To The Misses
I try my best,
To not strike out!
It is hard to hit home runs...
When up at bat,
I'd rather sit and chat!
But the urge to accomplish,
Comes undetected.
Nothing to warn.
Or surprise as expected.
To the misses,
I apologize.
My mind sometimes...
Is not there to be profound.
It isn't there to release a confidence.
Or place with purpose,
With thoughts I can find...
That have depth of meaning.
To have others believe,
I am leaving something 'sound'!
I try my best,
To not strike out!
It is hard to hit home runs...
When up at bat,
And expectations...
I will 'deliver'.
When I'm not feeling that!
To the misses,
I apologize.
My mind sometimes...
Is not there to be profound.
Sometimes I am just 'here'...
Going through the motions!
Hoping that just appearing at bat...
Is enough to declare,
My devotion felt.
Is just 'that'!
But not at times to show,
How I feel in my heart...
When I am caring very deeply.
But I know not where to even start...
To deliver such depthness,
Without 'that' in expression...
Unprepared.
Yet to surface and fall apart!
To the misses,
I apologize.
My mind sometimes...
Is not there to be profound.
It isn't there to release a confidence.
And I admit at times,
None of that is around!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devotion
If I am right
If I can be
Constant and faithful
Youll find me
In my devotion
In my devotion
What if you find a fault
Between my purpose and my deeds
And deem me beyond salvation
Judge me to be unworthy
Of your devotion
Of your devotion
If this be obsession deliver me
A passing infatuation deliver me
A feeling lacking in purity deliver me
A test of fidelity deliver me
Deliver me
Deliver me
What if I should find
Youre no good for me
What if I cant be strong enough
What if I cant break free
Of my devotion
Of my devotion
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Lately
Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
With no vivid reason here to find
Yet the thought of losing yous been hanging
round my mind
Far more frequently youre wearing perfume
With you say no special place to go
But when I ask will you be coming back soon
You dont know, never know
Well, Im a man of many wishes
Hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye
Lately Ive been staring in the mirror
Very slowly picking me apart
Trying to tell myself I have no reason
With your heart
Just the other night while you were sleeping
I vaguely heard you whisper someones name
But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping
You just say nothings changed
Well, Im a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye, goodbye
Oh, Im a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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A Public Apology
Public apologies are the new confessional.
So here goes.
I apologize for not knowing where to start with my apologies.
I apologize for being tainted with the sins of Adam.
I apologize for blaming Eve for the sins of Adam.
I apologize to the Serpent, who was just following orders.
I apologize for the seductiveness of ripe apples on the Tree of Knowledge. I just didn’t know at the time.
I apologize for not taking Genesis 1 literally.
I apologize for not appreciating the allegorical significance of Genesis 1.
I apologize for blaming the Jews for crucifying Christ.
I apologize for not being quicker to blame the relevant parties for the crucifixion of Christ.
I apologize for not giving independence to America sooner.
I apologize to the Native Americans for invading their great God’s-own country.
I apologize to the Native Americans for not stopping them sooner from killing each other’s tribes.
I apologize for entering into business agreements with the chiefs of certain coastal African tribes to bring their captives from their tribal wars to resolve America’s manpower shortage.
I apologize for dwelling on the sufferings of my family in the Holocaust, without considering the mental and emotional agony of those obliged to follow orders to massacre them.
I apologize for messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not doing a better job of messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not being Politically Correct.
I apologize for being Politically Correct.
I apologize for throwing all these things in your face and encouraging you to feel complicit in my guilt.
I apologize for not apologizing sooner.
I apologize for all the things I haven’t the imagination and humanity to apologize for.
Oh to hell with it.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Ever Profound Inspiration
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is a fortress in my romantic garden
With rounded eyes filled with rage
And a heart that never harden
I don't know him personally
He doesn't know me as well
But he is My Ever Profound Inspiration
The man to whom I fell
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is my every day morning dew
He is the bitterest nightmare
My sweetest dream that won't come true
He'd been my only one
All throughout these years
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Had bring me lots of tears
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is now lost in nowhere
I don't know where he is
And this is hard to bear
I know someday we'll meet again
Perhaps he can already give me affection
Be his woman, his bride
His Ever Profound Inspiration
poem by Pink Butterfly
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My Mind Is In a Poetic Meter
Lit with verse and profound imaginings.
Clear of limits and in boundless flight.
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Fixed within rhythmic thoughts combined.
And racing to attach themselves to the proper lines.
Picked with a selected taste to find,
Just the right mixture to release at the right time.
To capture a comprehension that is mutually shared.
And creating an understanding that before was not there.
Until it was produce to seduce,
To make aware.
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Lit with verse and profound imaginings.
Clear of limits and in boundless flight.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Fixed within rhythmic thoughts combined.
And racing to attach themselves to the proper lines.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Picked with a selected taste to find,
Just the right mixture to release at the right time.
To capture a comprehension that is mutually shared.
And creating an understanding that before was not there.
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
Can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
Can you can you feel it?
My mind is in a poetic meter.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even A Fool Can See
One big happy family
Together the rest of our lives
As far as our friends were concerned
Everything seemed right
But thats when she told me
She said me it was time to move on
Just something that she kept inside
That told me the thrill was gone
And now I cant believe
I cant believe its over
Suddenly its plain to see
Shes leaving me and
Even a fool can see
Theres nothing left between us
I knew all along something was wrong
But I did my best to deny it
And now I cant go home
She wants to be alone so
Tell anyone who misses me that Im alright
Even a fool can see
There were times we had nothing
And somehow we laughed through it all
There are moments Ill never forget
And some I wouldnt care to recall
And still I cant believe
I cant believe its over
Suddenly its plain to see
Shes doesnt need me
Even a fool can see
Theres nothing left between us
I knew all along something was wrong
But I did my best to deny it
And now I cant go home
She wants to be alone so
Tell anyone who misses me that Im alright
Even a fool can see
Nothing more to talk about
Its over when its over
In the end you both stop trying
In the end its oh so sad
And you are crying
And now I cant go home
She wants to be alone so
Tell anyone who misses me that Im alright
Even a fool can see
Wont ya tell me that Im alright
Even a fool like me
Woo ooo Im alright
Even a fool can see
Whoa ooo ooo ooo
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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Said Before To Say It Again
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
And on my mind,
There is a reason to seek rhythm and rhyme.
With my visions set,
On what it would take...
To increase my happiness.
I've said this before to say it again.
I'm not looking for stoppers,
To block as obstacles to hop over.
Or the welcoming arms of acceptance.
With a hope that they will open,
The gates to a fence to feel I've been approved.
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
Acceptance or not,
I'm not looking to get out of a box.
Too many have found themselves there,
To argue over space,
With little of it that to share.
I've said this before to say it again.
Those feeling trapped,
Like it exactly like that.
Fresh is the air,
One dares to breathe alone.
Revitalized is an atmosphere,
When the clearing of a sky,
Becomes recognized to the one who looks...
To discover the vastness of it to become known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Would Like To Apologize As Well
By the way...
I'd like to take this opportunity,
To apologize for all those negative things...
I said about you.
'No problem at all.
I would like to apologize as well.'
You do?
For what?
'For all those things you will regret,
Once you come to realize...
I was there to protect your back.
And now that you've convinced everyone,
My purpose was to feed my own ego...
I am sure you will remember that,
Now that you are in front.
And expected to lead!
By all means...
Do that as you please.
In fact,
What you've done...
Has provided me with relief! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Didn't You Say Something?
However it happened,
My mind is quick to provide...
Instant distance.
The moment nonsense is sniffed,
I feel myself staring.
And not caring if this is noticed,
By someone I had promised...
I would listen intently.
'You haven't heard a word I said.
Have you? '
Don't be foolish.
Of course I did.
That last comment you made,
Was profound.
You have a lot of vision.
Do you mind repeating it?
'I said...
Some of us wear underwear these days.
And others like to advertise they do not.'
Meaning?
OH...
Geeessshhh.
Why didn't you say something?
This is embarrassing.
'I did.
Three times.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliver Me
Every woman and every man,
Knows the feeling so well
Those times when the heart just cant understand,
The times when you never can te ll
So deliver me, deliver me
Baby take this heart, set it free
Take this chance, take this dream
Baby take this heart
Deliver me
I was born with something down inside of me
And its carried me over, delivered me
Y eah delivered me, Im standing at your gate
Just out of reach of the hands of fate
So deliver me, deliver me
Baby take this heart, set it free
Take this chance, take this dream
Baby take this heart
Deliver me
Sometim es I wonder if this is worth the trouble
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth the fight
I never have made my mind up about it
Ive just decided to let it all ride
song performed by by Tom Petty
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FEEL AGAIN - Song Lyrics
Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass
The memories flash
Of how it felt to feel that way
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
I watch the people
Not because
I wanna be their friend
I watch them not
Because I hope to know
Them in the end
I simply watch
And ask myself
Why do I feel this way
How did I get here
Can I hope
To feel again someday
To feel the feelings
That they feel…
To hope, to love, to cry
To fall and feel the pain
Or rise in triumph to the sky
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
All I have are memories
Of the times
When things were good
Memories of the days
Of when I felt
The way I should
Memories now that
Flow before the view
Inside my mind
Just as the passing people
Flow before my open eyes
Oh God! How can I be
Like them
Is there a way to
Start again
I know there is
I know its there
I’ll find it
I don’t ****ing care
What I have to go through
What I lose and what I lack
I know my heart
Can feel again
If I can only
Find my way back
Home…
I’m going home…
This is my home…
It feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
I’m finally home
…Jeff Bresee
poem by Jeff Bresee
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She Misses Him On Sunday The Most
(steven dale jones/bobby tomberlin)
They were quite a pair
The way that love should be
They still held hands
For the world to see
Shes thankful that she had him all those years
But she still has days she cant hold back the tears
She misses their monday night bowling league
When theyd wear their matching shirts
She misses their wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on sunday the most
She sits alone on that same old pew again
His tenor voice still echoes now and then
It brings back all those memories of him there by her side
What shed give for one more sunday drive
She misses their monday night bowling league
When theyd wear their matching shirts
She misses their wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on sunday the most
But she misses him on sunday the most
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for truth.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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You Creative Types Are So Tempermental
You want me to apologize?
OKAY...
I apologize.
'What level of sincerity,
Was that apology? '
I would say...
Right between where I would put my foot.
And the words your ears would hear,
As they rolled off my tongue.
'I accept your apology.'
I am glad of that!
Because you would find my foot painful.
And those words rolling off my tongue...
Would be created just for you.
'But then again...
That doesn't sound too bad of an offer.
Do you mind if I returned your apology?
What did I say now?
Who cares!
Walk away.
You creative types are so tempermental.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
poem by David Knox
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Don't Ever Call Here Again
Why did I call?
You have been on my mind.
You are there most of the time,
With thoughts of wishes
I hope you are fine.
Why is it you?
Doesn't my call to you provide a clue?
Perhaps one day,
Out of the 'blue'...
You will call me too!
Instead of seeming to be annoyed.
And giving me attitude!
'Yeah...
But you've called me five times in ten minutes.
You have the wrong number!
How long has it been since you have spoken to your mother? '
Mom I know this is you!
I apologize for not calling in twenty years.
I have fallen on hard times...
And I need your assistance.
'That's unfortunate, young man.
The only son I had told me to mind my business.
He moved out over twenty five years ago!
And I know that could not be you...
Because the last time I called 'him'
He told me where to go!
I went!
And my life has been wonderful ever since!
I would give you his number...
But I have forgotten his name!
I have forgotten I have had any children at all.
And I bet 'if' you were in my shoes,
You would do the same.
When you find your mama...
Give her a hug for me, baby!
And as for you...
Don't ever call here again.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be a lad is glad
To be a lad, one must be glad.
Dawn is on; Full day is to prolong.
Health has surge; Mind has urge.
Fresh is the brain to print and reprint.
Imprints are hard, not erasable.
With him, old and young fall in love.
Much to venture and for adventure.
Life is tasty and love is handy.
As a lad, he craves for manhood,
And misses the bus. When old, he regrets.
08.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On Different Missions
You may 'now' see,
What I have seen!
But that doesn't mean,
We're on the same scene...
Together.
Or ever.
You and I can not relate.
You and I are not relationship bait.
We,
You and me...
Are on different missions.
And destined to experience separate fates.
You and I can not relate.
You and I are not relationship bait.
And I am quite appalled,
By those accusations you have made.
Then try to apologize for statements laid,
Much too late.
Ones I did not appreciate.
If I recall,
You announced publicly...
How stupid I would appear,
After your expectations of my downfall.
Has time changed your mind?
Did you come here to find me,
Forgiving?
Willing to smolder in afterglow.
Hoping time spent with you,
I'd acknowledge as divine!
What missionary encouraged you to do this?
We,
You and me...
Are on different missions.
The kind that dismisses admissions late.
You and I can not relate.
You and I are not relationship bait.
You may 'now' see,
What I have seen!
But that doesn't mean,
We're on the same scene...
Together.
Or ever.
And I am quite appalled,
By those accusations you have made.
Then try to apologize for statements laid,
Much too late.
Ones I did not appreciate.
Has time changed your mind?
Did you come here to find me,
Forgiving?
Willing to play fool for you,
Again?
You and I can not relate.
You and I are not relationship bait.
Thank God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No black no white love
Why such thought should ever come in mind?
Love is neither black nor white but only kind
Feel it from deep within and raise head
With out love person is known as dead
See everything with love and passion
There can't be any other question
If you hurt someone just go and confess
Apologize in person with lot of words to face
You can win whole world
This is clear and need not be told
Love and peace has always held the key
Prosperity and stability is always there to make them happy
Hatred has no place what so ever in any form
In the entire message it is repeated and informed
We must obey the call from inner conscience
Nothing can threaten you if you are right at once
Love whom so ever you like
Animals, birds, human beings must be kept in mind and strike
They are all part of our day to day life and show
Without them we can never grow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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