This Entity
Just because IT can not be seen,
Observed to criticize to pass judgements to demean.
IT is there...
For those aware and trust IT!
For those whose faith
Has not been shakened,
IT is there!
Gathering those in confidence of IT and ITS presence.
IT is there...
Each time injustice is enforced upon us.
With eyes from heaven unseen but touched!
Even though lies may escalate
Fakers who seem to win!
The awesome power of this Entity
Will not abandoned those feeling trapped and closed in!
IT is there and has begun to show
The battle for peace is not over and can be won!
This Entity is here!
This Entity has come!
To prove who loses...
When all is said and done!
IT is there.
IT is here...
To prove powerless sinners should not be feared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whenever we seek to avoid the responsibility for our own behavior, we do so by attempting to give that responsibility to some other individual or organization or entity. But this means we then give away our power to that entity.
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Villanelle on Depression
Depression is a fact of life for me.
As much a part of life as food and air,
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
It scatters joys like useless stale debris,
And sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom.
Depression is a fact of life for me.
It poises like a shadowing banshee
With somber wings just waiting to enshroud.
It hovers like a dreaded entity,
And I can almost always guarantee
Secreted in my spectral holidays
Depression is a fact of life for me.
My life becomes a frequent abductee
Purloined by mirthless bird of prey
It hovers like a dreaded entity..
A vulture pouncing when my back is turned,
But hidden, and not easily discerned.
Depression is a fact of life for me
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
poem by B.V. Dahlen
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Fire and flame are one
‘Flame is not a separate entity of fire.
Nor is Atma a separate entity of Paramatma.’
Advaita professes.
Why are many deities?
Why are many rites?
24.11.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Be Held And Gently Touched
To prove I have the inner strength,
To deal with all my sorrows...
I show I can be,
Obnoxious, rude and indifferent!
To show I am brave,
Inspite of fearful obstacles...
I walk in the pouring rain,
Just to maintain my claimed dignity!
I will not abandoned my journey.
Like many who are quick,
To detach from a mate.
I can not reveal that I hate,
Being alone feeling a dependency.
When I secretly wish to be held,
And gently touched!
To prove I have the inner strength,
To deal with all my sorrows...
I show I can be,
Obnoxious, rude and indifferent!
When I...
Secretly wish,
To be held and gently touched!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very real
The winter in season
The flowers have every reason
To blossom and appeal
The shine and fragrance for the show to steal
Yes it is rare thing
We longed it for something
Pursed with all the zeal
To test the life very real
To search in fife is not wastage
It may come with the advancement of age
Whole life you may be dying for something to happen
It may not materialize in whole life even
It is very good quest
Hours are spent to get very best
It is still eluding the hope
As if walking on the right rope
Nothing said about mission’s failure
It was not made very sure
It went on for indefinite search
Even though never forced to halt the march
Life is full uncertainty
It takes enough of time to prove entity
When you reach at the near end?
You are not surrounded by any of your friend
It was your lone battle
You were ready for it to settle
The time and tide did not favor
Yet you lived with full honor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We are the meeting place, an entity that's trying to connect faith and culture.
quote by William P. Leahy
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My Fellow Poet
In a black coal mine
You are the diamond in the rough
Shimmering as blazing as sun
You have power to make us blind
With your sheen
On the saddest day of the life
You are the miraculous joy
Vehement, frenzied and raving
You have power to make us cry
With a laugh so hard
In the abandoned entity
You are a pleasant friend
Amusing, affectionate and authentic
You have power
To make a veteran truth false
I hoped you'll stay long
But you may go because you wish to be so
But the time with you
Was crucial, candied and charming
And no matter how far we live
No matter how critical time we'll go through
I'll always miss you
I'll always miss you
poem by Payal Parande
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Powerful wheel
You are strongest and powerful wheel
Everything can move with power and will
Nothing can stop you from reaching a top
There is no force to put a full stop
You may be soft but internally strong
You may right but can never be wrong
Nothing prevents like cast, creed or color
Such things are irrelevant and considered minor
Life as such you know is double edged knife
It is not easy to prove as very good wife
No one can neglect or defy the truth
Women as entity is nothing but living proof
Words may prove hollow
If we don’t allow
Let her rise from ground to reach at peak
She may stand tall and her work may speak
Woman is all in every move
Let that fear stand as removed
No one can afford to claim as super human
It is not flesh, bones, body of man or woman
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When any organizational entity expands beyond 21 members, the real power will be in some smaller body.
quote by C. Northcote Parkinson
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Learn to Fly
The entity stands
waitinig, watching
wonders if you know
what to do, how to fly
You learn to live your life
in humans relms of plight
You look upon the stage
and think yes thats the way
But then you begin to see
thats not all there is in life
you need to learn to fly
in the astrial realm up high
It helps you too see
the woven paths we weave
You start to fly, above the clouds
and duck and weave in flight
then with purpose and a smile
you touch those who need your light
Then you teach them how to fly
to follow you on wings
Once flying high you know no bounds
and suddenly your free
The entity just nods and smiles
as you reach out
to all with love
and learn to fly
For all eternity
poem by Kaila George
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A Word
If I make a word
it is first sculpted from letters
on the page
a canvass across which
letters skate
from margin to margin transforming
into meanings and sentences
which give us art, science, poetry
and civilization.
This is created from an arbitrary entity,
the scratchings we call letters
which in turn form yet another
mysterious entity we call the alphabet.
What manner of miracle is this?
All of civilization is born from
these scribbly scratchings?
So if each letter is an imaginary entity,
an arbitrary symbol we made up
which has no meaning by itself
and lives inside another arbitrary entity
we call the alphabet
we may properly ask
what is going on here?
Meaning here is deriving from an arbitrary nothingness
arbitrarily created from arbitrary letters
by virtue of common agreement around
what words will mean?
Ponder this:
we too, as individuals are letter unique
and, in our variety, form a kind of human alphabet.
What we all mean and can mean to each other
therefore depends upon the words we form
in our families and communities; our human alphabets.
So, one word letters such as 'I' are too self-regarding
and are narcissistic anomalies
not true words at all.
Better words have more syllables than that
and have enabled us to form social sentences
more complex
which we can use for good or ill
peace or war, love or hate.
So watch your words and sentences
don't swing them recklessly in a crowded room
you'll put somebody's mind out
or create genius.
Big responsibility this
especially for us poets.
So in the end
in mass society
you and I are a single letter
but combined create all there is.
You can take that
as the first
and last
Word
And by the way
arbitrary letters
are electrons at the sub-atomic level
and combine to make molecules
and the greatest meaning of all
All of the Universe.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Only That Which Gets Trapped
A spider weaving a web,
Isn't doing it without a purpose.
Only that which gets trapped in it,
Suddenly becomes conscious...
With an abundance of awareness,
Of being trapped after the fact.
And...
Regardless of one's faith and depth,
Professed.
Who would hold a venomous snake by its tail?
To prove what?
A stupidity is involved to prove it there,
And existing?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Narrative [ My Perspective ]
Patrick Jonathan Derilus
Mr. Filie
Period 6/7
Poetry
My Perspective
Patrick Jonathan Derilus is a young boy trying to turn his life around by defeating the demons that continue to destroy him….His life is somewhat different from how society sees everything else….
Feeling as if he is a cursed child …Cursed as if he is forever trapped in a cold cell…”Understanding” reality and how things happen is one of the things that attempts to get the best out of him and ironically it is succeeding…
But Patrick tries to look on the bright side of things and persists to becoming the best of the best…but there are spawns in which the devil created that prevents the young warrior from doing so…
“Depression”, “Doubt” and “Self Confidence” are some of the demons capable of easily annihilating Patrick…addressing these entity’s…Patrick is half way through this mile run..
But not aware of what goes on in his Penetrable temple, Destruction carries on to running amuck..
Patrick can hardly make it through the day when these Demons try to pursue him…Blood is spilled, but the low class warrior is still persistently consistent…
The only things that keep him alive are “Hope”, “Faith”, and the little confidence he has left…Inside the doors of the devil, as a New Jack; Patrick was clueless on how and why he reacts to things a certain way…Also to the way he is to this very day…Feeling like he was being controlled by a puppet master, he foolishly is put into one of Satan’s traps..As years went by, Patrick slowly began to picking up things in his mind and how it worked…
He learned on how to adapt and respond to these subliminal messages… but in time, Satan is able to quickly counteract on anything Patrick optimistically attempted to do. Leaving him with loopholes that would destroy Patrick from the inside…”WHY DOES MY MOOD AND PERSONALITY CONTINUE TO FLUCTUATE…? ” Patrick asks himself. So many questions asked but none of them answered… Satan has Patrick right where he wants him. “If I can’t rid of Patrick any other way, I can only destroy him mentally in which Patrick is easily fooled” Satan says.
Once internally defeated, pessimistic venoms leak into the sanctum of Patrick’s temple and slowly it is melting...”WHY ME? ! ” Patrick asks. Having the ability to even think for himself, Patrick wonders if he shall continue to fight off these Demons or become feasted upon…”Words coming from another voice will not be able to help me” Patrick says. Solutions being formed in his mind are to making the evil Entity’s disappear for good by finding an antidote to purifying Patrick’s mind…
But believing they are “antidotes” is too good to be true…Satan has created a loophole for everything in order to rid of Patrick anyway he can… Then realizing Patrick is seemingly hopeless on what to do for himself to Destroy Satan, He comes to the conclusion that Satan cannot destroy what does not exist… “WHEN MY SHACKLES OF DEPRESSION ARE BROKEN, I SHALL FIND TRUE HAPPINESS” Patrick sadly says. But he does not believe he shall rid of himself… He believes he shall continue to fight this everlasting war with Satan until these Demons are extinguished from the inside...Until he is Mentally Strong and is at peace with his mind…Patrick has vowed to attempting to destroy “Depression”, “Doubt” and “Negativity” in order to becoming the Man that he intends to be…Trying to recover from his internal scars.
poem by Patrick Derilus
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Faith, Hope, Trust
Faith is a feeling of misconception.
I have Faith in myself,
But should I have Faith in you?
The real challenge is retaining Faith in us.
Hope is a state that is unsteady.
I can Hope to find Faith,
But will Hope cure the fallacy that is us?
Hoping to have Faith gives life more demand.
Trust is an idea that troubles me.
I must Trust in my Hope of finding Faith,
But will that Trust finally induce our perfect peace?
Or should I Trust that your Faith in us is Hopeless?
In order to have Faith in us,
I must first show Faith in you.
Untill I believe you have Hope in us,
I'll keep the Hope that us is true.
And when you start to Trust in us,
You can Trust I will see it through.
poem by Blake Bishop
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Escaping The Fear
A million strategies.
Never satisfied with just one.
A mind that is already so far gone.
In another planet, In another world.
The stagnation that swirls brings me to the need of my escape.
With music I do embrace.
Even if the rabid beast is already at my feet.
Latching on for dear life, but not of its own.
It wants mine.
With blood to dine.
A banquette so divine.
An illusion of the senses.
A fool hardy chase for something so fake.
I am victim, and I know what is at stake.
A fortune told doesn't mean it has to be true.
To change you do have the power within you.
I don't question that for an instant.
But how do I put faith in something I can no longer trust?
Be very careful not to breath in the dust for it's poisonous.
A sickness is spreading.
Infecting every entity.
All the same, there is no prejudice.
A consolidation of power.
Only a few men strong.
Such a high cliff I'm afraid to look down.
But still I must for fear is never the answer.
It is only the beginning of a cancer.
That eats at us till nothing left.
I may wear these rags, but I wear them proudly.
Never afraid to show anyone who I am.
Humiliations teaches you something that gives you great power.
To overcome in the face the dankest darkest adversity.
Show me your I'll show you mine frame of mind.
An eye for eye by giving yours first.
They are things that are most certainly worst.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Build eternity in your Mind
the child moulds the best quality of spirit and soil; breathe
the eternal gift of life by the giver of life, the purest of soul
inherited by the pre-existed being in the universe, before
time comes into existence
the birth becomes the only contact of profane material
in the given ground to subdue, to live, to survive of what is
reality in this earthly place of immortal aura, the inner force
given by the beyond conquers known the most challenging
wave of reality, the eye that close the window of the world,
the spirited world that mankind lives, a reality that all has no
chance to swift, but to swim and lay our card according to
what our experiences man possess
all, the world gives; the family, the profession, the children,
the dream of tomorrow, our very own desire and the faith
as it lives on in our innermost feeling is just all the wisdom to
go, the spirited soul comes to experienced the fundamental
avenue of going to heaven, a vision that all dream of and live
where the sun whiten the cloth of everlasting glory with God
the moulds which you where made, comes to worship, the
beginning of your dominion in each heart, a perfect day of
reckoning heart to live in the shelter of God haven, as the
soul swings to the timing of pendulum of perfect world, the
man entity transform into a god like aura of heavenly best,
for the end has change the beginning of love in the
end time with God forever
build the beginning of your mind an entity to live with the
most high in the paradise, where all is call to live with God
in a place call ……. Pleroma of end time
poem by Antonio Liao
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On a Diet of Madness
Just to prove
They did not have respect
For themselves or others...
They killed themselves!
In more ways than one.
As if that'
Was suppose to attract,
Some attention.
All of their lives...
They had been fed,
On a diet of madness.
They were programmed to see themselves,
As disposable treats.
Feeding on what they could not resist.
And encouraged by an environment,
Of thirsty self righteous excuse makers.
Sipping slow and digging deep,
Into awarded grant funds!
That kept them...
Sufficiently an insignificant entity!
And,
Recycled stale news.
As the call for 'unity' used!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before you approach a production entity or even a potential producer, you should write up a treatment and register your show with the Writers Guild of America.
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All That Inhabitates on It
I am not one to dispute anyone's belief!
Why should I?
Everyone seeks 'some' excuse,
To accept what they do
With a tolerating of their existence,
With a forgiveness given to continue doing
Exactly what they choose.
However,
For some to dismiss...
That the Earth is a non thinking entity,
And we live on it 'within' its midst.
And IT not being aware of every move made
Is nonsense.
How can anything recycle itself,
As the Earth does.
With all that inhabitates on it
Do this and not be affected,
By who and what is disturbing the peace?
Do not think for one moment,
The Earth is asleep
Denying the causes of its many headaches.
It knows what gets on its nerves,
Just as much as you do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Missing Pages
I am but a man thrown into
this world
which means i do not know
where i came from
nor where i would be going to
this mysterious world and worlds
my mind stuck between all the planes
all men set to journey
through this world
laden with things known, unknown
all men having to read himself
like a torn book
pages lost here and there
so much to guess about
so many assumptions made
correct, incorrect
the beauty of this world
so much to discover
without and within
this strange
more than dynamic inlaid system
deep in the human realm
that launches itself
whenever world civilisation
needs a revolution, a saviour
this dynamism that is capable of
assuming a separate identity
when salvation is needed
this separate entity
stored with all moral fibres
that reflect us to ourselves
our standing, our growth,
that checks and balances
our foibles, indulgences
that separate entity
which is within ourselves
part of ourselves
which we call a higher consciouness
That separate entity
that launches so many religions
in the world
its similar message
cutting through humanity
inlaid, inlaid, inlaid
now who is the next person
to launch the world correcting gear
is christ coming back? Koran part two?
i read myself like a torn book
guessing at all the missed pages
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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