There Is a Felt Loneliness Connected
Too weak to weep again.
Or brave new insults made...
Heard before but nonetheless,
Can never replace a life lived dealt...
From a deck selected,
To represent the life I've been given.
There is a felt loneliness connected,
When it is expected one should accept...
Being in a public arena and getting little respect.
There is a felt neglect when one becomes an object.
And becomes subjected to negativity mentioned,
By those claiming to be close...
And those unsuspecting,
Very few come supportive with an emotional boost.
Too weak to weep again.
Or brave new insults made...
Heard before but nonetheless,
Can never replace a life lived dealt...
From a deck selected,
To represent the life I've been given.
But live I do and done at my best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Time When Tired And Weak
THERE IS A TIME WHEN TIRED AND WEAK
There is a time when tired and weak
An old man can barely think
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To remind himself
That he still has a mind-
There is a time when tired and weak
An old man can barely speak
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To prove to himself
That he still is alive-
There is a time when tired and weak
And old man can barely dream
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To make himself believe
He still has time
There will be a time when tired and weak
An old man will be unable to read-
He will not write a few small lines
He will sit and wait
For the end of his life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Best Of Images That Represent
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pooling From A Tank Of Picked Catches
Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!
Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done,
Just to kick around excuses.
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
There were others who chose to get things done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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20th December
When your boyfriend insults you what will you do?
When your girlfriend insults you what will you do?
When your husband insults you what will you do?
When your wife insults you what will you do?
Of the way of life that goes on like this at times;
But who the cup fits must surely wear it.
I am a teacher on this love,
But at times i am being insulted by my students;
And that makes me learn better daily,
Because the road of life is crooked at times.
20th December,
Of the insult that i received from you as my lover;
Then i stopped to think for a while,
Why should i hear these words from you?
Oh life,
How hard it is for some people to change;
And, you cannot satisfy everybody on this earth.
Yes, whatever you do people will talk about you;
Whether in a positive way or a negative way.
20th December!
Of a call so close to me than your muse;
But my heart will lead me on always with my patience.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I've Lived My Life
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I left the country for the city thought I was smart but I was silly
I should have known I'd get in trouble being so green
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I met a boy and learned to love him I would have done anything for him
I've loved him more than anything I've ever seen
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over I ruined my life to please my lover
I made him happy he made me cry then said goodbye
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over...
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I Have Chosen to Mend and Heal
Even if I did have some time,
I'd make sure I had none,
For you.
Not a second would I spend,
Listening to you weep through...
Selected excuses.
While you rip apart my heart!
We're no longer kids on a swing,
Chasing each other around the playground...
After dark.
One of us refuses to grow up.
And the other is a sucker!
Trying to prevent another mothering.
Even if I did have some time,
I'd make sure I had none,
For you.
Not a second would I spend,
Listening to you weep through...
Selected excuses.
While you rip apart my heart!
What happened to your 'new' relationship?
The one you left me to start a 'serious' life with.
Isn't that what you said to me?
As both of you laughed,
To leave me pleading!
I don't have enough energy to despise you.
Nor am I the least bit curious.
Why you appear here and I am not furious.
Even if I did have some time,
I'd make sure I had none,
For you.
Not a second would I spend,
Listening to you weep through...
Selected excuses.
While you rip apart my heart!
I have chosen to mend and heal.
Not bend and kneel.
Remember how I did that and you laughed?
Those times with you,
Are in my past.
You taught me how to shiver and freeze.
And baby...
You will never see me thaw.
Even if you crawled and stopped breathing,
Instantly!
A melting would not take place.
That wouldn't happen.
What would?
A sealing of the windows and doors would be done.
And then I would turned off the lights.
With a whistling of a happy tune.
My cheeks,
Have been made raw...
From too much turning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live I Did and Still Do
Wrong I may have been,
When decisions then were made.
From a past I believed to live right,
As I perceived my life to be.
As was lived cautiously,
With a thoughtful insight...
Kept protectively within me.
But I will not fight against,
Those who hold...
Old and fixed defenses.
With an irreplaceable stubbornness.
As if mistakes I've made,
I have not learned from and still exist.
Wrong I may have been,
When decidions then were made.
But back then when I made them,
Living my life...
Whether others felt I was wrong or right,
Live I did.
And still do to improve.
Excuses made for what I've done...
Will not change a thing for anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Public Announcements
Some things needn't be made,
Public announcements.
Like a miserable childhood...
Lived being taunted and misunderstood.
Or feeling as if,
The only one to have endured...
Loneliness and heartache.
Or had emotions that sat,
On the edge of quitting life.
Because another child said...
They heard you peed in bed!
Or pimples on your face,
Reminded them of parasites.
Comeon!
This is no reason to take one's life.
Some things needn't be made,
Public announcements.
Like feeling betrayed,
By those believed has your strictest confidence.
Only to discover sooner or later,
Secrets you had expressed...
Are on all of your neighbors' lips.
There is no need at all,
To have everything confessed.
Especially if you are the type...
To not want all of your business to be addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zimbabwe - An Echo
The day before yesterday
they dealt with the terminally ill to free the hospitals.
Yesterday,
they dealt with those who did not contribute to the economy.
Today,
they dealt with those who oppose the government.
Tomorrow,
they will deal with those who have heard of a better life.
Next week,
do not be surprised at the truck
with bloodstains on its tailboard
at your gate tooting its impatient horn.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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So Much Life Longing For More Life
SO MUCH LIFE LONGING FOR MORE LIFE
So much life longing for more life
Wanting to live so much
To feel to experience to know to enjoy to love.
So much life
Others have lived
So much life
I would have lived.
And the life I have lived?
More than I can know or understand
So much of it gone forever.
And all the longing and all the memories
And all the love,
Where is it now?
I have lived so much
And never lived enough
And want to live too much more
And know I will never live enough
And know I have lived so much much more
Than I will ever know again.
Life and more life,
Longing and more longing,
Life- Please God-
Not Death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When AI approximates Machine Intelligence, then many online and computer-run RPGs will move towards actual RPG activity. Nonetheless, that will not replace the experience of 'being there,' any more than seeing a theatrical motion picture can replace the stage play.
quote by Gary Gygax
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Top 500 Recipes
Out of all of the recipes listed,
I may have heard of a couple of them.
The rest?
I've never heard any of them mentioned before,
In my entire life.
Why is that? And none represent what I like.
'This is 'my' top 500 recipes.
If you want your own on a list,
Create it to do as you wish to interpret.
Otherwise,
Sample a taste of my offerings...
Or ignore them.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stays Around As A Constant Reminder
De-sensitizied?
From a life lacking of experiences lived?
And joking to de-humanize others,
Living their lives from a deck of cards dealt.
Has its consequences for one to pay one day.
There is nothing like running into a brick wall.
Believing the pain resulting from it,
Can be whispered away...
Without a suffering done.
And a call for help that goes unanswered.
A suffering from our unconscious actions,
Not only comes...
But stays around as a constant reminder,
To let what is be as it is.
Or there will be no sleeping in a peaceful rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contented
I don't know why,
I am delighted you decided...
I was the one weak to defeat.
Did I unconsciously...
Prepare you to eat?
Was there something about me,
That lured you into complete delusion?
Whatever it was that made you choose me...
Will be something that will cause you to weep.
And will leave me,
Contented!
To feed and satisfy...
That evil side!
I can not deny.
Especially when I am selected...
As an easy treat!
We all have them!
Those sleeping evil demons...
Hidden within.
That's why I choose peace,
To feast!
Although I may be known,
To enjoy a bit of spice in my life...
Some decide to provide!
I admit I may take more pride...
Nibbling away,
Upon their curiosities!
To fulfill them.
Until they subside!
Afterall...
I can be charitable!
I was not one raised to be selfish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politicizing Life, Religiously
Those elected to represent their constituents,
To present their interests politically...
Are being accused of politicizing life,
Religiously.
As if a preference with efforts,
To camouflaged their deeds...
Would be for those delusioned more suitably acceptable,
To relieve them of a feeding on misleading deceptions.
Although not mentioned...
Is the expense of blatant hypocrisy.
Regardless of the process or method of selection.
However...
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Has not been witnessed...
By those observing their quality of life diminish?
As arguments between politicians continue,
Regardless of affiliation, ethnic heritage or creed.
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Protects with a prevention...
A stopping of the increase of taxes,
Attached to everyone who is forced to pay.
If this is not politicizing life,
Than why are those choosing to live as is their right...
Harrassed on a daily basis by those provoked,
Who solicit actively for funds and voters...
To ensure 'politically' with their religious overtones,
That 'all' beliefs should be kept in the best of 'their' interests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explored and Treasured
Some of us meet,
With an instant feeling felt...
There is some kind of unspoken history.
An intention sent,
Is recognized as if meant.
A chemistry bonds,
From the heavens and beyond.
And this to us comes...
As if a piece of a puzzle,
Becomes shared from a deck of cards...
That has been dealt!
'I have two aces and two kings! '
~That's not possible.
Is it?
Because I too have two aces,
AND two kings! ~
'What does this mean? '
And what 'does' this mean?
Since we all perceive,
We are here to live lives...
Chronologically spent.
If I feel an energy generating,
I have known before...
Where is that coming from?
When is this going to make some sense?
And...
What is 'IT' that allows,
To open 'that' door?
To be explored and treasured...
Respected and adored.
While most of our experiences,
We accept as lessons taught...
As learning to walk,
Eventually becomes ignored.
~Is The Creator of 'this' experience lived,
Doubling over in laughter?
And wiping from the eyes joyful tears,
That we are caught by surprise.~
'What joke is 'this' experienced?
That 'The One and Only Omnipresent'...
Has us live as if an experiment? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever
I remember yet before we met
When every night and day
I had to live the life of a lonely one.
And I remember meeting you,
Discovering love could be so true
When shared by two, 'stead of only one.
When you said you loved me
We could not be parted.
Said, I built my world around you
And I'm truly glad I found you
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Each night I pray we'll never part
Because the love within my heart
Grows stronger from day to day.
Best I try, hard I try
To reassure and satisfy.
You know I'd be lost if you went away.
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, I know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Don't you know my baby there.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Phillip
Oh, little baby Phillip.
Such a sad thing to know
that we won’t witness
your first signs of life
and your little baby coo.
Your first little steps
will never be looked upon
by anyone but God,
and nonetheless no caught sight
of your little baby feet
with your little baby toes.
Such a horrid thing to feel
a strong connection to you and your mother’s womb.
And, oh, how you’ll never grow
more than the size of an apple
but you’ll be the apple we cherish,
the fruit of our hope.
And, baby, such sadness to know
we’ll never look upon your face to see
those Blue Stairs’ eyes gazing back,
just like Granny’s.
Your round face crinkling into a smile
will never be photographed and praised upon.
Oh, such sadness to know
that we’ll never watch you play
we’ll never hear you speak
not even a laugh or cry.
We’ll never hear your heart beat
neither fast, nor slow.
Oh baby Phil,
we’ll never see you succeed
or see your fight in life.
We’ll never see a graduation
nonetheless no wedding in your name,
Phillip Jay.
Oh baby Phillip, you made me cry purple.
But if life’s so short –
the body of an angel cutting your life –
at least you lived in the temple of hope,
the epitome of Light.
poem by Melissa Joy Chesky
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