So Many Mistakes
If I had not been rebellious,
Seeking to have my own interpretation of life...
I would not have made so many mistakes.
Or had found my knees scraped on many occasions.
And experiences that have assisted my maturity,
Would have never happened to enlighten me with wisdom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Just Want What They See
Wisdom is not accessible,
To anyone walking into a candy store.
With a wish list to pick and choose,
Their experiences.
Assuming they will get a choice to lick,
Through a few samples.
It takes a willingness to bob and weave through thorns.
Crawl on knees already scraped and worn.
For many to pass those tests and failures to admit.
Before any selection made at a candy store,
Can be appreciated for the variety of flavors.
That sit within it.
Ask the one who has the 'key'.
And responsible to pay the bills.
Some just want what they see,
Without knowing what's involved.
To just turn the lights on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is a Growth Process
What would you like for me to say?
I feel your pain?
Or...
Forgive me,
I'm feeling my own right now.
Would you like a rain check?
There is nothing super human about me.
I can express empathy and unhappiness.
And in the past you have gotten that.
But to neglect myself,
To be there for someone else...
Has been done successfully.
With a lot of ungratefulness shown in exchange.
Remember when I was there holding you?
My own tears fell like rain and out of your view.
The only thing to you I hopefully can explain,
Is this...
What you are going through,
One day will heal and your life will improve.
And how best that gets done...
Only you will know it with maturity that comes.
Life is a growth process.
Full of lonely and unshared experiences to address.
And without assistence you will recognize this...
Affecting your decisions made,
On many of those heartfelt occasions.
And that will not for you be rare.
As long as you deeply for someone else care.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We're all capable of mistakes, but I do not care to enlighten you on the mistakes we may or may not have made.
quote by Dan Quayle
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Having Wisdom
Having wisdom should enlighten,
But sometimes it can frighten.
Especially when its expected,
Those of age should reflect it.
But they don't.
A disproportionate of those shallow...
Can be callous with a callowness expressed.
Believing an aging process,
Delivers them out of an immaturity that is further digressed.
Yes...
Having wisdom should enlighten.
Having it should produce the brightest moments,
Of our days.
Yet it seems that having wisdom does not mean...
An extension of it shared is not declared,
But the thought of it demeans.
And that is troubling today,
When so many escapes from it are seen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissal Of Fears
There is nothing like falling out of a tree.
That has happened to me.
Twice,
At least.
There is nothing like taking chances.
With a clear understanding,
There may be consequences to pay.
That has happened to me.
More times than I care to remember.
More times than even I...
Can remember.
And still find my actions,
Difficult to believe!
There is nothing like making mistakes.
Especially those,
That come to shake one awake.
That has happened to me.
Until running into a brick wall,
Made my nose bleed.
Literally.
And...
There is nothing like getting up,
Off of one's knees.
Stripped of an ego.
And every pretension...
I fed upon as a necessity.
There is nothing like falling out of a tree.
That has happened to me.
Twice,
At least.
As if an introduction,
To prepare me for a journey!
And today...
For some reason...
I can not pass a tree without touching it.
Or giving it a very long hug!
With the gratefulness,
I had the audacity to take chances.
And a dismissal of fears to live my life as it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Progress
If life was supposed to be easy,
And things happened by request.
Would you take everything fore granted?
And never try your best?
Everyone needs some failures,
And success, is there to earn.
If everything is handed to us,
How are we supposed to learn?
Mistakes they turn to wisdom,
And the wisdom we pass on.
To our children and their children,
After we are gone.
They will learn from our mistakes,
And then they'll make their own.
They'll learn through all that they've done wrong,
And see how much they've grown.
This is what's called progress,
It helps us to advance.
It's better to fail than not to try,
So always take the chance.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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To Trip and Stumble
It matters not to me,
Where you believe I come from.
Or where my next steps are placed,
On a path I take...
Through a host of judgements passed,
To trip and stumble to the ground...
With only my pride and integrity to grasp.
I am the first one to admit,
I have no wish to be perfect.
Or rush to conceal mistakes I have made.
My faith is much too strong,
Than anyone's critique focused on my wrongs.
As I am observed standing tall once again,
After experiencing scraped knees to expose I can grin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How I Approach My Life
I am often reminded,
How the direction of my writing...
Has changed over the years.
And for the life of me,
I can not understand it.
I've done the best I could,
To keep my outlook elementary.
And perhaps it has been my evolving,
Since high school...
That my thought process and experiences,
I had since then...
That I should attribute to my maturity.
What a dilemma!
However...
God knows I am doing the best I can,
Not to be so observant and intelligent...
As to how I approach my life.
But I do keep my fingers crossed,
That my growth process is not that noticeable...
To those choosing to remain in denial,
And become offended by my adult revelations.
Hey,
Who knows?
Maybe I'm just one of those people,
Who refuse to stay limited to perceived expectations.
You know...
Rebellious, arrogant, self confident, honest and forthright!
And...
65 years old.
One would think I should know my place by now?
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet-one believes just himself
Each wants experiences, very own;
Each wants to do the things, he wants, his way;
Each wants to ignore his mistakes or moan,
For blunders made in life for fire-play.
Each wants to experiment in own ways;
Each wants to infer, interpret himself;
Each wants to ignore cost or taken days,
On road to success, failures, lucre, pelf.
Each wants to take decisions tho' faulty;
Each wants to advise others but not take;
Each wants to bathe in waters too salty;
And wants a fortune easy, to fast make.
Each wants to believe just himself always;
Not learning from others' wisdom, he stays.
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Sonnet: One Believes Just Himself
Each wants experiences, very own;
Each wants to do the things, he wants, his way;
Each wants to ignore his mistakes or moan,
For blunders made in life for fire-play.
Each wants to experiment in own ways;
Each wants to infer, interpret himself;
Each wants to ignore cost or taken days,
On road to success, failures, lucre, pelf.
Each wants to take decisions tho' faulty;
Each wants to advise others but not take;
Each wants to bathe in waters too salty;
And wants a fortune easy, to fast make.
Each wants to believe just himself always;
Not learning from others' wisdom, he stays.
poem by John Celes
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Being Freed From Feeling Offended
The reason why those elderly,
Are tossed aside when they become of age...
It is a wisdom and common sense,
Those incompetent...
Believe they can fake,
Without experiencing life or learning from mistakes.
Those who have aged and confess this when addressed,
Are willing to admit and quickly say...
Without the feeling of embarrassment,
To affect any impressions they may have made...
On others who are equally disconnected from reality.
With a seeking of being freed from feeling offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistakes Are Expected To Be Made
Would it be worth it to reverse and redo,
Those mistakes I've made along the way?
For purposes to correct,
What today I am better to convey?
With a maturity that is assured.
And with a humility I've learned to display?
Many times I have thought about this.
As I reminisced those lessons,
I should have grasped but dismissed.
And IF it was a possibility,
To correct and perfect my blemishes...
Flaws and imperfections,
Others inspected and criticized!
My life would not be as fulfilling.
Since my time would be occupied...
With making excuses and creating alibis.
And I would have been limited to sit in fear.
And I thank God,
It was not the fear of obstacles...
That have kept my steps blessed.
It was faith and prayer that made me aware...
I was just one of many artists,
Assigned to do my part...
To add onto this living canvas,
We've come to call life to live and give.
And mistakes are expected to be made.
With attempts in the wrong direction,
Only God forgives if we ask of Her or Him...
Or Both,
To be forgiven!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Is the Whoopie Goosed From You
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Tingled were sensations,
A few dollars had amused.
Now you're quite upset.
Regrets are now your pets.
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Morning and noon too,
You feel you've been screwed.
And nobody's there...
To give a damn or care!
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheerleading.
I found my niche in life
In a sport not quite like me
Because on the outside
You saw a shy, timid, tomboy
Who avoided eye contact
And wore boy shorts and had scraped up knees.
I was afraid to speak my mind
And had never worn a skirt
Bows just disgusted me
And make-up just seemed like way too much work.
But slowly I fit in
Cheerleading became apart of my life
It kept me away from home
And all the pain and strife.
I became more outgoing
My true self began to shine
I had found my true identity
The identity that was mine.
Cheerleading saved my life
In too many ways to count
Without cheerleading
I wouldn’t be who I am now…
Sara
poem by Sara Amidon
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Something Dumb Did
One's ability to purchase and acquire things,
Does not bring one into the center ring...
Of maturity.
To bow and be acknowledged under spotlight.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
With a taking of one's own steps made,
In the acceptance of mistakes.
A maturity arrives that enlightens one's life.
With no anticipation done.
To secure a maturity when it comes.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
Is the winning of a beginning of control one holds.
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
A maturity takes over.
One that is seen that needs not to be sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking The Wise
The world keeps on turning
And youre locked up in it 4x
Before I was lost, but now I am found 4x
Seeking the wise 4x
Im in like that and Im right on time
Im looking for the king and will find the way
The truth and the one that gives life payable on death
And were seeking the wise, no where to run looking for the son
No where to run
2x
You are, you are the one
4x
Im breathing dust of conspiracies, iniquities
Infiltrate the wisdom, but we bounce back and burn like the sun
Im needing help like welfare recipients
While false prophets keep writing fake manuscripts
Brought down like fugitives, saints on the warpath
Watch how you live, oh god, please make me capable,
Cause all human wisdom is fallible
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No shoes (for Karen)
I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of you and I
and it made me think of times gone by
and somehow it made me want to cry.
I saw two kids with knees all scraped
and it made me think of sticking plasters
and how we'd fast become ‘blood brothers'
and how we'd sworn to love each other.
I saw two kids that had no shoes
and it made me think of winter blues
and how your feet had been so sore
and it made miss you more and more.
I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of good ol' days
when troubles were all far away
and I forgot myself that day.
And I sat upon the curb again
and recalled when we were best of friends
Those days of youth so blithe and free
when I was six and you were three.
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I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No, I can't stand the pain
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I want to start this over again
So I try to hold on to a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No, I can't
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
song performed by by Simple Plan
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To Assess And To Free
It has taken me many years to rebuild my life.
MANY.
And I could care less how I am perceived.
My experiences have assisted in my beliefs.
There are few people,
If any at all who know what this means...
For me to assess and to free myself from BS.
With the success of a peace of mind I have received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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