There Is No Question Of Devotion Given
I resent those who believe,
My shoes are easy to wear.
And my path has been paved...
With lemonade stands along the way.
My efforts have never come to me,
Like the cooling of a Summer breeze.
I've earn the right to make my life appear simple.
And what has become basic to me,
May not be your cup of tea at all.
The application of work.
With little sleep afforded to create.
Loyalty and dedication.
Subdued frustration...
That's what it takes.
To have someone believe...
All they have to do is to sneak up behind me,
To treat themselves as if I'm not to notice?
With a duplication done?
I am not going to say that is impossible!
But I do know my 'spirit guides' too well.
And where I sit...
There is no question of devotion given.
Or 'who' supplies the goods.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Sickness, Life
Anger, frustration, pain
All the symptoms of life
Life is not easy
Life is not supposed to be easy
Life is a giagantic lesson to be learned
Life is sucess you must earn
Even through the Anger frustration and pain
There is somehting to gain
Sucess is not handed to you
Sucess is earned
Life is not easy
Life is like an illness
You cant get through it without pain or frustration
This is how life is
This is how life always will be
poem by Poetic Flower
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I too, have got shoes
Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad
I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on
The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on
Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on
I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on
I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on
Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes
Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not
Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes
poem by Moses Kainwo
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I Was Not Born to Be Unconcious
I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Not for games on me to be played.
Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Before I leap there is reflective hesitation.
I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
Like some have chosen to be today!
I have always been guided,
To walk on my path with an insight...
I believed ignited all who existed.
Until I discovered a few deceptively twisted.
And I was not born to be unconscious.
To consciously bump into walls to me is sick!
Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.
And I was not born to be unconcious.
Not to deliberately inflict my own pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps He Can Tell Us What He Knows
If one continues to remove obstacles,
Off of one's path.
And a journey one has taken has had,
Nothing but obstructions along the way.
To make it easier for others to follow.
One day someone will ask,
To have a curiosity finally revealed.
'This path we have taken,
Seems to have been cleared...
Prior to us getting here.
Who planted the trees and flowers,
Along this path and paved it?
How can we rightfully call ourselves pioneers,
When someone else obviously...
Had to have been here before we came.'
~That's a very good question.
Let us wait until others awaken to notice.
But for now we will take the credit.
There appears to be an elderly man up ahead,
Picking weeds.
Perhaps he can tell us what he knows.
And then we can document that with re-writes.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Labor is justified
Dignity of labor is justified
Only when you are fully satisfied
With work, environment and dedication
Smile on face will be very good indication
What do we achieve by remaining faithful?
Life may seem enterprising and purposeful
Not all may feel it very successful
But your life is very easy and not remorseful
Each aspect is to be weighed and simplified
All facts are before us and to be verified
We may not be properly guided at some juncture
Yet that can be sorted out alter in future
Life is not to be taken as burden
No problem may emerge all of sudden
You should remain calm with silent composure
It will grant you freedom to maneuver and assure
Not all the people may be lucky to have high posts
Not all can bear the burden of high living with costs
Yet you got to feel satisfied and well contended
Things may not go well as you have intended
Work is work and can not be categorized
Only it should be honestly attended to and organized
It may certainly give you credit and name
You should not feel let down or fall in game
How come work becomes inferior?
Why some one should be called expert or superior?
That thing is earned by dedication and loyalty
You earn handsomely from its labor or royalty
So let us be cautious while dealing with work
You should not hide face or attempt to shirk
It will not get you anywhere but bring shame
Later on you can’t wholly pass on the blame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With This Ring
i have believed i would always be free and wild
no promises made or broken
but look at me now i come to you like a child
here with my arms wide open
i follow the song that the voice inside
whisper to my soul
how could i not, its my heart that brought me to paradise
chorus:
i'll be your love, i'll be your friend
i'll be the summer breeze that never ends
for the rest of your days i'll be the road that takes you home
like the sun and the moon and the star that guides you on
i will be true to my heart
i promise you with this ring
Now I can say this is more than just wishful dreams.
Nothing could be more real than
Love
Has the way of bringing you to your knees,
Lifting you up to Heaven.
I see the rest of my life when I look in your eyes,
I love what I see.
Living with you on the sunrise side of paradise.
chorus:
I'll be your love, I'll be your friend.
I'll be the summer breeze that never ends.
For the rest of your days I'll be the road that takes you home.
Just like the sun and the moon and the star that guides you on,
I will be true to my heart,
I promise you with this ring.
Bridge:
May this circle never see an end.
Here and now I willingly place a part of you upon my hand.
I'll be your love, I'll be a friend.
I'll be the summer breeze that never ends.
For the rest of your days I'll be the road that takes you home.
Just like the sun and the moon and the star that guides you on,
I will be true to my heart,
I promise you with this ring.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Use My Frustration As a Means For Your Motivation
We seem to always seek that need,
To find a comfort feeding to please.
Wishing we were given space...
When it is wanted,
And when it should take place.
Use my frustration,
As a means for your motivation.
You always bring me there,
Without concern or care.
Use my frustration,
In re-inactments as libations.
Use my sweated brow to rehearse...
How to implement your curse!
We seem to find time to criticize,
Those close to us and on our side.
Nit-picking everything they do...
With a disregard of loyalty,
And a devotion shown that's proved!
Believing we 'must' be satisfied,
Or a temper tantrum undenied...
Begins to break through,
With pouts and shouts and cussing spewed!
Use my frustration,
As a means for your motivation.
You always bring me there,
Without concern or care.
Use my frustration,
In re-inactments as libations.
Use my sweated brow to rehearse...
How to implement your curse!
Use my frustration,
As a means for your motivation.
And when you've completely exhausted me...
Tell others how I am selfish.
How difficult it is...
To live with 'me'.
Use my frustration,
As a means for your motivation.
Create those scenes how I've treated you mean...
And when you pack and decide to leave,
Don't be surprised if no one believes your grief!
Everytime you bitch and whine...
Noticed very few listen to you each time?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceived to Be For Them Easy
If this was easy...
Why isn't more of it being produced,
At this caliber.
If this was easy.
'Perhaps they mean it is easy to read.
Therefore...
It is perceived to be for them easy.'
It is easy for me to go to an amusement park.
But I also remember when it wasn't there,
For years.
And not one person expressed a thought,
To create one.
'What are you saying? '
It is easy to say what appears that way.
Until those who say it...
Make attempts on their own.
But that will not happen...
Since what is done requires work!
And those who believe things are easy...
Are not accustomed to work or its definition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer Is
Summer is the breeze blowing through the grass in June
It is running carelessly through the meadows
It is taking off your shoes and feeling the grass tickle your toes
It is sitting on the porch at night sipping lemonade
Summer is the fireworks in July
It is going swimming at the pool with your closest friends
It is feeling nothing but happiness
It is the times you don’t want to forget
Summer is walking through the sand in August
It is the memories you have forever
It is what you never want to end
It is always what you look forward to in the winter
Summer ends September begins
Back to school
Back to cold weather
Back to wishing it were summer
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Need to Answer
If you have not walked in my shoes...
Cried with my eyes.
Suffered disrespect,
Or hid a feeling
No one would understand if shown.
You have no comments to make.
Or could you ever recreate my journey!
You may try.
But my path was not without obstacles,
You may fantasize as an easy walk...
Believed paved.
If you have not walked in my shoes...
I'm sure the heat of the streets,
Will not provide you with the comfort
You perceive your feet would find!
See those valleys and mountains behind me?
Through them I had to climb!
After crawling through thorns,
Of clawing emotions to remove to get there!
Do you think how you feel,
Stays on my mind?
No need to answer!
It doesn't.
Nor does your critique,
Of how I managed to beat the odds.
Your opinions of my life...
Are not valued!
I have already deemed my experiences,
As mine and priceless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can't Drink The Lemonade I Made
When you miss me...
That's when we kiss a lot!
And when we're touching...
That's when we talk nonstop!
And when we're holding...
We begin to rock!
With a rocking heard...
Around the block.
You make my blood just rush!
If I had it in me I would blush.
You make my chest puff up!
Knowing that somebody loves me...
That much!
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!
And,
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
And,
When you're near me my knees get weak.
And,
When we're not together I don't sleep.
And,
There's little more I can do...
When my mind's always on you too!
You make my blood just rush!
If I had it in me I would blush.
You make my chest puff up!
Knowing that somebody loves me...
That much!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
When you miss me...
That's when we kiss a lot!
And when we're touching...
That's when we talk nonstop!
And when we're holding...
We begin to rock!
With a rocking heard...
Around the block.
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
Oh,
I can't drink the lemonade.
No...
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
I can't drink the lemonade I made!
No...
I can't drink the lemonade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work - the cycle
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep no more., ….
Takes One Man
It takes one man to tell a lie
To start a rumor he will deny
Then to hide and cower in the light
As he has no dignity and no pride.
It takes one man to start a fight
To bully the weak with his might
To believe he's something in his mind
Though he is nothing in others sight
It takes one man to start a war
To pick on the needy and the poor
To think he is mighty with his roar
But he is nothing as he was before.
It takes one man to make a woman a whore.
To make her cheap and easy and all will ignore
To take away her pride which she had before
While he then cares for her not anymore.
It takes one man to change a life
Till the day he is born until he dies
To know when he is wrong, and tries to do right
While honesty and devotion is in his sight.
It takes one man to make a stand
To grab destiny and honor by the hand
While worries and temptations he will withstand
And as in life, it will only take just one man.
poem by Randy McClave
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What Is the Point of This?
Grease your hands.
Make sure they are nice and slick.
I will give you this piece,
Of smooth crystal glass.
Try to not let it slip.
Hold onto it with a quick grip.
'It falls!
What is the point of this? '
Even though that piece breaks,
Take another piece.
Hold onto that!
Do whatever it takes!
'This is not going to work.
I feel like an absolute jerk! '
Now take off your shoes.
And hand them to me.
Try not to get bruised!
You can exit whenever,
The opportunity agrees.
'There is shattered glass all around me.
If I take a step...
In any direction,
My feet will surely bleed! '
I know.
I just wanted to show,
The power of the oil.
And how having it can make one spoiled.
You have proven this test means,
My oil is supreme.
And since I possess it,
I'll leave you to assess the excessive mess!
'But wait!
Give me back my shoes.'
No!
This is my test.
You have been used!
See how easy a greed can tease.
When you think something done...
That first looks simple,
Leaves you the one looking quite dumb!
'Where are you going?
Bring me back my shoes.
I demand my shoes this instant...
Or else! '
Or else what?
I am in control here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where You're Coming From
You can not walk in my shoes
And expect to achieve progress.
Nor can you look over my shoulder,
To perceive your accomplishments!
Nothing that I've done,
Materialized just on wishes.
You want an easy ride.
Without hard work done...
Or tears to cry!
You want a smooth and clear path,
With time to joke and time to laugh!
They may call this business the creative arts!
But the creative part about it...?
How to sustain a sanity maintained
While holding onto a part of you...
No one but you know!
And It breathes with life but no one sees it!
As ignorant comments are made on a daily basis,
About 'you' and your lack of progress!
You want an easy ride.
Without hard work done...
Or tears to cry!
You want a smooth and clear path,
With time to joke and time to laugh!
You can not walk in my shoes
And expect to achieve progress.
Nor can you look over my shoulder,
To perceive your accomplishments!
Nothing that I've done,
Materialized just on wishes.
Years in the making!
Years with much of my heart breaking!
It took me years...
And don't think I don't notice,
Where you're coming from!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unexpected Is The Satisfaction That Comes
Savor a limelight achieved,
When and if these rays upon your deeds...
Should happen.
Nothing accomplished before the eyes of others,
Stay in their minds as a memory...
Longer than it does in yours.
Be grateful your activities have been acknowledged.
And when the spotlight begins to dim on your efforts,
Be the first to encourage others...
To do what it is that is loved.
Unexpected is the satisfaction that comes,
When others begin to show their appreciation...
For what your devotion, loyalty and efforts have done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anguish
Mind it friends, everyone has emotion-
But somebody is also suffering in frustration (because of emotion) .
We all are seeking its solution,
But don't worry, there is a co-ordination
between frustration and emotion-
which can make a resolution.
(I know it, friends)
There is nothing but a simple devotion.
Just forget all of your ascription,
For what you lost or you would get as an incarnation.
Just keep it in your mind of passion and sensation,
But don't apply it for destruction
Someday you would get it.
And it would have solved with your full gratification.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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