Thoroughbred
That steep hill you climb...
With that backpack on your back,
Strapped like that and packed?
And those without hint or clue,
Bet against you and laugh?
Entertaining themselves,
At the expense of your pain.
Misunderstanding...
That strength within you,
Locked tight on the sight of your aim!
With every step you take forward...
That may take a slower pace,
To leave their laughing behinds behind...
You are moving.
They are not!
Even though they make attempts,
To make you the biggest fool that is known!
Keep your focus.
Face those obstacles.
And embrace whatever it takes!
In time your faith will be shown.
You will get a chance to lighten your load.
It is inevitable...
When one is determined,
One creates and does not fake success!
Not when it has been publicly addressed,
And witnessed.
Nothing you do has to be expressed.
It will dismiss those who rolled to the ground...
In sidesplitting laughter!
You may even see a jaw dropp or two!
And perhaps embarrassed silence...
As you pass downcast eyes.
Proving to their surprise,
How a prized thoroughbred...
Could be in their midst.
And have them feeling like losers?
It certainly was not planned that way.
This certainly had not been their intention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fix Your Own Wreckage
You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.
Even those who knew my struggles,
Did not trouble themselves to be curious.
Nor when they witnessed my crawling on knees,
To me not one expressed concern or interest.
You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.
Call me selfish!
Call me whatever you please.
But nowhere around were you...
When a healing began with a kept faith within me.
You fix your own wreckage.
And make 'that' your opportunity,
To appreciate your life...
With a making of less excuses done so easily.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laughter In The Rain.
We use to have it,
Long long time ago.
We use to reach for it.
But now it’s no more.
It was our pride,
Having laughter in the rain,
With nothing to hide,
We made it plain.
How stunning it was laughing in the rain.
Laugh like a drain,
Like a baby with no stain.
Yes!
I felt like a child
Felt it like a lady that is not wild.
Having laughter in the rain with you,
Hand in hand walking on the street with you.
In all times you hold me tight.
To make me feel alright.
Laughter always in my mouth.
`Cause you always with me no matter what.
How stunning,
Having laughter in the rain.
No cunning,
We made every thing plain.
Sit on the couch laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing.
To ease the pain.
Having laughter in the rain.
Laughter in the rain,
Sadness of our pain.
It was a pleasure.
It is a treasure.
And I am sure
It is nothing you will not want to measure.
Our laughter in the rain.
The many tears we cried over and over again.
It is something maybe good.
Everyone thought we could,
Take it to the next level if we would.
I remember thousand of the droplet tears
The holding and cuddling to take off the fears.
Titter to make us laugh.
Titillate me to get me down.
Laughter in the rain.
Took away our pain.
But now it is no more.
We lost it long time ago.
It was our pride.
It was with us every time we ride
Laughter in the rain.
poem by Chinwendu Ibeh
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Length Of Its Visit
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake who does what and when.
Or how long it may take,
For those undecisive to make up their minds.
Those aging as time flys by them,
Seem to take a more notice of it drifting away.
And with an impatience shown towards those,
Wishing they knew of a remedy...
To keep themselves with time favored.
As if to flavor it with youthful flattery.
By a nipping or two to keep something tucked.
While time gives them more it to strut their stuff.
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake.
No matter how much moisterizing,
Is applied to disguise track marks on one's face.
Only time taken to make good use of it,
Seems to deliver to those doing it left...
With a comprehension of the benefits.
Without trying to erase its existence.
And acknowledging whatever it is,
They have been given to witness...
Isn't sitting around awaiting for them,
To make decisions on the length of its visit.
And who knew time could care less,
How with limits it is addressed.
To dismiss or curtail its effectiveness.
Time does come to leave when it pleases.
Regardless who accepts or denies what it is,
Whenever it blesses with its presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Clue Or Hint
I love it when people make attempts,
To compare themselves...
With others living in totally different,
Environments.
I love it when it is believed,
An exchange of experiences can be done.
With an evaluation,
That validates...
An assumption from a mouth that comes.
I love it when people believe they can critique.
Based upon comfort zones,
Those of limited mindsets...
Rarely and infrequently leave.
I love it when those pass their judgements on others.
Without a clue or hint,
What others endure...
To face and remove those obstacles to them sent.
Or knows what one goes through,
To feed themselves, ...
Shelter, clothe or pay their 'own' bills AND the rent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Slower
Drive a little slower,
Take a look around,
Remember the houses,
The yellow stripes of time.
Walk a little slower,
Breathe in the fresh air,
Remember the look in strangers' eyes.
The glimpse into another's life.
Eat a little slower,
Take a moment to taste each taste,
Remember the server's name,
The complex simplicity of food.
Talk a littler slower,
Think about each word being said,
Remember each reply,
The interactions that form the day.
Move a little slower,
Pay attention to each muscle,
Remember how it feels,
The connect to the world.
Breathe a little slower,
Think about each breath,
Remember the heart beating in your chest,
The key to everything else.
Love a little slower,
Show your love and don't just say it,
Remember to put love above money,
The fuel to our success.
Laugh a little slower,
Really feel the emotion,
Remember to laugh often,
The relief from stress.
Dance a little slower,
Hold onto each word and note of music,
Remember the rhythm and beat,
The movements of life.
Live a little slower,
Take time to make your life what you want,
Remember that you only have one chance,
The choice to sit back or to live to the fullest.
Exist a little slower and you will know what happiness is.
By: Bethany M.
May 2,2012
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Embarrassed?
You seem to have no problem,
Admitting those things you've done.
Even those things not socially accepted,
Others in a similar position...
Would try to hide or lie about them to run.
But you...?
You almost seem to brag,
About those things that shock and stun.
Why is this?
People today expect remorse shown.
At least some sign of embarrassment.
But you...?
You want it known what you've done,
With an emphasis in expressed sentiments.
'Embarrassed?
Are you kidding?
Why should I be embarrassed,
To experience and adventure?
I've been blessed with life,
To explore and discover...
Those things for me that are right.
The walking on water to prove I can do miracles,
Has already been done by the Chosen One.
And IF I am going to be doing any walking on water,
It will be frozen to be witnessed by at least someone.
Embarrassed?
Are you kidding?
And I am certaily over qualified to run for politics.
I do not lie or deceive or pretend to do magic tricks.
Or use religion...
To deny my sins committed.
With a doing them over again...
To dilute a forgiveness to me that had been given.
Embarrassed?
You make me laugh.
You see those people over there,
Hanging their heads down in despair?
They are the ones embarrassed!
Not me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And Thats No Lie
But when the fire goes out
The dark starts moving in
And thats the truth
Right now youre on the stand
And I feel like the judge
Who needs the proof?
The slaves of truth
It was on every face in town
But I would not understand
Waiting for the news
Will it ever come my way?
I wont be beat, not in a thousand years
Ill never lose, if I can prove youre not the one
Just leave me now, youre making my blood run cold
The word is out, so go, your feet wont touch the ground
Now that she has gone
Ive got to shake the pain, act like a man
The sweetness thats inside
Will slowly die away
Who do you think you are? youre making a fool of me
Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end
Just shut your mouth, make room for someone new
So guess whos back, its happy jack, and thats no lie
How was I to know?
So discreet, no-one speaks
Take the word from here
If you play youve got to pray
Who do you think you are? youre making a fool of me
Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end
I wont be beat, not in a thousand years
Just leave me now, you make my blood run cold
The word is, the word is out
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Snowball
My baby took our love
And then she rolled it up
Rolled it up a hill
Like a ball of snow
Like a snowball grows
Until it gets too big
Until she lost control
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
And it rolled back down
She took a tiny bit
And rolled it up again
Slower than before
She went a step too far
She had to let it go
I saw it go straight down
My baby turned around
Started up again
Started up again
Started up again
Started up again
Eyes were made for looking
Hands were made for holdin
Hearts were made for lovin
Lips were made for kissin
Legs were made for walkin
Tracks were made to follow
Thats what Im gonna do
Two tracks
In the snow
Two tracks
Up that hill
My heart broke
When my baby left
Two tracks behind
song performed by by Devo
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Trashed
It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car and I was
Going down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stopwatch rolling
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive
And yet my mind was blowing
I drank a bottle of tequila and I felt real good
But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn
I went off exploring
I knew I wouldnt make it the car just wouldnt make it
I was turning the tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye
I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way
I had the wheels in motion
There was peter and the greenfly laughing like drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring I was at brands hatch
In my imagination
But at the canal turn I hit an oily patch
Inebriation
Ooh mr. miracle, you saved me from some pain
I thank you mr. miracle, I wont get trashed again
Ooh, can you hear my lies
Dont you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes
So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again
But there was no tequila
Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains
cause there was no tequila
And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill
We began to roll
And as we got trashed we were laughing still
Oh bless my soul
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Missed opportunities
Once opportunity missed means gone out of hand
Work remains undone as promised by friend
They are all missed and gone forever,
Will not come back again and lost for ever
Have you ever tried for bright carrier and success?
Constant thrust and work without any recess,
New avenues, areas and seeking complete access,
With calculated move without making excess,
Perfect seeding with good and honest intention
Sides all secured with full prevention,
Zeal coupled with enthusiasm for bright future,
Taking utmost care for ideas to nurture,
Never suffered a set back or even failure
Plugging all loop holes and making it sure
If today is missed then let it not tomorrow,
Happiness and joy on face not reflecting sorrow,
One step forward with two steps backward,
Journey should go on with aim forward,
No hurdles should block or make us to leave
Always look beyond………………….
Believe in self and work with own hands,
Never put blind faith even in friends,
May be not good but prove at the end,
Sufferings to be undergone with simple amends,
Today's work may not pave the way,
Bright future should have complete say,
Friends brought near and foe kept away,
Success to wed and failure not in pray,
There is no use crying over split milk,
If cotton is in store then why cry for silk?
Only concerted efforts with dedicated approach,
Why we need advice and lessons from coach?
Have a sense of good humour for good or bad,
Not to laugh at success and at failure not sad,
Uniform dealing at matters with determined will,
Success may lie at your feet but destiny not still
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Even A Fool Learns To Love
There was a time, the laughing time
I took my heart to every party
Theyd point my way
How are you today?
Will you make us laugh? chase our blues away?
Their funny man wont let them down
No, hed dance and prance and be their clown
That time, the laughing time
When even a fool learns to love
The clown turned around
And saw her smile, oh how she loved me
Shed clap her hands and beg me stay
To make her laugh, to make her life gay
Who wants the love of all the world
When here was love in the eyes of just one girl
That day, that precious day
When even a fool learns to love
But oh, how I dreamed, a marvelous dream
Where all of the heavens or so it had seemed
With thunderous applause looked down from above
On a clown and an angel so much in love
Ill stay with my dream, it takes such a dream
And even a fool learns to love
That day, that hateful day
The joke turned stale, the game was over
Those spiteful words oh, go away. who wants to play?
Its getting late now.
My world, my funny world
Had lost its mask and shown a broken heart
A time, a sour time
When even a fool learns to love
But oh, how I dreamed, a marvelous dream
Where all of the heavens or so it had seemed
With thunderous applause looked down from above
On a clown and an angel so much in love
Ill stay with my dream, it takes such a dream
And even a fool learns to love
song performed by by David Bowie
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A Little Rain Must Fall
Into each life a little rain must fall
and wash away the pain.
For without this rain that falls on you
you probably will refrain
from reaching the pinnacle before you
and learning what life's about.
There comes a time when all of us
will be faced with a crisis or two.
And this is when you'll be called upon
to figure out what to do.
You will be frightened and question yourself
'How will I make it through? '
One step at a time, one hill you will climb
is the only way to move.
And as you take this approach to life
it will help you to prove
that you've got what it takes to face it all
no matter what it may be.
For to sit back and not take a step
brings nothing but uncertainty.
So when that rain comes falling on you,
you do what you have to do.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Climb
Step by step I come closer to reaching the top
Every step must be placed so that I dont fall off
Looking down to see about how much higher I am
Another cool wind comes through, brushes my skin
The harder I pust the tension does grow
I gather my thoughts the further and further I go
With some luck I just might keep on climbing
So better to climb than to face a fall
So high the climb
Cant turn back now
Must keep climbing up to the clouds
So high the climb
Cant turn back now
Must keep climbing up to the clouds
Pulling myself up by a rop I better my view
The only thing in sight is what I must do
As I turned I could see myself falling
Which in teturn gave me strength for the climb
Chorus:
Although many failed
I must now prevail with no question
Have no time to stop
Onward to the top of the mountain
And I cant turn back now
Its so very high but I cant turn back now
If I keep it up, Im gonna make it
Im so very close cant you see
Chorus:
Im getting closer...
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Laughing
I'm laughing at your funny face
I'm laughing at this funny place
I'm laughing in my space
I'm laughing at a fast pace
I'm laughing and cannot stop
I'm laughing feeling the bop
I'm laughing at your top
I'm laughing with a cop
My stomach hurts
My cheeks are sore
Yet I want to laugh some more
Just want to laugh day and night
Want to laugh 'cause it feels alright
I'm laughing with Pat
I'm laughing at the cat
I'm laughing at the mat
I'm laughing as the cat sat
Giggle, Giggle, Giggle
Giggle, Giggle, Giggle
Giggle, Giggle.
©Copyright 2010 Willmington. All rights reserved
poem by Somniator Moon
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Belly and Thighs Need Not to Collide
I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.
I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.
Determination with a haste takes priority.
When a load begins to slow and start to show.
A belly and thighs need not to collide.
With a butt that grows and grows.
One's heart begins to know it,
Once attention is bestowed.
And eyes of passersby are frozen.
Staring with open mouths,
Hard to close!
I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.
A belly and thighs need not to collide.
With a butt that grows and grows.
One's heart begins to know it,
Once attention is bestowed.
And one who carries fat,
Can dropp it off their back!
To allow others walking on the sidewalk to pass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through Children’s Eyes
Through the world of the innocent,
everything is magnificent.
Yes, through a child’s eyes,
everything is filled with surprise.
Everything is fresh and new,
everything is like a clue,
A clue that makes their minds wonder,
what a beautiful world we live in
it has lightning and thunder.
Unlike the other side,
certain things do not reside.
No need for rain, or even pain,
they are still happy to be here,
to make us lighten up again.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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One's Success Felt
A feeling from one expressed,
And shown to another...
There is a caring that is addressed,
Is enough to leave one inspired...
With motivation.
Since one's success felt,
Usually ignites when others are pleased.
No matter how minimal or great the deed.
If 'someone' is there caring heights can be achieved.
And with a doing done not to impress...
But just to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equipped With One's 'A' Game
The road most traveled,
And one that is familiar on a daily basis...
Is the one that creates,
The biggest challenge few are left to debate.
It is too easy to take for granted,
That which one believes is well known.
And to stay awake and remaining equipped
With one's 'A' game...
Is something one accustomed to obstacles,
Has shown time and time again.
It only takes one mistake,
To ruin the flavor of an expected taste...
Of one's favorite cake and that's all it takes,
For one to regard a whole day a major catastrophe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This I Have I Been Shown
Remember those days,
Seeing people cross a street...
To avoid the ones hungry and homeless?
With a looking down from their held high noses,
As if to evaluate those in need.
Do you remember experiencing hard times,
Knee deep in troubles...
And those you knew abandoned you?
To leave you and wouldn't even speak...
IF they saw you on the street or anywhere publicly.
With their evaluations.
Do you remember getting up on your own two feet,
And determined to beat the odds?
Do you remember beating those odds,
To find yourself feeling blessed...
Confessing your gratefulness to those,
Who had not a clue who you were?
Although...
You remember those days,
Seeing them cross the street to avoid speaking?
But...
You have no problem at all assisting them,
As they experience homelessness and hunger.
And you are not there to evaluate.
Do you remember experiencing hard times,
Knee deep in troubles...
And those you knew abandoned you?
To leave you and wouldn't even speak...
IF they saw you on the street or anywhere publicly?
Do you remember those days keeping your faith,
When that was all that you had to display?
Wishing you could rub a dime in your pocket.
Do you remember giving your last five dollars away,
Knowing it was okay?
And WHO and WHAT knew what it took to make you happy.
With a delivering to you all your needs?
I do.
And I don't need a hint or a clue from anyone to know this.
Nor their self righteous evaluations.
And I take pride in knowing from where it was I came.
I've taken full responsibility for my actions,
With a pause to hesitate.
And I will never find blame to fault anyone,
For the most fantastic lessons I have ever learned.
I have long awakened to know,
The Creator does not always favor...
Those impeccably dress who detest others,
Given images to test as assignments...
To uncover where one's heart is located.
This I have been shown,
Many times.
And...
Most times those who find themselves,
In positions to evaluate others...
Can not escape from being assessed,
By tests they are unaware to them had been given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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