This Has Got To Be for The Love!
Do they wish to impress?
Or do they live just to do it,
As part of a 'self' consciousness.
Conscious their gifts exist.
And it is not with impressions,
Expressed with a witnessed unlimited giving.
It is who they are.
And that is done at their best.
To simply impress comes as no effort.
To those who are blessed...
To progress through stress.
And produce the unexpected.
Without getting needed rest.
And this...
Has got to be for the love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Why do you think the old stories tell of men who set out on great journeys to impress the gods? Because trying to impress people just isn't worth the time and effort.
quote by Henry Rollins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Just One Day...Away
Just one day...
Away.
For you and I to explore,
A new landscape.
With a different approach.
To make a difference made.
And seeing ourselves,
As participating in creating...
Something good we believe in.
Something good we wish to save.
In this season upon us,
That holds so much promise.
In this season lived of expressed forgiveness,
We do our best to impress...
With the giving of wishes for complete happiness,
For all,
Just one day this Fall.
To reminsce as one remembered as the one loved best.
Just one day...
Away.
From the others that seemed to have accumulated,
Unnecessary headaches.
To endure unnecessary stress.
Just one day...
Away.
To proclaim that day,
So unlike the rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Values
Sometimes we do things
hoping to succeed
only to impress someone
to make them like us more,
but in our haste to impress
we are flawed by mistakes
and success eludes us
at every turn of the road.
Then when those we wanted to impress
fade out of our lives
and we look back
at what we have done
we realise we don’t
need to have to impress anymore.
We then start to do things
for ourselves
and slowly our success
is finally realised.
15 April 2008
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given
The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.
Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us or insinuate itself into us without any effort on our part.
quote by Claude Debussy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
0995..... Supreme Truth
We know who is Super Star and Supreme Star
More so, we are more interested in their personal life
Ever wanted to know what Supreme Truth is?
Ever interested to ponder on above line?
Love is Truth, Affection is Truth, Compassion is Truth,
Friendship is Truth, Peace is Truth, Universe is Truth, Atom is Truth
Mountain is Truth, Earth is Truth, Sun is Truth, Truth is Truth
There are Millions of Truths; but one could be the ‘Supreme Truth’
What is the Supreme Truth? Truth of All Truths?
Truth that sustains all Truths is the Supreme Truth
That which is Beyond ‘Time’ and ‘Space’ and Eternal
That which is the one and only is Supreme Truth
We are Born, Live and Die; Earths, Suns, Stars and Galaxies do die;
Lights, Sounds, Nations, Religions, Castes, Money, all will vanish oneday;
Nothing in Space-Time region will last forever and Die one day;
Anything out of Space-Time Horizon can only exist for ever
Everything is Consciousness; Consciousness sustains everything
The seen and unseen are two realms of Consciousness
An Electron is conscious of velocity and angle to rotate
Chairs, Sticks, Stones Books, He, She, It and all have Consciousness
Consciousness is Dormant in Few, Explicit in Few, That’s Truth.
Every object is conscious of what it is; They can’t exist otherwise
What way will Knowing Consciousness help me?
Listen carefully, for this may change all your perspective
Consciousness Infinite is, The God in Absolute Form
Consciousness is on a Big Agenda;
To express itself in many forms and Evolve
We are latest creations in 13.73 Billion Years in River of Consciousness;
We were Sticks and Stones one day; You and I Today
Know it or not we are Evolving; Evolution is an upward march
All of us are from same fountain of Consciousness
Is Buddha a fool to renounce his Princedom in search of Truth?
Consciousness little unplugged is Happiness;
Consciousness fully Unplugged is Bliss (Cosmic Consciousness)
Be more conscious; Be full of Awareness of your doings;
You can evolve faster and faster; Being Conscious can
Speed up your Karmic path, avoiding many cycles of Births and Deaths
We cannot not exist; We are Gods in the making; Time only counts;
Be more Conscious; Consciousness is the only –‘The Supreme Truth’
(28-03-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This Should 'Click' In A Conscious Mind
When someone of your own kind,
Does their best to impress...
Those that have oppressed,
Any efforts to address an expressed suppression.
This should 'click' in a conscious mind.
Who really wants who to remain ignorant and left behind?
Why solidify with requests,
The becoming to be the next martyr?
And at who's benefit will this doing prove to be effective?
Yours? Mine?
Or those already declared nonconformists?
With a redefining of an implemented and intended stagnation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fresh Blood
Now confessions have been professed.
After heartbreaks have occurred,
And many needless deaths...
Have been left to upset!
Now...
Confessions have been professed,
But why not before?
Before a book has been written?
And before the media is contacted?
To get one publicity and press...
Before a book release,
With a promise of lucrative sells to impress.
Fresh blood is on the table!
Fresh blood is there!
But not to clear a consciousness.
Of 'that' you can bet.
One of morals and consciousness,
Had never expressed that at all,
To be intially something they had...
To have others believe and made aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Today I Care
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
And how they were expressed.
I was too busy collecting 'things'
Believing they would bring me a happiness.
At one time I perceived,
My needs were different than yours.
I thought of life as a contest...
And doing whatever I could to win,
Regardless of any suffering you did...
Behind 'your' closed doors.
That was a problem 'you' had,
I chose to ignore.
At one time I thought myself better than most,
If I had a college degree.
Afterall, so many didn't!
And I was getting 'mine'...
With very-little-sleep,
Indeed.
Any sacrifice committed I did,
Was done then for selfish reasons.
There was something I wanted to prove.
And selecting those I wished to please.
That is what I then did do!
I had corrupted thoughts.
Brought about by ego.
I had corrupted thoughts.
That would glorify my name.
And I was not above shame!
I had corrupted thoughts.
Not criminal but close.
I had corrupted thoughts I chose...
To drive a nice car and wear fine clothes.
Petty I know.
But I needed then to boast!
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
And how they were expressed.
I was too busy collecting 'things'
Believing they would bring me a happiness.
At one time I perceived,
My needs were different than yours.
I thought of life as a contest...
And doing whatever I could to win,
Regardless of any suffering you did...
Behind 'your' closed doors.
But today I care about you more than ever.
Feeling us connected...
In a 'together' seperateness.
Today I care about you more than ever.
Both of us have been blessed,
Not to live it to impress.
But to be grateful for life as it is!
And that should be expressed.
To leave God to do the rest,
At His best!
At one time I cared less,
About your thoughts.
Your needs and your feelings.
Until I awakened to realize...
They were my own!
And 'that' God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As the Caretakers of 'Your' Interests
Ladies and gentlemen...
It has come to our attention,
Many of you are homeless and starving.
And those of you who are not...
Are close to those experiences.
However...
We wish to inform you,
As the caretakers of 'your' interests...
And well being,
We...
Those you have elected to keep you,
From hitting rock bottom and hitting brick walls...
Are doing our utmost best to impress you,
With the acknowledgement...
That our concerns are 'your' concerns.
And...
Rest assured,
We are 'not' just maintaining those impressions!
But,
We are also...
Spending sleepless hours,
Ensuring our imitation of leaders...
Best represent your expectations!
So until further notice...
Please allow our performances to continue,
With your endorsements.
That alone,
Will help us succeed in keeping your beliefs alive.
Keep in mind...
None of this would exist without your support.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Definitions
Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
With a shallowness they would defend,
With pretention.
And an awareness of self...
A depth did not know.
They did not grow to love themselves...
If they could not purchase things to define them.
And definitions of who they were...
Had to have style and be flaunted,
To identify themselves with cliques of importance.
And...
Where they had been and where they are going,
Depend on things obtained to impress.
And not the lack of substance...
No one has that to qualify,
To ensure that can be addressed or expressed
With comprehension understood and digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Better Than My Last
When will I put my pen to rest?
After I achieve my best written poem,
I guess.
And the next best one...
To satisfy that one as my best!
'But how will you know
Which one of those to decide as your best? '
I am not the one to decide,
Nor is my pride being tested
Or teased to enter contests to best!
I love what I do.
And I am flattered that I am read.
But my head is not swollen,
With thoughts to impress.
I am thankful to be grateful...
To realize I am blessed!
That alone brings me happiness!
And be read too?
What more can someone like me,
From gifts I have choose?
To sell millions of books?
To be in the hands of everyone?
Even those preparing meals to cook?
Okay!
But that alone wouldn't complete my day!
I'd still be looking for a better way,
To better best with something else to say!
In a way I have not said today.
If it is God's will to have it that way!
But I will confess...
I do have thoughts of having my 'next' one,
Better than my last...
Considered my very best yet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Is No Such Thing As Writer's Block
i am part of the
lousy writers' club
restless people
with nothing to do
but write
hopeless cases
of paranoia
biting their pens
speeding their fingers
on the keys
without much thought
whether
people believe in their
causes
we are part of this
useless endeavor
the objective of which
is only to express
and not really to impress
i am part of the lousy people
our business is to write and write
and writer's block is
a crime
we write not really to impress
but only to express
we are depressed
we are oppressed
we are obsessed
to a fly and wasp and
termites and trite
we are not afraid of our
own self infected cliches.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For The Ease of It
Some folks say what they do,
For the ease of it.
That is quicker to produce,
Than it is what they've said they've done.
If the mind isn't there with a physical connection.
Produced by faith that takes blood, sweat and tears.
And a spiritual affinity...
That is closer than any blood one my drip,
From that attachment.
Only then can someone say they do something...
Because it is loved.
The others?
They say what they say at social functions,
To impress.
And it shows from a lack of discipline...
Whenever they do what they do is addressed.
The mediocrity of it is a mess!
There is no work ethic that has been expressed,
Or valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Somehow My Agenda Remains Prioritized
When someone says to me,
I do not have to express...
Or show my concern.
I deliver quick!
Exactly to them what is wished.
And if I should witness approaching trouble,
Heading towards them on the double...
I am dutiful to what I am told,
With eyes I immediately close.
To dismiss any trouble coming to confront,
Is a blessing I have kept unknown.
Confirming in mind,
What is happening does not exist.
Is not a problem at all for me.
I've been trained to know how to distance.
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
With little effort or stress!
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
'Help me. Help me.
Owwww, please! '
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spoiled
Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
And my choice to decide I can not push aside.
You did this to me to see what I would do.
To see if I would totally forget my relationship,
With You.
How can I do this when You bombard me with gifts?
I am completely spoiled and this I am sure You can not miss!
Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
And my choice to decide I can not push aside.
But Father?
You are everything I AM.
And I have yet to be all there is You wish for me to be.
So 'if' You see me acting as 'if' You do not exist...
Know that I do the best I can to want to impress You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!