That Which One Wishes
If there is a decay noticed,
That has been allowed to spread...
It has been welcomed.
The power to eliminate,
That which one wishes...
Does not sit around to collect dust.
Those who put up a fuss,
Regarding their circumstances...
Had to greet them or they wouldn't exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Lead to Impress By Example
I will always believe,
Most people should lead...
To impress by example.
If that example is nonexistent,
Depressed of opportunity.
Or implusive in implementation...
There is nothing concrete to follow.
Presenting a devastation allowed,
From an unspoken encouragement.
And people are left in a disarray displayed.
Reflecting that which has been shown.
And a decay is what becomes known!
Witnessed to exist!
To rid one from this...
Is a challenge that takes committment!
From everyone who wishes,
A better way to conduct a life with promise...
That fulfills.
And not destroy a quality that can be achieved!
Addressing will power to accomplish it!
And this takes faith and skill.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disappointed
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
So many insist,
On not being aware of what they've permitted.
To then attempt to remove themselves,
Of any responsibility that reflects their involvement.
As if a conscious investment made...
Disappointed in the expected dividends given.
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most High On Kingdom's Throne
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
You may even be groomed upon it,
Until for you...
It becomes a craving in your head.
But know this...
From my lips not whispered,
You will never defeat me!
You know why?
My life is not based upon opinions told,
Rumors or babbled smattered...
With a smearing of lies.
And while you are asleep with visions to defeat me,
I am awake to salivate upon teachings I feed and seek.
Where?
At the feet where my Father sits Most High,
On Kingdom's Throne.
And people like me are welcomed to greet and meet,
The Almighty.
No matter if we gather together.
Or if it's requested one visits Him alone.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Defeating the children taught by my Father,
May be your wish.
However...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
Or are even known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going To Be Left To Leave
Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.
And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.
Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Dismissed Should Be Retrieved
Those wants and wishes have materialized,
Right before their eyes.
And that which has been stated not wished,
Appears with no disguise.
And arguments heard occur to travel...
Faster than a speeding bullet,
Shot from an opened mouth.
With a twisting of facts...
From there to an ear for all to hear.
Whispered behind most backs.
What consciousness is this?
When complaints like this exist.
Those wants and wishes have materialized.
Why is it they now resist.
Something dismissed should be retrieved.
Yet what has been dismissed,
Has allowed those wants and wishes...
To appear!
But not wanted.
And now claimed...
Not wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human’s traits
Abundance will not eliminate begging.
Prosperity will not eliminate stealing.
Punishment will not eliminate killing
Availability will not eliminate adultery.
They are all traits we must live with.
25.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tons of Excess Everyday Is Thrown Away
What is all the fuss about?
It can not be over oil.
Gushing it does freely from the Gulf.
Millions of barrels is the estimate of it.
What is all the fuss about?
Shortages of resources of what?
Deceits or beliefs?
Hoodwinks or just blatant lies?
What is all the fuss about?
A financial crisis?
Why is this perception allowed to exist?
Who and which group is the benefactor of this?
When tons of excess everyday is thrown away!
Even in Zimbabwe,
They are washing the dirt off dollar bills...
And hanging them out to dry!
Try taking a head of cabbage,
From a garbage bin behind a supermarket chain...
And you will go to jail without fail.
Tons of 'perceived' excess everyday is thrown away!
Even in Zimbabwe,
They are washing the dirt off dollar bills...
And hanging them out to dry!
'May I have two fools, please!
Oh?
There is a sale?
I'll have a dozen!
No...
Make that three dozen.
And a bushel of idiots.
Oh?
You're giving them away?
This must be my lucky day! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Next To Collect
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
Tomorrow no one knows,
Just what to expect.
You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.
You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.
You may be next to collect,
Just accept you are blessed.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.
You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.
You may be the next to collect it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A King
I never wanted life like a king
I always wanted just to be as normal as I can be
Though the powers I have can make me a king
Yet I lay down my shield and just be normal
I have all the answers to the world people cant find
But the answer are too complicated for them to realize
Still I hid behind that bush pretending so innocent
Until they really knew what love is all about
I don’t have the power of muscles, nor the power to change
Behind all us are the power we never thought we could have
A power we are so much afraid of
For sometimes the power can cause pain within.
I failed before using that power
I may have used it too much, or I have used it less
But into learnings I finally found the real use of it
The reason why answers have been revealed
Magic it may sound… but it is just LOVE
I may not be as wise as others, but enough to be in love
I may not be as good as others, , , but knows the right to love
That’s the only power I can show to all
But I wouldn’t recognize it by then
Until you found the one who can unleash the hidden key
The one you’ll fall inlove with, the one that is forever
And I wouldn’t be this much confidence if you didn’t came
You are the key to the power I had my sweet
The key to prove things exist not only that is visible by eyes
You make love once more had a meaning for the world
poem by Mark Anthony Mendoza
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Stealing Praise
When is the best time,
To eliminate associating with those...
Who have given others the impression,
Something you have given to them for years...
Has been deserving?
Do it when they begin to tell others,
With convincing arrogance...
They've done the best they could,
To accomodate 'your' wishes.
'Excuse me?
Say What? '
Say it again...
To let the belief of it sink in.
'Excuse me?
Say What? '
Eliminate your associations with people like this,
And others will begin to plainly see...
Just 'who' has been accomodating 'whom'.
And just who has been stealing praise,
In ways they have claimed to have been justified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Many Potential Despots
So many despotic and potentially despotic leaders in the World of today
Suppose with most people in positions of power it is their natural way
To hang on to power at all cost those they perceive as foes they try to eliminate
As well as their rivals for power all their opponents they do hate
The lust for power is addictive in every power hungry man
And most of them when they get power hang on to it for as long as they can
From power hungry into despots they eventually grow
And from despot to despotic criminal their progression is not slow
The fear spread by despotic leaders is an addictive thing
And even out of fear of them the masses their praises do sing
It started as a lust for power when they were in their life's prime
That progressed through the decades to a life of Major crime
In most of those who lust for power a despot does reside
And because of them far too many good people needlessly have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Different Twigs On Rooted Trees
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
If one accepts the meaning of consciousness,
Life given to live will display...
An array of qualities,
Humanity blesses us to receive.
This Universe beholds many complexities,
Out of our control.
Although we demand with selfishness,
To insist we can rule and suppress...
What we choose and refuse what is detested!
Feeding a continuum of conflict and unrest.
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
And 'not' the creators of upsetting conflicts and diseases,
Left!
Like pests.
And not the self righteous 'saviors' professed!
A divine design,
More complexed than our self centeredness...
Is not blinded by the fuss we make as specks of dust.
It knows we leech disrespectfully.
It knows we show an ungratefulness...
With beliefs our insignificance,
Is the cause and effect of the 'heavens' progress.
The different twigs on rooted trees,
If noticed...
Expands concepts of possibilities,
If approached...
With an opened mind.
However...
Too many of those are still enclosed,
In shells too hard!
And too thick to birth from the surface to bloom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Useless Reminiscing
There are those who identify with quantity.
To fill a necessary space...
Determined
To let dust with an emptiness,
And silkened within a cobweb traced.
In cobelligerence it seems,
But not in protest.
Nor in the uniting of values.
A storm that isn't but 'is' inside that brews.
Like the eyes of someone in a portrait,
That follows you and every move!
The substance of the quantity,
Fails to provide a quality missed.
And the dust seems to sit...
As if that had been the purpose of it.
To soothe a mental disturbance.
Proving a self control can exist!
But to who?
To collect one's thoughts.
Until the memory finds a meaning.
And a perfect time to explore...
Useless reminiscing.
That's all it is...
If one does this alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only You Know
Initiate.
Locate.
Eliminate.
Only you know from where,
Your headaches begin.
If there is a desire,
To have 'your' headaches end...
Requires effort.
Initiate with intent.
Locate the cause and reason.
Eliminate without hesitation,
Headaches allowed to begin...
With an ending of them.
And if you don't know?
You've got other issues involved,
To solve!
There is no need to start a campaign,
To complain about anyone causing you pain!
You have nothing to gain from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Me
I stand here face to face
With someone that I used to know
He used to look at me and laugh
But now he claims
That hes known me for so very long
But I remember being no one
I wanted to be just like you
So perfect, so untouchable
Now you want me to be with you
Someone who used to have it all
Do you remember now
You acted like you never noticed me
Forget it
Cause the gone has come around
And youre not allowed to be a part of me
Did you know me?
Or were you too preoccupied
With playing king in your small kingdom
And now the real world
Has stripped you of your royalty
And from your kingdom youre evicted
I wanted to be just like you
So perfect, so untouchable
Now you want me to be with you
Someone who used to have it all
Do you remember now
You acted like you never noticed me
Forget it
Cause the gone has come around
Youre not allowed to be a part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Youre never going to be a part of me
Do you remember now
You acted like you never noticed me
Forget it
Cause the gone has come around
Youre not allowed to be a part of me
Part of me
Part of me
Part of me
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The age of innocence
Re-collect
Re-ligio
A high tide of returning faith
For the age of innocence
Le fin de toutes les ciecles
Weltschmertz too shallow for those
Who went abysses too high
Who went insanity too nigh
Go up
Super-modern stuck in
Heideggerian states of minds
Without even knowing that
New health be named after you
Carry the name the peace of glory
You sub-modern undercurrent
Talking to its future
Gather together
Powers of the world
Light up little girls’ golden matches
Re-collect little boys lost in no man’s host
Gather together and strike
Dancing light on fragility
Delicate wire walkers
Scar lit star dust dancers
Spinning ashes spread
Spread beyond the waters
You sub-modern undercurrent
Talking to its future
Re-collect
Memories of Earth risen grown up
In knife edges shortcuts torn apart
Dying a Nietzche strength in
‘they’ll call me a sickness’ testament
Michael Angelo mocking
Bartholomeus’s skin
The Moses horns bone bricked
Into the creation of Earth
Re-collect
Re-ligio
The high tide of returning faith
For the age of innocence
This is an unknown passion
A torment passion tearing to nothing
Torn to nothing brought
Torn out of nothing born
Reborn
Unmasking darkness and light
Un-dividing
A new health may carry its name
To say
To re-collect
Gather together and strike
Light steps of the paths
Stamps in sounds star bathed blessed
Sub-modern last choice manifest
Re-collect
Re-ligio
The high tide of returning faith
For the age of innocence.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Morning Star
Little star you’re the last one
we see in the skies
as the morning starts to rise.
The last one to go to fall asleep
as the sun begins to wake.
Morning star as everything yawns a sleepy head
you smile before going off to your bed.
You are not the wishing star
whom everyone wishes upon
hoping their wishes will come true.
Morning star you’re the last one to go to sleep,
but the first one to greet us
as we wake in the morn
when a brand new day is born.
You’re the star we forget about,
but the first one we see each day.
You are always there
to greet us as we get out of bed.
30 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Life that we are part of
one life
one soul
shared by
entities
all added
up to one
larger life
the river
freezes
because it
it is telling
the sun
not to go
too far
the moon
hangs out
in the night
because
it wishes
to share
the secrets
of the sun
the cloud
comes down
as rain
because
it wishes to
share with
all the glory
of the sky
the trees
bear fruits
because
it wishes
to thank all
for giving air
as well as
hellp spread
their kinds
the sky is
thunder and
lightning
because
it wishes
to throw
a balance
between earth
and sky
the world is
getting hotter
because
it wishes
to tell us
we have gone
against its order
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Happy New Year,2006
Born is A New Year!
Gone is an old year;
Let’s add new cheer,
Live without fear.
Greet your neighbors;
Greet some strangers;
Greet all your friends;
And make amends.
’Tis never late
To change one’s fate;
Problems abate:
Wait for that date.
Forget past woes;
Forget chaos;
With hope, of course:
Thus, our life goes.
Abide in God;
Await His nod;
Avoid His rod,
And thank the Lord.
When God's with us,
There is no curse;
Walk without fuss;
He sure will bless.
Copyright by Dr John Celes
1-1-2006
poem by John Celes
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