This Has Aged Those Stressed
They believe to have things,
Leaves others impressed.
Perhaps in those days...
Long gone but still addressed.
And today those things,
Can not unstrap their unhappiness.
Since an investment in happiness,
Meant something bought.
But now all has been pawned.
And this has aged those stressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Not Stressed
Whatever was done,
Had been demeaned and declared as easy.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
Simple were his deeds considered.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
And criticized for his desires,
To obtained success.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
But that was yesterday!
Today...
He is not stressed at all!
Nor overly protective,
Of an investment,
Others made at a loss in pretentiousness.
And again he finds himself,
Blessed to be ahead of the rest!
And sharing a happiness...
For him that has been cost effective!
And those folks back 'then'...
In 'those days' they could not leave,
Are still there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Peace and happiness
For the things that you cannot have
For people who cannot be with you
For love that leaves and dies
Tell yourself, they are never meant
To be yours
For the things you have now
Tell yourself that that they are meant
To be shared
For persons who are with you
They are meant to be cherished
For love that stays and grows
Let them be
Water them with your care and
Love them too with a love
That is meant to be
Long lasting, forever, eternal…
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lesson Learned Along The Way
love vs happiness
they aren't the same
but its not one or the other
there is an order to things
ive loved and let that be my only source of happiness
held on to that rope so long my hands are just calluses
love cant be everything
it will be the end of you
first you must be happy alone
in the life God has given you
This is the hardest lesson
I have had to learn
'All in'..a poor investment
Heartbreak..the love fool's return
Your love is not your life
that is a young man's game
love vs. happiness
they arent the same
Whenever You Are Around
Who do you think you lie to?
When a lieing you do is too much.
And...
Who believes in the things you say?
Or is left impressed as if awestruck!
When you open your mouth,
An expected embellishment...
Is known to be heard that comes right out.
With that same exuberance fixed to a grin...
That leaves no one to wonder,
Why they are glued to a doubt you give to them.
And why do you even bother,
To detail your explanations?
There is no need for you to expound upon,
Your taste for wholesome exaggerations!
Who do you think you lie to?
When a lieing you do is too much.
And...
Who believes in the things you say?
Or is left impressed as if awestruck!
Even children today are bored with clowns.
Have you noticed them yawning,
Whenever you are around?
When you open your mouth,
An expected embellishment...
Is known to be heard that comes right out.
With that same exuberance fixed to a grin...
That leaves no one to wonder,
Why they are glued to a doubt you give to them.
With a wishing for them your performance ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Directness
I've been in the real world for too long,
And have very little patience...
With those adults,
Who now wish to explore their appetites
To live their lives!
A reality has bit them.
And now they see no choice,
But to cooperate.
That's cool!
However...
Those foolish things,
I've been accused by them of doing...
Throughout my life?
With critiscms they delighted to express.
To cause at times my unhappiness.
As I got my life on track?
To nourish myself with a comprehension,
I once lacked!
Those very things have assisted in my maturity.
With an understanding,
They now know they have not addressed?
And does not provide them a wholesomeness,
That I feel that is mine after being tested!
And that comes with everything I have earned.
I can not share this...
To spare them of their hurdles!
With their fresh awakenings!
I am not here to provide them,
With a scenic tour!
To have 'their' lives lived,
Filled with simple things!
I am not a magician!
Although my pace on my path,
Has been corrected with introspection.
And my directness placed as I step...
Needs no explanation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Under Such Duress
You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.
That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!
And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?
Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps Especially In Old Age/How Happiness Comes Suddenly From Such Small Things
PERHAPS ESPECIALLY IN OLD AGE/HOW HAPPINESS COMES SUDDENLY FROM SUCH SMALL THINGS
Perhaps especially in old age,
How happiness comes suddenly from such small things-
The surprising sight of glistening leaves,
A shaft of sunlight on a cold morning,
The sky opening up after the rain-
Small perceptions and deep feelings
Happiness from such small things
even in old age.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Confession
I HAVEN'T always acted good:
I've taken things not meant for me;
Not other people's drink and food,
But things they never seemed to see.
I haven't done the way I ought
If all they say in church is true,
But all I've had I've fairly bought,
And paid for pretty heavy too.
For days and weeks are very long
If you get nothing new and bright,
And if you never do no wrong
Somehow you never do no right.
The chap that daresent go a yard
For fear the path should lead astray
May be a saint--though that seems hard,
But he's no traveller, any way.
Some things I can't be sorry for,
The things that silly people hate:
But some I did I do deplore,
I knew, inside, they wasn't straight.
And when my last account is filed,
And stuck-up angels stop their song,
I'll ask God's pardon like a child
For what I really knew was wrong.
If you've a child, you'd rather see
A bit of temper, off and on,
A greedy grab, a silly spree--
And then a brave thing said or done
Than hear your boy whine all day long
About the things he musn't do:
Just doing nothing, right or wrong:
And God may feel the same as you.
For God's our Father, so they say,
He made His laws and He made me;
He'll understand about the way
Me and His laws could not agree.
He might say, 'You're worth more, My son,
Than all My laws since law began.
Take good with bad--here's something done--
And I'm your God, and you're My man.'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Treasure Those Moments
what makes one happy
well it depends on the person
some people find happiness in the simple things
others dont take much notice
some people find happiness from people
in many different ways
some people find happiness from the important things
but to sum it up, we all find happiness sometime
even if its just a second,
it was still there right?
you should treasure those moments for as long as possible
happiness is a gift for us
laugh as much as possible
it involves smileing
which implies amusement
which implies pleasure
which implies happiness
maybe not always
nothing is ever always
not even your spirit
which continues on for a while
but my point is
to not waste your life
find happiness
and dont let things bring you down
The Way That You Love Me
It ain't the clothes that you wear
It ain't the things that you buy
It ain't your house on the hill
It ain't the plane that you fly
It ain't your black limousine
It ain't your ninety-foot yacht
It ain't the things that you'll get
It ain't the things that you got
It ain't the money or the diamond rings
Honey i ain't impressed with your material things
It's the way that you love me
It's just the way that you love me
It's the way that you love me
It's just the way that you love me
It ain't your friends at the top
It ain't their fortune and fame
It ain't your heavy connections
It ain't the hollywood game
Ain't famous people or the parties they throw
Honey i ain't impressed with all the people you know
It's just the way that you love me
(in the heat of the night)
It's just the way that you love me
(baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(when you're loving me right)
It's just the way that you love me
(baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(and the things that you do)
It's just the way that you love me
(baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(make me crazy for you)
It's just the way that you love me
It ain't the money or the diamond rings
Honey i ain't impressed with those material things
It ain't the trips to brazil
It ain't the weekends in rome
It ain't the french riviera
You know i'd rather stay home
Ain't the bahamas
It ain't monaco
Honey i ain't impressed
With all the places we go
It's just the way that you love me
The way that you love me
The way that you love me
It's just the way that you love me
The way that you love me
(it ain't the money)
It's just the way that you love me
(or the diamond rings)
The way that you love me
(ain't what you buy me baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(ain't material things)
The way that you love me
(ain't your maserati)
It's just the way that you love me
(your house on the hill)
The way that you love me
(it ain't the parties)
It's just the way that you love me
(or the trips to brazil)
Watch me dancin'...
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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Before She Died
When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you.
As if with enough attention, I could take it in for you.
With all the leaves gone almost from
the trees, I did not walk briskly through the field.
Late today with my dog Wool, I lay down in the upper field,
he panting and aged, me looking at the blue. Leaning
on him, I wondered how finite these lustered days seem
to you, A stand of hemlock across the lake catches
my eye. It will take a long time to know how it is
for you. Like a dog's lifetime -- long -- multiplied by sevens.
poem by Karen Chase
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Premeditated And Done To Do
People are most impressed,
By that which is visible.
Material and physical.
Since whatever it is,
Will have a guarantee of being addressed.
With a getting of much attention.
As meant and intended.
Although it is that which is invisible...
And directed from behind the scenes,
That influences with great visibility.
With a selling of that which is proposed,
Without a sight of 'who' or what that is...
Having a need or desire to be seen.
To be bombarded by questions of authority.
Or debated as to what is created to take shape,
To effect anticipated expectations.
Since whatever it is to be presented,
Will have a guarantee of being addressed.
With a getting of much attention.
And...
With a reaction already determined,
By a decision premeditated and done to do...
With a doing made to make to implement.
Those who go ignored,
Are seldom struggling with boredom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Things That We Tend To Ignore
'Tis said that money makes more money and 'tis also said that much wants more
But the things in our lives that most matter are the things that we tend to ignore
Such as happiness, joy and contentment these are the things money can't buy
Though money in life is important and it's value how can one deny.
He's a millionaire forty times over and he is one who has it made
And he rakes in large sums of money and he knows the tricks of the trade
But in his heart he doesn't feel happy and in ways he feels quite insecure
And the one who is seen as successful you might say is mentally poor.
For his teenage son and daughter he's bought two new computers and he's bought a new merc for his wife
But he is a man without laughter and something is missing in his life
Still his money can't buy him what he's missing for to be locked in a safe in the wall
For happiness cannot be purchased and it is the best gift of all.
Success it can be gauged by money one might say that we've heard that before
But that money in life is important is a thing we ought not to ignore
Still the one paid for to sing not as happy as the one who for happiness sing
And there is so much truth in the saying that in life 'we can't have everything'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Days Go On and On
I play. I sing and write a rhyme.
These 3 things consume my time.
and my days go on and on.
I think. I dream and wake up tired.
These 3 things have got me wired
and my days go on and on.
I eat. I drink and watch my weight.
These 3 things can just frustrate
and my days go on and on.
I worry. I stew and then obsess.
These 3 things create a mess
and my days go on and on.
I weep. I laugh and then I swear.
These 3 things make me aware
that my days go on and on.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Happiness, Requiem
Happiness to a broken heart,
Is like water to a tree.
So be careful from the start,
Lest all happiness should flee.
Little things somehow add up,
To something big someday.
So make sure to fill her cup,
With affectionate displays.
Don't be a fool, it just won't do,
To set her needs aside.
She needs to hear it, just like you,
About that love you have inside.
Happiness can only come,
If you open wide your door,
The little things, that seem to some,
Will add up more and more.
Happiness is the reward,
You work for all your days.
So start stocking up your cupboard,
And be quick to mend your ways.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Things Are Meant To Be
You've got to free it from your mind,
And let things go.
You've got to free this from your mind,
All the time.
You've got to free it from your mind,
To let things go...
Or,
You'll be left behind.
You've got to free it from your mind,
Everything is meant.
You've got to free it from your mind,
You can circumvent events.
You've got to free this from your mind,
All the time...
Because things are meant to be!
There is a freedom knowing,
Things are meant to be.
No need to poll a voter.
Things are meant to be.
Or heat up in a roast.
Things are meant to be.
You've got to free this from your mind,
All the time...
Because things,
Are meant to be!
There is a freedom knowing,
Things are meant to be.
No need to poll a voter.
Things are meant to be.
Or heat up in a roast.
Things are meant to be.
You've got to free it from your mind,
And let things go.
Because...
Things.
Are.
Meant...
To be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dark Days
those were the dark
days, i say i love you
but i never meant to.
those were the bleak
days, i do things that
i do not really like.
those were the saddest
days of my life,
when i am not me because
it was meant to be,
otherwise i cannot be here
now, free, with eight wings
on my feet
the winds in my hands
light in my forehead
thunder in my lips.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Of These Days
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
And Im gonna try
And thank them all for the good times together.
Though so apart weve grown.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
And Im gonna thank,
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock n roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
From down in l.a.
All the way to nashville,
From new york city
To my canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.
One of these days,
Im gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends Ive known
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
One of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
And it wont be long, it wont be long.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Alle thyngen af Thu syngen
Today, all things sing of you;
you sing in all things.
you show yourself -
today - in all things;
all things show you.
you are here
in all things – today –
all things are you.
Dare we say – today –
You made them?
Better to be silent,
eyes shining.
Alle thyngen af Thu syngen,
Goddes-sonne yeboren ys;
Alleluya, belles beswyngen,
alle menne, synge inne blysse!
poem by Michael Shepherd
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