Sweat Equity
Too hard some struggle,
To secure recognition.
Believing the ease of it,
Comes with just a wish.
There is no formula that exists.
Or comes with guarantee.
Even with persistence applied...
By the one who patiently abides,
And heeds such deeds.
But no one can admit,
Sitting and wishing for a thing to exist...
Develops without making attempts.
Or delivers with an absence of love,
For hard work!
Regardless...
Of an acknowledgement.
Since it is with devotion,
Anything desired...
Must be set into motion.
Even when one is beyond getting tired...
That fire ignites and excites inspite,
Of limited rest.
Wanting nothing else but to produce one's best.
And any notion that this can be dismissed,
Maybe shown by those...
Wanting an easier way to reach,
A goal to expose limited as seen fit.
Without sweat equity.
Or labor to invest which is not valued.
Although a welcoming of excuses to achieve,
Success as one believes.
Is a constant one keeps focused.
And recorded on a lazy track,
To play back.
As if to merit their time wasted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Climb to Heights
Motivate and inspire...
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.
Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones...
Wishing to achieve,
With a purpose done that is perceived.
Bombarded are people like these,
By some who would rather see them...
Fail and fall down on their knees.
Yet...
Wanting to please,
Can pressure expectations.
And devastate those sensitive.
Who wish to give themselves with impatience.
Since this is the life for them that is lived.
Wanting to please,
Can keep a mind awake at night.
And discouraged with no appetite.
Wanting to please,
Can isolate good intentions wished.
And leave those thoughtful,
Giving up on their gifts.
And this does not produce,
For them or anyone...
One single benefit.
Motivate and inspire,
Those with an insight,
Who desire to climb to heights.
Lift their spirits with best wishes.
This excites.
And delights the ones,
Wishing to achieve.
With a purpose done that is perceived.
Those wanting to believe,
What they do is for you!
And caring less about themselves,
As much as they do for for you!
And/or someone else.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing Their Best To Achieve
What advice would you give,
To anyone seeking with a wish...
To become successful.
'That's a difficult question.
I really don't know.
And advice?
I am no authority to be giving advice,
To anyone.'
Okay.
What would you say about those,
Who have given their support...
To the ones who do become successful.
'Few people know,
From the beginning who will become successful.
However...
I will say this,
It depends on the enviorment one lives in.
If one hears over and over again,
That they need to leave an enviornment...
In which people are not accustomed,
To those wishing to achieve success...
There will be many people there believing themselves,
Limited in mind and insecure.
And many will berate anyone choosing to think...
They can do something else with their lives,
Than wasting their time talking about others...
Doing their best to achieve.
And achievement takes work, discipline, devotion and sacrifice.
With a getting of very little sleep,
Those unaware would never accept to believe.'
Do you believe you are successful?
'Extremely.
I was born with the ability to ignore naysayers.
Especially those hiding their insecurities,
To make excuses to dump their self hatred on others.
And people like that I have known all my life.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard For Them to Believe
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
As if my thoughts,
Could not produce my deeds.
As if my efforts,
Did not match where I lived.
Since I was born and lived in the ghetto.
And I should not be aware or know,
Of those things I did!
As If my blackness was for them limited!
Like it was for friends I had,
And some relatives.
All believing then I was trying to be white...
And not the black neighborhood kid!
Who did for me,
What I knew was right!
They believed I should be,
That kind to clown and be down to Earth.
And not have a mind as creative as mine!
With dreams to fulfill...
That broke down barriars and walls,
Others believed I existed behind!
And not to know my own value or worth.
Or reach for heights...
Few I knew took effort to climb!
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
I am not asked 'that' question anymore.
Today,
Some try to downplay...
My affect!
But I had always known,
To be grateful to be blessed.
And let God handle the rest!
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
Of course I knew.
From the very beginning.
But the few who did not know...
Now they do too!
And nothing has changed...
From where I live,
To what I do.
And that is a fact...
Hard for them to believe!
That I can say who I am.
Be who I am.
Stay where I am and know it!
AND achieve!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Formula To Success
Targets to the goal,
Passion has main role,
Hard work is required,
Struggle will surely acquired,
Obstacles may come into the path,
But positiveness can remove every kind of wrath,
so, all constitute together towards the progress,
passion, hard work, punctuality, sincerity are formula to success.
poem by Tanveer Sharma
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Broken Pieces Of Me
U know it's funny, and the funny hahahaha OMG die hulle lot kinda thing, is that tried-I tried and finally I am tired, exhaustion has finally given in surrendered, arms up, you know that I give up kinda thing, that I-I can finally say love aint for real.
I have come to a conclusion, a I kinda now know now typa thing, that the only love that will ever exist is the love that God and my Blood family gives, a love I will eternally receive with open arms-heart and soul.
You know my only goal, only hope was to fall in love, and I thought I was (referring to my-my recent attempt) I mean. U sees she came indeed sweet, making me feel alive and needed indeed, valued finally human, a man.
I kid you not believe you me I kid you not, I harth not never in my life had the worst relationship with another human as this, a ship that knowingly seeing sink in front of my naked eyes, yes it slowly sinked but in greater speeds u see, cause its only been a coupla weeks.
So ya I have exhausted my love, I have tried so hard, only to be met by failed attempts, and parts of memories I would love to forget, so again I say please forgive me for not believing in that intimate kind of love I am done with this heartbreaking love, this I wish I never met you kinda love, this how I.... kinda love.
So I think it's about that time I gave my heart a break, for heavens sake.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Sonnet: True Success Is God-destined
Some think they can achieve all things by sheer
Hard-work, intelligence and on their own;
Some think they can do things while they drink beer,
Through slaves and cell-phones, working in a town!
Some think that back-door entry is the best!
They use their clout and influence and bribe;
Some achieve things by turning into pest,
And some others are sheer will-powered tribes.
Some pray to God but never labor hard;
Some labor hard but never pray to God;
The one who mixes both gets his reward;
The lucky/ plucky man cannot be Lord!
True success comes when man does as God says,
And such a man gets surely better days!
poem by John Celes
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Succes! !
It’s not a goal you seek
It’s not about getting money
It’s not to stay negative
It’s not all about you but other around you too
It’s not the end but the beginning of your life
To realizing and learning is what your success is
To try and want to improve is what your success is
To accomplish things by your own is what your success
To give or share is what your success is
To respect and believing in you is what your success is
To challenge yourself is what your success is
To work hard to reach your dreams you once believe is what your success is
Success is sweet and…. I believe it’s waiting for you to own it and hold it with your life.
poem by Angie Alphonce
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F.y.i.
If I wished to reach a goal...
And my thoughts were not assisted?
And all I did was sit and lipped it.
How close to that goal do you think I'd be?
If I sought something to achieve...
And I called for help to do it.
And nothing I did produced anything at all.
Because I waited for others to 'get-on-the-ball'.
What would you think of me?
If I complained about another,
Who accomplished with success.
If you knew I had no motivation...
But to you I would say 'Be Blessed'.
And I mentioned to you,
About my faith in God...
But I was always the one in distressed!
Would you think I was empty and hollow?
And all I did was to say things to impress?
Or would you think I was like the others,
Who sat around doing nothing.
But talking about what they want...
And not making one step,
Towards where they have to get!
I bet you then would think,
Not one of us know the concept of work!
And how that concept to us connects!
But I am not that way at all.
I will surround my life with the best!
And I will do that with the aid,
Of 'quality' magazines I select!
I will visualize what I materialize.
And that is an F.Y.I.
To all who produce sweat...
To get!
But...
Not me!
And that is For Your Information.
Here...
Get to flippin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having Very Little Fun
There are those
Still wanting to play hide n' go seek!
With truth and reality...
As if in their aging days...
It is okay to sneak a peek!
Wanting to be chased...
Leaving behind excuses left as clues.
They may not know where they are,
Even though you do!
But choose not to!
Let them play...
These adults are the reason,
Most children are lost today!
Let them play!
They will never admit to what they've done.
Even though the rest of us are paying...
At a losing game,
And having very little fun!
Many can claim,
Those actions have brought them none!
With nothing that is gained to show...
Or to prove anyone can win,
When blinded eyes can not see,
What they have ignorantly begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Version
VERSION
It is known that not all the
Versions are same but varies
From person to person
Even from literate to the illiterate,
When it comes to light, we come together,
To say that the light is better, than dark,
Since we do all things in light,
Do labor cook, play, dance, and drive
Does all activities while the sun is up,
Also when there is power for to see and assist,
So it is a fact that we work when there is light,
Struggle hard shed sweat, for the bread and butter,
But when sun sets, dark dares and sets in,
Labors comes to rest, birds to nest,
Kids back from play ground, Cattle from meadow
Vehicles to sheds, all comes to rest,
So light leads us to work and struggle,
Whereas dark takes us to rest and relief,
So without dark we cannot survive
Light is ideal for the day work,
Dark for the nights rest and relax
Both are good, both are better
But dark is best of both
It a version of my friends Ashok and kishore what is yours
poem by Dr.Balnarayana Bandam
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Now That I'm Older And Much Wiser
I married into what I thought would be,
Then...
A good relationship.
And I had experienced one before,
Committed and loyal.
But...
Being possessive,
Ruin it.
The second time I entered,
Into wedded bliss.
I tried too hard to be too much.
And too much of 'me'...
Made my partner sick.
So again from that,
We both split.
Now that I'm older and much wiser,
And wanting companionship.
I admit to being sexually experimental.
And this has bored me to bits.
I wish someday to meet someone,
Who will understand my 'wit'.
Someone who too has had the same feelings.
And through with an unnecessary roleplay,
With a sharing of a chemistry that snuggly fits.
Now that I'm wiser,
With age as my adviser.
And wanting a valued companionship.
'Then why do you insist on playing hard to get? '
Well...
I do have my preferences,
Kept on an ever changing list.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under the Sunset Sky
Sitting under the sunset sky
Laying around I wonder why
You value me so much more
Than any other you’ve met before
Why you feel so safe by me
And no the others that you see
Sitting under the sunset sky
I find comfort and I sigh
Knowing all is well by you
Having peace in all I do
Watching my troubles fall away
Not wanting then back any day
Sitting under the sunset sky
When you’re sad I want to cry
Feeling you’re sorrow, hurt and pain
When it’s done, all for gain
Drawing away from the past
What’s done is done and shouldn’t last
Sitting under the sunset sky
Only thing to do is deny
The comfort found when we’re alone
Feelings around us never shown
If only to live for how we feel
Soon this love would we seal
Sitting under the sunset sky
Longing for you by and by
Can’t get you off my mind
All the reasons trying to find
Thinking so hard never to know
Why you might care for me so
Sitting under the sunset sky
Hoping you won’t chose another guy
To be the one, to live the life
That good men live, without strife
To be with you is my goal
Are you the match for my soul?
Sitting under the sunset sky
To be with you when I die
Would be the best of any dream
Looking around, you see me beam
I’ve found the one out of all
Now it’s done, this task not small
poem by Brian Potthast
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First To Thirst With An Impression Rehearsed
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
And those making attempts to reach higher to achieve,
Would never be opposed by disbelievers who deceive.
IF insecurities and greed were not priorities to feed...
First!
To thirst.
With an impression rehearsed upon those observing.
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
Or advocating divisions with an emphasis on race,
To minimize greatness and those benefits replaced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't be forgotten
Life can’t be forgotten
Wealth should be had but never be ill gotten
Both are very difficult to carry on
Still it must be lived on and won
Death can’t be cheated
As it has something to do with us and related
We may face it as ill fated
Or enjoy it as highly rated
Each stage of life is like rainbow
Welcome all of them and allow
Let one by one row of it be understood
Each row with color stands for and essential as food
Nothing may be remembered by followers
As we all are strangers and passengers
Traveling in same bogey with little space
Yet objecting with dislikes.color and race
All may get down with limited baggage
More weight may not be possible with age
Young may try to have as much as possible
Old people may find it hard to carry with troubles
What is to be preserved and what is to be thrown?
What is to be retained and labeled it as own?
Everything may vanish in little unknown time
We forget hard facts of life sometimes
We may be finished but not the bitterness
Everything takes us over easily and shown on face
We run behind it as totally mad
Result is proved to be futile and turn very sad
Fight it out but not with idea to stick
Play like ball and offer hard kick
Throw it in open field and patiently wait
Accept the goal as accomplishment or fate
It is hard to know or digest
Still it can be considered as best
Finally we have to come down and rest
Whether you take it as challenge or test
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not Everybody Is Capable Of Closeness
sadly some cannot feel close to anyone
sadly some cannot love another person
sadly some are so afraid of being hurt
sadly some do not care who they hurt
sadly emotional dysfunctions are tragic
it is hard to solve other people's unresolved problems
it is hard to solve our own pressing present problems
it is true female suicide attempts are desperate crys for help
it is true male depression can be sign suicidal dangerous
it is a suicide success rate steeper than female attempts
not all people think reason in complex thought patterns
not all people cross child adult boundaries in calculated thoughts
not all marriages are unions of two hearts compatible deeply in love
not all parents love their children as centre of their entire world
not all people play love calculation games to achieve limited goals
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We Are Converging
Wanting to be heard.
Wanting to be valued.
Wanting to be acknowledged.
Wanting to sustain a way of life...
Fading.
To emerge once again and surge.
Wanting to be admired.
Wanting most to be thought as best!
Wanting to imprint an impression...
That conflicts and unrest,
Did not from them initiate...
The perpetuating of protests.
Nor did the rise of destruction, fear and insecurities...
Leave this world in a chaotic mess.
We are converging!
And peace...
Will be the final test.
Many want.
Many wish.
Many hope to fill all hearts with love.
Instead of a digressive emptiness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wanting Out
I turned around
and there you were
standing in front of me
i can't ignore
the fact that you were back for more
It's kind of funny when you think about it
It's kind of hard to agree to disagree
now we're back to the start
no buts, no buts
but you want me back
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
I saw you smiling in that photograph
and I remember how we used to laugh
but that was then
forgive and forget
that was easiest
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out------
ohhh
dadadadada dadada ohhh
And I don't know if I can get through this
and I never knew that before
you make up your mind
and suddenly find you're wanting more
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
ohh
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
so take me away
'cause I don't wanna be found
I should learn to speak up
When enough is enough
ohh
and I'm wanting out
ohh
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
and I'm wanting out
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Reflection of His 'Work' and Achievement
I am the reward received from God's deeds done.
I am the reflection of His 'work' and achievement.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses,
As if this activity would nourish and feed my appetite!
I am the reward.
I am the reflection.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses.
And I want to prove I am more than just worthy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of The Deal
Had I known being knocked about,
And publicly humiliated...
For choosing a path no one else walked upon,
Was going to be part of the deal...
Of keeping things real,
WITH commitment to reveal...
AND with a matched devotion?
Would I have made the same decision,
To endure sacrificing and criticisms?
Well...
It is much easier today to say 'yes' I would.
However,
If I knew now what I had to go through 'then'...
I would still be sitting somewhere procrastinating,
The depth of my wishing with a wanting...
For my dreams to come true!
I can only thank God...
My craving to taste was more than the obstacles,
In my face I had to eliminate.
Do you realize how difficult it is,
To keep your eyes focused with a looking ahead?
And not keep them moving from side to side?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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