So Glad Am I To Have Discovered Listening
If I was not able to listen,
I would not grow...
To comprehend to say I know,
Anything.
So glad am I to have discovered listening,
As something meaningful I do to improve...
My ability to communicate an appetite for it.
With an eagerness to appreciate life as is.
Learning when to be silent with lips closed,
Takes effort and determination inspired by desire.
Knowing there is always something new to welcome,
And experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chinese Wisdom
In crisis, wisdom growth,
And gained.
Intelligence endowed,
But wisdom is learned.
Wise men listen more,
Talk no nonsense.
Wise men may be learned
But learned men may not be wise.
A silent fool can pass for a wise man.
Silence is golden & wise,
Silence is the trusted friend of wisdom.
It is easy to blame our memory
when our judgment is at fault.
It takes a tree ten years to mature;
It takes a man one hundred years to form.
We grow old fast,
We grow wise slowly.
Youth can look only forward,
but age can also look backward.
Maturity and wisdom
take a lifetime to achieve.
Achieving maturity does not
Grow with age.
Wisdom grows when
Ones learned to avoid the wrongs.
Stand for the rights.
Biggest flaw of ones
Has a lot of flaws and
Not correcting them,
Not avoiding them.
Life is a learning journey
To discover who we are,
Learning as if life is
one continuous lesson.
Wisdom is attained by learning
when to hold one’s tongue.
Discretion is the trusted friend of wisdom.
A wise head must possess a closed mouth.
Compiled & adapted by Lawrence Hiung
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Life Is Too Meaningful
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
It's not always a funfest.
Some seriousness is needed.
And misdeeds confessed put to rest!
Harboring anger and bitterness...
Makes little sense to defend.
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
There are those who sit in a stubbornness.
Unwilling and unbending.
And putting an end to their own progress.
Hoping to find someone to understand their whins.
But no one takes that time to comprehend.
People have their own issues...
And many with no one who they can depend.
It's not always a funfest.
Some seriousness is needed.
And misdeeds confessed put to rest!
Harboring anger and bitterness...
Makes little sense to defend.
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
And with or without anyone involved...
It comes as we know it!
And leaves us when it does,
To another place...
No one can now say,
They have been shown!
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Or to live it in conflicts unsolved,
To sit in misery to share or flaunt to flourish.
For purposes to discourage,
With the smothering of any good intention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old World New World
Natives wearing turquoise and silver
Dirty dogs barking in the distance
People of a thousand tongues
Im learning the primitive rights
Im doing as the romans do
Mt. kalais to mt. everest
Then down to the river ganges
To follow your mighty past
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
Old world
New world
I know nothing
But Ill keep listening
Cities tumble into the ocean
Cities getting built in the sky
Now were talking digital
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
Millions playing at monopoly
Rolling the dice of their life
Im dancing and shaking hands
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
I know nothing
Grow old look wise
Never knowing til I die
But Ill keep listening
Ill keep listening
Pan
Shambala
Judism
Hindu
Christianity
Masdic
Budism
Atman of vedies
Sun ra
Astrology
Voodoo
The great dream time
song performed by by INXS
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Dedicate some of your life to others. Your dedication will not be a sacrifice. It will be an exhilarating experience because it is an intense effort applied toward a meaningful end.
quote by Thomas Dooley
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Not One to Produce Something Because of Its Ease
I perceive writing as a craft.
I approach it that way.
I am not 'all knowing'...
But I do desire to be the best at what I do.
If what I share doesn't mean anything to me...
Why would I go through the trouble of composing it to share?
I am in a relationship.
And I want it to be a successful one.
It takes work.
And I am not one to produce something because of its ease.
Everything I do has meaning and purpose.
There is something about taking one's life seriously,
That ultimately makes the difference.
I would think.
Inspired By:
Mr. Duncan Wyllie
United Kingdom
'Duncan, you are 'something else'. I'm glad we are friends.
You are brilliant. One of the greats! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Takes To Achieve Patience
The returning back,
From a dead end that traps...
Will eventually teach patience,
To the one who rushes forward...
With a determination to prove,
Stubbornness prevails.
Fails.
And heartbreaking will be the attempts,
Observed by those who did their best...
To prevent the event.
But one this can not do...
When a child with an adult appearance,
Chooses not to listen?
We can instruct with books.
And believe it takes stern looks.
But experience is the teacher.
Experience does more for opening up the mind...
Than nagging or reminding someone,
Of what they should do for themselves.
And what is more important for them,
They should concentrate to find!
And...
What it takes,
To achieve patience.
We can instruct with books.
And believe it takes stern looks.
But experience is the teacher.
Experience does more for opening up the mind...
Than nagging or reminding someone,
Of what they should do for themselves.
And what is more important for them,
They should concentrate to find!
And...
What it takes,
To achieve patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baby You Got What It Takes
Well, it takes more than a robin
To make a winter cold
Then it takes two lips of fire
To melt away the snow
Yeah, and it takes two hearts a-cookin
To make a fire glow
And baby, you got what it takes
(pullin together)
Well, it takes a lot of kissin
To make a romance sweet
And it takes a lot of lovin
To make my life complete
And it takes a lot of woman
To knock me off-a my feet
And baby, you got what it takes
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-we
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-we
Baby, youve got just what it takes
And it takes more than an effort
To stay away from you
And it takes more than a lifetime
To prove that Ill be true
(sing it with me)
Yeah, and it takes somebody special
To make me say, I do
And baby, you got what it takes
Woo-woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-we
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-we
Baby, you got just what it takes
Well, it takes more than an effort (hoo)
To stay away from you (ooo, I know it)
And it takes more than a lifetime
To prove that Ill be true
And it takes somebody special
To make me say, I do
And baby, you got what it takes
Oh yeah
And baby, you got what it takes
And baby, you got what it takes
song performed by by Van Morrison
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To Reciprocate...Without the Need of Words
Sometimes I fail to respond,
To a request that has been made.
Often in my humility,
I'm left with nothing to say.
Or wish within myself,
I could communicate...
Without words to select from.
Or create a debate,
I did not intend.
And then I don't want to offend.
Anyone who is sensitive,
And may not comprehend...
What it is I am feeling then.
Sometimes I fail to respond,
To a request that has been made.
Often in my humility,
I'm left with nothing to say.
And I guess that is why I am blessed to write.
With a craving that feeds my appetite.
And learning from my own experiences,
I have preferences and things I like.
With a hope within me,
One day I might...
Share nibbles and bits of my life,
And to reciprocate...
Without the need of words,
Or one sound made.
And let our eyes just express,
What is digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The most meaningful engine of change, powerful enough to confront corporate power, may be not so much environmental quality, as the economic development and growth associated with the effort to improve it.
quote by Barry Commoner
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Life is not A question, But It is an experience!
Life is not a question that to be
solved,
it should be experienced!
Life is that experience of facing
and solving problems,
toughest is to know the one who experience.
The evolution of life itself is story
of trial and error!
life itself is that greatest observer
of itself!
The vision of invisible viewing through mortal eyes,
hearing the silent eloquent by mortal ears,
touching the one beyond touch by mortal skin,
Smelling the one odourfree by mortal nose,
Tasting the one who is tastefree by mortal tongue
Immortal showing up as mortal!
Life is an experience between birth and death,
coming here as nothing,
Learning to love and hate,
Learning to work and expect fruits,
developing skill to use senses and devices,
Learning to use mind and intelligence,
Learning and conveying message,
The message of immortal to mortal,
The truth itself in pursuit of Truth!
Life itself is that truth,
looks like an experience
that constantly puts
its own existence
on trial...
The one who had born has to die,
But one who is eternal continues his eternal play!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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It Takes A Celebration
It takes a celebration,
Everyday!
After one graduates,
With a determination to appreciate...
The value of a life lived.
With an erasing done of fear,
That separates an acknowledgement...
When a giving to take,
Does not mean heartbreak is a pre-requisite...
To usher one over the threshold to experience happiness.
Experiencing and going through circumstances,
With chances...
Sometimes may produce mistakes,
That awakens comprehension.
And understanding somehow clicks,
Without it being mentioned.
It takes a celebration,
Everyday!
After one graduates,
With a determination to appreciate...
The value of a life lived.
And this activity comes...
With no time to sit.
As if to nourish...
The flourishing of wisdom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Nasty, Dusty, and Filthy Without Guilt
Nasty, dusty, and filthy without guilt!
There is not another way to describe,
Folks lost of identity.
Stripped of integrity AND their pride.
And people who have chosen...
To assist in the pushing of their futures aside,
Will find themselves in the sharing of an abyss...
Wishing this kind of ignorance,
They ignored to condone!
They gambled and parlayed.
With lips closed and silent.
As their existence drifts...
Aimlessly,
Away!
There is nothing else to say,
To those choosing to be undisciplined.
And caring less to comprehend...
Listen and/or obey!
Especially,
When the odds are not in their favor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Admiration to last till time lasts! Inspiration to inspire till time survives!
Determination to design a destiny.
Dedication to make an endeavour.
Desire to fulfill a wish.
Understanding to comprehend a silence.
Communication to transmit feelings.
Gratitude to greet the love.
Appreciation to treat the effort.
Attitude to carry with.
Arrogance to bear with.
Let the admiration forever last and the Inspiration never go past.
Admiration to last till time lasts! Inspiration to inspire till time survives!
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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With Smiling Closed Lips
God has allowed my life.
With an accepted work ethic.
To do what needs to be done.
And applying effort to it!
My mother taught me this,
As I watched her struggle...
With smiling closed lips.
From plucking feathers off chickens.
To working on her feet,
While completing her duties...
As a hired machinist.
To ensure my sisters and I...
Were sheltered.
Ate!
Clothed and kept clean!
God has allowed my life...
To expose it in composition.
And to do that in a way,
To use praise as the condition.
With smiling closed lips...
Uplifting so much pride,
I have inside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Biting Those Lips
Why are you biting your lips?
'I am practicing.'
So you are learning to keep your mouth shut?
'I said I was 'practicing'.
And as far as keeping my mouth shut...
That is a learning process.
And I did say I was practicing.
I did not say I was learning anything...
Yet! '
Practice makes perfect,
You know?
'Who said anything about wanting to be perfect?
There are too many rehearsing that right now.
With questionable results I am sure will be delivered.
And I am practicing biting my lips,
In the event 'that' becomes a necessity.
And once that becomes discovered as one of my skills,
Well...
Only 'then' will I begin rehearsing perfection,
To overwhelm those disbelieving...
I have yet revealed another talent no one can deny.'
I see.
Well...
You keep biting those lips,
Okay?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am Inspired, Are You?
inspiration is not desired
to be inspired
it is discovered
and authored
it is rewarded
and guarded
by the power to live
the hour to give
an inspired
soul a sense to express,
so, i am inspired
now,
are you?
if so,
spread your wings
and fly
within you,
reach out your hands
and touch the sky
(and beyond)
stay motivated
and inspired...
if not, ask why not yourself?
why not you inspired from yours' sense?
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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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 Listen Is To See
To listen is to see
Silence takes no sides
To think is to be free
Though fate alone decides
Faith is truth in mind
Heart's not always followed
Cruel is never kind
No matter how it's swallowed.
Man can fix and break
Armies march on speeches
Paths for us to take
Experience it teaches
Listen to the silence
And question not it's being
Repent your acts of violence
For listening is seeing....
poem by Dave James
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