Some Impatiently Must Review Lessons
We are human.
And everyone with a taste of experience,
Wishes to have the last word.
And those who seek it,
Get it.
With a lesson for them...
Questioned whether or not,
One has been learned.
Those wanting to comprehend,
Choose to listen.
With understanding as the condition.
Acknowledging a wisdom has been achieved.
Leaving those who get their last word,
Hearing what 'they' say...
And nothing else is perceived.
Some impatiently must review lessons...
Mistakenly thought taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dictation Done
If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...
No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.
And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~ 65 ~
I have learned many things,
With experiences taught throughout my life.
And when I arrived at the age of 65...
With a belief I had achieved a wisdom.
And acknowledging my blessings,
Is this...
The only ignorance I am obligated to condone,
Is my own.
With a freedom to admit it or not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Feel Anything Loose?
You relied on intuition,
Which through perception...
You sought out to teach,
One you believed with ego...
A lesson.
And after doing so...
The one perceived with ego,
Had lessons to teach as well.
Inspired by those,
With similar quests to prove.
And the one lesson,
That has to remain on your mind...
As constant as your knack to judge a book,
By the appearance of its cover.
And...
The one lesson learned you recently was taught!
I can tell this by your lack of motivation to talk.
Someone you thought shallow...
Proved to you to be deep under the surface.
~Never assume you can feed yourself on perceptions.
You will die from starvation.~
You must enjoy knocking your head up against walls?
Do you feel anything loose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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Ultimately Believed
Portraying to be a fool,
Has its benefits...
Eventually to be received.
To accept being one,
Has no advantages.
And ultimately believed.
When one lives to learn to grow,
There is much to comprehend.
Those living not wishing to comprehend,
Have shown what they've learned.
And this reflects.
'Where has all this wisdom you have come from? '
Wisdom?
Is that what it's called?
Well,
It wasn't from a book.
My best teacher has been observation.
And experiencing pain,
Trying to box with concrete walls.
Hearing laughter when I've fallen.
And being perceived for that which I'm not.
Spending a few weeks in complete isolation,
Has helped me to center and focus...
An emotional and crushed mind.
With a getting up off my behind with faith.
And being able to take all kinds of criticisms.
Now...
If that is wisdom,
As you interpret it as something I have...
Then I have a tremendous amount of it.
And I don't know WHY I was picked to have it.
But I'll tell you this...
I awaken each day expressing my gratefulness,
For being blessed to have tolerated much BS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisdom Learned Applied
fish hooks in the skin
pain removed forgotten
sometimes only in your face
gets attention in permanent lessons
remembered taught to mind
with wisdom hard experience won
thus is wisdom often learned applied
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The More We Try
The more we try
Sung by - kenny loggins -
Some lessons are forever
Never need to change
Write and the word is written
Then we turn the page
But some lessons take forever
Time and time again
Caught in a battle that you cant surrender
And can never win
You tried to make me the boy of your dreams
The ones that you never could find
You thought you saw your face in mine
The more we try, the more we just get lonely
Though youve shown me how
The things you say are true
The lesson learned
Is no concern
If you dont even know me
To need love is all I really learned from you
The more we try, the more we just get lonely
Though youve shown me how
The things you say are true
The lessons learned
Are no concern
Cause you dont even know me
Sure youve done what you can do
But when all our time is through
To be loved is all I ever needed of you
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Purpose For the Delivery
Evaluating the messenger,
Does not diminish the content of the message.
Nor do judgements given,
Dissect its power.
Options of free will,
Have never stopped the foolish.
Lessons learned too late...
Are what they are!
Lessons learned,
Too late.
Satiating a taste,
For diminishing appetites.
Those believing it is never too late...
Only have to stop their wishes,
For yesterdays reminisced.
To look outside to find that time...
Has not ceased to stop,
For those choosing to block it from moving forward.
It is doing so without one thought about them at all!
And the messenger could care less,
Who addresses what or when.
Or if ever discussed to comprehend.
To gather any attention then.
That is not the purpose for the delivery!
Nor a concern to debate with them!
Just like time...
Coming,
To Go!
With a flow that does not slow,
To await those chasing it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Wisdom Patiently Achieved
Looking at them,
Anyone would perceive them to be...
Adults.
But listening to their conversations...
And hearing from them speak,
An overwhelming immaturity...
Immediately those mature,
Would detect a childishness limiting...
Their ability to be accountable.
Or any seriousness taken of responsibilities.
And flaunt they do,
Their children conceived.
With few of them understanding their parental deeds.
Leaving themselves and their communities,
Lacking in comprehension...
Of a discipline and what it takes,
To succeed.
With an applying of experience,
And a combination of mistakes made...
That requires a wisdom patiently achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Me, Myself & I
I need you!
That was the last word I said to you.
But do I?
'No matter what happens,
I'll always be with you! '
That was the last word you said to me.
But were you really there?
What I can't believe is that I believed every word you said.
I can't believe that I made myself believe
what we had will last.
How could you have said you loved me
when you didn't?
I thought you were my knight and shiny armour
I thought I was your cinderella.
I thought you were my charming prince.
How could you have left without a trace?
`leaving me with the hope to see your face.
It's been a while, time has passed.
I've moved on.
You hurt me bad,
but I'm a survivor.
I'll do just fine without you.
It hurts so much,
but I've learned a lot.
I have come to realize that I don't need you anymore.
I know I'll find the one for me
I know I can confide in me till then
I know I won't let myself down.
All I've got for now is...
Me, Myself & I.
poem by Eunice Ogunleye
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ASK...You Will Receive
Evasive Wisdom is never known
When Man relies on his conclusions
For human wisdom on its own
Is full of shallow, vague assumptions.
Man, with Pride, will never ask
Content to sum up philisophies.
For Humanity will completely mask
The Truth with empty vagaries.
For truly the Man who asks, receives
As those unlearned fishermen revealed-
Unschooled, but Wisdom God did give
Their Life, in writing, Spirit sealed.
For God does not play hide and seek
His Word is a lamp unto our feet,
He gives grace to the humble and the meek
And the Seeking, He will surely meet.
Like Paul, I was a learned thinker,
Too proud to see the scales in my eyes,
Spiritually mute to know any better
Until I met the God Who does not lie.
For truly IF you do seek Him
With all your heart and all your soul -
I guarantee this Truth is not dim
He'll find you... and will make you whole.
'For the Lord gives Wisdom, and from His mouth come Knowledge
and Understanding.'
PROVERBS 2: 6
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 18,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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As I Was Told
As I was told,
When I was not to old
About wisdom in many thoughts.
Always to look both ways,
Never from home do I stray
And always, release what I have caught.
But then I got older
Once again much bolder
And my parents gave me more advice.
Never anyone do I judge
Try never to hold a grudge
And always forgive, at least twice.
Then when they talked about money
And though, I thought it was funny
But never loan it too family and or friends.
As if I do make that mistake
That worry alone I must take
So never do I borrow, or do I lend.
Now when it was my time to teach
All though my son said preach
The lessons that I was taught.
In this world that he does travel
I don't want his world to unravel
From the things that he seek or sought.
But then one lesson I did learn
From which I had been burned
One that kept me in emotional danger.
So to my son this I will say
Work hard and be righteous everyday
And for work, always hire a stranger.
So there are lessons to be learned
To keep you from being burnt
When you walk down life's bumpy road.
Some will be given by your mother
And some given from many others,
But learn them all, as I have been told.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The 'Word' Is the Word
The 'word' is the word.
Whether it is heard,
Or the hearing of it is ignored.
The purpose of it is to comprehend.
Not to defend against,
The one who delivers it.
Or the ones who pretend,
There is a better definition.
Or is in need from others,
Their interpretation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
In the revolt against idealism, the ambiguities of the word experience have been perceived, with the result that realists have more and more avoided the word.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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The Living Word
I thank God for the day I heard the proclamation of The Living Word.
Faith comes from hearing, my friend, hearing the very Word of God,
Now The Word goes with me always to be proclaimed wherever I trod.
I thank The Lord as The Living Word entered my heart the day I heard.
The Word is very powerful my friend, as sharp as a two-edged sword.
It penetrates to divide soul and spirit to the attitude of the heart,
Convicting one of what really matters, once The Spirit truly starts.
The Word will fulfill its purpose as The Living God is not ignored.
The Living Word can truly change you, with no doubt about its power.
It took me from a world of darkness, where I lived but had no sight,
And opened my eyes from spiritual blindness into a world of light.
Maybe if you heard The Word you would accept Him this very hour.
But how can they hear and believe if no one has been sent to preach?
How can they have the inner peace deep within that will never cease?
Beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Good News of peace.
That is why I so eagerly choose to seek any available heart to reach.
As you face life's final curtain The Word alone is full of certainty.
God has prepared a place in Paradise for all of those who are His,
And for the unwise, fools and scoffers, He's prepared a fiery abyss.
God's not hindered by your uncertainty and ahead for all is Eternity.
(Copyright ©04/2004)
Charmed Into It
If there is 'anything' I've learned,
As I continue to live my life...
With widened eyes and healed knees.
And...
With ears alerted like a bat radared for life.
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
Nor will I be charmed into it!
Michael Jackson took a few steps backward,
And called that 'moonwalking'.
When I did it,
I called it regret!
I discovered a repetition of that,
Cause me much sorrow!
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For War The Cost Is Great
As well as for World harmony another huge setback
There is one big lesson to be learned from Iraq
Those who invade other Countries a huge price must pay
For war the cost is great tis always been this way.
Yet powerful leaders and their advisors never learn of war history
Beyond their big egos they cannot seem to see
They tell us of freedom yet they themselves are free
Of compassion for others and human empathy.
So many must suffer and die for a war to be won
And in war winners are losers when all is said and done
For how can one be a winner with so many human lives lost
A victory in war does come at a great cost.
And yet we hear more rumors of war every day
Most leaders with great power lack in wisdom twould be fair to say
And in the future will the lesson of Iraq be another lesson in vain
For the lessons of war in the past do remain.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nothing Around Them Makes Any Sense
Just because you wish,
To get your anguish off your chest...
And through bitter lips.
Doesn't mean those over hearing this,
Will give you the attention...
You expect from them to get.
If you closed your mouth,
With an intention to comprehend...
You might discover a lesson or two is learned,
And not from your pocket did it cost you a cent.
There are those who believe,
They are beyond those teachings sent.
And they are the ones constantly complaining...
That nothing around them these days,
Makes to them any sense.
Just because you wish,
To get your anguish off your chest...
And through bitter lips.
Doesn't mean those over hearing this,
Will give you the attention...
You expect from them to get.
If you closed your mouth,
With an intention to comprehend...
You might discover a lesson or two is learned,
And not from your pocket did it cost you a cent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't That The Reason
Why should you undo what has been done?
And if you could...
Why would you?
Who learned from the experience?
Did the process make any sense?
And if it did not...
A thought upon a mind was dropped,
To be not forgotten!
And isn't that the reason,
Someone had to do something?
If it had not been you...
Would you have been left wishing,
For more or less understanding?
And who would be there to fully comprehend?
As long as the action was taken...
Let time clarify the motive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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