Sunrise And Sunset Pleases
Everyday comes,
To give all opportunity...
And a chance to appreciate,
What that day offers and brings.
Perhaps it is with the ease of it,
That we take life for granted.
And the existence of this gift given,
Is rarely looked upon or accepted by many...
For its seriousness,
Quickly dismissed.
Until it is realized there is no permanence.
And a missing of those we shared our lives with,
Becomes reminisced,
With wishes to see them again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gift
Everyday when one awakens,
To first pray in a thankfulness.
As some may do this.
While others forget.
Hopefully it dawns upon them,
With an acknowledgement...
The morning was not guaranteed,
As a gift for them to receive.
No, it was not.
Nor was the opportunity given again,
For themTo take for granted...
A life many choose to easily dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Permanence Given
There is no permanence given to this existence.
Or challenges beset by obstacles on anyone's path,
No matter how difficult the appearance of the task...
One perceives as being unbearable,
That can not with a faith in place remove.
But some may find it easier to whine,
Than to make up their minds to use their faith.
Although some may take the presence,
Of opportunities away.
As if they have been granted divine power,
To affect someone's life they believe can be swayed.
But there is no permanence given to this existence.
Nor does one get a chance to be chosen,
To play God on any given day they select to perform miracles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissed With Secrets
They did come.
And in time,
Chased away by slander.
Bearing food coupons,
And other certificates...
To shower them with gifts.
It was decided amongst the people,
They did not have an accepted presence.
So they were treated rudely and dismissed.
Carrying maps where treasures were located,
Those berated left...
Because they were not dressed to impress.
The others who wore suits and ties.
And in 'After 6' attire...
Continued on in their façades,
In unspoken wishes...
There was a feast to feed,
Where empty place settings sat.
At least crumbs to lick on vacant dishes.
Even though they looked the part,
Hunger and desire to eat...
Did not treat them to satiate one bit of that!
And many among them chose to dine on pretentions.
Daring not to mention,
A nourishment missing...
Would increase an added spice to their lives!
And those dismissed with secrets,
Were not the ones bowing their heads in shame!
Those dismissed with secrets,
Offered their services to those receptive.
The ones who left behind,
Their days of playing psychological games.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of Your Life Too Often Quickly Dismissed
Play it safe and hope that caution is with it.
Suppress your passion and let it sit.
As you dance around the bushes...
Seeking to be accepted.
Then look at yourself in the mirror and admit,
There is a part of your life too often quickly dismissed...
For wishes to follow behind,
Those like you afraid to speak their minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taken Too Much For Granted
An opportunity to say hello,
Comes when it should be done!
And that chance to do it from you goes.
To freeze from a thaw another one chose.
And when your fortunes slows to none...
Who knows when another blessing comes?
And no one is around to care.
Or propose may come from anywhere.
Leaving you much aware...
Of a life that should be shared,
But taken too much for granted.
And a smile you wish to give,
Finds not a soul to witness it...
Or gives recognition you even exist!
Life is a blended mix,
Of misunderstandings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sauced and Baby Back Boned
Between two 'coo'-ers who detach,
There may be one disappointed who reacts...
With wishes to be remated.
Wanting more to be reattached.
A hold reminisced and missed...
Is wanted again cuddled up.
And reminding one of that once filled cup.
One wishes those times lips opened had buttoned up.
Instead of dripping quick quibbled quips.
Meaning nothing at all to stick with permanence.
And...
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
Yes,
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
Between two 'coo'-ers who detach,
There may be one disappointed who reacts...
With wishes to be remated.
Wanting more to be reattached.
And...
One can now admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
One wishes now those times lips opened had buttoned up.
Instead of dripping quick quibbled quips.
Meaning nothing at all to stick with permanence.
Yes,
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is a gift, and it offers us the privilege, opportunity, and responsibility to give something back by becoming more.
quote by Tony Robbins
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Missing You
Sitting here thinking about you
And all the things we used to do
I never thought that I would lose you
Cause you were always my boo
Sitting here wondering where we
Wonderin where we went wrong
Cause now Im here all alone
Wishing youd come back home, so tell me
Why, why, whyd you have to go away
Got me missing you everyday
Baby tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away
Got me missing you everyday
Everyday Im missing you
I dont understand why you left, baby what didnt I do?
Wasnt I always there for you and wasnt I good to you?
How was I to know something was wrong,
Baby I cant read minds
All you had to do was tell me
But you kept it all inside
Tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Baby, tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Everyday Im missing you
Girl Ill never find another,
Another one to take your place
Cause you were so, so good to me baby
And you kept the smile upon my face
And Im on my bended knee and Im crying, crying wont you come back to me
To me cause you mean the world to me
Why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Oh tell me why, why, whyd you have to go away got me missing you everyday
Im missing you
Why, why, go away everyday
Why, why, go away everyday Im missing you
Why, why, go away everyday
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Give The World A Gift
Give the world a gift
something everyone will love
something they will all respect
something they look up to you for
Give the world a gift
something that brings happyness
something that brings tears of joy
something that brings life to those who wants to give up
Give the world a gift
something big
something world wide
something unreal
Give the world a gift
AND KILL ME! !
poem by Harley Morriss
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People Like Us
Life is given as a gift
So it should be taken as one
We should wake up thankful that the day came
When you feel like you have it worst
You can always look at the people who have nothing
Then you would realize that you have everything
The people who have nothing
Don’t take life for granted
They are very grateful for everyday that comes
But people like us who have lots
Take life for granted
We don’t stop to realize what we’ve got
Then before we know it, it’s gone.
Its people like us
Who lead the troops to war.
And kill thousands, all over land.
Frankly I don’t understand why we
All can’t just get over it and increase the love
We all have to have material things such as cell phones
Most of us couldn't even go a day with out them.
Most of them have never even seen a cell phone
Yet, we still take things for granted
Everyday you should think about those
People when your getting mad because you
Can’t get your way
And maybe then one day
People will stop taking things for granted
Especially life
And live every day as if it were their last.
People like us need
To be like people like them
poem by Colleen Martin
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How Can I Give That
Thank you for helping me,
Protect my steps.
Happy I am that my seriousness,
Has convinced you...
My footprints made,
Were placed in a direction...
To be respected as I thought,
You too wanted kept.
And now that I know,
My best efforts...
You prove you wish not to neglect,
I am happy you now see...
It is about maintaining one's integrity.
And IF you express a giving of this to me...
I have nothing but that,
From me to you to show I can and will do.
You deserve the best.
But how can I give that,
If you take for granted my seriousness?
And my seriousness to deliver...
You should always expect.
In fact...
I would not mind if you demanded it.
Since this will tell me our feelings are mutual.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gift
a living treasure that everybody wish, a pleasure
that each one desire to reach, an innate passion
that return where it belongs
leaving all alone is but a new way of knowing what
the world drifted the vessel of immortality of its
existence, nay apace the angels of heaven, but
elude the sting of what is death whose own
happiness shout the joy of what life had achieve
what is bought is not worth to receive, and what is
given is of everything to cherish the essence of a
gift, it’s a heart that gives and the spirit that receive
of nothingness to repay
priceless recompense makes the whole world see
the value of what is given, a gift that never tells the
head and only the heart that feels the wonderful
spirit of acceptance every souls remised
take it, for a gift is a gift unless it is freely shared to
any one who believes that life is a gift to salute
the beginning of what is the origin of everything, a
venue to live that life is gift to give until it leaves
nothing to remember
that you are what you are, who exist......amongst
every lives TODAY
poem by Antonio Liao
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Refreshing Visions
When an opportunity comes,
To break down a barrier
That has separated someone.
It must be done!
To undo,
What should not have begun...
In pursuit to manifest division.
A sense of accomplishment
Over a perceived detriment is won!
Prevails with striking enlightenment,
To be hailed in a rejoicing that melds.
Lifting with a rejuvenation shared.
And a foolishness that awakens consciousness,
Is dismissed to embrace a clarity once resisted.
Dared by curiosity and myth!
Quickly healing these splits ensured...
With wishes of forgiveness delivered.
To reveal those misunderstandings held!
And witnessing them drift away,
Under clearing skies...
To brightened eyes,
With refreshing visions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I
I was granted the opportunity to live
Let me have life
I was taught how to love
Let me love my neighbor
I was told about tradition
Let me be proud of my heritage
I learned about school
Let me have knowledge
I found friends
Let me give you friendship
I was granted the opportunity to shine
Please let me be a star
poem by Nathi Vusi
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Crowded With Lies
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.
A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.
Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!
But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.
People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daily motivation
Everyday that we're alive
We've been given the gift of time
A chance to leave all troubles behind, and
To refresh and expand our minds
A chance to tell trouble and woos goodbye and
To give life another try
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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In The Seeking Of One's Happiness
Do I suggest one has to witness death,
To appreciate one's life?
Not necessarily.
But the witnessing of someone close,
Going through it...
Makes the observer more aware.
And the quality of time experienced,
Shared with those we take for granted...
Is reminisced more than one expects.
And the mysteriousness,
As to how all this connects...
Becomes more not less,
Of a curiousity!
Leaving one to believe...
Life should be lived,
In the conquering over foolishness.
And every moment spent of it,
In the seeking of one's happiness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fragrance of the Star
life is full of fragrances, for each one is not meant to smell
to our own, this is the mystery of creation, one has to give
than to receive, the wisdom of existence lives behind in
each day, as we wrapped the gift that is given to us
it is the perfumes that we emit, that leads other to excel, to
do, of who they are in other lives, as people transcends
behind their limits they too experience tremendous changes
of whom they are in their lives
as life in it self gradually evolved, the trueness of in you
reveals that without other lives our existence is nothing to
live, like angels in the galaxy singing your song with the
joy of alleluia, perfect as to say that the celebration in the
universe is completed with the singing of Handel of praise
it is then a guarantee, that what life man possess is man's
best gift to others, it’s the smell that gives the meaning of
what is a purpose of your driven life, a sharing of breath
that makes a man perfect in the eyes of the beholder and
the holder of our beauty
comes to the enthronement of your fragrance and possess
the perfume of what will be the next tomorrow to come,
always be there, waiting others to smell your sweet breath
for the angel of heaven may sing your song of joy
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Gift One Gets
The ones who assumes,
What others initiate to do...
Had them specifically in mind.
Especially when their time to live,
Had not yet arrived.
Thrives on a me-me-I-I-aspects of life.
A gift one gets to enjoy it,
Is given to express...
What for them they do is best.
And rarely has nothing to do,
With those who chance upon it to view.
The ones who assume,
What others initiated to do...
Had them specifically in mind.
Especially when their time to live,
Had not yet arrived.
And those who wish to take credit,
For one's gift...
Only motivate its existence.
But should not perceive themselves,
The inspiration one finds to create from one's mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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