There Is Nothing More Durable
It is refreshing to get that opportunity,
To be placed on a pedestal...
As if one sits on a throne.
It is refreshing to do this,
With an attention received...
To one that is shown.
But getting comfortable,
Is not recommended.
Especially if one's ego becomes cemented.
It is just the experience alone,
One should value.
And not a belief where one sits,
Represents a permanence.
Remembering...
There is nothing more durable,
Than those memories of one that seem to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Refreshing Rain
A refreshing rain fell from heaven
to wash away what marred the land.
To feed the soil
and give new growth a drink.
A refreshing rain
to cleanse the air
of any impurities there,
this refreshing rain from heaven fell.
28 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Comprehending A Strength Valued
No high becomes so low,
Than the acknowledgement...
That a sitting on a pedestal,
One day has to go!
And nothing is as refreshing,
As knowing what is rooted below...
Remains to sustain all that grows,
For those comprehending a strength valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honesty
Honesty
Is a cool breeze in the morning
Refreshing our soul, mind and heart
Though it disturbs our comfortable sleep
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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All Alone
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME
poem by Verna Ralph
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As we abide in sleep, intuitively resonating with the sum of all our experiences - this life and beyond - we gain refreshing perspective on our efforts and have an opportunity to remember what we know.
quote by Henry Reed
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At his own cost
Perfection sits on a heap of wastage.
Discipline sits on a pack of stresses.
Promptness sits on a sack of neglects.
One thus satisfies others at one’s cost.
20.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We All Are Victims
To confront anyone,
Who has lived their entire life...
Based upon delusions fed with lies,
Is like trying to convince...
Someone who has lived as a hermit,
That they have just been selected...
To receive an award for being the most congenial,
By those who have found their social attributes...
To be undeniably refreshing.
And somehow this embellished exaggeration,
Is not considered a joke as much as it is a threat.
It then becomes best,
To leave one alone in their own comfort zone.
Since few people will accept,
A reality that does not connect...
To what they know or has not to them been shown.
Without an experience of it being known.
We all are victims of some enforced limitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fisherman
He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Four colours
It is Brhmin
Who cracks his head
To seek knowledge
And sits supreme.
Fully secure.
It is Kshatrya
Who whips his ego
To seek power
And sits on the throne.
Fully in pride.
It is Vysya
Who stirs his desire
To seek wealth
And sits on the cushion.
Fully in comfort.
It is Sudhra
Who toils his limbs
To seek perfection
And wait for recognition.
Fully in satisfaction.
We lost many strains
In the process of revolt.
17.10.99
[Indoaryans lived as four different castes over centuries till the last centurary.]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Her Favorite Style
Exciting were her eyes
And refreshing was her smile.
So loving was her attitude she maintained all the while.
She reaped in her softness which created a gentle mood.
And if I ever felt hunger, she would hand me a bit of food.
Ah true, she was exciting,
Refreshing and loving
And still found a way in which she maintained all the while;
That was her faith,
That was her favorite style,
That was her favorite style.
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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Memories
Memories
All I have is memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
Now youre gone
They linger on, these memories
All these precious memories
Memories of you
How they linger in the twilight
In the morning in the small hours
Just before dawn
Memories
Of summer days so long ago
People in the places
That we used to know
Oh those memories
How they linger in the twilight
And in the wee small hours
Sometime just before the dawn
Oh those memories
Oh happy times those memories
All I have now is memories
Memories of you
Oh memories
All those precious memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The interval allowed was only five minutes, at the end of which I resumed the lecture; but so refreshing was the effects of the brief rest and, above all, the admission of pure air, that during the second hour the attention was as completely sustained as during the first.
quote by George Combe
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Grandmama
She sits and rocks contentedly.
She’s grateful for the evening breeze
which is perfumed by lilac trees
and cools the air considerably.
A picture of serenity
a comforter across her knees.
As she recalls fond memories
from long ago with clarity.
What day it is she does not know
her short term memory is gone
She sits and rocks quite happily
and watches as the sun sinks low.
She understands when day is done
but little else apparently.
She’s cared for by her family.
Who make sure she is comfortable
She is no longer capable
of living independently..
No longer as she used to be.
A sight that makes them sad to see
as she regresses mentally.
Though they are glad she does not know.
Appears to suffer no distress
quite happy in her mindlessness.
They think perhaps its better so.
10-Aug-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Had Once Been Delivered to Others As Given
If given a voice attention to listen...
Ears open with silent lips,
May hear with an understanding...
That which has eclipsed,
Comprehension quickly dismissed.
If a choice to delay information,
That comes.
The message to be delivered,
May not produce the right outcome...
For some expecting more.
And a continued conflict sits within those minds.
Sitting with a grasping restlessness,
To express time after time...
They have found themselves outdone.
Wishing empathy to be shown by 'anyone'.
Although not introspective in self inspection moods.
To perceive what has been received,
Had once been delivered to others as given!
With much thoughtlessness...
Dumped upon them to leave,
To brood in solitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most High On Kingdom's Throne
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
You may even be groomed upon it,
Until for you...
It becomes a craving in your head.
But know this...
From my lips not whispered,
You will never defeat me!
You know why?
My life is not based upon opinions told,
Rumors or babbled smattered...
With a smearing of lies.
And while you are asleep with visions to defeat me,
I am awake to salivate upon teachings I feed and seek.
Where?
At the feet where my Father sits Most High,
On Kingdom's Throne.
And people like me are welcomed to greet and meet,
The Almighty.
No matter if we gather together.
Or if it's requested one visits Him alone.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Defeating the children taught by my Father,
May be your wish.
However...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
Or are even known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destroyed
Her sits a girl sad and all alone.
She wishes she could have a happy life.
She only wants to be free.
But bad memories stain her heart.
Rape and abuse all her life.
It was all she ever knew.
Right from the start and the beginning.
The girl wishes for a knew tommorrow.
She sits all alone.
The memories and the voices.
Getting to her once more.
She hates it all but what can she do?
Her heart has died.
And she has been destroyed.
She can't trust now.
All men seem to be her enemy.
She wont go far alone.
She hates going out.
Her sits the girl.
All locked away.
She hides herself away hating the world.
Inside her shttered heart she is destroyed.
Rape messed up her head
And it wrecked her heat soul and mind.
Her shattered heart lays on the floor in bits.
May it forever rest in peace
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Throne of Bone
He sits upon a throne of bone
Sits and waits much like a stone
Waits for the perfect time to strike
To strike the rich and poor alike
To raise the world until it dies
To torture men until they cry
To reduce the world to ash and smoke
To walk upon it would mean to choke
Til’ rivers run with blood alone
Til’ the world is filled with all men’s bones
To raise to world to ash and dust
To destroy mankind is Satan’s lust
To take the world to call his own
He waits upon his throne of bone
poem by Tim Vallie
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Guard of the eastern gate
Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
In the might of her pride,--
Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she
With a sword at her side.
To right and to left of her, battlements rear
And fortresses frown;
While she sits on her throne without favour or fear
With her cannon as crown.
Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal
Of a nation she keeps;
But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel,
And her thunder but sleeps.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Leaving A Lofty Place
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Appreciating an arrivial done,
To acknowledge one day an end will come...
With a feeling of an accomplishment,
That came to one as a surprise.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
'Who do we have here? '
~We had to put a strait jacket on this one.
They believed that using the superglue,
Would keep them sitting on top forever.~
'Oh well...
Some are more graceful than others,
Upon their departures.
Don't you think the strait jacket is a bit severe? '
~It took hours to pry this one loose for the pedestal.
We didn't want to take any chances,
Of having a suicide on our hands.~
'Geeessshh.
Let's hope the next one is more gracious.
Is the raffle set to pick another one? '
~Yep.
We're ready when you are.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Tree That Sits
Like a tree that sits...
To be observed and taken for granted.
I am here.
Not to intellectualize my emotions.
But to feel them as experienced.
Not to convince!
But to know that they exist.
Whether you see them exposed bared.
Or not!
Or whether I keep them within.
They do not stop.
I live to feel every one of them!
And changing my outer appearance...
Does not excuse the fact,
They are intact.
To be shown.
Beneath an exterior...
One soul only at a time condones.
And inside me this is known.
Like a tree that sits,
Rooted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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