There to Share Without the Asking
Eventually,
Those who have taken their head 'trips'...
With accusations made about others,
Moving in directions misunderstood...
From birth they have stubbornly taken.
With a placing of concrete steps.
Those not understanding,
This journey one takes alone...
Eventually,
Find their head 'trips'...
Have been filled with hot air,
And little substance from which to claim...
A viable destiny,
They see there for themselves to reach!
But their noses seem to be always placed,
On another's path!
There to share...
Without the asking!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisdom and Understanding.
King Solomon, the wise one said,
Find wisdom, get understanding my beloved.
The more knowledge you pick up in time,
Receive more self confidence, takes you out of the grime.
Wisdom cannot be given, the laws of life has to be observed,
Sometimes on the hard way, but eventually it will be deserved,
As knowledge is power, eventually you see the reality
And you live your life in freedom, peace and dignity.
Keep on observing and learning everything on your way,
Be patient, never too proud, only humble, this I can say.
Eventually you will see the light,
And you will realize your power and might.
Which were always with you. that's your birth right.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Like Most Folks Stuck Floating On Stubborn Ego Trips
Someone has filled your head,
With their beliefs you accepted as reality.
This gave you a comfort you did not research.
And whatever it was that had been implanted,
You've been clinging onto it since your birth.
Evidence has proven your point of view to be deluded.
But you insist to enlist explanation to include with excuses.
A self examination would have corrected what has been done.
But you laugh this off as if to distance from the seriousness.
You've befriended insecurities and immaturity too.
And nurturing both has not been to your benefit.
Nor accusations made about others being cruel to you.
No!
A truth pursued has never been your priority.
And to know it now would only leave you deeper in conflict.
You're sick!
And the unfortunateness of this...
You seem to hang onto it as if it validates your existence.
Like most folks stuck floating on stubborn ego trips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not at all pleasant
Journey from the Stream,
with a pot of water on the head,
Strugling from side to side,
in a Narrow path.
Stoney and wild.
A big pot on the head,
filled with water, pure and clean.
Opens to the air is the Pot.
Strugling, Strugling she goes,
all over her is wet.
Just half the Journey she's gone,
strugling, stumbling and fighting
with the Road and Pot on her head.
Viewing her destination she smiled,
She takes a sigh of relief.
Just about ending her Journey,
She stumbles, with no helping hand,
No rescue, no one to call,
No strength to guide the Pot;
Down it goes.
Water, water every where.
she cries, bitterly weeping.
Oh! back on the Journey she returns,
Like a sheep with no shepherd.
Hmm! what a World.
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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With Or Without You There
I will always have something left to give.
With or without you,
To test my best.
And have you take that away...
Will not come to empty my heart.
Or drain it to restart to fill.
You will find that out one day.
And when you have stopped,
Portraying someone you are not....
I will still be me.
Giving and not afraid.
With or without you...
My steps have always been brave.
Even though you have tasted my weaknesses...
Don't believe I am of weakness made!
I am not...
I repeat!
I am not afraid to be me!
Or have that exposed for others to see.
With or without you,
I know happiness!
With or without you...
That is what I share.
With or without you there,
Here...
Or wherever you are,
To care or not!
I am clear about who it is I am.
With or without you,
To understand.
And I hope one day,
You will find that within yourself to say!
With or without you...
Something we once had,
Has finally arrived.
In your head...
And you are glad,
'Something' about us...
Is finally being understood!
And you can and should seek deep,
Your own happiness.
Your own to keep.
And not take away from others...
What you believe they have,
For yourself is good!
Eventually,
What is taken ceases to be.
And you will wish to stop the 'bleeding'!
But it wont and it can't,
If you could!
With or without you 'there'...
I am here and of that,
I am too well aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Roads On Earth
Each trip commences with a step
We all have trips to make
We traverse different roads in life
As one goes up
Another goes down
Some go through long roads
Others have shorter paths to tread
Our daily trips are divine
As we journeyed towards life trips
Some roads are bumpy
Some are smooth
Some have stamina for marathon
Some move faster in a dash
Either long or short
Trials, challenges, obstacles
Are features to wrestle with on our roads
We need to be resilent
We need to damn odds
Whatever lane of the roads we are
Steadfastness is needed
Our trips on these roads
Shall end successfully
If we hold on to God..
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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An Expectation Of Familiarity
Exhausted from the process of moving forward,
Has left many out of breath...
Without taking viable steps.
Weaving through those who protest new directions,
Is like getting a child to think of eating vegetables...
As best for their health.
Unless perceptions change...
Directions to communicate corrections,
Will not benefit swift actions that call for it.
Even though people say they seek change,
The implementation and the quality...
Has to have an expectation of familiarity.
Or the affect of it will not be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Big Bro
We spend hours together
like best buds do.
Know how the saying goes,
you laugh, I laugh.
We share something more
special than normal families.
We are friends in my
world.
You and I both know
I'm crazy
and I make your head hurt.
But I know you
believe in me.
Magnets clash together
you can pull them apart.
Eventually they will clash
and be together again.
Thats me and you
two magnets that seem to clash
once in a while we will be pulled apart.
Eventually we will clash
together again.
My big brother
and everything to me.
People might think they've
figured you out
deep down I know they
shouldnt unpredict you.
No matter what you will
always cease to amaze me.
poem by Chantel Braatz
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Look Ahead
When you get to the bottomless pit
of where you think you are,
Then the only way there is for you
is up, up close to a star.
Just pick one out and watch it shine.
Look at it and stare.
It will remind you, you'll go on
for it's gone and its light's still there.
The journey back up is how we grow
and find a power within
to teach us what we came to learn,
of what it takes to win.
It takes faith and hope and mostly love
to step up from despair.
One rung at a time on the ladder of life
is like a daily prayer.
And eventually as you reach the top
and look back down below,
You'll understand that life on earth
is a time we will all outgrow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life, Love, Friendship, Work. - my book title.
Life can be short or long, do not rush your time.
Relax, count your blessings, learn from mistakes, avoid crime.
Stay calm, look into the face of trouble or sickness,
Know that all shall pass, ignore it, soon you don't have to
First, love yourself, that is the main commandment,
Find peace, understanding within yourself, be in it persistent.
Forcing someone to love or like you back has no value,
Wait for those who do it from the heart, give love which is true.
Open your mind for satisfying friendships,
Which comes with true understanding and support like pleasure trips.
All partners should learn from each other,
Neither bullies, dictates, forces, but behaves in a good manner.
When you work, do your best and have self confidence,
Let nobody have any reason to prove your incompetence.
If some still do, unjustly trying to destroy your peace,
Stay calm, be polite, eventually this problem your mind will release.
Look into the future with faith in Goodness and true Wisdom.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Share Them With Yourself First
Here's a pad and a pen!
'What is this for? '
You said you had ideas?
'I do.
But I want to share them with you.'
Share them with yourself first.
And if they make sense to you...
Eventually,
I will know what they are.
'How will you know that? '
You would have made them important.
I have my own ideas.
And the sacrifice it takes,
To get them to breathe...
Is time consuming.
With a patience that keeps me awake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.
Eventually
I met a man
And talked about you
He seemed like a man from Osaka I knew
And he listened while I told him how you hurt me
And he consoled me when he told me he'd been hurt too
And he said we are inter-dependent
And the effects on each other never ending
And that the air has no boundaries
I think this water that surrounds me
Is the same water soaking through to you
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
I had some tea
With a gal from Paris
We talked about life, sex, love and poetry
And you can't help it
Your name came up again
And she said man those kind of guys
Really know how to steal all of the oxygen
And I said we are inter-dependent
And the effects on each other never ending
And that the air has no boundaries
I think this water that surrounds me
Is the same water soaking' through to you
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
I have a friend I confide in
He always says doll you got to learn not to lead with your chin
But you can't help it
It all comes up again
And then you have your fill
And your spill reaches down as far as a flood
So what comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
What comes floating to me
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
Eventually
Eventually
Will come floating back to you
Eventually
Eventually
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There can only be one absolute truth.
I thought I wrote but only dreamt a poem showing my contempt
For those who claim to know the truth. I realised when but a youth.
They claim divine authority but had no proof to offer me
I can’t believe that any creed can provide the proof I need.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree so they argue perpetually
Nor do they practice what they preach I think the truth’s beyond their reach
I can accept the faith you hold. I would not dare to be so bold
To think I dare to criticise what you believe. I’ve found it wise.
To tolerate whatever creed which seems to satisfy a need?
That can bring great comfort to those followers to whom it’s true
I seek for truth I cannot find; but would it bring me peace of mind
Or would I feel compelled to share the truth with all men every where
I do not think I could achieve a change in what folks now believe.
I will continue with my quest, I am convinced it’s for the best.
The knowledge gained from all I’ve read is safely stored inside my head
For me to ponder quietly. Beliefs peculiar to me
Although I know they may not be true. I think for now they’ll have to do
Until I find fresh evidence which seems to me make good sense
I believe only bodies die. The soul goes on triumphantly
Transmuted to a higher plane before being reborn again
What I believe may not be true what you believe is up to you
We will find out eventually that is a solid certainty.
24/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Everlasting Lesson
Thirteen years of school
A little more for further studies
General, social, history lessons
Life and street rules
Vice versa, slips, trips many falls
Start or end with the blues
Plenty songs sang relating on the journey
Old school and new school
Many different battles and scars
Same title: The fight.
Plenty obstacles, different bridge destinations
A journey, same struggle: The climb.
Every individual owns claim to their own stories
Same topic: Life.
From birth ‘til death
A constant lesson
Repercussion, obstacles, compassion
Beginning to end, the journey and destination
A grim awakening
Struggles are our teachers
Life's the lesson
We're the students
The mind is the question to
our everlasting lesson
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Ego Trips That Bore
If subjective objectivity
Depended on substance...
And its effective projected quality,
Few who nourish the encouragement of thought,
Would have none to offer that triggers independent stances!
As they await to bait souls with predetermined fates,
Debated!
Since the collective who deem their points of view,
Selected based on merit,
Are they themselves limited and lost
To qualify such understandings!
They meet to empower themselves...
Yet are powerless to control expressed experiences of others!
They would like to find an exclusiveness,
That produces a greatness desired.
But instead discover they argue among themselves...
In an induced seduction,
About direction and content of their values!
In an ever changing process,
That is free of excessiveness...
And ego trips that bore!
They are eventually ignored,
And this they find repulsive!
Since their activities do not attract the desired attention,
Of those who find such minds closed and barren...
Unworthy to contemplate or given time to mention!
'If you are going to award yourselves...
Can it be done with less commotion?
And more devotion to content,
That is devoid of trivial nonsense?
There has to be more meat...
To sink your teeth into?
Giving more time to expand your minds,
Instead of monitoring the actions of a few
You pursue! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Multiply your Sight
steer up your wheel, the direction
drive to where you might know not the
way, the road shows the dirty tricks and
the slippery path caught dirt’s, save the
spare tire
spike the road with mindset and guide the
eyes the brightness of your head light, for
the journey, could be the last trips you’ll
take, on the boundary of what you want
the last line pushes and carries the bright
light, within the dimension of the hope, the
honor of which each beginning of what the
heart treasure the grit of prayer lauded the
lasting essence of life
always be the opener of change, for the
eyesight may get mistake and vision of truth
lighten beyond the its delightful degree of the
rocky road you always go, neither offer as
you receive, nor let the child like you learn to
surrender of what is not given
pray and lend on the sight that begins to see
the righteous path…..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Pre-Conditioned
Most of us,
Have been pre-conditioned...
To find good jobs.
Odd or not...
But that job sought,
We eventually got!
Instead of creating them.
Most of us,
Had been in that position.
And pre-conditioned...
To look for something already there.
Without paving a path with motivation.
Hoping what we did...
Secured us for years,
And would last!
Passing along that abstraction,
To our 'kids'.
Most of us...
Seek approval from some.
To find out from them,
If they accept what we've done.
Most of us...
Live lives confused.
And sit to await...
For that sacrifice to be appreciated.
With a love developed to sing the blues...
Feeling distraught and sometimes used.
And others who seem to fulfill their dreams...
Are often the ones who come to stun,
Some,
Who complain nothing for them changes.
Becoming strangers...
Even to themselves.
While those of us stay pre-conditioned,
To superstitions and beliefs.
And tied religiously,
With pleas to relieve us from sorrow and grief.
Fixed in prayer,
And down on our knees.
Stuck without movement...
As if sealed,
In concrete!
Hoping God...
Will bestow upon us our desires!
With His understanding...
We are obedient as we sit.
To observe a miracle!
And demanding He delivers it.
Leaving God to wonder what it is,
We wish.
Since He has not seen,
Any evidence of those on their knees...
Applying any elbow grease,
And/or working towards it!
Whatever it is that is wished.
Knowing His creations are here to benefit.
With the aid of His assistance.
And He too waits...
To see who takes the initiative!
And most of us,
He knows.
Just don't get,
This process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Do Not Walk Alone
you do not walk alone-for the lord is always with us.
you may travel a lonely dark road, and he is always there to guide you.
when we travel a path full of hatred and fear.
' he is always near'.
when we travel the highways and the skys above
' he is there with his love'.
when you find yourself falling and stumbling to the ground.
'turn and look around'.
he is there every step of the way-guiding and showing
us the light of day.
don't ever give up on the journey you take
for your journey may be thousands of steps
till you reach that goal-it's a wonder to behold.
the journey that i speak of-although you may not see.
is the heavenly journey' to eternity'.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Ape And God
Son put a poser up to me
That made me scratch my head:
"God made the whole wide world," quoth he;
"That's right, my boy," I said.
Said son: "He mad the mountains soar,
And all the plains lie flat;
But Dad, what did he do before
He did all that?
Said I: "Creation was his biz;
He set the stars to shine;
The sun and moon and all that is
Were His unique design.
The Cosmos is his concrete thought,
The Universe his chore..."
Said Son: "I understand, but what
Did He before?"
I gave it up; I could not cope
With his enquiring prod,
And must admit I've little hope
Of understanding God.
Indeed I find more to my mind
The monkey in the tree
In whose crude form Nature defined
Our human destiny.
Thought I: "Why search for Deity
In visionary shape?
'Twould better be if we could see
The angel in the ape.
Let mystic seek a God above:
Far wiser he who delves,
To find in kindliness and love
God in ourselves."
poem by Robert William Service
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Eventually I'll Die Aug 21st,2012
EVENTUALLY I'LL DIE Aug 21st,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Sometime, somehow, someplace, I am eventually going to die,
Fortunately or unfortunately, I still don't know why,
Eventually I'd like to arrange the time and place and die,
Have good family and friends around and arrange to say goodbye.
But right now, death with dignity is against all our laws,
They did it to Sue Rodriguez to activists' applause,
After they allowed abortions, so politically correct,
Killing thousands of unborn babies but they claim they're perfect.
You don't have to be a genius to see that there's something wrong,
Is it possible by the time I die; they'll have changed their song?
If we had binding referendums, we could change all this,
But no way, they'll allow us to have anything like the Swiss.
Aug 21st,2012
poem by James Bredin
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