Some People Grow Up
Some people grow up,
To develop into adults...
In staged phases.
Maturing with a blooming done.
Others grow older in age,
To never experience adulthood.
Or those staged phases of blooming.
And remain immature to play pretend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And blooming
Blooming blooming
You are blooming.
You are white tulip
You are tube rose
You are passiflora
You are mutabilis
You are marigold
And what not
What not you are.
Your world
Wonderful world
I am
With You
You are blooming
Blooming blooming
And blooming.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Evolvement
One can not live a life,
Refusing to accept its transitions.
Many state they will remain unchanged.
And unlike some they come to criticize,
They will keep their feet planted on the Earth.
With kept pretentions denied.
To not comprehend the evolving done,
When one from birth,
Back to Earth all are 'unconditionally' welcomed...
And no one is shunned,
Is a belief any one can remain unchanged,
On this Earth to be perceived as one to be 'earthy'.
To experience what they 'conceive' leaves them uncommon.
All are here to grow to bloom...
With a whithering to make room as nature chooses.
To be foolish about the changing phases of these transitions,
Is one observed to be afflicted with ego self inflated.
And here to judge self righteously,
How others bloom from a bud to nourish Earth's 'evolvement'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Older They Grow But Not Up
Older they grow,
But not up!
Many never experience a maturity.
Raised on entertaining limited thoughts.
And few have abilities,
To comprehend little of what they read.
Or take the responsibility,
To hold themselves accountable...
For actions begun and those they leave.
Older they grow,
But not up!
And demands they make,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Since no one around them wants to hear them fuss.
Realizing not one of those fussers who also cuss,
Wants to take a position,
To make a decisive decision.
Since accusations are prioritized in their lives lived,
As a must.
And expectations are less for them.
For those exposed to them growing older...
Knowing these minds have no time left.
For them to show a growing up,
With a thoughtfulness.
Older they may grow...
But for them it sure is not up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ars Poetica
Some from within, some from without,
without a doubt set to,
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to flow, grow, glow. Thereto
through weaving in and weeding out
touch base with Nature, cue
time, place, as twins defeat and wins
ignored are through and through.
No need to shout, run roundabout,
use artificial glue,
scribe’s violin tunes, underpins,
technique as heart rings true.
Sensations scout, don’t beat about
the bush, tout false virtue,
The poet’s string must second skin
become, ne’er dumb, askew.
Words work their way by night and day
from phases past, to light
through threads at play that more threads lay,
reeled phrases feed fresh flight.
(30 March 2005 revised 9 June 2007 and 1 February 2012)
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Poetics
Some from within some from without
without a doubt flow true
as soul-song spins tale which begins
to grow, and then glows too
through weaving in and weeding out -
touch intuitions know
from phases past so phrases last
through threads which more threads sow...
(30 March 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Autumn Changes
This love of ours is gradually fading
Something is wrong, or somebodys faking
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Too many nights sitting here waiting
Too many days hoping and praying
Something inside seems to be dying
Most of the time I just feel like crying
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Oh yes we can, sure we can
Sure we can, sure we can
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Oh, yes we can, sure we can
Sure we can, sure we can
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Blooming
Spring already
Flowers blooming
Birds humming
Sing their sweet
Sweet song
The air
Full of blossoms
Blooming flowers..
Blooming plants…
Blooming love
Spring is clean..
Spring is fresh…
Spring is that new beginning
We pray for in the end
poem by Alexsis Daniels
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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The Blooming. The Innocence. And The Grooming Done
The blooming.
For the first time I noticed.
The different hues and scents.
Each with a unique,
And magificent appearance.
These are flowers,
Reaching to peak!
The innocence.
Of children playing,
As they display experience...
Climbing the monkey bars,
Closed within elementary school yards.
These are 'adults'...
At the beginning of their bloom.
The grooming done,
By mothers of freshly born pets.
This 'aliveness' felt...
When I witness nature at 'her' best.
The passing of sirens,
Rushing through inner city streets.
Enriches an involvement,
Of a life one gets...
Once it becomes obvious,
How all is connected.
And how one observing,
Becomes attached to it!
All seeking to climax,
At a destiny reached.
The blooming.
The innocence.
And the grooming done!
And I observing all...
As if all is within one.
And,
It is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Social psychology has, as a rule, dealt with various phases of social experience from the psychological standpoint of individual experience.
quote by George H. Mead
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Art Of Life
If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
Hasn't met the director or the producer,
The manager, assistant manager.
The script writer, agent, publicist...
And a host of others behind the scenes.
If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
Doesn't know theater.
Or who calls the shots,
To enable any light to shine
And be spotted anywhere.
Theater is staged.
No matter whose name is on the marquee,
To sell the tickets.
Theater is staged.
And the best acts are trained to fill the seats.
If one knew theater,
One would know the art of life.
And the importance of having not only a good director...
But one with the bucks,
Who can keep the production afloat long enough to seduce...
Is the key to selling an audience sold on what they see,
Until the curtain drops to signal the end of the performance.
Taken from its natural habitat to be staged,
The art of life...
Is only theater to delude and to captivate believers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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staged miracle
the arch enemies play
loving sisters
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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staged miracle
two arch enemies play
loving sisters
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Four Feelings
It's funny when the leaves start to fall,
After they switch colors with each other,
And the days become shorter.
The bonfires grow taller,
And the school days drag on.
It's funny when the nights grow two times colder, sometimes three,
The fire grows warmer,
And the family ties snap closer.
When a blanket isn't worth near as much as a warming hug.
It's funny when the snow turns to sludge,
Snowmen melt down the drain,
and the world fills with illuminating colors.
When the bees come out of the hives to feed off the blooming buds.
It's funny when you start to wear shorts and it feels like Christmas just went by.
When school lets out for the summer, and the boredom begins.
Where popsicles and ice cream aren't enough to keep you cool.
When all you really want to do is find a nice cold swimming pool.
When friends grow older, more memories are shared.
poem by Bria Floyd
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Its Best
time is a seed
that is blooming
into the universe
that is blooming
into the universe
and remember.... blooming
take a deep breath
you can feel yourself
a part of the bloom
a part of the bloom
that hasnt yet seen its best
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Children are today.
Children are today, Too outspoken for their age,
Some of their attitude stinks, and they have too much rage;
When we as adults grew up years ago, learnt to behave,
We respected the older folk, and no drugs did we crave.
Some children today, through abuse, and neglect,
Are hurting inside them, what they need is hard to detect;
They need guidance, love, understanding and care,
They need to be shown that someone will be there.
Children today, are expected to grow up too quick,
Taught to much, far too early, so wrong things they'll pick;
And as they grow, let them grow slowly at their own pace,
Let them be children while they can, and give them space.
poem by Margaret Haig
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That Childlike Clubhouse Mentality
Let me set the record straight,
Before some other novice initiates...
Another round of ignorance,
For immature fools to immulate.
There are those who enjoy what they do.
They are driven by an appetite,
To walk on a path and see their way through.
Few on a mission are not seeking competition.
There are those who recognize challenges.
Not challengers but challenges...
With the jumping over hurdles,
And unforeseen obstacles too!
Many have matured beyond,
That childlike clubhouse mentality.
Many have been healed and cured,
From comments dosed in created insensitivities.
And yet there are some who will never overcome,
Wanting to expose their youthful stupidities.
And seek they do...
To play the role of kids in school.
Let me set the record straight,
Before some other novice initiates...
Another round of ignorance,
For immature fools to immulate.
Grow up!
Or...
Get out of the way of those who are,
Adults who have had enough of your stuff!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transition To Adulthood
teenage years are tough
too many conflicting emotions
too many conflicting expectations
bodily initiated transitions
child morphs cycles teenage adult
powers physical mental cognitive abilities
estrogen testosterone enter play field
bat reason rationality straight out for a six
mother nature whips hormones through a mix
estrogens primary female sex hormones
initiates hard wires female passions desires
testosterone jump starts male reproductive tissues
promotes secondary sexual characteristics
increased bone mass muscle growth of body hair
estrogens testosterone essential for health well-being
contradictions in behavourial requirements
grow up act your age your not a child now
no you can't do that go there your not a child
mixed messages merge with hormone havoc
increased study pressures examination stress
peer pressures required look expectations stress?
Would you mind adulthood more than transitional phases?
At this point in life where you're not really a grown up?
Neither are you a child exempt from adult responsibilities?
not experienced enough to work
not experienced enough to be your own self
but too old to depend on sheltering others?
Where do you go from here?
Careful young soul at threshold of adulthood?
Walk through that door into kaleidoscopic possibilities?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Childhood - The 21st Century
How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
Where is their childhood, in all this hurly burly,
Where is their pure untainted view of things,
Why do they have to grow so old, so early,
And lose the joy that only childhood brings.
Our childhood was filled with thoughts of joy and gladness,
We lived our lives, oblivious to the world
And all the hardships, wars, the grief and sadness,
We stood, waiting for our lives to be unfurled.
We had time to grow, and gain an understanding,
Of each new phase, each change along the way,
As we grew slowly, our senses all expanding,
So with clarity, we slowly changed our play.
We had a framework on which to build and flourish,
Slow and steady, this was no rushed affair,
Taking each step, then step by step to nourish,
Our childhood, so finally adulthood we would share.
What will become, of these 'New Century' learners,
I doubt if they, a dreamy childhood see,
Will they then tell to all those bright discerners
Of their own, how they remembered their childhood to be.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I think older people can appreciate my music because I really show my heart when I sing, and it's not corny. I think I can grow as an artist, and my fans will grow with me.
quote by Justin Bieber
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