To Be Cherished
I'm not needing to be told,
I should have someone in my life...
Who will appreciate me for who I am.
I'm not needing to be told that at all.
I'm just not ready to share my time,
Trying to convince someone...
I am a treasure,
To be cherished for the rest of their life.
And I have not found a single person,
Prepared to believe it!
I even had someone in my life,
Trying to feed me deceit to nourish my needs.
'Don't you think your perception of yourself,
Is a bit conceited? '
Not at all.
If I am going to share my life with anyone...
And accept their imperfections?
They best be prepared for my own to be exposed.
And then again,
I have old fashion values.
There is something about being treated with respect,
That turns me on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Referees?
I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?
And then there are those,
Who say they're always prepared.
If it doesn't come,
Whatever they are prepared for...
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
'Just in case! '
Just in case?
Just in case of what?
Someone discovering,
They are a descendant of Mother Goose?
And the shoe they all lived in...
Was found to sit on an oil field?
And they have inherited wealth?
I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?
I was told as a child to always do my best.
Because you never know...
What's going to happen.
And have clean underwear on!
The clean underwear I understand.
The rest of that I don't!
What's going to happen?
An 'accident'?
Well...
There goes the clean underwear theory!
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
For whose benefit?
And when you are ready to deliver...
Will what you have prepared,
Be suitable for anyone's taste that is declared?
Suppose you know you have been ready.
And 'they' don't care how much you 'suppose'.
Who referees?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith and Jesus
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without a struggle.
Prepared to pick a fight!
Misgivings?
I had to leave.
Deceiving...
People,
Who left my heart to bleed!
Receiving?
More love to give!
Leaving behind me...
All the things negative!
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without struggle or fight.
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
Receiving?
More love to give!
Leaving behind me...
All the things negative!
And believing,
I had to see!
I held misery inside,
That grieved and troubled me!
Yes...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
Said...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without struggle!
Prepared to pick fight.
Misgivings?
I had to leave.
Deceiving...
People,
Who left my heart to bleed!
I'm living,
Stronger each day.
I've got what it takes..
To make sure what I've got,
Stays that way!
Hey...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready,
This time to make things right.
I had to get myself ready,
This time to make things right!
Pettiness is fading steady...
With faith and Jesus on my side!
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
I had to get myself ready...
Without a struggle!
Or a search to fight.
This time I'm more than ready,
Knowing what it takes to feed...
My growing appetite!
'Don't lock it up...
Let it out and rock it!
Collect the good that's offered you,
And share it from your pocket! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a 'Must' to Witness
Only those who are wishing to get away,
Are those who have never experienced life...
Away from themselves.
That's all that's about.
A routine they can easily change.
But there is a need to get away,
To do it!
To other environments,
They have not themselves created.
And in their minds there is an observation,
Of similarities.
Only to discover 'who' they are.
To return from where they started.
But this time...
Some of life has been explored.
And be prepared...
Yes. You!
Be prepared.
They are going to bore you with their 'findings'.
As if a child with a new toy,
'You' have not seen before.
And it's a 'must' to witness.
Since their excitement,
Will generate within them a happiness.
And be prepared...
Yes. You!
Be prepared.
Even though they wanted to get away?
You are going to see them more,
Than you've ever seen them in your life!
That's what 'getting away' does.
That's what getting away from 'oneself' does!
Like the getting over of oneself that has been in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?
song performed by by Devo
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Running All Day
I see him on TV and everyday you can see me
getting more wound up by the fact that he's loved
You dont know who he is, I was once that kid
Fans screaming my name but now there not.
And I know who's to blame.
He took it all from me everything that I own
Left me with nothing broke and unknown
If theres one thing I know im gonna take it all back
The gloves are off and anyway that I can
rip him down from ontop of that thrown
Then we'll see whos really unknown
standing toe to toe he doesn; 't stand a chance
He's gonna learn the hard way what it means to be a man.
Running all day
Gunning all night
Be prepared to give your own life.
Running all day
Gunning all night
Be prepared to take another mans life.
Knocked down once, get up again
Knocked down twice see the other man dead.
Led to war by the skin of our teeth
Friends and enemies share the same seats.
They're sweet together cos they know what its like
To live this life that takes you by suprise.
Anytime, day or night, priority one just to stay alive.
And that's what you just cant see
The fact that your just not me
You cant ask questions bout living this life, only ones that know already those that died.
Running all day
Gunning all night
Be prepared to give your own life.
Running all day
Gunning all night
Be prepared to take another mans life.
But this is it no place left to go
your gonna hand it back everything that you stole
and now we're patiently gonna wait and see
what the world has to say bout you and me
If they'll take you side after all this time
and believe the lies that you drove inside
but I still have faith that its not a dead end race
and I place my life in the hands of the good lords grace
Running all day
Gunning all night
Be prepared to give your own life.
Running all day
Gunning all night
Be prepared to take another mans life.
poem by Paul Daniel
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Come To Me
Do you want to be like me?
Tell me do you want to be?
Do you want to see the things
The way I want you to see?
Do you want to be lonely?
Lonely & alone like me
Navigate in the sorrow of blank sea
Come and taste my destiny
Do you want to feel the life?
The way I feel
Do you want to face the matters
The way each day I deal
Everyone has his own life
Own way of living
Different perception towards life
We are all different human beings
But do you want to live my life?
Live it for a single day
Share my views & share my sight
Then express your say
Do you want to get in to my soul?
Live the life for me
Do you want to make a new story unfold
Have faith & touch the honesty
This will be a strange experience for you
Believe me it's true
Awesome, amazing and something new
And you'll know what I am going through!
poem by Sourav RCY
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Trapped and Needing Air
Slow to wake up!
Too slow,
To awaken to what has been real.
Don't expect me to freeze in place.
Awaiting for you to embrace life,
As it is!
It is to be lived.
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get and figure out.
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there!
Slow to wake up!
No one's got time on hold.
To benefit them...
And/or their whims.
When for them time will begin again.
Show or no show folks...
Who poke along,
And make joke of it.
Putting off 'the now'
To live a yesterday today...
Should be left on steps where they sit!
Or wave to them through a window!
Don't stop to visit.
They seek someone to twist into a fit!
Many know such folks,
Who complain about their sorrows.
And they will drain someone's patience.
To stall tomorrow's anticipated taste.
And squeeze the sweet,
To share their bitterness...
With anyone they meet.
It is to be lived.
This life!
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get or figure out,
The wrong from right!
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there...
With determination focused.
But despair you love to wear.
Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.
Addicted like an addict,
And trapped...
Needing air!
Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.
Addicted like an addict,
That's trapped and needing air!
Caged like a rabbit in fear and scared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Single Identity
Notwithstanding how you view the morn,
Or see the sunrise and the dawn,
Over the high mountain Alps,
Or over the vast blue sea, or desert sand,
The sky shall be and always retain,
Its one single identity!
Notwithstanding how you share your
heart,
Or break it up into many parts,
And share its love with many or few,
Your heart shall be one and the same,
A single heart it shall remain!
No matter how you live this life,
Through your childhood, manhood and
old age,
And live through all its different stage,
Your life shall be one, just the same!
Since only one life is your due,
Live it well and then bid adieu!
Let us then share our lives and our hearts,
As we share the sky with life on earth,
And with mankind let us maintain,
A single identity forever retain!
Not Just When
Lord I want You
In my life
Not just when I need You
Lord I want You
In my life
Not just when I am confused
Not just when I am crying
Not just when I feel like
I am dying
Not just when I feel I am all alone
Not just when my life is going wrong
Lord I want You in my life
For always
When things are going right
To share my happiness
To share my children
To share my family
To share my friends
To share my victories
To share my love
To share my money
So when I feel the need
To call on you every now and then
You will know that it's coming
From a friend! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Sarah Of Nii Boi Town
Sarah of 'Nii Boi Town',
I don't know who your parents are;
But one day you will intorduce them to me.
I met you many years ago and now,
You are a grown up lady ready to marry;
I really do not know much about your coverd body,
But it is very right to cover your body than to expose it.
Life has taken us so far and,
You've been in the 'Hair-Business' ever since;
For your dressing was all that attracted me,
And you've been closer to me since all these years.
You were different among the others and,
You've learnt enough and you're now a matured woman;
But life does have many rules for us to obey.
Be yourself and be ready to learn always,
For you will marry someday very soon;
You've only told me about your mother of whom,
I am yet to meet in your land of 'Hair-Business'.
Please try to hold on to your status-quo for,
I still want to know much about you;
And love is like the wind that blows about,
So be very strong on your dreams.
Life is like the waves that moves about and,
The peace of the mind is what we need always;
For you really know who i am,
And like your neighbour next door who cares.
You know my elp since all these years and,
Of the care and peace that we share;
So do stay cool and be prepared always!
For the muse of love is about to infuse your body and,
I will be waiting to hear from you once again.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Is More Than Highly Probable
There is only one person in my sight,
That can live my life from my point of view.
And if you give this some thought,
I am sure you can say the same thing too.
So what's the point of discussing something,
Neither one of us feels?
You are trying to convince me of your love.
And I am telling you,
A love like yours I am not needing in my life.
And you are saying to yourself this is not possible!
It is.
Trust me on this one.
It is more than highly probable.
It's a fact so snap out of it!
I am not all that!
I said...
I am NOT all that.
Oh...
So 'now' you have nothing to say?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Life At All
I'm not made perfect I don't know everything
From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink
I've had my moments when I've prepared for all
I've even failed to have a woman given my number to call
Some say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all
Is no life at all
Even my pubic hair has got it's share of split ends
I've felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin' lead
But I have never felt I had to take that easy way out
By putting some damn f*ckin' stotgun to my head
Some say...
Is no life at all ::
song performed by by Quorthon
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The Human Being
A tiny seed is placed in the ground,
It's the start of the miracle of life,
Before very long growth will be found,
Making ready for the stresses and strife.
Throughout the seasons that seed will grow,
Nurture it and a gem will be found,
Treat it with contempt and soon it will show,
There's no goodness inside to be found.
It's an individual with a mind of its own,
Treat it wisely and you can be sure,
When your seed has finally grown,
It's guaranteed to turn out to be pure.
Will it bear fruit well that's up to you,
Have you treated it with love and respect,
Or did you ignore it and cause it ado,
If you did it's the dregs you'll collect.
Never forget we were all seedlings once,
Ignorance towards others must be learned,
Treasure all life do not be a dunce,
Respect from others as a gift must be earned.
Life is a challenge regardless of type,
We're all together in a fight to survive,
As Humans we tend to believe our own hype,
Interdependency is what makes all life thrive.
We are the masters of greed and corruption,
For our future we don't seem to care,
As all life forms now face disruption,
Now's the time to make everyone aware.
Our continued arrogance will bring us all down,
We must acknowledge we are not all seeing,
If we don't we'll be witnessing the death of the clown,
Otherwise titled,
‘' The Human Being ''
Values and Correctness
Values and correctness,
Of one's life based on opinion
And standards of others...
May be needing updating.
Or complete overhaul.
Those standards and 'norms'
Are probably now all gone.
Since the popularity of theft and deceit,
Has increased the visions of self preservation!
With fewer wearing mink and diamonds.
And a whole lot of folks never seen before,
Sneaking into pawn shops.
More people today may say they prefer the basics.
But they will slowly admit...
This new found desire to live life that way,
Was not always a priority...
On the top of their agendas.
With signs of this shown by some,
Still clutching onto their Vitton and Gucci bags...
As evidence they had not always stood in food lines!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Vs Mylife
LIFE
IS HAPPY AND GOOD
MY LIFE
IS FULL OF SHAME AND REGRET
LIFE
CONSISTS OF EVERYONE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF ONLY ME
LIFE
CONSISTS OF LIFE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF DEATH AND PAIN
LIFE
TOLD ME WHAT I KNOW NOW
MY LIFE
HELPED ME BELIEVE IT
LIFE
TAUGHT ME TO BE STRONG
MY LIFE TAUGHT ME TO BECOME IT
LIFE
IS THE SUBJECT
MY LIFE
IS THE REASON
LIFE
TOLD ME TO FIGHT
MY LIFE
TOLD ME TO GIVE UP
LIFE
THOUGHT I ACTUALLY WOULD GIVE UP
MY LIFE
KEPT ME STRONG FOR ME, MY FAMLY, MY NIECE (RIP) , AND MY FRIENDS
LOVE THE POETIC PRINCESS
poem by Michole Petersen
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O, death
O death, come and grip
We shall not weep
Miss you always but not skip
As you are there to pick
We know our limitations
Every thing ends with relations
The moment soul is taken away
Body remains here to give the way
The candle light goes off swiftly
With little air from window rightly
No one blames air or wind
The death does the role of blind
“I am prepared to go anytime”
Many may boldly assert sometimes
Yet the fear grips mind at last moment
Curse the whole life and lament
God has made cycle for renewal
Old goes and new cries on arrival
Cry is same but with difference
Compels us to think sometimes
Only brave smiles at its knock
As he is prepared before lasts stock
Both hands towards sky
Eyes shine as soul prepared to fly
At no stage it may stop
There may be enough of stop gap
One may endure more or less
The noble leading may prove the case
Smile at the last leg of journey
You are leaving behind treasure and money
All relatives may feel sad not at you
But what is left behind for them to view
They may want their share
But in your life time may not dare
They may silently watch your departure and stare
Enough of attention towards your treatment and care
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Share
Whether you have a million shares or one share,
You share in life’s the same.
You share some of its benefits
As well as some of its blame.
The real difference for you is if you share your share.
That will decide if your life really has been fair.
Be it a million shares or one share, your responsibility
Is to find here on earth where you can share
For your share of eternity.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Stop Your Peeping Through Those Keyholes
Stop that peeping through those keyholes.
Open the windows and doors you've closed.
And take advantage of the time,
Bestowed upon you...
To stretch your mind.
Do this...
And you are certain to grow.
Stop your peeping through those keyholes.
Get fresh air and let yourself be exposed.
To all that is offered,
Beyond suspicions you guess..
And from rumors heard with gossip proposed.
Follow you must...
Each rising Sun.
From dawn 'til noon...
Until the dusk of twilight,
Invites nightfall that comes.
Stop that peeping through those keyholes.
Don't welcome your troubles,
To undo a happiness...
To chase away on the run.
Stop that peeping just to peek.
Stop that peeping just to peek.
Stop your peeping through those keyholes.
Stop that...
Peepng through those keyholes.
Open your windows and doors shut closed.
Stop that...
Peepng through those keyholes.
And take advantage of a life unlived.
One you have yet to accept.
Or come to know.
Stop your peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life to live to be bold.
Stop your,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life to live that is proudly told.
Stop that peeping just to peek.
Stop that peeping just to peek.
Stop that peeping before you're too old.
Stop that,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life to live to be bold.
Stop your,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life to live that is proudly told.
Live a life to live that is proudly told.
And live a life before you're too old.
Stop that,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life to live to be bold.
Stop your,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life to live that is proudly told.
Live a life to live that is proudly told.
And live a life before you're too old.
Stop your,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life before you're too old.
Stop your,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life before you're too old.
Stop your,
Peeping through those keyholes.
And live a life before you're too old.
Live life before you're too old.
Stop your peeping through those keyholes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hurtful words
Do we know it and take it to mind?
Do we ever bother to go deep and find out?
The damage caused by our hurtful words?
Irreparable damage and crack in relation form now on words
Do we every try to know to stop somewhere?
Take halt for rest and breathe slowly there
Though life being constant move and no stop
Let us make it all out success and not a flop
You have limited means to survive
A thin ray of hope to try and revive
Yet as best as you can strive hard
Complete resolve to do something and look forward
A day and time is pre determined and fixed
Hardship and happiness is deliberately mixed
Why not to build single tract to walk?
Why not restrain when prefer peace to talk?
Life may not allow us to advance further
Still we may try to go far and farther
The mission may end up in between
Still we are hell bent and very keen
It is difficult to appease all
Not all may receive it as generous call
Some may want complete as lion’s share
Rest may feel offended and deliberately stare
We can move as slow and steady
It may spoil the show if we try to be speedy
It can cover only what is expected
Rest of all can be left to be interacted
You may need all help and assistance
It may require follow up with persistence
You may not be in position to cut much ice
But if you can do little it will be considered very nice
You can not share financial burden
You can extend even aid often
How can you help then to mitigate their sufferings?
Few words of solace and little bit of kind word offerings
They are aware of their plight
They are even prepared to fight
They need someone to guide
No aid wanted but someone trustworthy to confide
Not all may be prepared to come out in open
Take their grievances to be heard and try to reopen
If such feeling is gathered around
Then it will shot sure success round
It is speculated that life can be ended soon and is very much uncertain
It is difficult to follow all norms and in possible ways to maintain
Yet the human mentality is such that it may not accept defeat or setback
They will double the efforts to gain the lost ground and with force come back
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Water Is Life
Water is life and, my mind is on you;
So don't accept the future passively when,
You can try under a very hard condition to create it.
The future, the future! Oh, the future;
The future is unknown and,
We have to fight it on;
But, something is wrong and i can see it in your eyes.
You made me sound like a saint but,
I am no angel.
Like the bags and the three bedrooms to share,
Water is life;
But the future is unknown.
Marriage is like an egg and,
We have to keep going till we succeed;
You made me sund like a saint but,
I am no angel.
I have lot of life failures to share with you,
I have my experiences too;
But, water is life.
Lots of man's problems cannot be solved,
So don't accept the future very passively;
Why can't anybody see what i do see?
Never hide yourself from me;
Why can't anybody hear what i do hear?
Never hide your love from me;
Why can't anybody do what i normally do?
Never hide your pain from me;
Because, the results of our lives depends on water.
To the places that i have been and,
To the things that i have seen;
Why me? Because, i told him the truth;
Like life in the places that i have been and,
To the things that i have seen.
From one place to another with love,
Like all the news about you;
Water is life and,
We all need water.
Are you having diner like the 'Adam's Family'?
Living on the edge with backed up water is what you need;
Like the death of a twenty-tow-years old student.
Pond for pond,
Life for life,
Flesh for flesh,
Water is life to us all;
Like the time for shopping,
Like the time for peace and love,
Life depends always on water.
To the places that i have been before,
To the places of love and care;
trying to unveil the truth out of a curiosity,
Water is life to us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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