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This Is What You Chose and Wanted

Where are those,
Pure of heart.
Loving of justice.
Courageous and brave.
Upright and wholesome.
Devoted, loyal and honest.
Caring and sharing of good deeds.
Where are these people?
What has happened to them,
And their influences missed?
Where do they hide?
Do they still exist?

'Of course they 'still' exist.
They are the ones you got rid of!
Don't you remember this?

They are the ones who attempted to prevent...
Your current agonies.
With the rise of misfits.

And the more outspoken,
Those with opened eyes became...
You became more belligerent.
You became more incensed.
With character assassinations!
And reputations you defamed.

Don't you remember this?

Now you wish a way of life,
Away from the one you have...
That had made no sense.
With greed and corruption...
Welcomed on your path!

And this is what you chose and wanted.
If you didn't...
Why did you insist on it?
Is it because you now feel trapped?

And those you dismissed,
Appear to be happier...
Than 'that' happiness,
You believed you HAD! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much That I Remember About You

I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now

I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now

I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now

I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now

I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel

I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you

poem by David Terry
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Does Happiness Exist?

Is happiness a myth or does it
really exist.
If it exist why are so many people
unhappy in this world.
Why do many feel so much pain
if it's really there.
Happiness is something so small
that is wanted so much.
Everyone looks for that moment
of happiness but so many never
receive it.
Does it exist?

poem by Tracey Wynn
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Do you remember...because I do

I remember when you said I love you
I remember when I said yeah me too

I remember when you said love me
I remember when you carved our names in that old oak tree

I remember our first kiss
and I ignored the fact that you missed

I remember when you said together...always
I remember when I stood in front of you dazzled and amazed

I remember the sparkle in your eyes and
I remember the tears you made me cry

I remember when I could never be truly honest with you
I remember me packing, and you asking is there anything that I can do

I remember when I looked into your eyes and
I remember when we said our goodbyes

poem by Mariah Williams
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Ignoring Many Hints Of Trouble

Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.

Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.

Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!

With a change of leadership,
It is believed by many a return to greed and prosperity...
Is within their reach to have it repeated.
However...
It is not the current leadership,
That drove their lives into the pits.
Or purchased their persuasions with investments made...
In monopolized businesses.
No!
That monkey sits on the wrong shoulders.

Those known in positions of leadership,
Are just pawns used regurgitating rhetoric.
With hopes to keep following sheep distracted.

Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.

Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.

Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!

Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.

Remember it?
Remember it?
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!

Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What do you remember most about Christmas with your family?

Remembering being with family and friends,
I remember giving and sharing and just being their
for one another.I remember the love and the laugh
and the joy we all had together.I remember making
snow angels in the snow every year.Love remebering
the good times with my family even know the ones
are gone now.I know they would want me to remember
all the time we had together.I remember being thankful
to Jesus and saying happy birthday to him every year.
Now all I remember now since some are gone is the
sadness and the heart breaking and the missing.Sadly
remember everyone all not together this year like they
was every year for the holidays.It like something die
with everyone.I remember making cup cakes and pies
every year for Christmas and opening my gifts and
getting the things I wanted and sometimes didn't want
but it was about what you get it was about the giving and
the love and the caring and about Jesus.

poem by Kristina Riggs
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Some Lessons Are More Effective

Attempts were made to contact you!
Long before your present concerns became fashionable.
Long before your way of life,
Came crashing down to Earth.
Those things now happening to you...
Happened to others first.

Remember those homeless and hungry,
Expressing human needs?
You do recall expressing this statement...
'If they don't like it here,
Why don't they leave! '

You remember being given authority,
To select those for work...
And you chose those of 'quality'.

You remember being given government grants?
And choosing friends and family members,
To take the funds to fill up pocketbooks...
And their already bulging pants!

You remember representing yourself,
As a part of the community?
Only to express that when it was advantageous,
To take what you wanted.
Then you would leave.

Remember voices saying you should train the folks...
And sharing that,
A prosperity would grow?

But you let greed feed your selfishness!
That is why no one cares that you now suffer.
Or that you have no where to go!
And you feel offended with your defensiveness.

Some lessons are more effective...
If they are felt!
Like a beating received one gives oneself,
Before one can say they truly 'know'!

'Who learns more from their experiences?
Crabs on the bottom?
Those in the middle?
Or the ones on top? '

They are all in the same barrel...
So that process stops!

'Precisely! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Time Has Been Found

No one will ever be praised,
For being outspoken...
Or giving an honest assessment.
That strips away all pretense.
Not in places,
Where people become embarrassed...
And take offense to them given.
People show their reaction,
By becoming irate and belligerent.

And for whatever the reason,
In these same places...
People will come together,
In planned meetings to discuss...
Their disgust with the downslide,
Of their once valued quality of life.
And will argue amongst themselves,
About no one caring enough to speak up.
Or express their concerns from their gut!

'You and a few others,
Were not at the last community meeting.
And we issued notices to everyone,
Regarding the importance of attending.
Why weren't you there? '

~If I remember correctly,
It was you who told us where we could go.
And what we could kiss before we did it!
And I personally decided,
I can find a better use if I choose to waste my time.
And I am happy to acknowledge,
That time has been found.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Then Had Flaws

Did you believe I would slit my wrists.
Because I realize,
A relationship between us did not exist?

I knew when entering it,
Baggage you carried.
And issues with honesty you could not face.
Remember...
I approached you.
Knowing all of that I chose to embrace.

Did you believe I would slit my wrists.
Because I realize,
A relationship between us did not exist?

What made you think I had no consciousness?
And who convinced you,
You were that attractive?
Remember...
I approached you.
Knowing all of that I chose to embrace.

And you then had flaws.
No matter how others,
May today discover none to erased.
You then had flaws.
And I remember all of it.
There will be no splitting of wrists of balling of fists,
Because of you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Drifter

The wolf was not too keen to mix,
A drifter, nothing more...
And his own company he picks,
As if he knows the score...
Responsibilities dismissed,
Discarded out-of-hand,
They could not help him to exist
In water or on land...

He checks the water carefully,
Avoiding pain and strife,
As if he wanted certainty
Through each day of his life...
On his own a hundred rainbows,
On Earth, beneath the sky,
The drifter chose this path he goes,
No family nearby...

He drifts just like the sun by day
And like the moon at night,
Alone, yet choosing come what may,
No conscience as a guide...
To him, life is no funfair ride,
No easy path to stroll...
The drifter has no sense of pride...
The drifter has no soul...

poem by Denis Martindale
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A moment missed

Remember when I asked you out?
And how you shed a tear.
Remember how I told you.
That I'd stay for all those years.

Remember our first kiss?
Under a moonlit sky.
Remember the fireworks.
That shone in your eyes.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember all the promises?
That we never seemed to keep.
Remember all the times.
I held you when you'd weep.

Remember all the walks we took?
On the beach at midnight.
Remember when we were perfect?
And everything felt right.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember that rose I sent you?
For our schools winter dance.
Remember when we broke up?
And I begged for a second chance.

Remember when you got pregant.
And I stayed right by your side.
Remember how I bought that ring?
And took your hand in mine.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember when I became a dad?
And held my baby girl.
Remember how we fought for names.
And ended up with Pearl.

Remember her first birthday?
And that pretty teddy bear.
Remember her old blankie?
That she carried everywhere.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember how you left me?
With not a word goodbye.
Remember how you took her?
And left me there to die.

Remember all those years?
That you spent far away.
Remember our dying love?
That was ment to always stay.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember the years after?
When you became a whore.
Remember how you took off?
And walked through that same door.

Remember when you got drunk?
And they took our Pearl away.
Remember how I took the fall.
Even though you were too blame.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember how you changed?
And forgot what use to be.
Remember how you hit her?
When our girl had just turned three.

Remember all those moments?
That we thought would last forever.
Remember all our memories?
That we had shared together.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

Remember when you lost your future?
And chose to slice your wrists.
Remember the note you sent me?
Saying please remember this.

Today it's three years later.
And our baby's turning five.
Today she has no mommy.
Because you chose to die.

A smeared kiss.
A moment missed.

poem by Silence Dogood
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Remember The 'Old' Days?

Remember the 'old' days,
When attempts were not made...
To manipulate legitimacy.
And people did deeds with merit,
To achieve their best to be correct.
With a doing of it without being tested,
By deceivers picking apart what had been done.
Just to prove they can devalue,
A quality of life for everyone.

Remember the 'old' days,
When expectations were raised high to reach?
Without a seeking them in gutters,
By those who had their druthers...
To share their findings with others.
Remember the 'old' days,
When people were not demanding...
Entitlements underserved.
Yet wanted them served in their opened hands.

Remember the 'old' days?
There are still many left who do.
With a yearning to earn what was given to them.
And respect and discipline was not forbidden then.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Me Please

If one day you ever care to see me
remember me remember me
please…

remember my eyes
when you see some one suffering from love and all they do is cry
remember my lips, when you take the sweetest sip
remember my words my love every day
like in the mornings when you hear the doves sing so gay
remember my smile
exactly like a 8 year old child smiles
remember my body
when you hug your pillow to whisper you love me
remember me when I use to travel every inch of your body
remember me when I fell in your heart and you found me
remember that your lips where all I ever wanted to drink
remember that your eyes where all I ever wanted to see
next to you the only place I wanted to be
remember me please....
when I begged you so you wouldn’t leave

remember when I was inside of your heart
and nothing in this world could break us apart

remember
remember me
please…

poem by Raymond Valadez
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A Thing Of The Past And Obsolete

There are those dissatisfied,
With current government policies.
And wish to take it upon themselves,
To return to wholesome qualities.

But guess what?
Those who chose to participate,
In blatant corruption and greed...
Have waited too late.

And their needs by those they've made elite...
Have been ignored.
And today those they've trusted,
Consider them and their values mistreated...
A thing of the past and obsolete.

There are those dissatisfied,
With current government policies.
And wish to take it upon themselves,
To return to wholesome qualities.

But guess what?
The time for them to wake up...
Has gone.
Just like the humming,
Of a favorite song once sung.
Never again in these times to belong...
To anyone with wishes to hear or sing,
Those old songs sung with heartfelt reminiscing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall

Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.

And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.

This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.

Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.

But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.

Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.

And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.

And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing

Pain
All consuming
Like a fire
I can't breathe
There's nothing left
What have you done?
My hands are shaking
I can't sit still
My mind is racing
My heart is breaking

Strangled gasps
Heart races
It's all a blur
Where am I?
What happened?

Who are you?
You stole my breath
My mind
My heart
My body
Are you a thief?
Are you a liar?

Who is it that can do something so small,
Yet so large
That I have nothing left
Only pain
Only rage
Only hurt
Only tears
Only blood
Only fears
Only death

Have you stolen everything?
Or is my life still left?
I hear naught
I see naught
I feel naught
I smell naught
I taste naught

Am I nothing?
Are you nothing?
There's nothing left
I sense nothing
I know nothing
This must mean I am nothing
It must mean you are nothing
Am I nobody?
Like a myth
Like a legend
Like a story

Does this make everything I've said
And done
And felt
Unreal
Like a dream
Or a story
Or a thought

So it never happened?
You didn't make me love you?
You didn't hurt me?
You didn't make me cry?
Make me bleed?
Make me suffer?

You didn't leave me there
On the street
On a sidewalk
So I could bleed out?

You didn't hold a knife?
You didn't violate me?
You didn't kill me?
You didn't walk away?
You didn't lie?

I didn't exist meaning
You didn't exist so
You must not have
Meaning
I am not dead because
I just never existed
And you are not alive
Because you never existed
We are just nothing

poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Remember This. Remember This

Fear not, My child, what man can do...
Let all thy daily course pursue
that which from heaven brings thee bliss:
Remember this. Remember this.

And should the agony of pain
be covered o'er the earthly plain;
Be still, and know that I exist:
Remember this. Remember this.

And if thou suffereth a loss,
remember He who bore the cross:
No man can feel what pain was His.
Remember this. Remember this.

And should a friend forsaketh thee,
believe that I, with thee, will be
to comfort thee in what ye miss:
Remember this. Remember this.

Remember till thy final breath
that thou shalt triumph over death!
And, live thy life with faith in this.
Remember this. Remember this.

poem by Chris Schleier
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All The Same

Remember when I carried that heavy load,
Remember when I fought that long battle,
Remember when the rocks fell on me,
Remember the dying moments my love,
Remember the tragedy that faced me,
Remember you never moved my love,
In the demise of your man you stood still,
Watching me sink and not giving a hand,
Remember the care and concern my love,
Remember when you were sick on bed,
When I ran to you to see you recover,
Remember when I was sick on bed my love,
When you enjoyed and slept to the fullest,
Remember when I missed you my love,
When I came all along to be with you,
Remember when you missed me my love,
When you stayed and never bothered to step,
Remember the days when nights were cold,
When I made a choice to be with you,
Remember when the day was so perfect,
When you made the choice to stay in bed,
Remember the trees that were long standing,
When you thought of cutting them for no reason
Remember the war that approached us,
When we chose to be cowards than warriors,
Remember the water that flowed,
When our hearts did flood within,
Remember the moments I shouted,
When you pretended you were not hearing,
Remember the effort I put my love,
When you never did the same,
All the same my love, I love you

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever

I remember yet before we met
When every night and day
I had to live the life of a lonely one.
And I remember meeting you,
Discovering love could be so true
When shared by two, 'stead of only one.
When you said you loved me
We could not be parted.
Said, I built my world around you
And I'm truly glad I found you
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Each night I pray we'll never part
Because the love within my heart
Grows stronger from day to day.
Best I try, hard I try
To reassure and satisfy.
You know I'd be lost if you went away.
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, I know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Don't you know my baby there.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.

song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Recall Of The Heart (A Song)

I don't remember this part at all
It was love, honor and cherish, I recall
For days and days on end
The fighting never ends
I don't remember this part at all

I remember when we both stood at the altar
I remember when we both took our vows
I remember loving you
And you loving me
I remember love was what it was about

I don't remember hurt
I don't remember cruel
I don't remember
Heartaches to come
Was in the words when I said the words, I do

I remember every line
It all still comes to mind
I, ve searched my heart
For every part
But I don't remember this part at all

I don't remember tears
Or sleeping in seperate beds
I didn't know
That heartbreaks
Was in the words, I thee wed

Oh what have we done
I love you, you know I do
Why can't we go back some way
To you still loving me,
And me still loving you.

poem by Bill Simmons
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Value of Your Delusions

Wishing a thing to exist.
And exclaiming to others that it does...
Does not bring it life.
It may bring it to lips quick.
But not to eyes.

And if any of it is used to deplete pockets...
Of resources earned.
Draining them with fear...
To stock your abundance of cash,
Invested on a gamble that has devastated...
Their standards and quality of life.
One had planned on living,
To retire into wholesome fantasies.

Many will begin to inflict the pain of revenge!
Unending for deceivers.
And nothing can be more realistic,
Than those on a rampage seeking it!
Prepare for this reality.

And...
You didn't hear that from me.
Remember,
You have already campaigned
To have me ignored.
You remember that don't you?
When I began questioning,
The value of your delusions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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