Subtle and Expected To Be Effective
Subtle and expected to be effective,
Are those racist implications.
To those attempting to integrate,
A blending of ideals.
For the purpose of expressing humanity,
At its best.
And that's great!
For those who sit with patience to wait,
For someone else to allow them...
An opportunity to appreciate,
Themselves!
Without making demands for this in protest.
'We shall overcome.
We shall overcome,
Someday.'
~What are we seeking? ~
'Identity! '
~And when are we seeking it? ~
'Uh...um, er...uh...
Now? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exceptions Made To Created Rules
Exceptions made to created rules,
Has established the need.
For a Department of Addendums.
Making the following of rules,
Foolish.
For anyone attempting to understand,
The purpose of their origin.
Since the following of rules legitimately,
Hasn't made those values and standards...
Many proclaim as adding a quality to their lives,
A cost effective proposition.
In fact,
Prior to those exceptions made,
One's life lived had been with less complications.
Today,
Those complications are needing interpretations...
For those seeking explanations,
Whether to live basically with no rules to follow.
Or demand more addendums,
To define what basic means.
And which lawful rule is broken,
If one decides living a life that 'is' basic
Will not have them arrested for indecent exposure.
Since many will protest they have become offended.
By someone daring to live,
Without attempting to make impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overcome
overcome your faults
overcome your weaknesses
overcome your sadness
overcome your sorrow
overcome everything and you are my hero
poem by Brandi Reissig
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Overcome
even now the world is bleedin' but feelin' just fine all numb
in our castle where we're always free to choose never free enough
to find i wish somethin' would break cuz we're runnin' out of time
and i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcome
these women in the street pullin' out their hair my master's
in the yard givin' light to the unaware this plastic little place
is just a step amongst the stairs
and i am overcome i am overcome baby holy water in my lungs i am overcome
so drive me out out to that open field turn the ignition off
and spin around your help is here but i'm parked in this open space
blockin' the gates of love
i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcomed
beautiful drowning this beautiful drowning this holy water
this holy water is in my lungs
and i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome
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Finding Life In Death
I spend so much time doting on earth and what it has,
Enjoying what's mine to use, to take, to squander.
I keep modeling myself to what I think will work,
But for my mistakes there is no remedy.
All my light, no matter how hard I shine,
Cannot overcome these stains of dark, of perversion, of guilt.
I look around and am without excuse, there is success, there is right,
But where does this over powering light, that is not subdued by death come from?
Nothing I have within me can overcome me,
Who is this intercessor that magnetically pulls me towards him?
This light, somehow familiar with death, a death, many deaths,
my death.
How is his death on my hands because of my death?
My death, my dying, my deeds deserving death...
For my death he died?
How redemption suddenly eclipses all other pursuits,
I switch from seeking sin to seeking salvation.
And it is found.
poem by Benjamin Feliciano
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I take great pride in having been able to overcome the Asian financial crisis and seeking the opportunities available to bring about an unprecedented growth in the economy.
quote by Zhu Rongji
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That' Once Found
After many years of declaring my identity.
With an opposition to be 'me' on occasion.
I set out on the pursuit of one thing.
And one thing only!
That...
'Was' my purpose.
That...
'Is' my purpose.
And 'that'...
Once found,
Can not be reversed.
I have never had the option,
Of a practiced rehearsal.
Or a flaw I had to welcome,
To live with and overcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With reference to other religions, the Church sees a great difference between them and herself. The other religions are expressions of the human soul seeking God, with some beautiful spiritual insights, but also not without errors. Christianity is rather God seeking humanity.
quote by Francis Arinze
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You are where you've been
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
You are where you've been.
And there is absolutely nothing,
That has remained the same.
And you giving in to what has begun,
Will not bestow upon you a patience...
From those empathetic with explanations,
Slowly participating in a show and tell.
That bling side of life you liked and kept polished...
Has been blemished by those ideals,
You hung onto too long.
And the fading of those times are gone.
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Premeditative Thoughts Conditioned
Endorsing one's entrapment.
That I can not give.
Premeditative thoughts conditioned,
Is not a life to live.
To exist to be pigeonholed,
Are afflictions I do not embrace.
To stay fixed and unadventurous,
Has never been my place.
To explain what to do to another to get done,
For them may have purpose.
For me there is none.
Difficulties to overcome,
Are decisions alone one must make.
Some have never done this without an approval.
And seeking acceptance results in one's heartbreak.
Life is lived to experience it.
And many would rather not!
Since their fears they can not shake.
And how can that be explained to anyone?
When it is known by those who have done it...
That is what it takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forfeiture
Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace
poem by John Bliven Morin
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What Was Given Away
What was given away,
Is now desired back.
And those who now posess what was given...
Can not be blamed for laughing at that.
And those who are making demands,
On borrowed time and funds...
Protest amongst themselves,
With regrets that upset...
That one freshly elected,
Is the culprit that did this to everyone.
As if their greed did not exist.
And the one who sits high in leadership,
Intentionally knew before he arrived...
He was expected to keep their fantasies alive.
With a keeping of a sparkling credit history,
Unaffected as the people continued to feed...
Owing those now closing their pockets.
Who question...
Not anyone's ability to label themselves 'great'.
But payments that are due, unpaid or even coming in late.
And yet,
Requests still pour in to those that lend...
To cover what to them,
Was not a gift to dismiss but a loan.
And...
Alone and distanced,
Are those attempting to infuse in the proceedings...
Any remnants of common sense.
Since it seems,
As though the greeding of those who feed,
Have long been detached from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Unknown Identity
I don't know who I am,
No one knows who I am,
I can't speak for myself,
And obviously, one would speak for oneself,
I'm left alone,
And I receive no calls from my phone,
I don't know who my mother is,
Or my father,
I've no surname,
Not even a name,
And people often call me an orphan,
They usually call me a moron,
I'm tired of this life,
I know I live a miserable life,
I wish someone comes for my rescue,
I will wait for him in the world's longest queue,
For I wait with patience,
I can feel his presence,
I am left alone,
I feel like, one day I will be known,
To everyone around the world,
It will feel like a dream world,
I live with patience,
Although I have no guidance,
I will be known one day,
I hope someday,
I have an unknown identity,
I'm sure I will have a known identity.....
poem by Sherbanu Molu
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Plenty Of Shared Lip Service
Those unfamiliar with leadership,
Should not be expected
To understand it.
There are more accustomed,
To being followers.
And it can be annoying,
To hear them whining.
Bickering amongst themselves,
In footsteps from behind.
One who leads,
Hardly sleeps or properly eats.
Thinking of the whole as one entity,
And not several pieces to see pleased.
One who leads,
Had to learn to listen.
And those who have no idea what this means
Often pass judgement,
With a seeking to do it.
At every given opportunity.
Those unfamiliar with leadership,
Should not be expected.
To understand it.
What 'can' be expected from those unaware,
Is plenty of shared lip service.
And a volunteering of their mocked despair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclamation
!
'Is that it? '
Is what it?
'(!) ...That? '
The title of this poem is 'exclamation'
What did you expect?
A sharp or sudden utterance?
A vehement expression of protest or complaint?
I'm seeking something
That is oozing with profuse profundity.
And reeking with profligaticity...
As well as being profluent!
'OH?
I too am seeking something.'
Cool. What is that?
'Somewhere where I can 'throwuppity'
Your 'obnoxiousismonosis.'
Those are not 'words'.
'Yeah...
But they were vehemently expressed weren't they? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The 'Antigone
Overcome -- O bitter sweetness,
Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl --
The rich man and his affairs,
The fat flocks and the fields' fatness,
Mariners, rough harvesters;
Overcome Gods upon Parnassus;
Overcome the Empyrean; hurl
Heaven and Earth out of their places,
That in the Same calamity
Brother and brother, friend and friend,
Family and family,
City and city may contend,
By that great glory driven wild.
Pray I will and sing I must,
And yet I weep -- Oedipus' child
Descends into the loveless dust.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.
And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.
A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.
This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.
'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Wish To Keep Appearances Kept
Seeking a service or product to sell,
For the purpose to market successfully...
Only those with an expanding approach,
To include an unlimited demographic...
Have their eyes on the bottom line.
Those seeking to achieve an exclusiveness,
With a wish to keep appearances kept...
Have the right to do so.
And that is why many people like this,
See their businesses fold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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If you have overcome your inclination and not been overcome by it, you have reason to rejoice.
quote by Titus Maccius Plautus
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To Explore A New Day Given
My eyes await for the rising of Sun,
To appreciate all that comes.
With anticipation.
And...
All that is experienced,
After that is done...
I welcome as an opportunity,
To explore a new day given.
And foolishly,
I may do a seeking of obstacles to remove.
Since tomorrow,
I wish not to do what I could today choose.
As each day I live I will define my purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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