The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing Something On Their Own
I can find the restrooms in my home,
Blindfolded.
There are two.
And I know what to do and how to use both,
For purposes to address an agenda.
I do not need a tour guide,
To make clear my familiarity.
Some have a need to have their hands held,
During a repeated process.
To feel a comfort in this repeating...
Something they do is correct.
And does not offend...
If they should be caught alone,
And doing something on their own
That may not be condoned or accepted.
Hoping that what is done...
Is approved by everyone!
Even if what they do,
Captures no one's attention.
With or without...
Making attempts to apply imagination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passion and vision
There must be some familiarity for passion,
Though much familiarity brings aversion
There must be some distance for vision,
Though too long or too short, it blurs the vision.
24.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When Vanity Becomes One's Face
Unfortunately,
When vanity becomes the face...
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes the accepted familiarity.
And when the time does come,
For that one to reveal underneath a mask...
Worn to masquerade reality.
What is seen is regarded as fake.
Leaving one without choices or options to make.
Unfortunately...
When vanity becomes the face,
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes accepted familiarity.
When vanity becomes one's face,
Escaping these presentations...
Is difficult to erase to replace with truth.
Since deceivers only deepen,
A distrusting of them and whatever they do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comfort You
Lot of havoc in the sea
People rushing endlessly
Sometimes I think it's just their way
Of capturing a better day
You keep rushing home baby
For your dose of reality
I'll hold out my hands to you
You do what you need to
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
An ocean of humanity
Some wash up along the street
It's hard to keep in stepping round
It's hard to keep that frame of mind
Trying to move with the sun
Gives the illusion that we're one
I'll be running next to you
We do what we need to
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
But when the moonlight washes over our bed
and the road slows
A lonely siren screeching 'round the bend
The cool air blows
Raising the hair on my skin
We come face to face
Try to let each other in
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
I will I will I will I will
I will I will I will I will
I will comfort you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Singular
Carrying the light
In darkness
Until my last day.
Both the truth
And the lie
Living…
But I see now
That I can only live
For me.
The ones who choose
The comfort lies bring,
Will never use their lives
For change.
I can count on my will
Only.
poem by Erica Borges
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IF I Was On A Mission To Impress
If my mission was to impress,
To effectively address a perceived ego...
Gone unidentified as an awareness.
With a labelling of being arrogant.
I certainly would not begin,
With a depiction of a forest others do not see...
Although walking through it to go unseen.
Nor would I mention with acknowledgment,
My familiarity with each kind of tree within it...
To call each one by name to express my respect for them.
If...
I 'was' on a mission to impress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comfort Me
Comfort me while I'm alone.
Bring me courage that I can own.
There is no comfort while there's fear.
For fear's not gone. It's always near.
Comfort me so I may sleep.
In my slumber let me keep
dreams of peaceful times ahead,
calmness while I'm in my bed.
Comfort me, oh God of all.
Keep me still so I don't fall
into thoughts dark and bleak.
Lift my spirits while I speak
With my pen that's close to me.
Let my words be there and be
the focus of my thoughts for now.
For they're the comfort I seek, somehow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Whether Accepted Or Left As It Is
Never will I chase away,
My discovery of love as it is displayed.
To be labelled for something it is not,
For a slotting done that creates someone's comfort.
With a choice to choose between indecision,
And complete disbelief.
The love I have found is genuine.
Be you a man or a woman it doesn't matter to me.
Love is not a piece of property own.
Nor is it expressed for just few to condone.
And whether accepted or left as it is,
The feeling I have I can not help but to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
(traditional)
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
For jesus christ our savior
Was born upon this day
To save us all from satans power
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
From God our heavenly father
A blessed angel came
When unto certain shepards
Brought tidings of the same
How that in bethlehem was born
The son of God by name
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Now to the lord sing praises
All you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
This holy tide of christmas
All under shell replace
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
song performed by by Erasure
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Unless It Is Addressed
Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation for suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!
Why some people take it upon themselves,
To want to recreate someone else's space...
And not practice good visiting guest skills,
Is something one does...
When a comfort has surprassed,
The disrespect zone.
And in my home when that begins,
An exit is requested with a...'You can go home! '
Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation of suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
God rest ye merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember christ our savior
Was born on christmas day,
To save us all from satans power
When we were gone astray;
Ooh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Ooh tidings of comfort and joy.
From God our heavenly father
A blessed angel came.
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in bethlehem was born
The son of God by name;
Ooh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Ooh tidings of comfort and joy.
Now to the lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of christmas
All others doth deface;
Ooh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Ooh tidings of comfort and joy.
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!
From God our heavenly Father
A blessed angel came;
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tiding of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!
--- Instrumental ---
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
Doth bring redeeming grace
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy!...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Desires to fire
Dissimilarity be with similarity,
Distance be with nearness and
Strangeness be with familiarity
For love to fire in each pair.
20.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Familiarity With Self And Confidence
I never before experienced rejection,
Until it was done.
And...
I never before experienced disrespect,
Until that was done.
And...
I never before witnessed bigotry or hatred,
Until that was done.
And...
Living my life being blessed,
Lead me to experience age 63.
But prior to that...
I had no expectations.
Nor had I ever rehearsed...
Anything I did for the first time.
Not one age did I live to repeat.
Familiarity with self and confidence,
Makes things easier to do,
Once one chooses life as an exploration.
And refuses to be slotted as a classification.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too much familiarity breeds contempt
Too much familiarity, all the questions answered not just by yes or no
The explanations as demanded all enumerated, and there are no extrapolations needed,
At the last notice, I think I have spoiled you like my first lover,
In giving everything, everything is totally lost, and parting has become inevitable
With you now, I have given trust, but now with limitations however,
It is not selfishness, it is something else, it is to keep you because there is something in you
That makes me alive somehow, you make me breathe, and you have given me a space
Somehow, I must withhold a little bit about myself, to make this love work,
Now when you ask, I will either make some white lies, and later some big lies or be silent
So not everything in me is taken away, and you will think that I am not at all consumed
I am sweet, I will be sweeter still in some measurable unknowns, and you will taste these,
With a note, that not all that is sweet shall be given, some will be bland and even bitter,
I want to keep you for a while; we will be talking some more, like sweet lovers
Whispering nothings, I will confuse you a little bit about some beginnings, I will swerve
Away a little bit, away from your closeness, this too much familiarity that is slowly
Breeding contempt, this familiarity that destroys and has no power to recreate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Comfort Zone
Where do we go
When theres a need to be loved
Like you need to be loved
Oh, Ill let you know
Just what to do and where to go
Hey welcome to the comfort zone
When you need to be loved like you need to be loved
Welcome to the comfort zone
Do whatever feels right and turns you on
After a hard days work
Theres one thing to be certain of
This ol familiar love
Its not unusual to find that its sensual
Its all you need to let go
Theres no need to try
Or compromise
Or settle for another outside of my love
The thing to do
When you get through
Heed the message seek the comfort of my zone
Hey welcome to the comfort zone
When you need to be loved like you need to be loved
Welcome to the comfort zone
Do whatever feels right and turns you on
Hey let me make you comfortable
Let me take control
And give your mind a break from the day you made
Lets turn the lights down low
And oh the rest you know
Ill be here for you
cause you just stepped into the comfort zone
Written by kipper jones & reggie stewart
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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What You Can Do....
dearly beloved
promise yourself not to forget poetry
you cannot say that, unless you are prepared to be another congenital liar,
your lips miss always the metaphors that please your tongue
that tastes the sweetness of nectar words
inside the receptacles of your flower-mind
come, dearly beloved
for the meantime leave the daily cares of your search for comfort
forget the greenish look of the almighty money
come with me
let us sing the songs of our perdition
let us ring the bells of of our death
to art, say it again, to art i must live and die and live and die
and die again
only to be redeemed by the powers of its beauty
its grace that saves us
ultimately from the evils of boredom
of too much familiarity to the insignificant
and the worldly,
dearly beloved we set free our butterflies
into the infinite skies of our
immortal existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Had My Love[Dark Child Master Mix]
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me? heeeeeeeey
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me
And call me baby?
Now if I give you me
This is how its got to be:
First of all, I wont take you cheatin on me
Tell me who can I trust
If I cant trust in you
And I refuse to let you play me for a fool
You said that we
Could possibly
Spend eternity
(see thats what you told me; thats what you said)
But if you want me
You have to be
Fulfilling all my dreams
(if you really want me, babe)
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me
And call me baby?
Said you want my love
And youve got to have it all
But first there are some things you need to know
If you want to live
With all I have to give
I need to feel true love or its got to end, yeah
I dont want you
Tryin to get with me
And I end up unhappy
(I dont need the hurt and I dont need the pain)
So before I do
Give myself to you
I have to know the truth
(if I spend my life with you)
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me
And call me baby? ...(repeat)
song performed by by Jennifer Lopez
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Torn Between Two Worlds
We're headed to the southland
to avoid the wintry scenes.
I will not miss the falling snows
or temperatures in the teens.
What I will miss is the comfort I feel
of being where I was born.
Whenever I travel away from here
a part of me does mourn.
Still I await the reunion with my sons
and their families that I love.
My grandchildren's smiles and interests
that to me are far and above
my loneliness that nags at me
to be where I'm at home.
It's strange what familiarity does to the heart.
It tells me not to roam.
Being torn between here and there
is never an easy thing.
It's like being in the middle of a song
that you've forgotten how to sing.
But off we'll go and the south will appear
and we will settle in.
We'll bide our time and enjoy our families
and southern living will begin.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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