Surf For Other Fish
You will always question my faithfulness.
I downloaded pictures...
And shared my email address.
Meeting under these conditions,
I thought would produce less stress.
But I've been accused...
Without seeing none of you!
As your point of view in my mind,
Is impressed!
You will always question my faithfulness...
And my willingness to exchange honesty!
Perhaps what I've sent,
Is too real for your acceptance.
And rejection may be the best,
Of your 'mysterious' appeal!
Keep me filed as you surf for other fish.
I want to meet and greet someone...
Not evasive,
But ready to feel desires concealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God’s Faithfulness Through Me
Any faithfulness, which I display, in my service day to day,
Is not solely what I inspire, but, from a source much higher;
It comes from my Lord God, leading me with staff and rod,
And His Guidance, I must seek, for my flesh is oh so weak.
It’s my Lord working through me, in ways that I’d never see,
As God works out all His Ways, through me, in all my days;
Leaning upon my fleshly will, His ways, alone I cannot fulfill,
But, it’s God guiding me friend, in all my life, at every bend.
His faithfulness, I don’t deserve, as it is God, whom I serve,
Being saved from a life of sin, He leads by His Spirit within,
In many ways that I never knew, and all praise to Him is due,
As all God’s faithfulness to me, helps me to be, all I can be.
God cannot be unfaithful friend; His faithfulness has no end,
While He cannot deny Himself, He fills me with untold wealth,
God’s Divine Wealth in my heart, as His Spirit will not depart,
Abiding with me, every place, He fills me with amazing grace.
God’s Faithfulness gives to us, all who come to Christ Jesus,
That blessed and abundant life, while we live for Jesus Christ;
His Faithfulness has just begun, as we start to serve His Son,
As His Faithfulness to you and me, extends well into Eternity.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
I don't know where you are.
All my messages have been erased.
And replaced,
By question marks.
For five years I saved each one.
And the other day I awakened...
There was nothing.
I had none.
And the email we shared,
And exchanged with one another.
Is gone!
Including every address,
I hung onto has vanished!
I don't know where you are.
All my messages have been erased.
And replaced,
By question marks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teacher as healer: an observation
Even before the question put,
they’re full of quiet attention; something
is already being listened to.. makes
that space, in which a question
may be floated on the air..
tentatively perhaps, or self-concerned,
the question’s put; and listened to;
perhaps with gentle nod of head;
a keen attention; even a half-smile:
you and they are meeting now
in the fullness of the heart, in
a place that’s fully shared:
the teacher, almost eager, so it seems,
to hear more of your truth;
to hear the truth of you.
And as the question nears its end,
the answer floats upon the air
as if it and the question are but one;
the answer gently given, as if
already shared; not given,
not received; but already shared;
(and I saw: each time they said
the words ‘it is’, their spine
relaxed into a greater straightness..)
Who can describe that unity of mind -
as joy in stillness; or the bliss of peace?
Somewhere in the world of name and form,
something has been healed;
wholeness has returned to wholeness;
perfection taken, and returned;
the teacher, too, is still;
gifts of grace have been exchanged.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Empty Hands
Where are you and where am I?
How an enormous ocean,
Of separation intruded in between.
If we imagine we shall go astray,
In the island if thoughts,
And we shall never have reunion.
At these nights of melancholy,
In the firmament of faithfulness,
When light did not flicker,
On the farms of wishes,
When clouds did not rain,
On the farm-edges,
When crow did not caw,
In the bowls of desires,
When dew of faithfulness,
And soothing sounds,
Did not descend;
Then descended a verse,
On the glow-worm of conscience,
'O! Lovers do not raise hands for prayers
For they are becoming infertile.'
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Having Not a Thought to Express
Had someone ever asked you a question?
And you answered with an honest response?
To get into a debate,
Over how your answer was delivered?
Although the content was not the issue,
As much as the way it was done.
And then that person tells another,
What you had said...
That should have been said with more tact!
Then you find yourself,
Wishing to have not responded at all.
And if you had done that...
You would have been accused,
Of being thoughtless.
To leaving your point of view,
Butchered.
And discussed by others,
To dissect and attack.
And at times having not a thought to express...
Can leave you at the mercy,
Of those who will decide for themselves...
What it is you think!
How you think!
And about what!
The beliefs you have,
And your lack of concern!
With advice that spreads to others...
It would be best to ignore you.
Because you 'think' you know too much!
And,
You always have something to say...
To have things done your way.
And,
You take that as a clue...
To do just that,
To keep your peace of mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything together
Everything together
There is answer for every question
One needs to introspect and clearly mention
What he or she wants with desires
Then question comes to reject or admire
You were not sincere in your attempt or try
You were ignorant and repeatedly asked why
It irritated me a lot and I decided to leave
There after took and heavy breathe and sigh
You love was one sided and full of infatuation
Love can’t build on that base or relation
It is give and take, and demands full of sacrifice
Life is not just trade but full of commitment and promises
Heart is broken or felt hurt when it has some feelings
One sided attachment can’t be called any kind of willingness
It is misjudged attraction and demands severance
That relation must end without question at once
Love can’t be termed as genuine or enough
One can’t be indifferent or can keep it dry or rough
It is just bond that takes life course further
Swim or sink, joy or pain is shared equally and together
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Jason
I saw your love and,
I saw the honesty of your acts;
I saw your simplicity and,
I saw the faithfulness of your muse;
And of the emotions of the river that makes me kiss you!
For your love is like using the Bible to address my views.
I love you and your name is Jason,
But the impulse of this river is for us all;
And i will live to satisfy you always with my sweet muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Could It?
It could be true! That nothing’s real.
That all the dreams that we pursue
are just illusions which appeal?
It could be true!
That all the things I thought I knew
are delusions and are not real.
You have another point of view.
Can you believe that what you feel?
is not just an illusion too.
Or does it still seem real to you
It could be true!
(18-Jun-07/roundel)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Each Strand You See Of It Invites More
Nothing that I will ever do,
Will be to please you from your perspective.
I have never known those desires.
Suppressed or to be regretted.
I did not earn the right to live my life,
To delight in the feeding of your appetite.
With the ignoring of my own cravings.
I grew up in a different neighborhood.
And for you to expect that I do...
Drool with wishes to have your point of view,
Is such a waste of an interpretation...
That assumes I look to you...
To produce my hopes and dreams.
This is not true.
But I do admit to having an open door policy.
You may come to visit.
But staying on my mind is out of the question.
My own time is enough to occupy picked adventures.
Believe it or not there is nothing that you've got,
Do I sit in silence wishing with time to it to give.
Curious?
Yes.
But wishing to have another existence,
No.
Have you noticed I was not born yesterday?
And the hiding of my earned gray hair,
Has not entered my mind.
Each strand you see of it invites more.
But none of it had you put there.
Even on your good days.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Center Of Attention
Doesn't it seem as if,
The one most opinionated...
As to who should do what to get things done,
Is seldom the one to show proof of doing anything...
Others can criticize.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
With a doing without an equal and shared mutual expertise,
That is exchanged in public in the presence of another accused...
As quickly as those opinions by one are given?
Usually it's just that one verbally attacking behind another's back.
Isn't it?
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
Loving to be the center of attention without being interrupted.
And proving to have an ability to do it!
To boost one's acceptance and appeal.
While keeping one's insecurities from being revealed.
Even though this can not remain concealed without being exposed.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Just Is
It is a question then has boggled minds for a very long time.
There is no right or wrong answer in how you feel.
It just is.
If you have to ask why then you are missing the point.
For love is a mysterious creature who won't reveal her secrets easily.
Acceptance of love is so much better then questioning it.
For if you are putting an earthly reasoning behind something so magical.
People have killed over it.
People have killed themselves over it.
People are enslaved to it.
Love Just Is
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And no more dreams
Dream always
If fail the ways
If you find no rays
If you are not able to pass the days
It ultimately pays
Let us not limit
Let us not forget and omit
Let it mushroom and permit
To grow in open and under the sky
Never question and ask why?
It is always there but don’t feel shy
Trust him always and sincerely try
Think of powerful wings and fly
Where will you stop?
Mountains atop
At horizon’s end
What will you send?
Beautiful roses
Good pictures
With nice poses
Breath for a while
Prepare for an extra mile
Look in the eyes
Go and get him
He is there to greet
Ready to meet
That’s it
Why to dream when it is there?
Think how to find and where?
Would you ever care?
Is it not fair?
Not to stare
See through
Love true
Only woo
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A new question has arisen in modern man's mind, the question, namely, whether life is worth living... No sensible answer can be given to the question... because the question does not make any sense.
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A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment
Do you have other fish to fry for now?
Is there other matter requiring my attention?
Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some things that can happen with a fish
A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment
Do you have other fish to fry for now?
Is there other matter requiring my attention?
Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Second Anniversary
A 2years,10years,15years,20years
and so on in a relationship
is not that what we count
it's the thought that we shared,
the dream, the faithfulness,
The care and the love.
every seconds,
every minute,
and every hour that we have
is the only chance for us
To endure till the end.
happy anniversary! I love you labs!
poem by Isabelle Flauta
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Waste Not This Time
One said don't waste your cancer, but, be ready with an answer,
This, during each step and phase, all throughout uncertain days,
As some would ask with a sigh, that very simple question, why?
Why has something dark as this, befallen one who loves Jesus?
Questions shall be of all kinds, believing and unbelieving minds,
Everything from before and now, covering all the whys and how;
Some answers may be ignored, if you refer to a Sovereign Lord,
Who, in my life has complete control, over issues, big and small.
This is the point we must stress, with every question we address,
With questions regarding my life, I must point all to Jesus Christ,
The Author of my life and time, unfolding my life, per His design,
Who, works all things for my good, this in my life, is understood.
Working out in this life, all things, peace in my life, Christ brings,
His peace when times are bleak, and His strength when I'm weak,
With God's Grace sufficient for, the unknown, behind every door,
As Christ leads me, with His Grace, through every trial that I face.
This is a time to acknowledge Him, He, who saves us from all sin,
As a witness to all who may not see, that we all shall face eternity,
And that, I face this knowing Christ, the Author of my Eternal Life,
A life, all must know Christ to see, glorified life with God eternally.
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Their Nickel Plated Copper Spoons
Have you ever gone to a place,
Besides an amusement park...
To notice how effective,
An unchanged mentality...
Can have and leave impressed,
On an environment refusing to address it!
The minds of the people are stuck in time zones.
A past is more vividly remembered,
Than a living is done in the HERE and NOW!
And socially the majority of the people,
Have subsidized mindsets.
With a faithfulness attached...
To what is believed are assets.
Like one's physical appearance,
Brings a disrespecting laughter heard...
From those raised to believe,
Their nickel plated copper spoons...
Are actually made out of one hundred percent silver!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Of Thorns
“God please place a thorn deep within my heart,
To seed itself inside,
That I might feel the pain of your inflictions,
The pain of sin that man tries so hard to hide.'
I need to remember daily Lord,
Of all the pain that you went through,
The pain you took so willingly,
That pain I never knew.
Place it as a test of my faithfulness,
My faithfulness to only you,
A reminder daily of what I need to know,
That reminder Lord… of only you.
By: Linda Winchell
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Silence
[verse]
Take
Take till there's nothing
Nothing to turn to
Nothing when you get through
Won't you break
Scattered pieces of all I've been
Bowing to all I've been
Running to
Where are you?
Where are you?
[verse]
Did you leave me unbreakable?
You leave me frozen?
I've never felt so cold
I thought you were silent
And I thought you left me
For the wreckage and the waste
On an empty beach of faith
Was it true?
[chorus]
Cuz I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
[verse]
Scream
Deeper I wanna scream
I want you to hear me
I want you to find me
Cuz I...I want to believe
But all I pray is wrong
And all I claim is gone
[chorus]
And I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
Yeah....yeah
And where...I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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