that sweet thought, of our shared, single listening? …
As the perfume of a rose may be more evocative than the rose,
So sweeter, steadier than thought, dream, memory – the listening!
[A ghazal has a rhyme scheme aa ba ca da >]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Listening Effectively
I got it...
The first time.
I got it...
The second time.
But it was after the third time,
Of understanding clearly...
What was said the first time,
I stopped listening...
To allow you to ramble on.
Hoping in the midst of you doing it...
Something in your mind would comprehend,
I am also participating in the conversation.
And doing the best I can,
To do that effectively.
'Oh...
So,
Why didn't you interrupt me...
To say that you understood? '
I tried.
But listening effectively,
Is not one of your attributes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Only To Suspect
If only to suspect that, that hasn't been conquered yet.
With feeling discontent the words are mentioned.
Like the forgotten invention.
The art of prevention.
If only to suspect that, that hasn't been reached yet.
With a smiling face I'm going to another convention.
A man on a mission.
With thousands of people who are just not listening.
Can you hear me now?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Nobody's Listening
I have a heart full of pain,
I tried to give you everything,
But I noticed that nobody’s listening,
I tried to warn you,
I told you everything I know,
But nobody’s listening,
Thank you for ignoring me,
Giving me this heartache,
You caused me to see what was unknown from the start,
I want hear you say those words,
That you don’t love me no more,
Want to hear you say you hate me,
I knew this was never real,
I have so much pain that can not understand,
But nobody’s listening to me,
Ignore me, hate me, punch me,
Just let me know that you weren’t listening to me from the start.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Snickers
Thought thinkning to fidget
Skinny naked midget
Cans grow wild in Canada
Fishing is candy
The boiling be dandy
Diet Dr. Pepper...'Phonaminah! '
And the paint will be thinner
And the key may meet winner
The bike is riding the mood
Feet taste like rocks
With candy bar socks
Nothing bracelets with food
poem by XBlackxRainbowX
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