That Tour Through The Trees
Trusting in wishes to come true,
Is not the same as embracing a truth that exists.
A long time ago I discovered this.
I've noticed those of strong work ethics,
Were often those who boldly spoke...
And walked with a pride.
I've also noticed those believing they were owed,
For the lives they chose to live...
Complained and leeched a lot.
Many are not prepared,
To take that tour through the trees...
On paths independently taken.
To be alone without a masking of their fears.
Or hear the rustling of the leaves,
As the breezes blow to make sounds unheard before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The One
'Come over here' he said
'Let's you and me
talk private.
I've noticed you
noticing me
and I wonder if
that is illusion
and am I making it up
or if it is true
and you did
notice me.
If not fine
I'm gone.
If so
let's talk.
What is the truth?
She:
'Yes I noticed you-
I saw you;
I mean
but that is all-
I noticed'
He: 'Well what did you think of me
when you noticed me?
Did you like me? '
She: ,
'Like you?
I don't know you'
.
'Well what did you think.
Well I thought you, , , ,
Actually I didn't
I wasn't thinking
I was just noticing?
'
Ok, nothing
no spark?
'No, no spark.'
In my twenties i would look into every
face and ask
are you my Future One?
And each face I peered into
would be examined and evaluated
and ultimately graded
and done within 3 seconds.
But if one
noticed me
noticing
I would end up
in conversations
like the above one.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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You'd Be Making a Lot More Money
Why don't you go somewhere else,
Where you can become more 'noticed'.
'Noticed?
Noticed for what? '
What it is that you do.
'I don't know what you mean by that,
However...
What makes you 'think' I am not noticed? '
You can't be.
Not here.
'Oh...
I see where you're going with this.
You mean 'noticed' in a way,
That celebrities and stars are noticed'
Yeah, yeah...
Exactly.
'So you can say you know me?
Is that it? '
NAW!
So 'you' can be happy!
'And...
I'm not happy? '
You can't be!
'Why? '
Because you live 'here'!
'OH...
So I can not be happy,
Doing exactly what I choose to do...
AND live here.
Is that it? '
People don't have respect,
For someone like you...
Here!
'And what makes you think,
I am not accustomed to being disrespected?
That has nothing to do with what it is I do.
Nor my choice to live here.
I love what I do.
I love where I live.
I love the people I come in contact with.
Why would I choose to go somewhere else?
I can expect to get disrespected.
AND...
Check it out!
That has helped me achieve my success!
And I couldn't afford to get that anywhere else,
But right here.
That may seem foolish to you!
But my mama didn't raise no fools! '
You'd be making a lot more money!
'To have you calling me every five minutes,
To borrow some?
No thanks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpolluted Truth Is
When truth is identified,
Honesty is done.
A familiarity of it exists.
And it can be seen,
In the eyes of everyone.
Those still clinging onto 'conditions'
Have been taught to look away.
Either they cast their eyes to the ground...
Or something hidden,
Has been done!
Or perhaps an unconsciousness,
For them has been delayed.
Once truth is discovered...
It's rather difficult for it,
To be secretly betrayed.
It's there like fresh air!
Unpolluted truth is.
And noticed when it is clearly there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody Else In The World But You
(don henley/jai winding/stan lynch)
You live in a house of mirrors
Reflecting your splendid isolation
You have so much of everything
Except for true consideration
The way you dance
The way you walk
The way you drive
The way you talk
The way you eat
The way you drink
The way you act
The way that you dont think
Its like theres
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here, too
Hey now, did your momma teach you anything?
Some things still got to be respected
Is it a sign of the times, or is it just your callous heart?
How did you get so disconnected?
The way you push
The way you shove
The way you hate
The way you love
The lies you spin
The scenes you make
The grief you give
The space you take
Its like theres
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here, too
And now its time you did a little giving, baby
The world is not your plaything, no, no, no
(solo)
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Its like theresnobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed there are lots of other people here, too
song performed by by Don Henley
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Provoked But Motivated
The taking for granted of others,
Does not have long lasting benefits.
Nor does an attempt to fit another into a mold,
Believing this misdeed easy to sell to be sold to others...
Will not eventually backfire to expose one's own credibility,
To reveal an ability to create fantastic lies...
On those they chose to be depicted as they would please.
Creating one's own truth can be forgivable,
By those picked to be discredited as if this had been permitted.
But for those whose minds become disturbed,
As time unwinds them to unravel without a word from them heard.
It becomes more difficult to keep this from being noticed.
Or those provoked but motivated,
By those who thought them to be the fools they have never been.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Withstand The Crowd
if all of you shall dance
to be noticed
i won't, i would be still like
a post
i would stand tall like a wall
if all of you go right
to be noticed i will go wrong
and if all of you wear yellow
to be noticed
i wear black
and if all of you are so silent
like zombies
i will scream and to be notice well
i will dress like an angel
if on the stage the three of us are
displayed
you two tumble
i will make bubbles like a fish
as you tumble like the weeds
i like to stand in the crowd
in the sea of conformity
i would like to be the black urchin
of your discomfort
if i must bite you i will
only to be noticed
for you never really care
you never really really love me
truly
that 's the reason why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like They See It Done In The Movies
I was in and out of the military,
By the age of 21.
Living co-independently with responsibilites...
As a married man with a wife expecting our son.
Today I have little patience,
With men and women both who whine.
About living lives they wished they had.
But accepting routines to live,
Everyday...
In their minds.
And I have no tolerance for those who make claims...
About what they do and how they do it.
While expressing a self centered sadness,
To hold others to blame for their restricted ambitions.
And listening to them...
You will hear them threaten to run away.
And make childish proclamations.
And there are still those...
Who will convince others they have been on their own.
All their lives!
But they have never spent time by themselves.
Nor could they walk on their paths alone.
They have never done it.
But quick to demand from others they do!
Like they see it done in the movies.
Without the added moans and groans.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of Creating Conflict
Wishing for a past to return to relive,
Has to be those wishes made by the ones...
Doing a procrastinating done.
They did it then and still do now.
And there are many living,
Who believe they are owed to be served.
As if for no other reason they exist.
To live to criticized to bemoan their failures.
And the ones who go unnoticed,
With a sacrificing done to condone...
Take no one or anything for granted.
With a doing not to complain or it shown.
And...
Often those believing they are owed to be served,
Are in the midst of creating conflict...
Anywhere they are allowed to critique and whine.
With a finding of doing this as fulfilling their purpose.
As if to make their presence known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you don't get noticed, you don't have anything. You just have to be noticed, but the art is in getting noticed naturally, without screaming or without tricks.
quote by Leo Burnett
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Blind
Jesus walked again last night through the garden
With Eve and they spoke of seduction, corruption, temptation and defeat
Scoffing at her weakness
I was struck to my knees
And found myself among the apples
And my resistance growing weak
And my faith was faded to apathy
Just keep believing
That I'm so free, yeah
And if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
The truth is something they have never seen
Oh yeah
Oh, that jaundice moon that filled that sky
And bathed the sacred ground
I wrestled with my angel and I pinned her to the ground
Gloating at my prowess while I basked in her defeat
I noticed Satan had her by the ankles
And he held her down for me
And my mind was jaded, hypocrisy
Just keep believing
That I'm so free
And if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
Won't believe a thing that they have seen
Oh oh, nah yeah, oh yeah
Reaching for that reddish rose
Eyeing of its thorns
And they slashed my wrist and blead my body
What a killing thorn
Oh, that red rose don't smell so sweet no more
And if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
The truth is something they have never seen
Oh, and if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
The truth is something they could never see
I don't believe a thing that they have seen
Oh no, they can't see, my god they cannot see me
No, they won't believe, they won't believe
They won't believe, they won't believe
They can't believe, they can't believe
Oh no, Jesus walked again last night through the garden with me
song performed by by Fuel
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Sunrise
Ive been waiting to hear your voice for too long now
One way conversations do not work somehow
Tell me how does one get your soul in touch with the one above
When one way conversations pay a price for the use of love
I tried so hard last night you would not talk to me
I live with the fear of the few with the gift
And I know whats going to be
Why did you never speak my name in front of my family
You gave a gift that you then took away
Like you never did before
Your name might be God but you dont say that much to me
Your name might be God but you dont say that much to me
We might be your black sheep
But you forgot us a long time ago
We might be your lost sheep
But its time you remembered us now
As we spend our days together, nothing can go wrong
No one told the truth about it because it was so strong
If you ever think of me, if you hear my name
If you read between the lines, youll hang your head in shame
These ? ? ? ears will never hear, the ice will never freeze
Whatever I have done for you I did because you complained
( whatever you may think of me whatever you may say
Ive lived my whole life in danger,
Youve lived your life in hate )*
song performed by by New Order
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My Father's Garden
I remember my father as being a warm person-
A strong man in many ways always working hard so that
My mother and I could have the very best-
He passed so many years ago but
I can still hear his laughter, and recall his gentleness-
As he was always there for me-
I still can see him working in his garden
At the time we lived close to the shores of Carmel –
I can still hear the leaves upon the trees rustling in the wind,
And the peaceful rocking of the ocean waves
Soothing me as they were lapping upon the shore close by-
I will never forget the joy the flowers he had planted
Brought to him, my mother and I,
As he seemed to be lost inside a world of his own,
Transforming a yard where at one time only high grasses grew
Into a kingdom of color and beauty for everyone to perceive-
I shall never forget the rose bushes-
Yellow, pink and red blossoms in their colorful hues
Enlightening to everyone’s eyes, as they were, and fragrant as well,
In all of their delicacy;
My father passed years ago- - a terminal illness snatched away
This wonderful being – tears still come to my eyes in past memories- as
I cannot comprehend that if a god exists-
How could he have snatched life away so quickly from
A person who had such a zest for life?
I shall never forget the moment he died, how my uncle
Sat upon a chair in the bathroom with his head in his hands weeping
When my father fell to the floor at his death-
Although he has parted from this world forever, fond memories continue-
People always die but flowers keep growing and live on.
Yesterday I cut a pink rose from a bush in the yard and
Placed it in a small vase upon the end table by my bed side and
As I drifted off to sleep this delicate and lovely flower carried me
Into the world of my fantasies- where my father is still with me always, and
I still feel his loving arms embracing me; I can still hear the rustling of
Leaves upon the trees outside, and I still hear the waves lapping upon the shore
And even though in flesh he is gone-
Departed from this world, he has left valuable reminiscences for me to treasure;
Whenever I stand in his garden I can still feel his presence, as in my
Heart and spirit, he shall always be very much alive….
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Baby Dont You Break My Heart Slow
I like the way you wanted me
Every night for so long baby
And I like the way you needed me
Every time things got rocky
(ah ah ah ah)
I was believing in you
(ah ah ah ah)
Was I mistaken
Do you say
Do you say what you mean
I want our love to last forever
But Id rather you be mean
Than love and lie
Id rather hear the truth
And have to say goodbye
Id rather take a blow
At least then I would know
But baby dont you break my heart slow
No
I like the way youd hold me
Every night for so long baby
I like the way youd say my name
In the middle of the night
While you were sleeping
(ah ah ah ah)
I was believing in you
(ah ah ah ah)
Was I mistaken
Do you mean
Do you mean what you say
When you say our love could last forever
Well Id rather you be mean
(you be mean)
Than love and lie
(than lie)
Id rather hear the truth
(hear the truth)
And have to say goodbye
(goodbye)
Id rather take a blow
(I would know)
At least then I would know
But baby dont you break my heart slow
No
Your would run around and lead me on forever
Oh while I wait at home still thinking were together
I wanted our love to last forever
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
(ah ah ah ah) I was believing in you (ah ah ah ah)
Id rather you be mean
(you be mean)
Than love and lie
(than lie)
Id rather hear the truth
(hear the truth)
And have to say goodbye
(say goodbye)
Id rather take a blow
(oh)
At least then I would know
But baby dont you break my heart slow
(no)
Dont love and lie
(dont lie)
Id rather hear the truth
(wanna hear the truth)
And have to say goodbye
(say goodbye)
Id rather take a blow
At least then I would know
But baby dont you break my heart slow
Baby dont you break my heart slow
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Gulf Of Mexico
Teddy gentry/robert byrne, 3:59
I live to work and work to live
Oh but what I wouldnt give
For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach
Where the sand dollar is the only currency
Chorus:
I vote we go to the gulf of mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me, oh thats the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the gulf of mexico
Right at five oclock today
Ill pick you up, well drive away
And I cant wait to feel the sand beneath my toes
And I can almost see the sunburn on your nose
Repeat chorus
Vamos we go... (repeat chorus again)
Tag
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the gulf of mexico
On the gulf of mexico
Thats the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the gulf of mexico
(c) 1990 maypop music (a division of wildcountry, inc ) (bmi) / roberty byrne music (ascap). all rights reserved.
song performed by by Alabama
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Selective Discrimination
It's not noticed until focused upon.
And only then it is said nothing is perfect.
Those on tour buses view landscaped vistas.
Boxed lunches are issued.
Some had ordered sandwiches with mayonaisse.
Others complained of receiving pickles
Without lettuce!
In the distance it was observed,
Millions of people roaming in fields!
They were declared blossoms of a new season!
They were photograped that way!
Selective discrimination works!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Feel Punch
I felt the pinch and suffered pain
It was as if complete energy drain
You had deserted me at last hour
You left me behind when I was on tour
You chose the right time
It sends me shiver and push to think sometimes
Why at all you were to resort to such tactics?
When you had no feeling and love ethics?
I am at terrible pain to conceal
I feel it as treachery in real
Any sentimental fool may even feel
The memory passes of like photo reel
I won’t leave world just because of you
The part played by you was not true
It spoke bad about your tall promises
I may be prepared even today to forgo the misses
I have feeling of being wounded by vultures
We had dreamed about beautiful and golden future
I don’t know what made you to think differently
As I failed to draw it apparently
I still take it as divine reprieve
I am spared from being deceived
I believe healthy relation is something like paramount
It has much to strengthen and greatly to count
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sunday Break
All made me busy
That came in my way
shopping, laughing friends
I did not noticed
Time was running
Like a bullet out of gun
I kept myself
In my wishes so big
My hands were empty
When I looked at them
As empty as schools in holidays
Or office at sundays
My mind was full of many wishes
Sunday was too short
To have my all wishes
Time ran out
And I did nothing but to pass the time
I killed the time
Now night so precious to relax
Tomorrow will be another day
People will hurry
To make the world populous
Traffic will be jammed
Minds will be tortured
poem by Abdul Sattar
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You Hear Nature's Voice
You hear Nature's voice in the river that ever flows on towards the sea
A voice destined to live forever that has lived for untold centuries
From the foothills of the high country it babbles downhill night and day
By groves and by ditches and hedgerows to saltwater it winds it's way.
You hear Nature's voice in her birdsong their music carrying in the breeze
The sounds that the freshening winds make rustling in the leaves of the trees
Some of the happier sounds of Nature though to Nature there's another side
When Nature she shouts out her anger all others from her seek a safe place to hide.
When Nature she grows very angry the fear of the World is in her cry
She shakes the Earth flattens great buildings she roars and her lightning flashes in the sky
She crackles when her forests burn leaving blackness and smoke everywhere
With the power of Nature in a fury none other can hope to compare.
You hear Nature's voice in all Seasons Winter, Spring and Summer and Fall
And you hear Nature's voice in the night-time when her nocturnal creatures do call
Nature's voice will live on forever 'tis something not destined to die
As Nature herself does not have a time span as such are for mortals such as I.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Here And Now
this i've noticed of late
that my self is weary
trying to tune itself
to hear those
distant melodies
the ears long for
a melody tuned
here and now
this i've noticed of late
that this skin is weary
of imagined caresses
and longs a tryst
even if it meant
a passing touch
of the little finger
but here and now
09oct2009
00.25hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Communication Skills
Your conversation...
It's all over the place.
'I'm glad you noticed that.
Because I am responding to you.
I pride myself on listening.
And delivering immediate feedback.
So...
If you have noticed 'my' conversation,
Has been all over the place...
Not making sense OR contact?
Listen to yourself sometimes.
You will find your communication skills,
Way off track.'
So what are you saying?
I don't pay attention?
'Well,
It's like this...
If you think my conversation is scattered,
And it is just the two of us 'in' one conversation...
And I am responding to 'you'?
You figure that one out by yourself.
Because it is obvious to me,
You don't need me here...
To enjoy your own thoughts! '
True!
Maybe I should be a writer...
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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