There Is A Benefit Received
When is 'enough' understood,
To be that which it is?
When those have said they have had it...
It is doubtful it is meant,
A wish for more is the intent.
With an interpretation that more of an agitation,
Is, afterall, a welcoming event.
And when enough has flowed to leave nothing else left,
Will suggestions be made...
To advocate the instigation,
Of a people seen who have lost their minds,
Completely.
Wanting with a price to pay as demanded,
A chaos as the latest craze.
When is 'enough' understood,
To be that which it is?
When those have said they have had it...
It is doubtful it is meant,
A wish for more is the intent.
But that also depends on 'who' believes,
There is a benefit received to those with intentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heat And Ice Could Together Dwell
I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.
Oh I can be arrogant and I can be rude.
I can be tempermental and give attitude too.
I can be distant and be cold as hell.
Even though I've never understood how heat and ice,
Could together dwell.
And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.
I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
But when I'm pushed to the limit I can freeze and steam.
With a melting to eventually thaw,
To become someone's manipulated putty!
Showing a protective crust although within a soften dough.
And I hate it when its known I just puff to blow smoke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can You Cut Me Some Slack?
Is it a duty,
For those wise...
To take it upon themselves,
To touch others' lives?
Is this a mission,
Given and sent...
To raise the consciousness,
Of people...
With an intent that is meant?
And just how is this selection process done?
How does one choosing to mind their own business,
Approach with a message to be delivered to someone!
And how is that communicated for it to be understood?
Especially when The Creator seems to prefer,
Those appearing downtrodden and living in the 'hood'!
Do you understand what I'm sayin'?
Do you blame me for wanting God,
To skip over me...
Knowing that kind of mission,
Is 'not' what I'm wishin' when I begin prayin'!
'Dear Father,
I love You with ALL my heart.
BUT...
Can You cut me some slack?
And not give to me a mission like that?
PLEASE! ? '
Is it a duty,
For those wise...
To take it upon themselves,
To touch others' lives?
Is this a mission,
Given and sent...
To raise the consciousness,
Of people...
With an intent that is meant?
And just how is this selection process done?
And how is that communicated for it to be understood?
Especially when The Creator seems to prefer,
Those appearing downtrodden and living in the 'hood'!
'Dear Father,
I love You with ALL my heart.
BUT...
Can You cut me some slack?
And not give to me a mission like that?
PLEASE! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is meant? What sent?
WHAT IS MEANT? WHAT SENT?
Impediments lament
not in themselves, content
within to document
the signs which represent
Fate’s patterns which serpent
beyond what impatient
minds see evidence patent.
For what is meant? what sent?
What is lent intent
upon safe tent, soft scent,
when statements can't be bent
to complement hopes' vent?
No compliments prevent
time spent, ascent, descent, -
can circumvent Chance pent
preparing element
to catalyze, cement,
success when two consent
to celebrate event -
of all most excellent -
when selfless sentiment
expels self-evident
expediency meant
to supplement the rent.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Understanding is only misunderstanding
When you say
“I understand”
You simply confess
That you are only trying
To understand
And you affirm
To guard against
Misunderstanding
Though this may not be true
In a technical discussion
This is always true
When attempts are made
To evaluate issues
Pertaining to minds and emotions
Let us admit
We have not understood
Any one and
Any of the thought processes
Associated with any individual
How many of us
Have understood our parents?
How many of us
Have understood our spouses?
How many of us
Have understood our brothers
And sisters?
How many of us
Have understood our sons
And daughters?
How many of us
Have understood our customers,
Employers and employees
Bosses and sub-ordinates
More you are confident
About these understandings
More likely
You have misunderstood them
Do not ever claim
That you have
Understood others
As you now understand
That
Understanding is only
Misunderstanding
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I Understood
If i ever asked for strength,
God must have given me difficulties,
They made me stronger instead.
Then I understood;
Sometimes He allow illness
So we care for ourselves.
If I ever begged for wisdom,
God must have granted me problems,
I think I hadst to solve.
Then I understood;
Our hearts 're broken,
So we be strong.
When asked for prosperity,
God gave me brain,
I had to think and think o' work.
Then I understood;
We fail other times,
For us to be humble.
In place of Courage,
I was given storms of danger,
Mine was to overcome.
Then I understood;
God might break our spirits,
In time to save our souls.
I called forth for favours,
Instead God made opportunities,
Up my way.
Then I understood;
Our paths 're made longer,
So we won't hit Walls.
I then asked for love,
But God gave me trouble stricken,
People. To help.
Then I understood;
Sometimes God snatch our best,
To make us live longer.
I
Then I understood something,
Happening sometime,
For some seasoned reason...,
II
I remember one time,
I broke my leg.
Now I understand;
God wanted,
Me not to fall in hole.
III
I recall another time,
My short younger brother,
Lost everything from the ground.
Now I understand;
He was to find them on shelves,
IV
When I received nothing I wanted,
God gave me everything I needed,
And that's His perfect work
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The Hands Of A Teacher
Optimism,
Optimism perished from the face of my earth
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
She kissed me, as we stood on the edge,
The night made the day as we made for the bridge
It started raining hard, and I saw we may live to regret
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
Pessimism,
Pessimism perished from the face of my earth,
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
Did you miss me? did you miss me as we walked
Through the pain, attached the chain so you could
See me again
I started asking myself, did I teach you right?
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
Understood why...
You came to me, you broke the bonds,
You set me free
And then the love that you promised me
Came a tumblin tumblin tumblin down
Into my hands...
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
So teacher teach me...
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes
You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes
You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes
You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes
You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes
You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes
You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes
You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes
You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes
You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes
You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Expression hidden Lady
On my walk, down the way, one day,
By chance I met you in the way,
The one, to hold me in your sway,
Who by I was blinded to stay.
I wanted to convey my thought.
I dared not, as I intended.
What I said is not what I’d meant.
What I meant wasn’t understood.
In the course, you somehow understood
Why I was behind you all the way.
My moves you virtually elbowed
But granted audience at ease.
Sculptures and portraits I enjoy.
Likewise your visions I enjoy.
You are like statues, mute and silent.
Unlike them, you have a soul. Enough.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost
Now I understood what it meant
to get lost in someone else's eyes.
To get lost is when you look at me
and suddenly the world grows dim,
there's only you... in perfect view.
I felt like a standing corpse
all form of life gone -
for in those eyes, so dark
I lost myself in you.
No word, no phrase could redefine
the momentum of what I felt.
No prose, no poem could best describe
the words left unsaid.
My heart wanted belligerence,
but my thoughts turned to air.
My heart turned numb, my lips lame,
I was lost beneath your stares.
Your steady gaze drew me to you...
they drown me into you
till I hardly breathe,
my heart has leaped
heights I never knew.
In your eyes, the world fell
and my heart began to sink.
I understood my whole existence
could be shattered in a blink.
I understood that single word I never want to be.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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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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Entities Ineffective
No one wanted to sell a ticket.
Or hand out a flyer to promote their talents,
To induce an influence.
And strengthen foundations with identity!
Their minds are not of that quality.
A potential for greatness,
Came.
Gone.
And by them missed!
But they each wanted to get paid...
For time they had spent,
Dismissing this event.
Getting together to socialize instead...
And this 'selected' intention,
Was not initially meant!
It did not sit inside their heads.
Not for this production.
Or what it required and would represent.
This production sought sweat...
With a message of intent.
It was beyond a hobby.
There was a hidden meaning within it to be sent.
But their ignorance did not realize that.
They could have showcased their skills to the world.
And that was not fiction!
That was indeed fact!
An historic undertaking was about to unfurl!
Yet they kept a gaze on their pockets.
Proving their minds were stuck and locked.
Blocked within egos that did not stop.
And no one understood,
That challenge that came to knock.
Or how God had provided them with 'gifts',
To raise consciousness!
They do not get this connection then!
That is why they remain...
Entities ineffective now.
Maintaining a sustained,
Subservience to shallow greed.
A need to complete yet leaves unfulfilled!
Although thrills at that final curtain bow.
Mintrels collective of paid but vacant deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They've Chosen To Be Winners
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.
Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.
A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Attached Yourself to Me
You've attached yourself to me.
For purposes you choose to keep...
Discreet and secret.
And unconfessed.
As if to suggest...
Your intentions are nothing more,
Than to deceive with an intent...
I will come to disbelieve,
This is not the intention meant.
You asked how I would feel,
If from you I became detached?
You've attached yourself to me.
My peace of mind from me will not leave.
Since you had nothing to do with that!
Remember...
You've attached yourself to 'me'?
And I'm too honest with myself,
Not to recognize...
Manipulations that arrive,
With lies expressed in clouded eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's All Understood
Everyone laughed at her joke
As if they'd never even heard it before
And maybe they were truly amused
But every word that she spoke was a bore
And maybe it's because they had seen
The previews on the TV screen
Well this part is good and that's well understood
So you should laugh if you know what I mean
But it's all relative
Even if you don't understand
Well it's all understood
Especially when you don't understand
Then it's all just because
Even if we don't understand
Then lets all just believe
Everyone knows what went down
Because the news was spread all over town
And fact is only what you believe
And fact and fiction work as a team
It's almost always fiction in the end
That content begins to bend
When context is never the same
And it's all relative
Even if we don't understand
And it's all understood
Especially when we don't understand
Then it's all just because
Even if we don't understand
Then lets all just believe
I was reading a book
Or maybe it was a magazine
Suggestions on where to place faith
Suggestions on what to believe
But I read somewhere
That you've got to beware
You can't believe anything you read
But the good Book is good
And it's all understood
So don't even question
If you know what I mean
But it's all relative
Even if you don't understand
Well it's all understood
Especially when you don't understand
And it's all just because
Even if we don't understand
Then lets all just believe
But there you go once again
You missed the point and then you point
Your fingers at me
And say that I said not to believe
I believe
I guess
I guess it's all relative
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Actually Some Poems Are Not Meant To Be Understood
forgive me but my poems are not meant to be understood
they are simply meant to be felt
like silk to your hands
just let the feeling slide and it is complete
it is just like a description of something that suddenly passed
you think it is a ghost but it is not
it is just the hush of a wind and it is not driving any point at all
if it refreshes you without thinking of anything at all
and gives you a certain lightness
like you have wings yourself
then the poem has become a poem
it is not meant to be an idea just something
magical and please do not hold it
it is simply meant
to pass and not stay like the wind and the river and
my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meant To Live
Fumbling his confidence
And wondring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that hes meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe weve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe were bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We want more than this worlds got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
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Together We Were Right
Whe you smile at me my heart skips a beat
When you look at me you knock me off my feet
When you hold me I lose all control
When you kiss me my heart falls to the floor
When were together its natural
So tell me why you left
Chorus
We make eachother smile
We make eachother laugh
We make eachother lose track of time
We are all we have
We are meant to be
We are so right
So baby why'd you leave
Now you make me cry
We didn't what other people thought
Having eachother was enough
The rumors we deemed Untrue
We were one not two
We know eachothers past
We could've made last
We could've falling deeply in love
But I guess that wasn't enough
Chorus
We make eachother smile
We make eachother laugh
We make eachother lose track of time
We are all we have
We are meant to be
We are so right
So baby why'd you leave
Now you make me cry
We understood eachothers pain
We made it through the snow and the rain
We helped eachother through our struggles
We fixed our feeling of being unloveable
But you left and it all came crashing down
In my tears I start To drown
We could've of been good for so long
I know theres no moving on
Cause you're the guy for me
Its plain for anyone to see
poem by Jean Pullman
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Reluctantly Seeking
In a world in which many have spent,
Fortunes to keep themselves deluded...
And so many more kept drugged on fantasies,
With preferences to numb their heads...
To remain comatosed as if in sleep.
It is apparent and not overwhelming at all,
To witness people like this craving to be comforted...
By myths more valued than realities that exist.
While dismissing those with abilities to assist.
As they highlight with neon their ignorance.
Although the price paid to keep them deceived,
Has dug a hole so deep people slowly awakening...
Have reluctantly begun seeking to find anyone,
Willing to erase and re-write...
The most recent events in current history.
That will not place too much emphasis,
On those in positions...
'Assuming' they were born with superior intelligence.
But discovered to be incompetent!
And completely out of their minds.
'Perhaps our methods that have been decades expressed,
Became misinterpreted and overshadowed by our intent...
To address our desires to always include everyone,
Without exception.
To reflect a greatness that embraces all of our endeavors.
We have 'always' maintained that in our actions and beliefs.
Our policies of inclusiveness are heartfelt and deeply meant.'
~They lost the last election.
Didn't they? ~
Bigtime!
How can you tell?
Is it possible you could depict them with 'some' sincerity?
~I am not that imaginative.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alankar(Decor) -64
A Visit TO A Seal Colony(Villanelle)
The Villanelle is:
1.metered, primarily iambic pentameter.
2.written in a total of 19 lines, made up of 5 tercets and ending with a quatrain.
3.L1 and L3 of the first stanza, alternate as the refrain in the following tercets.
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Tho' hard by wheels in rains on long rough road
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
Up blocked cut crossed in flown spillways paths wet
Did not get back but all enjoyed pursued
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Sun light sinking so rushed and reached our spot
Oh God! we saw nature's settings-fulfilled
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
Ah, pups and moms and dads so brown so great
And seals clumping snoozing along accrued
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Furry some rocked risky some raged stepped out
When saw a seal in haste closer-fulfilled
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
Pictures, photos bagful no need to get
For those scenic great seals our hearts well stored
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
poem by Indira Renganathan
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