Tested
Why should I express regret,
Or miss something as I applied my own sweat...
With the knowing in the doing of it,
Has been and is well done?
I did not spend years in repeating defeats.
To not learn from mistakes,
That enabled me to get up on my feet!
And those obstacles I did not seek.
I chose to put up a fight,
With a daring to be challenged.
I was not about to let my own fear,
Have the best of me to beat!
Why should I express regret,
Or miss something as I applied my own sweat...
With the knowing in the doing of it,
Has been and is well done?
That's why it was there for me to do,
In the first place.
I never sought to accomplish that which was easy.
What would be the point of my being proud,
If doubt was heard constantly coming out of my mouth?
I did not spend years in repeating defeats.
To not learn from mistakes,
That enabled me to get up on my feet!
Why should I express regret?
I hope to have been instrumental...
In leaving inspiration left.
Instead of the negativity I had to face,
On a daily basis that tested my faith!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words will not be able to ever express how sorry I am for this, and I have profound regret and sorrow for the multitude of mistakes and harm I have caused.
quote by Jack Abramoff
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Leaving Gift, My Prayer
As I prepare to leave I ask myself
What does it mean if I do not get a gift?
What does it mean?
How will I feel?
It means no one cares
No one likes you
I can only expect to get back what I give
Feeling scared as this answer reached me
I say a prayer that it should reach you
I should learn to give more
I hope that I can accept the truth, regret my mistakes, learn from them and hope to change
Hope to be better, hope to be stronger
I hope that I can stay strong, grow into myself and expand out of myself
To doubt myself less and enjoy the good in some
I hope not to conform to a world that does not see me as I am but as I should be
To sympathise with people who see me as different and fear me for it
Who wish I would be just like them so that things would be easy for them
So that they do not have to try so hard to understand the things they are not used to
I hope to believe there is good and seek it out where it can be found
To open myself
For when I am open I can give and receive
As an open bottle can be poured from and filled
poem by Absent Wryta
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Knowing Very Little
Someone knows 'someone'
Who has been quick to express disappointment,
Regretted.
That 'someone' who believes,
They were annointed to know everything...
Just because God has given them air to breathe.
Those folks are the ones,
Who say they have no interest in politics.
Announcing that religion and politics do not mix.
And knowing very little about either.
And even knowing less on a daily basis.
They do not read or participate in community activities.
And yet appear on a neighbor's doorstep,
Out of breath to express...
'What in the world is going on?
Do you know what I just found out?
I 'heard' there were problems with the economy.
And there was this Black guy on TV...
MY TV!
Telling me about changes he is going to make.
What on Earth?
Have you seen him?
Is this some kind of a joke?
What happened to Bush?
I feel I am about to have a stroke! '
They remain confined,
Out of touch and time.
And soon...
Out of their minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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But I certainly made mistakes, for which I regret, I think most human beings in their lifetime make mistakes, mine ended up in two years prison - two very remarkable years from which I learnt a lot.
quote by Jeffrey Archer
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Mistakes
Time is something we would all like to control;
with it, we could change the destinies of our lives.
We could go back to amend the mistakes we have made,
helping where we should have helped, but did not to our regret.
If we had the chance, would it make us better than we are today?
I doubt it very much, for we would never move forward.
We would still be learning,
or at least trying to learn from the first mistake we made.
Better, we move forward and learn to help others
not to make the same mistakes we made.
poem by David Harris
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Off My Feet
Getting off my feet. Dancing to a damn good beat. Here I am again. This time no one but me will win. An it feel sweet. No more preaching cause I'm better then you in every way and thing you do. Arrogance isn't so wrong if it's true. Getting off of my feet. No more being so poor every day of the week. A existence so bleak. Not happening. A higher education. A empowering revelation. Feeling god looking over your shoulder and knowing you he's smiling. Happiness is a disease i have and must share. Dilute the indifference and make it eventually disappear. Getting off my feet. I found a place I belong and its so neat. I beat back all defeat. All the fear is gone. The number one enemies are on the run. Its a full blown retreat. Leaving a cataclysmic trail of deciet. Getting off my feet. Quite a feat. Obstacles every way i turn. Still its was something I had to earn. Working hard for nothing. Is like living in the forever kind of abyss. Its certainly something I won't miss. With a goodbye this subject shall die.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Rendez-vous auf den Champs Elysees
Verlass Paris am Morgen mit dem TEE
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
In Wien sitzen wir im Nachtcafe
Direkt Verbindung TEE
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Wir laufen 'rein in Duesseldorf City
Und treffen Iggy Pop und David Bowie
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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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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Black can be hidden by white
You have no regret that you are bulky
If you learn to walk with grace
As does an elephant with its thighs.
You have no regret that you are flat on chest
If you learn to dart like a rabbit,
Which charms by its move, chest unseen.
You have no regret that you are dark
If you chat in singing voice
Of a Koel, whose dark drops to us.
You have no regret that you are dull
If you are useful to your master
Like an ass, who toils are limitless..
If the portrait is good,
the frame from sight is shed.
26.1.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mud On My Shoe (A Poem About Regret)
I walk alone.
Sometimes the day is sunny.
Sometimes the day is cloudy.
Rainy.
Thunderstorms loom and threaten.
But, alas, there is no umbrella
to shield me
and to shield
the turbulent storm in my heart.
The dismal weather matches my fluctuating mood
of melancholy and regret.
The puddle looms but I don't see it.
Am I weary rose-colored glasses?
Perhaps.
Sometimes a girl can only see a puddle
when she is already in it.
Such is life. Such is love. Such is heartache.
Mud clings to my shoe.
Tenacious.
Uninvited.
Bitter and lacking any mirth.
The epitome of my regret.
I try to scrub it off.
Still some mud lingers
maddeningly
and it seems
nothing I can do will change that.
Mud intertwines with my regret.
Hindsight is always 20/20,
so they say.
I sadly agree.
You live and you learn.
So true.
Mistakes will be made.
It is inevitable.
Unfortunately,
growth often involves pain,
mistakes,
and heartache.
Some mistakes are cleansed by the cool touch
of healing waters
while others seem to fester like open sores
and linger on
and on
and on.
Thus, like the mud on my shoe,
these mistakes are not cleansed,
nor are they forgiven.
Regrettably.
Forlorn.
I walk on alone.
Hoping for a sunny day
and perhaps
a rainbow,
or a moon
and a starry night.
poem by Julie A Smith
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Life
Life is a beautiful place,
It is how you make it to be.
Life is about believing in
yourself,
This is your life and what
you choose to do with your
life is up to you.
You respect others and they
will respect you too.
Life is never all that easy,
We learn to simply grow
strong and grow wise each
day.
We learn through our mistakes,
That is how we simply turn them
around and start over again.
Life is precious as you are,
Keep the faith and never
let go.
Life has many mysteries for us
to solve,
That is why we learn to put the
pieces of the puzzle together.
When goals are completed we know
we have earned a big star,
We all walk proud knowing we have
done well.
Life has a powerful meaning,
We all must always feel proud to
walk this earth.
Life has has given to many of us,
A chance to live, laugh
and to learn.
Remember, life is too short
to feel grumpy,
We learn to turn that grumpy
little frown into happiness.
poem by Derek James
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In My Less Than Tolerant Youth
I don't resent those ignorant.
Since that word could apply to anyone...
Who believe they are in a position,
To condescend someone else.
Because of one's economic status!
Or, of one's color of skin.
We all learn lessons that seem to never end.
I have had great conversations,
With those considered less intelligent.
To leave them with a wealth of knowledge...
That left me seeking them out again!
And wondering 'if'...
I'd be accepted as a friend?
We all learn lessons that seem to never end.
And those who express opinions,
With open mouths and shut ears...
Are often those with minds that are closed,
To thoughts of others...
They oppose.
Have you ever heard those say,
With their own children they can not communicate?
Did you leave them comprehending...
How blessed the children one day will feel?
And their frustrated faces will be replaced,
To express in celebration if they just kept faith!
I've lived to witness miracles...
In my less than tolerant youth.
My mother and father would stop me with a look.
And I would freeze,
Daring to breathe.
Just when my own patience began to slip from lips!
Knowing then it was wiser for me...
To wait and listen!
And not make a big deal of it.
Or I'd find it unbearable for me to sit.
Followed by my mother's promises,
That any healing done would not be quick!
We all learn lessons that seem to never end.
With some being pointless,
To have them repeated again.
I've lived to witness miracles...
In my less than tolerant youth.
With pictures depicted painting a thousand words.
Only a few did I dare to review in pursuit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've made a lot of mistakes and I don't regret any of them. Sometimes that's the only way you learn.
quote by Nick Nolte
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It Is In The Knowing
The getting what I want,
Doesn't get any easier.
I face obstacles on a daily basis,
Hoping to chase my wanting away.
And those obstacles presented,
Only test the strength of my patience.
However...
The knowing what I want,
Has always been for me quite easy.
And even today...
The taste of what I want,
Stays.
It is in the knowing,
That keeps me hungry...
And motivates my focus.
Not the wanting!
The wanting I've always known,
With desire to get from a doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Make Me
Don't make me angry,
Don't make me sad.
You'll regret,
Doing it.
Don't make me bad,
Don't make me afraid,
You'll regret,
Doing it.
Don't make me nice,
Don't make me good,
You'llk regret,
Doing it.
Don't make me happy,
Don't make me laugh,
You'll regret,
Doing it.
Don't make me learn,
Don't make me run.
You'll regret,
Doing it.
Don't make me mad,
Don't make me aggrevated,
Or I'll,
Kill you...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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With A Seeking Sought To Sit On A Rooftop
Sure,
I believe others should be heard.
With a speaking of their minds,
In expectations to be respected.
And if I had not earned the way,
To learn to do that on my own...
Knowing it had taken me,
Many years to discover that for myself...
I too would believe someone else,
Would be less deserving.
And I would 'still' be upset.
However...
I have never witnessed from my own observation,
The building of any structure on a foundation...
Erected without the skills of an architect.
And one day I awakened to realize,
The importance of those two elements...
Being connected.
And if it had not been,
For my experience with impatience...
Patience and I would not have ever met.
So I completely understand,
Anyone not comprehending that.
And...
With a seeking sought to sit on a rooftop,
Without the walls being installed yet.
I too have had wishes to climb a tree.
Until I found one that enabled me to do it.
And then I discovered,
There were taller trees too intimidating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like You I Am A Human Too
I've made it clear I do not fear,
Obstacles appearing to be near.
Although I use to manifest a resistance,
With a distance kept persisted.
And my mind is not delayed,
To replay mistakes I've made.
Knowing that it took a lot to do,
Since like you I am a human too!
And at times I can get nervous...
With a purpose that I service.
But I don't allow my feet,
To freeze my movement in defeat.
Nor will I sit and brood,
Like any loser who excuses what they do!
I've made it clear I do not fear,
Obstacles appearing to be near.
Although I use to manifest a resistance,
With a distance kept persisted.
And my mind is not delayed,
To replay mistakes I've made.
Knowing that it took a lot to do,
Since like you I am a human too!
And I might boo-hoo,
But none will I do around you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dare to Live
Today might be the day you die.
So seize each opportunity
That’s offered you and don’t ask why
But grasp each moment eagerly.
Why vacillate and hesitate.
Waste time wondering if you should
You will regret when it’s too late.
You did not do it when you could
We all do things that we regret.
We have to make our own mistakes
Learn lessons that we won’t forget.
Experience is all it takes.
Take a chance do it today
Another chance won’t come your way.
26/07/2009
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Wallowings
I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.
Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.
Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.
Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.
Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:
Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.
As my Mother used to say:
'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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