Such a Magnificent Gift
That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.
And although complicated,
The naturalness of life seems to be...
We simplify all that surrounds,
With adjustments to gratify...
Lives to set aside for quick cravings to feed.
No one questions what has become commonplace.
Or everyday address with priority,
The defacing that is done...
To a naturalness that sits,
As such a magnificent gift to us presented.
And yet with an impatience,
We create conflicts with attempts to destroy...
Such a magnificent gift,
Given to us that should represent joy.
That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Inside
If one is misunderstanding,
The connection between...
Passion,
Sacrifice and discipline.
Loyalty and devotion...
And the love of life,
To experience what it takes...
Being fortunate to witness,
The unfolding of happiness...
Through trials and tribulations?
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
And to survive defeating obstacles,
With heartaches to shake?
Someone delusional lives in wait,
Procrastinating in needless self debate...
For someone else,
To deliver to them their expectations.
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
And...
That had already been done,
An expectation!
When they were gifted with birth!
Just like everyone else...
That has come to feel the rays of Sun.
And this is an occurrence that has happened,
With or without their acknowledgement!
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
Yet,
Hopefully...
One day this all connects!
Turbulence,
Begets turbulence...
Begets no peace felt,
To be from one released!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sent the Same Gift
They all were sent the same gift.
Very few of them recognized it...
For what it was!
Since they were accustomed,
To entertain their limitations.
Some took the gift and respected it.
And they became lifted...
By the feeling they got from it.
And they knew it for what it was.
Becoming grateful it had been given!
Others dismissed it with disrespect.
And lived lives beset by conflicts and regret.
As the gift just sat.
Gleaming in the midst...
Of an environment rusting.
Surrounded,
By a distrusting and weakened people.
Taught they were...
To pray and receive on their knees.
And there they stayed,
Seeking!
As the gift observed this,
And laughed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Boundless Is The Universe
Too boundless without a sighted barrier,
Is the universe.
And you expect me to accept,
In agreement...
Your limitations?
I do.
I accept 'your' limitations.
But understand this,
If you can.
Those limits are yours.
However...
Within them,
Do not come looking for me.
I am not seeking to please your comforts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.
quote by Derek Jacobi
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Images Presented
The image that's presented,
Determines how impressive...
Those pretentious rush to protect.
And the image that's presented,
Has less to do with intellect.
Or competence and its effect,
Upon those expecting...
Much more than an image projected to accept.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented,
Do not feed!
Those images presented,
No one needs now!
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Named And Stamped With A Brand
Limited interpretations,
Appeal only to those who are appeased.
And kept they are to view their lives,
Manifested to accept that which symbolizes images.
And what for them an image represents.
With a keeping of images limited to interpretation.
And if a depiction in their minds can not be defined,
It is dismissed as worthless.
Until a place for it is found to be labelled,
As an entity to be named and stamped with a brand.
To then be sold as a needed commodity.
With a familiar repeating done of subliminal marketing.
'Whew! What a relief.
We thought we had to accept it as is.
Having its own separate identity.
And that would be too mind altering,
For the limits we have set for our beliefs.
And right now we can not afford expansion.
It's difficult enough as it is to maintain 'some' control.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mankind
We humans are limited in too many ways.
Some things are beyond our reach.
Luck provides for some of us
but just like the sands on a beach
most of us are washed over
like the foam and windswept sprays.
Life seems a struggle much of the time
as we are bombarded every day.
Money problems, sickness and pain
are the price most will pay
in this place we call home,
which harbors our arduous climb.
We arrive free-spirited one by one
and believe we have a fair chance.
But as we are busy living our lives
most of us never learn to dance.
The mundane chores become our bane
and never come undone.
We take it on the chin and become resigned
to 'that's just how it is.'
We accept the fact that life's unfair
and want what's hers or his.
In the end we accept our limitations
and never understand mankind.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Down to Earth
Expectations,
As expectations go...
Seem only to achieve,
A certain level of acceptance.
And to appease those with ambitions...
To be down to Earth without attempts,
To pollinate wishes and dreams...
Often considered out of reach and unobtainable.
May those who are believed to be out of touch...
By a seeking to break down walls of limitations,
One day be welcomed from their flights of 'fancy'...
In the sharing with others,
That the world is, indeed, round.
And not flat!
With those living in other places,
Experiencing the many cultures and races...
With an acknowledgement of that fact!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.'
And unbelievable as it may seem to them,
There are others also 'down to Earth'.
And apparently living to explore it!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
Believe it.
It's true.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images
Images.
Images invented.
Images invented to cement.
Images invented to cement and limit,
To give images purpose and intent.
A reason to solidify limitations that prevent,
A bombardment of unrestricted imaginations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Small Minds!
small minds
create small gods,
limited thought,
limited expression.
lack of commitment,
limited responsibility,
passes the blame
to untouchable judgement.
a small bird
thought he was an eagle,
till the eagle came,
and killed him in flight!
we worship our fears
out of convenience,
drunkenly beat our chest
with talons of repentence.
small minds,
see only black and white...
never tasting, never knowing,
the color and the sound!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Limited expectations yield only limited results.
quote by Susan Laurson Willig
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If We Just Leave Those Battlezones Alone
Consumed with you,
But not a dressed confection.
A naturalness my taste selects.
I am not one who seeks perfection.
Nor expect you to pass a preference test.
The reason I adore you,
Is because you are complex.
And simple basicness will not please,
Your or my interests to fulfill...
An expectation of happiness.
You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
With more to enjoy than anatomy.
Or discuss the isn'ts of what should be...
In a world few live with priorities.
And no adventure,
Or discovery.
There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.
You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.
You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.
You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones...
Alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cross T[r]ick - Acrostic
Departing with the train the week expires
On Friday night, commuters find release
Using well trained minds unused to peace
By pie[r]cing crossword clues, - games each admires.
Life-lines are strung out too, as each aspires
Enthusiastic to the morrow’s ease,
Creating word-games just before the peas
Rinsed with the salad welcome cooking fires.
On what enchanted waves will strange desires
Safety spurn when dreams seek f[l]resh release,
Sweet rapture, soft reflections sure to please,
In harmony with self. This, each requires.
Now, questions answered, prophecies fulfill
Great expectations bright with heightened will.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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14 August 2009
Today, I celebrate with all, the day of your birth-
Causal art thou to this, my magnificent mirth:
Gifted to me was this, without but a choice-
This beauty-this day! I do now rejoice!
Once a wondrous vision, now again so very real-
Once coffered, not able now am I to conceal!
Celebratory for you, yet apart by many a mile,
My thoughts reside with you though, all the while!
Obliged am I for the gift you proffer to me,
In recompense, my amity I offer to thee!
May your day be full of happiness and glee,
And remind you of that which you extend to me!
May many days as this bless you further still,
May too, all of your life's dreams fulfill!
Maurice Harris,14 August 2009
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The Route of Life
Young, unassuming, laid back, unsure
I planned my life out
I laid out the map and ran the routes in my mind
Consistent of fairy tales, consistent of dreams and expectations.
I wanted life, love, happiness and money in that very order.
Oh I got all those things
I have a life.
Filled to the brim with hardships,
Filled with failed dreams
Filled with failed attempts at truly living
Oh I got all those things
I have love
Non-existent love
False senses of love
Fake love
Oh I got all those things
I have happiness
Delusional happiness
Forced happiness
Happiness that is dependent on others
Oh I got all those things
I have money
Enough money to barely eat
Enough money to barely support my family
Enough money to never fulfill my dreams
Young, unassuming, laid back, unsure
I continue to plan my life out
I follow the maps and run the routes
Consistent with reality, consistent with dreams and expectations
I want life, love, happiness and money in that very order
poem by Maame Adjei
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Many Disrespecting Students
What lesson did you teach?
That kept concealed your weaknesses.
A student of 'life'?
This you are not!
Not if you preceive,
There is benefit to imposed limitations!
Maybe this is your goal and purpose?
Who knows?
But this experience called life,
You attempt to start to control.
Is not of your creation!
I know this is devastating news.
It's true.
It is not!
Although you believe,
You've been given the power to begin...
And stop the tick tocking of a clock!
The realms and dimensions,
Upon which we exist.
Are too magnificent for you to fathom.
From your limited insights...
You wish,
The Universe upon your shoulders sit.
As others are 'alllowed' by you to visit.
But it doesn't!
Nor will it ever.
Further come to burden your load.
Since upon us all,
There is a higher consciousness.
And 'you' fortunately...
Have nothing to do with it!
But learn.
Like the many disrespecting students.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Own Discoveries
In lofty circles of great believers
Miracle Plays, Jesus dying, Paul
singing praise songs in jail; those
without gift of faith cannot exceed
Their limitations, though admiring
the strengthening effect of faith
on integrity - not experiencing
the effect themselves
Faith an ideal, we admire people
who accomplish big things, read
and dream about these - writing
poems afterwards, sharing
Lack of spiritual gifts, content in
discovering reality provides little
evidence of things we admire-
wonderful, we feel the same
We help each other uncover the
fallacies and accept ideals can't
be realised in our universe - a
few content with dreams only
Making peace with this, others still
furious discovering non-existence
feeling justly cheated because
great expectations of
false illusions had been promoted -
enticement just showed how great
life could have been, now seems
more sordid in comparison
Experience shatters, disappointment
in impossible ideals voiced in pain -
we are strengthened by objecting
to the deceptions
That have been perpetrated - enabling
us to face our own discoveries…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Our Hearts and Minds Wont Let Us
The chirping of the birds are there.
Flying in and out of trees,
Where they make their nests.
As a welcoming of squirrels,
Gather with an assortment of insects.
And they seem to accept this as home.
The grass and the flowers bloom,
From the ground.
And nature at 'her' best...
Is observed all around.
Providing them a home.
Animals we learn to call by different names...
Seem to enjoy roaming freely,
In simplistic settings.
Sharing with few boundaries claimed.
And being there,
At home.
Do we as human beings feel out of place?
Rejecting a diversity,
That challenges nature's grace?
Do we seek a progress,
That erases to eliminate...
A naturalness that comes with change.
With attempts we make to remain the same?
To settle on patches of dirt...
And branding what belongs to us!
To chase away trespassers...
Who come with aims to make their gains.
Unable to accept who we are...
In the hopes to find a cure,
For our insecurities endured!
In a stagnant advancement.
Procured to suffer our own rejection.
And there is no place to call home...
Where peace is released!
In conflict with what is presented.
Done without our consent.
Although researched with documents!
With wishes to perfect...
What is witnessed.
And yet we expect...
Our desires not to be denied!
We try to find rest!
But our hearts and minds,
Wont let us...
Be free to just be!
Or digest a united purpose.
And feel,
Inside of us...
A home already given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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