The Supreme's Approval
You have refused to accept,
The message being delivered!
And those who have made attempts to deliver it...
As well.
You showed contempt and resented them.
But they did not compose,
What you need to know in the message that shows...
A clear fear that attacks!
An absent mind that lacks remorse.
A thoughless heart with no concern.
An ignorance that burns those who learn!
A shallow understanding of the 'home' one has not earned!
And a self righteousness that has created a madness...
You have bestowed upon yourself in denial,
That trashes the lives of others!
In a stubborness that resist the appearance,
Of honesty and truth!
You want options?
With 'Reflections' of those times,
Hoping 'Someday We'll Be Together'
In some prefrabricated glimmer and glitz...
Glistening with glitter in some existing bliss!
Hmmmm...?
There will be no trial or jury!
There will just be your removal...
Yes, your removal!
In ways that meet with The Supreme's approval!
And Diana, Flo and Mary...
Will have nothing to do with what's ahead for you!
There will be no Motown requests where you're going!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diana
Can you come back,
And give a crispness...
To that glitter and glitz,
You left us with...
Diana.
Your quirky vocals,
Introduced a freshness...
Long missed.
It was how you did this,
That made you reign 'supreme'.
Can you deliver as it was then?
Chirping like a bird...
As you carved out new tunes.
And packaged with a beat,
That mowed us down.
When that punch was driven...
With a snap and crackle,
Unique and given by that old Motown sound.
Can you come back,
And give a crispness...
To that glitter and glitz,
You left us with...
Diana.
Or have you retired,
That glamour with fire...
Pajazz, glimmer, sparkle and zest!
Dedicated:
To Diana (Diane) Ross
'Come back and give us that 'raw'
stuff you still got! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Submerge Within Completed Bliss (Part I)
It is not one's birthright to accept fear
And suffer alone,
From an emotional pain told to condone.
The first step in removal,
Is to free oneself of outside approval.
Desires contained within one's skin,
Is a challenge faced,
That has to begin.
To submerge within completed bliss,
One has to feel a life deserved...
And is rewarded in an earned joyfulness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Message
This is the hour of the day,
This is the hour of my love to you,
Understanding each other is the key;
Love is the message and,
I will never stop till i get to you.
Like two parallel lines that do meet at times,
I will always sing to this muse of love;
This esscentric love has its own message,
And i will always be at your door step knocking.
The right time will surely come,
Understanding each other is the key;
Your love message is very dear to my heart,
And i will always fight on to get to you.
I've got you in my heart,
And there are many colours to learn about;
Talents of precious love are in my blood,
What i an is what you need to know.
I will be there always for you,
Even if you reject me;
I will always fight on to get to you.
You are the message and,
I will be knocking this love message;
Like two parallel lines,
I believe the right time will come for us.
This is the hour of the day,
This is the time for love,
This is the love message;
My heart is for you my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Get The Message
(eric carmen)
Recorded by cyrus erie
Epic 10451 / 1969
Weve been goin together so long
Cant you feel that theres somethin wrong?
You only take me half way there,
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
We cant go on this way
While theres nothin more to say
Get the message
(come on now, come on now)
Get the message
(come on now, come on now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
My bedroom walls been scaled of late
So often its become my friend
But these great lows are what Ive got to end
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
We cant go on this way
One more hour, one more day
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
We cant go on this way
One more hour, one more day
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
(come on, now)
(come on, now)
Can you hear me? can you clear me?
Get the message
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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A what n when
What language has to do?
When eyes speak through
what beauty has to do?
When eyes don’t see it in spirit true
what words have to do to comment?
When it lacks promise and commitment,
what appearance has to do?
When lacks understanding and inner beauty?
What are we here and meant for?
When don’t long for each other,
what do we care for and what aim in life?
When nothing to take care of except wife
what is use of promise if they prove hollow?
When said is undone and quickly forgotten to follow,
what we search and look for when life is moving very slow?
When nothing special in it then what is use of planting seeds to grow,
why all mystery is shrouded in it?
When there is eagerness to meet
No secret in it that I long for you
Would you mind it if it is made through?
You said once you don’t care for outer look
you need a partner and not very good cook
Yes, but certainly there is everything in it,
when you ask for it I shall bring everything to your feet
I believed in frankness and straight talk
It may prove easy and smooth while you walk
Life can’t be taken as simple journey with no commitment
It has to be there with aim and desire for fulfillment
You didn’t make it clear with your firm voice
I considered it as your willingness with choice’
I could read the message in your bright eyes
It was really inviting and no refusal or bye
I still awaited your oral admission
It was desire to go ahead with permission
Why couldn’t it be made smooth without any hitch?
It is after all key to success with hidden switch
It may miss true essence if not given fair trial
There may always be yes no or denial
It may still be worth exploring for final end
If not then whole life we can remain as true friend
Sometimes we are carried away by sentiments
We fail to exchange simple compliments
It lacks firm resolution and commitment
We let slip away the chance to regret or lament
I want it to happen in lovely and beautiful manner
The relation should be tightened with fine spanner
It is in our hands to make it worth and memorable
If it is done then it will be worth commendable
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Go Away!
A gathering came together
To compose a message.
The contents of it were very clear.
When he received it...
He did not approve of the punctuation.
He sent it back,
With his own message attached.
'Let there be no mistake,
I am responsible for my irresponsibility.
If I can admit that...
At least you can come up with a better way
To make me understand
Why...
And I want this with more clarity!
'WHY? ' do you insist on bothering me,
With your petty ways of misunderstanding
My dysfunctions?
I made that clear from the onset!
Now leave me alone
And find better use of your time!
Go away! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open to Comprehend
Go ahead...
'Mess' with me!
This I wish,
With invitation I allow.
If it means from us...
A removal of clouds.
Perfect I'm not!
Nor try with thoughts exposed.
I seek to understand.
Not to keep my mind...
Closed to go unopposed.
Go ahead...
'Mess' with me!
This I wish,
With invitation I allow.
If it means from us...
A removal of clouds.
To vow from now on...
We can be open to comprehend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Times Reunion!
Our shells may drop, and crash on the floor.
The breath from lungs will be seen no more!
Absent from the body, what’s that mean to me?
Well, I’ve gone to see my Lord in Eternity!
A funeral merely soothes some one living’s mind,
For everyone has fears that they cannot bind.
They cannot bring themselves to seek truth and see,
The fear that they are covering is their mortality!
Someday I’ll meet my Maker and my bags are packed.
When I do get to Heaven I’m not coming back.
There will be a sweet reunion once I’m finally home,
I do not fear what lies ahead and I’m ready now to go!
The Happy Time Reunion lasts a thousand years.
It will seem like it just started when the end is near.
But there’ll be a new reunion just around the bend.
For you will have a party when you join me there my friend.
Oh please my dear friends I may leave behind.
Stop worrying about vacations or retirement frame of mind.
Spend more time that on the life ahead to see,
You can place a reservation to have Happy Times, with me!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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A Difference That Could Be Made
Notoriety and fame is all relative.
If a message has content.
How that message is delivered,
And by who should not matter.
Or who 'influential' is in support of it!
However,
Many who miss 'messages'...
Often miss the point of them.
It should not matter if someone has notoriety,
If a message with content is delivered to be accepted.
Although...
To many of us this makes a difference.
And a difference that could be made,
Skips away from our comprehension.
'But...
WHO are 'you' to know this?
And 'why' should it be of 'our' concern? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliver Me
Every woman and every man,
Knows the feeling so well
Those times when the heart just cant understand,
The times when you never can te ll
So deliver me, deliver me
Baby take this heart, set it free
Take this chance, take this dream
Baby take this heart
Deliver me
I was born with something down inside of me
And its carried me over, delivered me
Y eah delivered me, Im standing at your gate
Just out of reach of the hands of fate
So deliver me, deliver me
Baby take this heart, set it free
Take this chance, take this dream
Baby take this heart
Deliver me
Sometim es I wonder if this is worth the trouble
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth the fight
I never have made my mind up about it
Ive just decided to let it all ride
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Length Of Love
This could be destiny
Oh sweetheart
I've had no sense of time
Since we started
I got friends in need
Oh sweetheart
I've grown lengths and lengths and lengths of love
Since we started this thing out
Combat salacious removal
Combat salacious removal
There is a bitter breed
Oh sweetheart
They will be watching you sometimes
With their bitter hearts
But we are through with these
Oh we're shifting the heartache
We want strong summer love, the most robust blood
Just to stay awake
Combat salacious removal
Combat salacious removal
Combat salacious removal
song performed by by Interpol
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Duned By The Winds of Euphoria
Saying what is on my mind...
You wanted.
It is there and was made clear.
An honesty sits within me.
Not to leave fragmented.
It is as it appears.
It is a need I feed.
But this truth I share...
Your ears are not prepared,
To hear or bother to listen.
A distance keeps you detached,
And unaware to grasp with attention.
You want to select my conversation...
Although an implication still misses connotation.
A removal of an exposure you fear might reveal,
Something you skip to be left hidden.
Perhaps a fact you wish kept concealed?
But that is not my purpose.
I dare to be me and free.
My mind is not tied to myths of fantasy....
And that is what you endear from me to see.
That my eyes become plagued...
Moistured and fogged,
By your miraging scenes.
Daydreamed...
And tossed about like a beach ball,
As we sit duned by the winds of euphoria...
And brought to life to live and breathe.
You wish less of my depth.
Yet expect to communicate...
What you dictate will keep you safe.
And I am not about that at all.
I value understanding with blemishes and flaws.
But you rather keep a comprehension stalled.
Playing games like that,
Does not attract.
Or keep me attentive with that as an incentive.
When below surfaces I wish to scratch...
Until an itch is satisfied,
And relayed undenied and given right back!
That is what I want.
I do not desire to be teased.
I have needs to fulfill.
Not to avoid what may ill,
To provide a comfort as you please.
How can that be created...
When you prefer to dodge reality!
And a beginning unconnected,
Is not a relationship to be for me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delusional
Sometimes the right thing said,
Could be the wrong thing done...
When sharing conversation with someone.
Many are just not ready,
To share depths of truth...
Or explore revelations hidden.
Declaring one's feelings,
Can be a task regretted.
Some are motivated by honesty.
Some are delusional and fear confrontation.
And yet we all pray for answers.
And when they come,
We run away in states of denial...
Putting someone on trial,
For presenting news we refuse to accept.
Since it is not flourished in fantasy!
And that bridge has always been available,
For escape and perhaps to burn.
Running away from truth,
Doesn't make it less potent!
It is always there...
When we are prepared to learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Incomplete Message
I reached her home
To find a big lock
Mischievously
Smiling at me
My eagerness
To meet my beloved
Turned into a long wait
Through out the day
she had vanished
As smoke
Does in thin air
I walked
With a heavy heart
Back towards my home
Midway I saw her
Coming towards me
Seeing me
She ran like a hare
Opened her arms
Sobbingly hugged me
Asked
Where were you
I waited for you
The whole day
At your home
I realized
It was my fault
An incomplete
Message
Had Created
The confusion
Kept us away
From each other
My message to her
we shall meet today
Was incomplete
Like a
Half-cooked dish,
she thought
we would meet
At my home
I thought the
Other way round
14-02-2012
169-80-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Well, that's the - the removal from office and removal of the Ten Commandments were two different issues.
Choose a Removal of Delusions
If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.
It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.
It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions,
Of the one that runs.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
Just sit back,
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.
It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.
Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's In The Message
It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And that message is received,
As a gift to take.
It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And the message is received,
As a gift to take.
It's in the message that arrives...
And one will take.
It's in the message that delivers...
A statement made!
And taken...
As a gift!
Yes,
It's in the message that is a benefit.
And...
It's in the message for the one who makes some sense of it.
And admits,
It benefits...
To believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned To Focus On Limitations
The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.
And 'if' that messenger had represented,
One of them
They'd be more inclined to pay attention.
But of course,
They have been conditioned to focus
On limitations to impress.
And not use their ears for listening
To a message they should address.
The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.
And it is obvious to those who know,
As to why most ears are ignorantly closed.
They want to raise the bar 'their' way.
But not with 'this' one.
Who has come to play,
Hardball with decked cards regardless.
Of what others perceive another should say.
They want to have it their way.
Even though their way betrays and begins to fade,
Those days of one's pigmentation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take A Message To Mary
These are the words of a frontier man
Who lost his love when he turned bad.
Take a message to mary
But dont tell here where I am
Take a message to mary
But dont say Im in a jam
You can tell her that I had to see the world
Tell her that my ship set sail
You can say shed better not wait for me
But dont tell her Im in jail, oh dont tell her Im in jail.
Take a message to mary
But dont tell her what Ive done
Please, dont mention the stage coach
And the shot from a carried gun
You better tell her that I had to change my plans
And cancel out the wedding-day
But please, dont mention the lonely cell
Where Im gonna pine away, until my dying-day.
Take a message to mary
But dont tell her all you know
My heart is aching for mary
Lord know I miss her so
Just tell her that I went to timbukto
Tell her Im searching for gold
You can say she better find someone new
To cherish and to hold, oh lord, this cell is so cold.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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