Stress Is Kept As It Depresses
A kept stress depresses.
And to confess it isn't the best thing to do...
If one is trying to prove,
They can be super human too.
Some folks brag about what they can do,
When stressed.
As if happiness and getting rest...
Is something to detest.
And these same people,
Complain about having a loss of time.
They can't seem to find any of it,
To relax and ease their minds.
But stress is kept as it depresses.
As people care less to openly profess,
What a doctor has prescribed...
As a remedy to recommend and suggest.
Yet those who believe,
Others they must impress...
Are often those left alone,
With physical and mental issues...
A discomforting breakdown has forced them to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Restricted To Do This For Months
For one hour of mental and physical stress,
One should take a full day...
To just sit and relax with the getting of rest.
Stress ages with a process,
That eventually affects one's peace of mind.
A few have found this to be true.
While others refuse this and do what they choose.
There is nothing more to say,
To the ones in denial and do things their way.
Experience is the teacher,
For those who have learned to obey.
And I would suggest,
To anyone disbelieving with a stubbornness.
Is to wait until that day they become hospitalized.
With wishes to be freed...
From being pricked by needles endlessly.
And forced to take countless x-rays and tests...
By those who probe calling themselves,
Doctors and nurses and interns...
Viewing you naked as 'everything' is exposed.
Being humbled and embarrassed,
For some is a neccessity!
Be restricted to do this for months at a time.
And that's all it will take...
To shaken one awake from a delusioned mind.
Be restricted to do this for months.
And pray a remedy is found...
To keep whispers overheard,
'We are doing our best but let us try 'this' next'...
With the hopes that the 'next' thing,
Is not your untimely death.
For one hour of mental and physical stress,
One should take a full day...
To just sit and relax with the getting of rest.
Unless...
You are the kind who doesn't mind,
Nervously awaiting the results of a test...
That will either prolong your life,
Or announce within days the time of your death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Done to Infect and Infest
An effective ineffectiveness,
Has kept you sufficiently...
Ineffective as a test.
And the best of yourself,
You have made sure endures the stress.
To inflict and spread to others of distress.
And this distress that depresses...
Keeps others confessing to profess,
If it wasn't for a nothingness to live for...
There would be nothing at all to protest.
And that is done to infect and infest,
In an effective ineffectiveness kept to perfect.
Like a gift expected and accepted...
One awaits to get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stress is indispensable.
The stress is a demand on your energy,
Mental or physical. You’ve to have stress
As you are often in conflict as to
Whether to move or stand, fight or flee,
And yield or adopt. You cannot escape it.
The sooner you adopt the less is the stress.
17.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stress
When stress gets me, I’m not alone;
It strikes almost everyone;
Be they my kith or kin or spouse,
Relatives, neighbors near my house.
When stress attacks, I’m not alone,
It affects all known / unknown;
Be they friends or strangers or foes,
In office, class-room or indoors.
When stress hooks me, I transmit it
To those around by habit;
It spares no one, however great,
Almost everyone is its bait!
When stress gets me, I avoid it
And train my mind to remain fit;
Worrying, hurrying will not suffice;
Stress is a leading, lethal vice!
When stress gets me, I ignore it,
Expecting things to ease a bit;
A certain stress is good for health;
Ov’rstress is bad as excess wealth!
When stress gets me, I’m angry;
My house-hold pets too go hungry;
My garden plants get no water;
My world gets shrunk- it does matter!
When stress gets me, I can’t sleep;
Engulfed’s my heart in sadness deep;
I must relax/ do exercise;
This is the distressing device!
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To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fast or Slow.
There are two kinds of people to this existence,
One is fast, stressed out, full of fear in all performance.
Want to prove that he/she is better then the rest,
Ambition, pushiness, mostly ruthlessness is their quest.
Then, there are the slow ones who are careful,
Thinking over things, calm and cheerful,
Because they learned on the hard way,
It do not worth to be stressed out in any day.
You can choose which life for you is important,
Rushing through life, suffer a lot or live life pleasant.
Just let go and let God direct your steps,
Believe that He already do and you will never have any stress.
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Loyal Faith
Doesn't it appear easy for some,
To tell others...
How to deal with their pain?
What to do with their feelings,
As if they can feel the same?
Someone told me they knew how I felt,
Once.
Because I 'told' them so!
But they heard words...
Not the depth of my torment,
Felt!
Or the heartbreak I carried and towed,
Inside my heart for decades!
And I am 'not' one of those,
Who announces agonies with glee!
Like some folks can not say hello...
Before they share every misery invisible,
No one sees when they are forced to leave...
These grieving leeches!
These are the people I don't need around me,
At all!
I know my journey has not been an easy one.
And I see very few skipping through their sorrows.
And that is why God and I are team-mates!
We've been close since my birth!
When I get tired and stressed,
With any old or fresh lingering mess?
I confess it.
Getting it off my chest!
I tell God right then...
It's Your turn to deal with the rest!
I've done my best.
And I am aware of my limitations!
I am 'not' going to try to impress.
With an understanding I wish to address.
Oh no!
Been there! Done that!
'I'll be right here working on my happiness.
If it is necessary for me to be disturbed...
Overwhelm me with guilt,
To quicken acts...
Of my begging for Your forgiveness, Father! '
My relationship with God is well deserved.
And known to be one of devoted loyal faith!
'Father...
I thank You for keeping me,
From being mentally malnourished! '
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I Recommend Everyone Eat Cake
In regards to your digestion,
I would recommend...
The eating of more fruits and vegetables.
'That already poses a disagreement,
As you can see.
Now...
'If' you had 'suggested' the fruits,
And vegetables...
No one here would have ordered,
The icecream and cake.
Just to prove to you,
There are decisions they alone make.
To recommend is one thing.
However...
To suggest implies a willingness to try.
Now no one is concerned about their hips or thighs.'
What a difference a suggestion makes.
'I've been telling you that!
You will learn not to recommend,
But suggest.
The results are unbelievable.'
Hmmm,
I see.
I RECOMMEND EVERYONE EAT CAKE.
'You are wasting your time.
You've got to be a little more pro-active.
Can't you see that is what they are doing? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stress removes stress
Stress your eyes to stare;
Stress your ears to listen;
Stress your brain to think;
Stress your belly to secrete.
Then they grow out of stress.
04.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Climate of Repression
Climate of repression.
Depresses the stressed,
With an bombardment of fear...
To incite anxieties!
Wanting a dependency to exist,
Within all!
And wishing to demolish,
With diminished admonishments!
To astonish with demonicness.
A climate of repression,
Expressed with aggression.
Suppressed with a recession...
Invented to digress,
Those who have chosen lives of happiness...
To inflict and spread an accepted regret.
To have all believe,
A sadness is for everyone.
And that shall be left...
For everyone to get!
And discrimination is enforced,
For those who reject in protest!
A climate of repression,
Comes to test!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given
The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.
Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gettin Too Heavy
Sitting here chillin with you (yeah)
Youre getting close boy
But Im playing it cool (cool)
I must confess
Im feeling you (feelin you)
But Im laying down some rules
Get one thing straight
I wont be played (no, no)
I dont get down that way
1 - you asked me once, I told you twice
When will you understand?
I asked my friends for their advice
They say girl dont give in
In you and me, I believe
But Im torn between
Its getting too heavy for me
Baby why you stress me
Like that (why you wanna stress me boy? )
Talkin bout what you have done in the past (yeah)
I dont take love so casually (mm-hmm)
So dont put that pressure on me
Baby just walk right out the door (right out the door)
Cuz Ive heard those lines before
Repeat 1
Youre telling me this would prove that I care
(its getting too heavy)
But if I waited baby, will you be there?
Will you be there?
There-er-er-er-errr
[breakdown]
You know I like you boy
But you gotta understand
That Im just not ready
Been real with you
But we gotta take our time (take our time)
And Im torn between
Im torn between
Its getting too heavy for me
Repeat 1
For me
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh oh, oh oh
In you and me, I believe
But Im torn between
Its getting too heavy for me
Its getting too heavy
Heavy, heavy, yeah
Dont make me say it again
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
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Stress Away
Stress can be brought on by many ways
family fights, work, love, bills, illness
whatever it is it can make us or break us
to find a way to relieve the stress can be a pain
walks, talks, separations, meditations can help
we all find a way. by the way we clear our minds
the true answer is hidden inside our souls
till we find the answer, bad things happen
fights, separations, loneliness, mind games
it eats at our minds and drains our energies
from wandering minds thru sleepless night
appetites loses as well, depression sets in
we wonder is there no end, will something bend
minutes becomes hours days to month to years
for we need to find a cure, before it consumes us
craziness, lies, fights, works can hurt
to find a way, we must breathe and think
is it worth the hurt, the pain, the strain
things that happen can not be changed
maybe repaired by time, love, mind
don't let stress take your life away
once it does it's strain you'll never fulling recover from
walk away, clear the mind, a gentle laugh, a pleasant thought
to ease the stress, we will Learn and Live a better life
poem by Michael Peterson
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With What the Stress Has Taught
Though I have not a reason for my stress
The world begins to test me once again...
I love my life but now I must confess
That I would not mind if it were to end.
The mental tension has my life confined
And there is no nepenthe for my strain,
But still the life I love does ask my mind
To burn and blacken out in daily pain.
Why must the burden be too large to bear?
Why does it snap the spirit like a twig?
Why does the mind commit to such affairs
That give us but another grave to dig?
Though stress ignites the hell within my thoughts,
My life improves with what the stress has taught.
People In the City
… people eat junk food and curry
because they are always in a hurry
… people collide into each other
without saying sorry
… people talk on mobile phones
in high pitch tones
… people hardly ever smile
because they are paranoid or shy
… people suffer from obesity
because they drive everywhere
… people inhale polluted air
because of fumes in the atmosphere
… people litter the streets
because the penalty fines are too cheap
… people commit crimes in the streets
because there aren’t enough cops on the beat
… people are always late
because the railway tracks are out of date
… people live on credit
because they pay bills by direct debit
… people are unable to relax
because they pay high income tax
… people suffer from stress
because they never rest
poem by Margaret Aberdeen
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Relaxation
Relax breathe at ease
let out a laugh
let all be calm
to panic there is no need
let all over anxious tension
melt away face all fear
seize the brand new day
let mind thought untangle
from emotions
Sink deep
immerse self in calming solvent
of inner space
let life flow free through the senses
no attachments let all fall into
proper place
remember poetry is a sacred occupation
a joy a gift a blessing a passion
don't let become obsessive obligation
Allow mind down time relax
recoup recline with ease
pay attention to bodily signals
indicating need for rest
no need to turn a thing of beauty
into a source of guilt and stress
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Staff Welfare? ?
I must insist that you desist.
Your pointless questions I resist.
But you continue to persist.
A typical psychiatrist.
The questions that you ply me with
all appertain to Mr Smith
and to the town of Aberystwith.
This has to cease: right now, forthwith.
I fear you are in error sir
Although you do not want to hear.
I am in fact your manager
and your mistake may cost you dear.
It seems you have your wires crossed
and will not listen, you have lost
the plot. What worries me the most.
You seem to be deaf as a post.
Have you trouble with your hearing
Or have you merely lost your bearings.
A psychiatrist should be caring
I find your attitude is wearing
away at my patience.
I’m fast losing confidence
in your ability to sense
what is bothering your patients.
I think perhaps it would be best
if you were forced to take a rest.
This is an order, no request
It seems that you are deeply stressed.
I will arrange cover for you.
That is the least that I can do.
This is the course I must pursue
You understand of course you do.
Although you are a little mad
at present you are not too bad.
There is no reason to be sad
you’ll get the rest you haven’t had
You must take all the time you need
I am so glad that you’ve agreed
Just rest relax and perhaps read
and soon you will be up to speed
Your job will still be here for you.
When we are sure you’re able to
do your work as you used to.
Good therapists are far too few.
We can’t afford to let you go.
You are one of the best, I know
your suspension comes as a blow
But you must learn to take it slow.
I can state clearly you’ll be missed
a senior staff psychiatrist.
Not just a number on some list
So be a good chap don’t resist.
You know I have the power to
recommend that we sack you.
Something I do not want to do
You must believe that it is true.
So ends an awkward interview
I have done all that I could do.
Of course it’s subject to review
By the bosses I report to.
They may think I was incorrect.
An outcome that I don’t expect
I think I have earned their respect
I’m sure they’ll ask me to select.
A locum who will work for less
but who can stand up to the stress.
I have no choice but to confess
the systems in a dreadful mess.
It’s pointless voicing a complaint
We are under such constraint.
You need the patience of a saint.
And that is something which I aint
19/08/2009
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Out Of Chicken Nuggets
I could not make this up,
But...
I saw a woman going nuts,
Because her favorite restaurant...
Ran out of chicken nuggets.
She went ballistic when she learned this.
And was televised throwing a fit.
She broke the glass at a drive up window.
And punched the clerk because of it.
Some folks just can not handle stress.
And many aren't accustomed,
To being told 'no' and not yes!
And some today are clearly needing mental rest.
Yet...
There ARE some things people should not address.
And this is an example,
Of what one should not have done...
So publicly to get off her chest!
I could not make this up,
But...
I saw a woman going nuts,
Because her favorite restaurant...
Ran out of chicken nuggets.
'They ran out of nuggets!
And she found a reason to lose her mind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left to Play the Blame Game
Conditioned to discredit their own kind.
In neighborhoods...
Where one has said,
Folks have lost their moral fiber.
Others who have come to witness this...
Have come to realize,
Those folks have also lost their minds.
Unfortunately...
They have been encourage,
To lose their identity as well.
Their ambitions have been to flaunt,
A foolishness dressed to impress!
In a collected unified distrust of one another.
Not realizing this would lead to communities,
Under duress.
And stressed in their own distress.
With no one left to care,
How or if they correct such a mess.
Since this has been their wish!
Bestowing a self destruction done at its best.
Left to play the blame game...
With no one but themselves.
Pointing fingers!
And leaving them to thrive...
In conditions they've imposed,
But have chosen to see it with eyes...
In blind defiance.
Despising truth,
That confronts them exposed.
But this and who they are goes denied!
No matter who comes qualified...
To tell them about themselves.
Or tries to correct their ignorant lives.
Whether dressed in street clothes...
Or suited up with bowties!
'They just do not get it! '
A mindset this shallow...
Although recognized,
Is best to leave in the hands of those who defend it.
Since those who criticize and become offended,
Are the ones that are ostracized!
The ones trying to mend it!
Finding they are living much happier lives...
Divorced from such division.
Divorced from those in constant criticsms.
And observing this nonsense from the outside.
Living with a peace of mind...
As a decision made.
And feeling grateful and blessed,
In confessions they profess...
They were able to find,
With a welcomed rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Many Times Have You Asked Yourself
Finally...
You reach home.
Believing you are sheltered.
And will get deserving rest!
Then suddenly the phone rings.
To leave you wondering,
If the caller is someone you should address.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
Relax?
You can't!
A tension is enhanced.
The phone keeps ringing to erase the chance.
And...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
How many times,
Have you asked yourself...
How many times,
You've asked yourself....
How many times have you done this and did nothing else?
To be there to please somebody else...
And not yourself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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