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This Pace Made

You totally misinterpret,
The pace I keep.
Not one step do I make,
That is taken...
Has you in my mind to compete.
Or is there a thought given to your mission.
I have interests to pursue.
What about you?

This pace made,
Is not awaiting your notice.
Nor is this pace made,
Initiated in the origin of hesitation.
But is a motivation to focus my eyes on the prize.
With my own determination affixed to it!
To feel I am achieving 'something' that validates,
The time I've spent blessed in the appreciation of my life.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Easy Pace

I am a man who does not like rushing;
I like to take life at an easy pace.
Friends joke about it
saying a snail just overtook you.
I take no notice and just laugh it off.
If the world wants to go at a faster pace
that is all right with me.
I’ll just take my time
and always get there in the end.
I always think that if you rush about
you miss out on so much.
You see drivers on the motorway
racing along doing a ton
and I often wonder
are they out to commit suicide.
I just drive along at sixty
and that is comfortable for me.
The only thing I seem to be quick at
is when it comes to writing poetry.
With them, I dash them off
at an incredible rate.
Where most will write one a day
I can dash sometimes up to ten.
I have even been known
to do more than that occasionally,
but everything else in life
I take at an easy pace.

12 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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My Secret Joy

If it were not for you
It seems that every day would be
A life unfulfilled.
Winter then forever and no smile of spring.
An icy lake without a melted heart within.
You are my secret joy.
When first I saw your face
A satisfaction took the place of sad distraction.
I knew my mind had been in a phase of leaving,
You drew me back a pace, with you I saw commitment,
This time there could be no dreaming,
No time for grieving what was past.
My secret joy was here with me.
So many times, I saw her face in your face.
That special wisdom of her eyes in your eyes,
I knew a child I thought was gone for always
Had brought joy home.
I watch you watch the joy you have made
Wonder if you know the joy that you gave
Would like you to know that the joy that you made
Is my joy too.
However long before the joy that you made.
That little blue the two of you gave.
I had a little joy of my own.
Even though the joy that I made,
Has gone the road that life takes.
Singing love songs to the joys of her own,
I see reflections of the Joy that I made,
In the eyes and the heart of the Joy, she has made.
I can see pink joy reflected in blue joy,
When I see it.
My secret joy.

poem by Susan Casey
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I've Spent a Lifetime Dancing

I've spent a lifetime dancing.
Entangled in a waltz,
From directions certain to false starts.
Romancing dreams!
Accused of being deluded by my own illusions.
Fantasies never to fulfill.
Spinning around trying to locate my purpose.
Grounded...
With a hope and faith within me.
Determined to make each movement real.

I've spent a lifetime dancing!
And I've come to learn to see...
My partner has been GOD!
All this time.
And the pace I keep is enjoyed,
With each beat.
My steps and pace are kept with faith!
And I grow ever confident...
Comfortable,
With Him in the lead!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking the road to Emmaus

Their eyes were downcast and the pace was slow.
Why these things had happened they did not know.
On their shoulders they bore grief's heavy load
as they walked that long Emmaus road.

A stranger joined them as they walked that way.
Slowed His pace to hear what they had to say.
Step by step He walked along with them there
and then the scriptures He began to share.

Eyes restrained and holden they did not know
Who it was that joined them walking so slow.
In fellowship sweet He expounded God's word
and their hearts glowed at everything they heard.

From Moses through the Prophets He made known
of an open tomb and a heavenly throne.
They listened carefully as this Man talked
as together the Emmaus road they walked.

'Did not the Christ have to suffer', He said
'and then He was to be raised up from the dead.'
As they approached the place they were going
He acted as though He would not go in.

'The day is far spent, stay with us, ' they said
and then He entered their house and broke the bread.
At once their eyes were opened and they knew
it was Jesus, but He vanished from their view.

'Did not our heart burn within us, ' they said
then up they got and off to Jerusalem sped.
Found the disciples and said 'It is true.'
The Lord is risen and we've seen Him too.

poem by Royston
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Extra Tall

Make up your mind.
Decide the moment has come,
For you to consider sacrificing your time.
With a determination to concentrate,
On that which is for you most wanted...
To eliminate those dates you make,
And undo procrastinaton.

Dismiss hesitation to forget the wait.
And do what it takes to get your desires done.
No one else but you can make your dreams come true.
Just know this...
Allowing a time to arrive has nothing to do with this.

And before you notice it,
It wasn't about time at all!

It was about you!
And how your mind was used.
With a doing that made you stand.
To walk grand as if you were extra tall.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Moons Ago

This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
I remember having those ambitions,
To possess and impress.
With a wealth of good health,
And youthfulness.

This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
The pace of life seemed a bit slower.
And those with beliefs of it being,
Never too late to pursue dreams
Procrastinated with excuses made.

Dreams,
Whether done day ot night
Have their way of accepting a delay,
Of an appearance to have them touched.
When carrying a basketfull of priorities
To put them off as temporary necessities,
Time will give to see them produced.

This time and in this moment,
As I reflect with an aging process
I have learned to respect
A hesitatiing to put off that which I wish to do.
But not to do them,
Seems to me to be a bit foolish.

Since there is nothing I will sit in waiting,
For an approval to be made.
Or an acceptance to be given.
I've earned that right,
In the seeking to please the life I live.
I have earned that right,
To like or dislike what I choose.

This time and in this moment,
My wishes as they are
Have given me a gratefulness,
To feel blessed and thankful
For a basicness that brings to me the most joy.
That many moons ago I did not know!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Than Just Exposure

More than just exposure.
My needs are to connect.
There is no flattery blinding me.
My mission is totally circumspect.

Prudent are my movements.
Precise are the intentions meant.
Forward is my pace.
Whatever it takes...
To replace the commonness,
Of accepted waste.

More than just exposure.
My needs are to connect.
There is no flattery blinding me.
My mission is totally circumspect.
Totally I choose to remain focused,
On what it is I must do next.
To afford that progress.
No matter the difficulty of those steps.

One affected with a purpose,
Is challenged by obstacles...
That allows little time,
Found to rest and reflect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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journey With Thousand Miles

A journey to the thousand miles
begins in the first single step

step by step
pace by pace
inch by inch
pant by pant

until man loses breath
and consciousness in the middle
of the race

why not aiming
a half-mile journey or even less
for a fire-sure-goal hits
before losing distant -running breath

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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0009 A palinode

and there was this one
which I was particularly proud of
where I thought I’d caught
just the right pace, then
the change of pace when
the poem goes deeper
and then the perfectly chosen metaphor
with a rallentando
which made it musical
and ended it just
knock-’em-flat
sheer poetry

then last night
I read your poems
for the first time in oh fifty years
and there it was
almost identical and
I realised where I’d got it from
and the part of me that
wasn’t bruised ego wept inwardly without naming any cause

and maybe when I’ve recovered
and demoted my poem in
the collected works of pride
I’ll marvel at the power of poetry even if yours not mine
which can lie low in the mind
for fifty years and not only that
but may well, and here we should be careful
but reflective, respectful even awed,
have subtly infinitesimally but significantly
like some homeopathic almost unquantifiable tincture,
altered my whole life. For fifty years.

now that’s something

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season

By: jimmy buffett
1974
Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storms comin soon
I passed out in my hammock
And God I slept til way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldnt have to look far
I knew I could use a bloody mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar
Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I cant run at this pace very long
Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
Theres somethin about this sunday
Its a most peculiar gray
Strollin down the avenue thats known as a1a
Feelin tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldnt last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on my beach and then I made up this song
Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I cant run at this pace very long
Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
Theres white caps on the ocean
And Im watchin for waterspouts
Its time to close the shutters
Its time to go inside
In a week Ill be in gay paris
Thats a mighty long airplane ride
Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I cant run at this pace very long
Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
Coda:
Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I mark the pace praying

I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
and still it’s as if I am in the dark
and nothing can ever beat the misery.

I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
try to wash my life clean,
do not loose my head
and still I remain blacker than burned out ash
and do not know how to stop my sin
(when I find myself I sin again) –and I mark the pace praying-

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: Wisdom of Life

The higher up you climb a taller pole,
The taller tree you climb: perils evoke;
A ladder’s higher rungs shouldn’t be one’s goal;
The wind is strong up there, so is your yoke!

A faster pace can make you slip sometime;
A shorter time to do makes you tired;
The aim to win shouldn’t be emotion prime;
For you end up prematurely retired.

For everything in life, there is a pace;
For everything in life, there is a time;
And everyone in life can’t win a race;
And everyone his life can’t make sublime.

Sometimes, life’s lower rungs appear the best!
But keep your cool and soul: God does the rest.

poem by John Celes
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Don't Run

DON’T RUN

Don’t run
There’s no need to run
Your running days are over-

Walk to where you go slowly
Look up at the sky
Look around you at the beauty of the world

Walk at your own pace
When you get to where you get
You will get there-

Walk at your own pace now
So long as you can
There will come a time
When this too will be taken from you.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Watershed

Thought I knew my mind
Like the back of my hand
The gold and the rainbow
But nothing panned out as I planned
And they say only milk and honeys
Gonna make your soul satisfied
Well I better learn how to swim
Cause the crossing is chilly and wide
Twisted guardrails on the highway
Broken glass on the cement
A ghost of someones tragedy
How recklessly my time has been spent
They say that its never too late
But you dont, you dont get any younger
Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness
And feed the hunger
Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agonys your heaviest load
Youll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When youre learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while
And theres always retrospect
(when youre looking back)
To light a clearer path
Every five years or so I look back on my life
And I have a good laugh
You start at the top
Go full circle round
Catch a breeze
Take a spill
But ending up where I started again
Makes me wanna stand still
Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agonys your heaviest load
Youll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When youre learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while
Stepping on a crack
Breaking up and looking back
Til every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait
Til every step you take becomes a twist of fate
Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agonys your heaviest load
Youll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When youre learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while
Up on the watershed
Standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agonys your heaviest load
Youll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When youre learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while
And when youre learning to face
The path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Run! Chase! Do

Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.

With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?

Run! Chase! Do...
On borders of disorder,
Run.
With time wasted making life shorter.

Run! Chase! do...
Find that perfect place,
Where all headaches are erased.

Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.

And...
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?

And if not approved...
Will a disappointment allow a follow-up,
More accepted in its place?

Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
Do...
To get done.
To hate it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey I and II

A journey that's made for the last time
Is poignant with thoughts of time past
Of people of moments of pictures
Sad to think this time is the last

A journey that's made for the first time
Is of scenes that pass by in a rush
No background, no substance, no meaning
Quick sketches with a broad brush

A journey that's made in the middle
Is tedium where the views are unseen
To get on, to pass by, to ignore
Insignificance born of routine

A journey that's made in the end
Is a trial borne day after day
To accept, to assist, to politely endure
Wasting one's interest away

A journey's that only made once
Is a privilege, not labour of love
To record, to appreciate, to absorb
And all of those verses above

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Journeys made by design
Are private attempts at fulfilment
To seek, to acquire, to perspire
At a painful pace of achievement

Journeys made in your mind
Are vital to real life success
To invent, to dispute, to evolve
Make our thinking progress

Journeys made in your soul
Result in new ways of seeing
Listening, guessing and smelling
Add body to your method of being.

poem by Peter Fox
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A Mother's Mistake

How many wives have you taken to bed?
At last count it was seven you wed.
And was there not one to make you content?
You picked up and left. There you went
in search of another to take their place
and why the hurry? Why the quick pace?

Perhaps you'd be better to be alone,
never to share all that you own.
For none made you happy. None brought you joy.
Or was it the opposite? Were they just a toy
to be discarded when they became a bore?
I think seven's enough. You don't need more.

You never needed to have a wife.
Born to be a bachelor all of your life.
And yet you look for another I see.
Are you looking for someone to be like me?
There's none like your mother. That you must know.
I made a mistake by spoiling you so.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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What Went Wrong?

living life! it's as hard as can be
don't know whats come over me.
trying desperatly to expand my mind
seem to be running out of time.

you showed me what paradise can be
then you set my heart free
to wander endlessly.

so i roamed this world in search of true love
as the love from above.

can we figure out what went wrong
when our love was growing strong.
what made it get so weak
when i thought, it was at its peak.

i looked in your eyes and saw
the love that you had inside
and the excitement when you saw my face
bubbling up in a frenzied pace.

now all i see is a silent stare
and it looks as if you no longer care.

what went wrong? i have to ask!
was it that i was too busy trying to make a life.
and forgot to show my feelings to my wife.
and if that is the case!
everything else i will push away
just so that you will stay.

'so please' help me to find the way.

poem by Louis Rams
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Set Your Own Pace - Make Your Own Peace

Take the time for peace
Even the peace within yourself
No one can touch that part of you
Thoughts of your past, in all things you would do

Keep pace, within your own heart
Forgive and forget, make that fresh start
Give a hug and steal a kiss
Don't ever forget, that matrimonial bliss

So forge ahead
Set the pace
Be the first to keep the peace
Breathe in, breathe out
Making love, still is what lifes'
All about

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Don't Say That Too Loudly

What on 'Earth' are they doing,
With their shovels below?
And doing it in such a frantic pace.

'Trying their best to escape from reality.
And hoping they will chase the effects away.'

By digging themselves into a deeper hole?

'Sssshhh.
Don't say that too loudly.
They will isolate you in a minute.
Hearing anything connected to the truth,
Will immediately offend them.'

Oh?
Our feet are up here and placed on solid ground.
And I should have fears they will isolate 'me'?

'Don't say another word.
Let them stick to their beliefs.
Who knows,
What a digging deeper in complete darkness...
Will eventually to them teach.'

Well...
Maybe one day they will see the forest,
AND the trees.

'At the pace that they are keeping? '

Comeon.
Don't be so negative.

'Trust me...
If I had not been observant and optimistic,
I'd too would have had a shovel custom made.
With a bragging done of how my credit was 'A' rated.'

Well...
Maybe one day they will see the forest,
AND the trees.

'At the pace that they are keeping?
They will never get to see a picture of it.'

Sssshhh.
Don't say that too loudly.
Logic is not what they are pursuing.

'Well...
I don't want to lose any I have left.
You stay and watch them.
I have other things to do.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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