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To Reciprocate...Without the Need of Words

Sometimes I fail to respond,
To a request that has been made.
Often in my humility,
I'm left with nothing to say.
Or wish within myself,
I could communicate...
Without words to select from.
Or create a debate,
I did not intend.

And then I don't want to offend.
Anyone who is sensitive,
And may not comprehend...
What it is I am feeling then.

Sometimes I fail to respond,
To a request that has been made.
Often in my humility,
I'm left with nothing to say.

And I guess that is why I am blessed to write.
With a craving that feeds my appetite.
And learning from my own experiences,
I have preferences and things I like.
With a hope within me,
One day I might...
Share nibbles and bits of my life,
And to reciprocate...
Without the need of words,
Or one sound made.

And let our eyes just express,
What is digested.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Response to Your Request

I woke up today
Loving the weather...
Taking comfort in the warmth of my bed.
Enjoying the feeling of the cocoon I'd made with my blankets..
Listening to the rain against my window.
I stayed there happy
Because
I hate waking up to an alarm...
So
The weekends are especially nice...
And
I savor the feeling of not feeling rushed.
As I went about my day
Doing all the little things that always need to get done..
I thought of you
As I sometimes do..
And caught myself smiling
About our latest correspondence...
I have to say,
I wasn't sure how to respond,
Usually,
I don't get caught so off guard...
I guess it's a simple request you've made.
But,
You tell me..
What does one do
When
Words Are Not Enough?
I guess I'll just have to wait
I'm thinking you'll let me know..
Meanwhile I'm enjoying this weather
I just hope it doesn't snow.

poem by Rabia Minhas
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Sometimes Mentally Therapeutic

With a call to respond,
I imagine that is what a writer...
Of poetic verse does.

Something said that is received,
By another who thinks...
A delivery of words written,
Opens doors to communicate...
An attention the author seeks.

Part of this is true.
A writer wishes minds,
To review a thought process too!

But words selected to express,
Those life experiences one gets.
Is sometimes mentally therapeutic,
To get what one feels off of one's chest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Strange Desire

I wish I could write a word,
Out of multitude of thousands,
That might raise my mettle,
And be recognized at the first glance.

The naughty hope whispering
Tells me time and again,
“Write, write and write more, ”
Some one should tell me how long,
I should write for writing,
Made me half dead.

The disjoint, disordered, paralyzed,
The dumb, deaf and mute words,
Give no voice, no sound and no sense,
They neither unlock their lips,
Nor convey my inner self.

Oh! God;
Give me a word alive and spirited,
That should share my joys, my worries,
Laugh, joke, play and ply with me,
Open the door of mysteries,
And in my absence respond at,
My name is addressed by someone else.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Words

Words could never say it
words could never say it
I know now you're gone
and I can't go on
Where could you be tonight
I'm sayin' my sorry
baby I'm sorry
'Cause without your love in my life I'll die
I was wrong
I was so worng
And I'm so scared
what can I do now
when I close my eyes
all I see is you
Now words could never say it
words could never say it
if theres a reason why
say it's a lie
Words could never say it
how I feel now
now that you're gone
now that you're gone
Now that you're gone
we made it now
we made it love
we made such fools
of ourselves
we made it up now
you made it up oh yeah
you know you made it hard
we made it fast
I always thought
it would last
we took a bow
we did it all oh yeah
Words could never say
could never say
could only play
someone could say
would only playing with ourselves
Words could never say
how I feel now
some how
I've got find a way
cause when I dream at night alls I see is you
you're wantin' me
and me havin' you
Now words could never say it
words could never say it
everytime I try
I get lost inside

song performed by by Cheap Trick
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To Get Done And With Competence

I don't intend to offend when I begin,
To write...
It just happens,
Within my scope of a life I define...
From my point of view.
And,
Hey...
This point of view is mine!
Today...
I am not selling congeniality.

Nor am I embittered with that kind of...
Mood swinging attitude,
Like some say I am since I do walk,
As if I've got swagger.
And not pulling myself,
Through a field of molasses.
You know...
Like the ones who humble themselves,
To be accepted while filling out a job application.
With their bowed heads and upturned eyes?
And their smile-on-cue demeanors.

I am respectful not a clown!
And I do not 'yes' my way through conversations.
If I have an opinion...
I might express it 'If' I am challenged,
To apply my experience and intelligence...
When communicating a seriousness left,
I wish to leave.

Although I have had my share of injustices.
Some blatant and some masked as if...
I am to understand my minority status,
As a declared human being.
And people who approach me that way,
Are left learning a few lessons.

'The world is a classroom.'
Whenever there is a need to be taught,
A few things about life.
Since I do enjoy delivering...
Some concepts of my own.

I don't often 'trip' like that!
And it does offend those who believe,
I should know my place!

And their place?
Not to get in my way...
If I am expected to perform a task,
To get done and with competence.
Which to 'them' and those like them...
Is another thing that offends.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A dear to all

It doesn’t respond to pathy
We fail to show the sympathy
The words seem to be hollow
We fail to grasp or follow

I have still faith in destiny
It maybe realized by many
We need not to have so many
This can be performed by any

We are human
No matter who is man or woman
It is equal rewponsibility and mission
Let us have no more confusion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In A Request To Be Left Alone

In a request to be left alone,
Is often demanded by one who contradicts.
I have made similar comments myself.
To only annoy someone,
By calling them too much...
Until they pretended not to be home.

As a child I would say, 'Leave me alone.'
Not expecting anyone to believe me.
Or have my wish condoned.
And when I am successfully left alone,
I began to feel quite lonely.
Not expecting a loneliness to be so overwhelming.

To request to be left alone,
Is often demanded by one who contradicts.
I have made similar comments myself.
To only annoy someone,
By calling them too much...
Until they pretended not to be home.

To be left alone...
Not expecting a loneliness,
Can be quite overwhelming.
And...
Contradicting as well.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsessive Desire

Your sensitive eyes
Could definitely summon me
From across a crowded room,
And I would make my way
To respond to any request.

If you merely thought my name
While I slept on another continent,
I would immediately awake
And begin my arduous journey
To return to you.

There is no logic to love
Or to your mesmerizing allure,
But one can only follow his heartbeats
Through the twisting streets
Of obsessive desire
Until dreams are realized
Or life expires.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Too Comfortable A Passenger

You have come much too late,
To request from me to give to you...
What at one time,
Was thrown back in my face.

It is not that I am embittered.
Those days feeling that way,
From me have gone.
And like the passing of each season,
I'm not the one to linger with wishes,
That any season I might like...
Continues to go on.

That would be too selfish of me,
To believe something will wait...
Until I decided it was time to celebrate,
In the appreciation of it.

You have come much too late,
To request from me to give to you...
What at one time,
Was thrown back in my face.

However I will suggest,
You develop more pro-action...
With a learning to do that at your best.
And accept what to you has been given.
Instead of looking for something to impress.

Since this might eventually,
Address your attempts to catch...
A train that has already left the station.
And I have been made too comfortable a passenger,
To get off to satisfy a going back in time.
Even if that 'was' a possibility.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts To Ponder # 2

I run the race
with wish to win
against the best

Many have character
others show power
I rely on humility

Character breaks when provoked
while power fails when over ruled
but humility stands against all odds

At the end of obstacles
true humility will prevail
as character and power fail

poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Alive (demo)

This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up
Now I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well,I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me
1-Yeah I, will love you, baby
Always and i'll be there
Forever and a day, always
2-I'll be there, till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when i die you'll be on my mind
and I'll love you, always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers thru your hair
Touch your lips, to hold you near,
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words
You've been needing to hear, I'll wish I was him
'Cause these words are mine, to say to you
'Til the end of time (rpt 1)
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price i won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there ain't no luck in these loaded dice
But baby, if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams, and our old lives,
We'll find a place, where the sun still shines
(rpt 1,2)

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Hope

When there is no bright sun shining
when saddened words have just been said
when you find no sense in wonder
when all those tears have been full shed
when your path seems pointless forwards
when you eye the day with fear
when the black dogs will walk with you
when their howl is always near
when you fail to see the goodness
when you fail to see the hope
when you fail to see that life itself
hangs from a fraying rope
when you fail to smile at sunrise
when the dusk is in your soul
then you live your life in shadows
and its time to take control
for there is no sense in grieving
for a past that’s left behind
and the wonder of the future
is that its there for us to find
so when there is no bright sun shining
when you feel you’ve lost your way
turn your eyes forever forwards
and bless every single day.

poem by David Keig
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This Does Exist In Me

There has to be a poem or two in me,
Somewhere.
One that reeks of sweetened floral scents.

There has to be at least one knuckle to bare,
From either my left or right hand,
That has been moisturized and softened...
To expose a nail manicured with care.
Which hand should I consider,
To have that done?

There has to be a few words I pick,
To express a thorough happiness...
Sniffed and uplifts in this thick atmosphere.

I'm sure there are a few lines I can select.
Connected to ooze with the nectar of life.
I am already sickened by the thought of it.
Although I am sure 'someone' would take delight.

I know this does exist in me!
I am a poet.
And I know it.
With talents to dispense...
Drama, suspense or tragedy.

With the decision to choose a topic,
That either flows undisturbed through lush meadows.
Or bites.
It doesn't have to be liked.
Especially if I am not into an adulation seeking mood.
As I compose this prose I write.

'How do you know when it is finished? '

That's a good question.
Something inside me knows.
And I am made aware.
It is like a craving that has been fed.
It says what it says in my head and leaves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meeting eye to eye

i have to agree i am still in the
process of being made
yet to be fullyfunctional
i hardly know myself

the good news is i have
started to recognise
a little of you as you are
all hands, thoughts
spirits over me
i feel you in my dreams
in my waking state
and quite aware
you make things
happen a coincidence
one time too often

are you excited?
this creature is
starting to respond
to get to know what's around
despite the darkness
that surrounds him as to
his own significance
in the chain of creation?

I will keep what little
part that is now me
open to the next step
of your creation
does it excite?
does it make me
fly through the sky?
does it make me
round like planet in space?
in a perpetual state
of meditation?

i will pray, pray, pray with
all the consciousness
that i possess to
get to the heart of myself
so that i could respond
with all of myself
pull myself together
when we are to meet
eye to eye

yes, i know i am
still being made
thanks for inspiring
me to meditate on you
thanks for teaching me this:
know yourself, know your creator

i know i am still
being made
three quarters made

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Accidental Insults

Although I write mainly for me.
I choose to share my poetry.
With other poets on the net.
The only thing that I regret.
Sometimes I find I have upset.

Somebody inadvertently.
Albeit unintentionally.
I can only apologise
For bringing teardrops to their eyes.
Though I am taken by surprise.

By what they read into my words.
I often find it quite absurd.
They take offence at what I write.
They see it in a different light.
And choose to take the opposite.

view. Because they fail to understand.
They then dismiss me out of hand.
As they have every right to do.
Because sometimes I've chosen to.
Criticise what they hold true.

I do not mean to cause offence
I offer this in self defence.
The words I write, you filter through
Experiences peculiar to you.
That's why you read them as you do.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Skies The Limit

Written by christine mcvie
If Ive been acting just a little strange
And you have noticed it too
Its cos my life has been rearranged
With the presence of you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
Can you give me one reason why
Youd ever let me down
I wont believe it baby, but Ill try
The truths goin to come around
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Sooner or later
Ill keep the promise
I made to you
Sooner or later
It will be greater
Then we ever knew
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Broken Chances

My Love,

I don't know how you're going to get this,
But it is my last word on this Earth.
Just what ever you do sit alone and read this.
I want you to be at the lake where you gave me my first kiss,
I want you to sit by the tree that held us, and read this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were my love, my only one person who always made me smile,
You held my hand through so many things, so many firsts.
You were my light you were my smile
And you told me the three deadly words,
The words that always kill, but first make you smile.

I have sewed my mouth shut, so you will never see me smile.

I would melt at the sound of your voice,
I would just sit and listen just to know you were really there,
I would call when you weren't home, just to hear your voice.
My wish every day was to hear you say 'I love you',
To hear your voice.

I have glued my ears so I don't have to listen to your lies.

I remember the feeling of your hands running through my hair,
You'd weave your fingers through it to comfort me,
Sometimes I would act sad just to feel your fingers in my hair,
I would silently smile and melt in your arms.
I remember your fingers running through my blond hair.

I have cut my hair so I can never remember that feeling.

U can see you standing looking at me with your sparkling eyes,
I always see you,
I can never see past those deep eyes,
I can see you smile at me, see your hands reach for mine.
I can still see your eyes.

I have cut my eyes out so I can never again fall into your deceiving eyes.

You made my heart race with butterflies, with hope.
I gave you my heart to keep, you said you'd never break it,
You gave me the one thing i needed ti keep going; hope.
And I fell for the traps, I gave you EVERYTHING.
I ave you all the hope I held in my heart, my soul.

I have stabbed my heart, just so you can't shatter what's already broken.

You became my life, you became my love, my everything.
No matter what happened I still loved you,
And no matter what I tried to give you everything,
And you made me loose so much that I'm left with nothing,
And with my dying breath I give you what was all I had left, my everything.

I take my life to show you what love really means, that it's not the lie you told.

I may not be able to smile when you hold me,
I may not be able to hear your words even if their truth,
I may not be able to remember you soothing touch, or your warmth,
I mat not be able to see your eyes, or your reaching hands,
I may not be able to press my beating heart against your skin,
I may not be able to give you a second chance, for like my heart it is broken,
But After the pain and lies, I believe in what I felt for you,
And hope maybe someday you'll believe the same, and find beauty from pain

Even with nothing left to give you but my word, I breath my last breath for you.

I lay in silence to let you live, to give to you a broken second chance,

For I will always love you,
Be............

by: Bethany Maxwell =)

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Sapped As I Seek My Dreams

There is this feeling that comes and goes,
I get.
Of being left stranded,
As if alone...
On an island quiet.
Abandoned but not upset.

There is this helplessness that visits.
And my emotions flood to fill.
I am without companionship.
To leave me sometimes lonely.
Yet...
There are other times I am thrilled...yes!

There is this nagging wish to be loved.
With unconditional preferences.
Could I be alone with my request for that?
Could I be destined to have my needs go unmatched?
To be left sapped as I seek my dreams.
With hopes it will be my stubbornness tapped...
That weakens in a welcomed defeat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surprisingly Alive

Happiness is gone, it disappeared
It played me for years making me feel I deserved it
It was positive, and left me an optimist
I saw life through different eyes with happiness
It made me see what cannot be seen
It made me feel feelings I had not bothered to explore
I felt free beneath it's control
I felt invincible in it's arms
Happiness was my everything, it was my soul
It was what kept me moving forward
It was what made me want to live, to breath, to be
Then one day it left, it walked out on me
It left nothing behind but memories I could not have again
It walked out and never looked back
It walked out on me when I needed it the most
It pretended like nothing ever happened between us
Happiness kicked me towards sadness, it shoved me towards it
Then it left after it saw what happened
It got weak and left me alone
It left me crying behind the door
It left me bleeding on the bathroom floor
It left me wishing I had never lived
It left me screaming into my pillow in pain with sadness
It left me walking aimlessly at night with tears crawling down my face
It left me with the words 'I give up' floating above my head
It left me imagining what death would taste like
It left me cold, scared, hopeless, alone
It left...

poem by Mariam Abdelghani
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Through Your Eyes

I know a place where we can run away and be free
Just the two of us together holding hands whenever we please
Never thought that love could be so kind until you came along and changed my mind
If words alone could explain the way I feel for you
Then I would write a song, tell the world how much I do
Those time you held me close and made me realize
That Im living my life through your eyes
They day that we could be lovers if we fail
When do the stories stop and the privacy begins
Never thought that love could be so kind
Until you came along and changed my mind
If words alone could explain the way I feel for you
Then I would write a song, tell the world how much I do
Those time you held me close and made me realize
That Im living my life through your eyes

song performed by by Youngstown
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