Through Mud That Cheapens
Using someone who has been fully awake,
Is difficult to perceive...
For those who have been skating,
Through their lives.
With their eyes miraged on an oasis.
And equally,
It is not easy to take...
Those who fake their lives to live,
On a day to day basis.
Seeking a slice of homemade apple pie.
Or a taste of deliciously baked chocolate cake.
To see things as they are...
Few do!
And that is understood,
By the many escape mechanisms...
Many can pick from which to choose.
But to continue to use someone fully awake,
Eventually leaves feelings left to be hurt.
To experience heartache.
With the dragging of someone's integrity,
Unnecessarily through mud that cheapens.
And with a weakening done by a slinging of dirt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Know Love
You've got to know love...
To exit and escape,
The introduction of heartache.
Love isn't fake!
Or a slice of frosted cake baked.
Ready for an opinion,
To please a discriminating taste.
Love takes forgiveness animated.
Shown...
And not debated.
Unrated to amazed.
And when it is delicious...
Love can get vicious!
To leave a once fit mind,
Helplessly defined as whipped and crazy.
You've got to know love...
To exit and escape,
The introduction of heartache.
Love isn't fake!
Or a slice of frosted cake baked.
Ready for an opinion,
To please a discriminating taste.
These are not those days,
To leave precious crumbs...
Laid around on assorted plates.
You've got to know love,
With a patience unlike none other.
If you want it shared...
To keep you fed,
With it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some-Fake-A Baked Cake
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
A peaceless sleep...
Like many who walk 'mean' streets.
No I wont have,
None of that!
Strung out on dope,
Because I can't cope.
No I don't have,
None of that to keep me off track.
Or,
Make an impact.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
Psychotic I'm not...
Like the ones who worry a lot.
Or hooked on smoking pot.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have,
That which I don't!
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have,
That which I don't!
Even though...
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
And I wont have...
None of that.
Even though...
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
And I wont have...
None of that.
No!
I wont have...
None of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy Made Cake
Easy made cake...
Doesn't taste,
Homemade.
An easy made cake...
Doesn't taste,
Homemade.
Or does it age...
Like a fine wine.
Made from grapes,
Picked and saved...
Off of a selected vine.
Easy made cake...
Doesn't taste,
Homemade.
Or have a flavor staying,
In one's mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is a creative endeavor. It is active, not passive. We are the yeast that leavens our lives into rich, fully baked loaves. When we experience our lives as flat and lackluster, it is our consciousness that is at fault. We hold the inner key that turns our lives from thankless to fruitful. That key is "Blessing."
quote by Julia Cameron
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Self Healers
Wouldn't it be great,
If our lives were as delicious...
As that favorite frosted baked cake.
And we shared a taste with those we loved.
Careful not to waste a crumb of it.
Anywhere or at anytime.
But sooner or later realities are faced.
And many enjoy taking time away from others,
To detail each agony that takes place in their lives.
As if the only life experience to have...
Are the ones dramatized and exposed.
There are some folks who live to have those.
Some are accustomed to the attention.
While others are self healers.
And this is out of necessity!
Since they play the role of listener.
And that expectation comes with a demand,
To put their own feelings aside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's also helpful to realize that this very body that we have, that's sitting right here right now... with its aches and it pleasures... is exactly what we need to be fully human, fully awake, fully alive.
quote by Pema Chodron
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Life Itself
"It is that life itself, fully awake, fully active,
fully aware that it is alive. It is spiritual wonder."
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation
Dark rain penetrates
tender leaves, swell spirits, sparks
dormant roots to life.
Like a god, Your star
ascends; with wonder and grace
shines Your mighty face!
poem by Steven Federle
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The Dark Temptation
When the sweet dish
just melts in one’s mouth
one then tends to cherish
the tasty chocolate mousse
When one drinks milkshake
especially the chocolate one
one says, ”What a tasty make! ”
and asks” How was it done? ”
When one eats a chocolate cake
they say, ”The cake was damn good”
they ask”Please tell us how it was baked
So that we can make it if we could”
But what is the main ingredient
in these superb deserts?
“Its chocolate”- THE BRILLIANT
that adds magic to these deserts
the dish then due to chocolate
becomes a temptation
and even though one is not hungry to eat a plate
he cannot undergo any restrictions
As just the sight of chocolate
makes one’s mouth to water
one is just then unable to stop oneself
and eats it like a mad-eater
It’s the taste, the taste that makes it different
the taste that’s beyond description
Hence chocolate is and will be and will always be meant
to be:
THE WORLD’S GREATEST TEMPTATION
poem by Hansika Subramanian
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I don't exactly know what it means to be ready. A cake when the oven timer goes off? Am I fully baked, or only half-baked?
quote by Jessica Savitch
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If This Would Mean An End To A Chase
I wish I could issue rose glasses to those in need.
Those hoping to get a taste of that dangling carrot.
Or a slice of apple pie topped with homemade icecream.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
I wish I could purchase enough peppermint sticks,
To dip in minted tea...
For all of those wishing a life lived in comfort and luxury.
Wouldn't it be nice to see on TV...
Parents laughing and singing with their children happily,
While engaged as a family living life peacefully.
I wish I could issue rose glasses to those in need.
Those hoping to get a taste of that dangling carrot.
Or a slice of apple pie topped with homemade icecream.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
To live their lives as they see fit.
Without the constant bombardment,
Of being fed nonsense.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance Leads To Comprehension To Digest
Acceptance leads to comprehension to digest.
To learn and progress with an understanding.
It has to be difficult to achieve for anyone who believes...
A picking to choose their own experiences,
Leaves them with an expanded vision.
And many eventually pay exorbitant fees,
Just to keep their limited perceptions isolated...
And unfulfilling,
To discover their lives have been deprived of adventure.
As others choose their lives to live free of enforced restrictions.
'I'm very impressed you have a PHd.
However...
Why do you leave your shoes untied?
Aren't you afraid you invite a 'trip'?
Or had you thought about this to prevent a fall? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Fearful To Fully Grasp
It is much easier for me,
To be very patience with a child...
Asking questions about life.
Than it is for me to answer,
Those same questions asked...
By one who appears to be an adult.
But has a mind of a child.
And the simple aspects of life,
They have yet to experience.
Or too fearful to fully grasp,
With a faith they claim to have...
To explore and adventure.
A living of life to fake it...
Is difficult to explain,
To anyone seeking how best to live it...
On their terms AND with expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All That's Left
All that’s left
Are two chairs
Empty wine glasses
And a slice of chocolate cake
Mosquitoes now swarm like memories
Over an unfinished dream
We were there
Two people
On two chairs
Wine and chocolate cake
It’s late now
Bamboo patches dark and dangerous
We left in laughter
Came in tears
Two people
Two glasses and chocolate cake
Our words like colours
On an empty canvass
poem by Wesley Gibbings
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Dreams
for things that we cannot have
for people that we love but we cannot hug
for the solutions of the problems that we have learned to set aside for a while
for places we wish to go and yet can't take a step beside their shores
for wounds to heal
for things we have forgotten
for our dead ancestors who wish to speak to us again
for some precautions
for our suppressed desires
for those we bury while we are awake
for our escape to fantasy
for our imaginations to run wild chasing rainbows
for our dead love ones
for those who wish to be with us again
for the floating experience on baby pink clouds
marshmallow feelings and black forest cake sweetness
for all these wishes
weary and weak, i close my eyes
and then
i welcome all my dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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In the Meaning of Love
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the dawning comes to leave us.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the moonlight leaves the night.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To see all the love we're missing.
Doing everything...
To breakup and find another.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the dawning comes to leave us.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the moonlight leaves the night.
And all lights are turn out...
To keep a fuss with backbiting!
Can we shake ourselves awake?
From seeding clouds with hatred.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
From deeds like that,
That do much harm.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To welcome sunrays from above.
And will we all find what's there,
In the meaning of love!
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the dawning comes to leave us.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the moonlight leaves the night.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To see all the love we're missing.
Before its too late...
To bake a cake and make up!
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To welcome sunrays from above.
Will we all find what's there,
In the meaning of love!
Will we all find what's there,
In the meaning of love!
Could we ever find what's there?
In the meaning of love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are Here To Do and Not Leave Undone
I have soooo much to be thankful for.
So many blessings.
Heartache, pain and struggle,
Are parts of all of our lives.
If we only understood,
we (a collective 'we') ...
Are here to overcome our challenges.
And not be succumbed by them!
If we choose to win...
We must stay in it,
With an expectation we can identify
As a success achieved!
An acceptance of what 'is'...
Would keep us moving forward,
Seeking fun and happiness.
And committed to be accountable...
For all of our actions.
And being productive...
Regardless of the circumstances.
Or...
We can choose to remain seduced by fear and limitation!
If we let go and let God do His/Her or Its 'thing'
In our lives...
More wholesome ones we would live.
Without believing we have control.
And we do...
Hold onto those emotions.
To select and remove the bitter from the sweet!
For an incomplete experience!
And experiences should teach,
All those who have truthfully embraced a consciousness.
That delivers to us our observations.
We are here to do,
And not leave undone...
Any assignment God has given!
We can only offer our stubbornness,
To reminisce regrets.
Protecting us in shelters...
Of a falseness that introduces more sorrow.
And for those holding on like that...
Tomorrow never comes to enlighten!
Inspired by:
Frances Jeffrey McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Ms Frances'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Statistically Speaking
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
From the viewpoint of a human being...
I detect us humans,
Are the least important things,
On this Earth.
And the water, grass and trees...
Are the 'real' things,
Mother Nature wishes more to treat!
I perceive our existence here,
Is not so high on the list.
Since we are an experiment.
Even though we choose to think of ourselves,
As the center of the universe.
And here to live in a permanence!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We leech and feed,
Off what nature offers.
We know nothing but conflict!
And this chaos we foster.
There are laws created to discriminate.
Yet we discuss things loved...
And show how much we despise and hate.
We infiltrate and pillage,
Lands where others live.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With faith we fake brotherhood!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Believing prayer delivers escape!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
And cry like spoiled children!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With no guilt of remorse to eliminate...
The taste of life,
Made of just frosted cake!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We treat ourselves and others like sheep!
To fleece the wool.
Because we're full of bull!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone,
Sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's a good boy?
A chocolate cake with frosting ice
is on the table tempting me.
I sit and think it would be nice
to eat it up entirely.
I dare not even have a slice
because it is not meant for me.
I’m not prepared to pay the price,
I know how angry Mom would be.
Perhaps she does not realise
that it amounts to cruelty.
To see that cake before my eyes
and know it is forbidden me.
I must resist I know I should
it is not easy being good.
27-Dec-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Awake, My Heart
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!
She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:
Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,
Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
And if thou tarry from her, - if this could be, -
She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;
For thee would unashamed herself forsake:
Awake, to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!
Awake! The land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree;
And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
Lo, all things wake and tarry and look for thee:
She looketh and saith, "O sun, now bring him to me.
Come, more adored, O adored, for his coming's sake,
And awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!"
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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