Threatened By Ambiguity
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
Uncertain are many,
Who believe their traditions...
Maintain a cemented fix to truths.
Uncertain they are,
How far a kept stubbornness...
Will keep facts off their tracks,
As a return to plastic satisfactions...
Seem never again to revisit to relive intact.
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
With a weakening of pretentions.
And there is nothing on the horizon,
That validates a relief...
From fears that have increased.
As those foundations symbolized all their lives...
Begin falling to pieces as beliefs in them decrease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Uncertain- And Because Of This
LIFE IS UNCERTAIN
Life is uncertain-
And because of this we live in anxiety and fear-
The strong shape the future as best they can
But even they cannot overcome all Time and Circumstance-
Life is uncertain-
Writing a poem is not knowing where it will end
Or the way a line should be stressed
Or whether it’s writer is right to write this now.
Life is uncertain
In the smallest and in the greatest things-
Our life our death-
What will be with our loved ones-
If some of us pray to God so strongly
It is also because we need help with that uncertainty –
Lonely as we are
Afraid as we are
Uncertain as we are-
We pray to God
To help us make our way wisely
In this uncertain world.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dragged Behind Them In Sacks
It is difficult to accept,
A restructuring of beliefs.
Especially when those beliefs,
Were thought to be cemented...
In concrete.
But the crumbling of foundations,
As seen are no longer rumored.
And the ones once reprimanded,
By pointing out their observations...
Seem not to be the ones running,
Seeking to find safe shelter...
To protect their pretentions.
Or denials dragged behind them in sacks,
As kept evidence of their loyalty and devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncertain Is A Hand To Destiny
uncertain is a hand to success
uncertain is a hand to lottery
uncertain is a hand to richness
uncertain is a hand to luck
uncertain is a hand to certainty of impermanence
wow! life is a bridge to uncertainty to oneness(+ and -)
Uncertain
You tell me to find another.
The tone of your words say your uncertain.
The look you give as you say this,
tells me of your vaugeness.
I'm uncertain of why you do this.
When you know what there is between us.
Yet you choose the seperation.
I curse this uncertain turn of loneliness.
Is it because you're scared of what's so blatant?
The love we feel. Is it far too real?
You tell a lie, and then deny.
What I feel you hide inside.
I should believe the words you said.
Then I look and just see dread.
That your heart will never mend.
If we were and it ends.
I'm so uncertain of this truth.
When will reality break on through?
I hope you realize there's no better.
You're the sweetest woman since my mother.
I've seen them all, I've had a few.
All I really want is you.
It's so uncertain.
I may never know.
If you love me just tell me so.
poem by Michael McParland
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You know, people talk about this being an uncertain time. You know, all time is uncertain. I mean, it was uncertain back in - in 2007, we just didn't know it was uncertain. It was - uncertain on September 10th, 2001. It was uncertain on October 18th, 1987, you just didn't know it.
quote by Warren Buffett
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Direct Correcting
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
To obtain experience,
And gain a knowledge that transcends...
Where an 'awareness' accepted,
Once had been.
Rarely opens all minds at the same time.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
With a defense mechanism,
That stalled like a wall...
The coming in of a comprehension.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
But every now and then,
I can not just sit and pretend...
I am accepting of anyone's delivery to receive,
From them...
A blinding disrespect without my direct correcting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Running The Race
Living life is like running a race
You have to go on and live each day
With courage and hope no matter what you face
Whatever the seasons that may come your way.
Life is a marathon as you keep on running
Each step is a choice and a gamble
The future is uncertain yet you keep going
The risks are many and sometimes you stumble.
But with family and friends by your side
You find strength to do it and go on
Running the race with God as your Guide
You find the finish line is there and you have won!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Juggler
Eyes recollect facts, won't forget,
store, integrate, restore on cue,
respond beyond horizons flecked
with amber, honey, turquoise, blue,
can juggle concepts pole to pole.
From fears unmet to hopes as yet
unanswered [s]he advances through
fields full of feelings most neglect,
or, worse, reject as threat unto
their omnipresent self-control.
The optic nerve, cone, baton decked,
free from Bell's Palsy, signals to
the brain correcting each defect,
synapses jumped as kangaroo,
help understand life's parabole.
Free to connect to cause/effect,
eyes catalyze, pursue, review,
insight may fancy's flights project
anticipate inventions new
strange spun to change fun future's role.
Where most fears fret, impatient bet
on overlooked, uncertain clue,
there joy elects to intersect
causal rainbows few see through,
connecting halves to make true whole.
Beyond appearances sights set,
explore new interactions to
key into every side effect
induced by links or pattern flow
which show dimensions which may role
reverse as juggler can collect
multi-coloured palette. Who
decodes expects to recollect.
the ways life's [t]issues link into
weird causal web which rigmarole
appears to most who swift forget
truths taught, who, vain, vain dreams pursue.
Experience learns to expect
perspectives, twists and insights new,
surrenders search for strict control.
Strife, blunders, debt, aside set, whet
the appetite for wonders too
diverse to mention, silhouette
may by mind's eye be conjured to
image sublime, life's cherry bowl.
(19 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Right Sir Blight
Whats right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Eyes keep driving the nails in through
And keeps my mind occupied, its all right
Right sir blight
Slipping into the dark of things
My sick worlds never been sound
Lacerations, degenerating now
Right sir blight
Staring into a solemn fate
Into a forest of blight
Dont preach youre a saint till youre crucified
Right sir blight
Whats right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Dont preach youre a saint till youre crucified
Right sir blight
song performed by by Uranium 235
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The Other Side Of Life
(david gates)
So, as you go to find yourself
Dont look too hard
You may pass yourself by
Reaching too high
Wanting the other side of life
And as you go to take your place
Dont go too fast
Just pretend theres no end
Make yourself last
til the other side of life
One day youll find your restless
Searching at an end
Youll think the world has changed
But its just you my friend
So, as you go to please your heart
Please take your time
Someones waiting there too
Waiting for you
On the other side of life
Hes waiting for you
On the other side of life, ooh, ooh, ahh, ooh
Hes waiting for you
On the other side of life
Hes waiting for you
On the other side of life
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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A threatened nation can react to uncertain dangers solely through administrative channels, to the truly embarrassing situation of perhaps overreacting.
quote by Jurgen Habermas
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Inspired By God
All of Scripture is God inspired, thus useful for our daily walk,
For by God it’s more than desired, that our life reflect our talk.
Teaching, correcting and training, in the way of righteousness,
All spoken by Him pertaining, to a Christian’s walk of holiness.
Equipped for the work of God, for Christ our Savior up above,
As we travel the earthly sod, showing a world the Savior’s love.
Furnished by the Word and Spirit, to reach into the outer parts,
With the Gospel to all who hear it, as His Spirit changes hearts.
The very words that we preach, within this lifetime, to everyone,
Are those that the Spirit will teach, to all who labor for The Son.
Being taught the essential Truth, of all the Living Word of God,
To live our life as living proof, everywhere on the earth we trod.
Even correction comes to us, through The Word when we read,
Guiding all who place their trust, in that Living Word, they heed.
Correcting all who go astray, wandering off the blessed course,
Lead back to God’s Narrow way, through the all Eternal Source.
Trained in the Truths of Eternity, that has their origin in The Lord,
And began before you and me, which will continue forevermore.
His training never has an end, when we begin to walk with Christ,
Learning from an eternal friend, what carries on into Eternal Life.
Play all part
Fool is having two wives
Still pathetically he lives
Life may go on with same assigned role
Peace may never be had even if called
Is the life not like circus?
Everything is like mirage and minus
Yet we strive hard to maintain dignity
May be life is another name for continuity
In circus we play all parts
Limited time to play and depart
Yet leave behind the simple fact
Life has to be based on real acts
No one can afford to take it lightly
As some has said it rightly
Life is so uncertain and not in our hand
Everybody must be treated as close or friend
As show nears the end with long applauds
You have mission accomplishment and feel proud
No one may ever think of hazards involved
As life is known to have some facts to revolve around
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Seems Uncertain
It seems uncertain
I wish it was forgone
To know the version
That made life go wrong
Wish I had a clue
What rearranged our molecules
Mostly wondering
It seems uncertain
In times of trouble
Everyone joins a team
No one waves a flag
For all human beings
No ones excited
Unless they are divided
Someones going to have to give in
It seems uncertain
Id like to be
One of the faithful millions
But what I see
Is an excuse for the killing
Your denomination
Should be a private thing
How about a spirit
For all human beings
How could something well guided
Turn out to be divisive
Mostly wondering
It seems uncertain
song performed by by 311
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The Poem Of Our Life Is An Uncertain Poem
THE POEM OF OUR LIFE IS AN UNCERTAIN POEM
The poem of our life is an uncertain poem
Who knows what the day will bring?
We pray to G-d always for help and kindness
But not every day is the day we want it to be.
In this day too in worry and fear in hope and anxiety
I begin-
And pray to God it will be blessed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Home By The Sea
Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesnt feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down sit down
As we relive out lives in what we tell you
Let us relive out lives in what we tell you
Sit down sit down sit down
Cos you wont get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days - sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you
song performed by by Genesis
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Are We Not At Our Best
Are we not at our best,
When upset and protesting...
Against that which we let,
Slip yet further to another step taken...
That gets us closer into a depth,
Bypassed without correcting.
And are we not at out best,
When conveniently forgetting...
With selected memories,
A truth to us had been spoken...
But we chose when told of it,
To disbelieve as we did what we pleased.
And even though we today protest,
A wasting of precious time we find...
To detest what had been suggested.
With a doing just to prove,
We can cement ourselves with a stubbornness.
While refusing to remove those delusions,
We seek to promote no matter how remote they are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferred Distractions
If you have recently discovered,
You have become one of many people...
Who have awakened to ask,
'What is going on? '
And you are dismayed and distraught by it?
Why concern yourself with the facts of life now?
Crawl back into your shell.
Denial hasn't kept you from redecorating.
And those in denial always find a way,
To address their beliefs to keep themselves...
In preferred distractions to attract whatever it is,
They stubbornly keep intact as a reality kept protected.
And who has the right to say,
A reality that affects the lives of everyone...
Is a reality everyone 'should' accept and MUST face?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is A Poem Without Irony or Ambiguity
THIS IS A POEM WITHOUT IRONY AND AMBIGUITY
This is a poem without irony and ambiguity -
Without any clever contradictions
Or wise paradoxes-
A simple straightforward expression of my gratitude to G-d
For the blessing of a grandchild born-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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