Too Addicting Of A Wasteful Mission
We can only become as great,
As the roots we acknowledge...
And keep nourished.
With a wholesome pride uniting.
We must stop any rot that occurs.
Correct its decay with attention given.
If we continue to dismiss it,
To encourage a segment of it to bloom...
With a hope that all is kept prospered,
The feeding of the whole of it will not succeed...
As should be.
And ultimately failure becomes a noticeable entity.
Leaving ambitions to die!
We can not afford this,
To become an indulging curiosity...
Allowed.
Nor admitted.
It is too addicting of a wasteful mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Know It, And It Is Done
Stop feeding yourself discouragement.
That is not the purpose,
Why you are meant to live.
Removing yourself from entrapments,
Of failure...
Opens your heart,
To receive goodness.
And that you in return,
Without thought...
Will come to learn to give!
Stop listening to those in self defeat.
Those who solicit others,
To understand their limitations.
Recognize their wish,
To unseat you from your comfort.
Your peace of mind,
You can not afford to just dismiss.
Sit in quietness!
Allow a clearness to come.
Remove yourself from calamities,
That seem to attract everyone.
Tell yourself you are deserving,
Of happiness and love.
Tell yourself that!
And know that is true.
You are not here to bear,
The burdens of anyone.
Undo it and be through!
Stop feeding yourself discouragement.
That is not the purpose,
Why you are meant to live.
Removing yourself from entrapments,
Of failure...
Opens your heart,
To receive goodness.
And that you in return,
Without thought...
Will come to learn to give!
You are not here to spite life at all.
In fact...
You have the right,
To be excited.
To explore a life delighted.
And that is why...
Your life is here to be lived!
Know it,
And it is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
poem by Liioona Mohie
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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In such a case secrecy must be absolute to be effective, and although mere vague curiosity induced many persons of my intimate acquaintance to ask to be allowed to just go in and have a peep, I never admitted anyone.
quote by Henry Bessemer
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There Is No Rest For Success
Success is a journey not a destination a year from
now you may wish you had started today.
Every beginner is a winner. Success is not escaping problems but facing them creatively.
There is no success without sacrifice.
Great success always calls for great sacrifice.
Even failure can become an important ingredient to success.
Failure just means that you have not yet succeeded.
I’d rather change my mind and succeed than have my own way and fail. Success without conflict is unrealistic.
Any person can be successful on smooth seas,
but it is the victory over the storm that gains true honor.
Success doesn’t come through the way you think it comes;
it comes through the way you think.
Never settle for less than success.
Success is doing something good.
When you can, where you can, while you can.
It’s better to attempt to do something great and fail,
than attempt to do nothing and succeed.
Success is not necessarily reaching your goal- but reaching the maximum possibilities in light of the opportunities that come your way.
To keep your values on target remember to live so that when you “arrive”, you’ll have pride behind you and hope ahead of you.
The success is truly the path to heaven.
Success is never ending, because success is like the process of seed planting. Every creative contribution like a seed planted may bear fruit.
Success finally is not what you have it is not what you do;
it is who you are, and what
you want to become of yourself.
poem by Felix Lugo
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Claire...by Talile Ali
in on a wind
tossed from the clouds
always correct
never allowed
to be heard by everyone she loved on earth
roots so deep
beyond the clay
praying for light
bleeding for pay
from labor without recognition and ashamed
will there ever be a view
from her blistered, shattered room
of a life free of strife and decay
is it always meant to be
devoid of life and charity
leaching an existence on it's way
poem by Talile Ali
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Nothing In Common
You and I have nothing in common.
When I look to the sky,
I do not seek clouds.
And when it rains I feel nourished.
At least I accept a growth of some kind,
Is going on to encourage my mind...
To remain curious with an inquisitive need,
To adventure.
You associate your life with everything negative.
If I allowed you...
I'd be limping around feeling pains of empathy.
And you'd be there...
Delighting to see my back hunched over,
From a load of your constant unpacking of complaints.
My mind is not here for you to pluck.
All that time I've given to you has been used up.
You and I have nothing in common.
When I look to the sky,
I do not seek clouds.
And when it rains I feel nourished.
At least I accept a growth of some kind,
Is going on to encourage my mind...
To remain curious with an inquisitive need,
To adventure.
And you only come around to offer dead ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find Focus 1728
Few self-selected boundaries secure
success against distortions. Envy, greed
may undermine intentions fine, immure
great goals from circumspection's jesses freed.
Need's great when limits grate, for cynosure.
Where moderation frets, ambitions feed
appetites which waste, haste immature,
potential spendthrift squandered. To succeed,
spurn sinecure, forthrightness fair ensure,
refusing pride's possession, purblind lead
feeding views subjective, premature.
Find focus as unbiased instincts guide.
Way's narrow, high's temptation's signing fee
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
(11 April 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Melting Icebergs
One day...
When the joy of observing others,
Suffer from our aggressions
Have lost their appetite...
We will discover our ambitions have diminished!
And we have had no other purposes to live
But to believe God thought of us as so special
As to bestow upon us with the kind of power
To produce our own self destruction!
Only to find that we blame HIM...
Or HER
Or IT
Or THAT!
For not paying attention to the 'signs' that warn us...
Our egos will never be satisfied,
Until we completely destroy the Earth.
Because 'someone'...
Somewhere
One day
Will eventually think of a brilliant way,
To sell parcels of Heaven so cheaply...
People of lesser means will be 'dieing' to get in!
Able to afford the fee of entry!
Leaving the few that are left,
To kill each other over useless profits
Chipped away
On melting icebergs...
They float upon
And ultimately providing not a shred
Of a lasting benefit!
'Why do you have to be so negative?
The icebergs are melting
Because of the increased demand
For cleaner drinking water!
God is doing that to make us healthier! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
When You Are Done Feeding Yourself On Lies
You have repeatedly shown,
You have no regard for me.
One day when your eyes have cleared,
You will acknowledge how much of your life
I have nourished.
And my contributions to your survival,
You have despised...
Will be freed from your deceptions.
And your ability to slander...
Is chased away by remorse and honesty.
When you are done feeding yourself on lies...
Only then will you begin to respect my worth!
With a polishing done to your own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Estranged With a Differentness
I often wondered
Where we would be
If we saw each other
With more enlightened clarity!
I am sure we would not sit...
Estranged with a differentness.
Believing we had feelings,
The other would dismiss.
And 'why' do we put ourselves,
In this predicament?
When it is obvious to me...
And it has to be to you,
Whenever we are apart...
This split we do not wish,
At least not like this...
Like a wedge between us to exist!
Like 'this'!
Leaving us in 'fits' to think...
The other should grow up,
And stop acting like a child!
When afterall...
'This' would not have happened,
To either of us.
IF the other had admitted,
'They' provoked and started it!
To let it stew for a while!
And I will wait,
For as long as it takes...
To receive an apology and a smile!
It is not me who is the stubborn one.
I was the one who introduced both class and style!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynosure 1314 2006 Version
High sensitivity cannot secure
soul's struggle against fear where envy, greed
may undermine ambitions fine, immure
the mind behind walls high when freedom's need
is great, must greater grow, - our world has ills to cure.
Focus forthright's needed to ensure
a healthy harmony, where hope may feed
upon the way not waste, haste immature,
potential open-handed, to succeed,
not eat itself, self sell - pride premature.
Avoid both pride's possession, prepossession
egocentric tomb boom's sinecure.
Sonnet session ends on upbeat - freshen
impressions and advance as cynosure.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Conditioned By a Private Mission
The quest that shelters and protects my steps,
Keeps me honest and at my best.
I may not always give what one expects.
I can acknowledge my mistakes,
And hope choices I make...
Do not cause a friend or foe heartbreak!
I can not stop to compare what I've done,
To others on paths to out do or out run!
Separate are journeys taken,
Some with anguish and some with fun.
However I choose to view my life...
I hope not to confuse or abuse,
Those accomplishments done by anyone!
I am conditioned by a private mission.
And efficient one day I desire to become.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not to abuse
I have taken vow not to abuse anyone
Show kindness to all and disrespect to none
I have realized it lately but still not very late
I can clearly say this and firmly state
It is unbecoming of a human entity
If you do not realize the gravity
All sorts of praise for selfish ends
Out of tune living and no sense for foe or friends
The human life may not be available in next birth
It should be made memorable and worth
There are many unexplored fields to excel
It must be utilized for performing well
It will be befitting to your aim and mission
Possible that you may not succeed to liaison
People may show affront for your noble efforts
Still at the end of the day you can happy report
The inner voice may definitely respond
You deed and action may certainly correspond
It will be seen and reflected in every move
You have been afforded nice opportunity to prove
You will find many individual kneed deep in crime
They have only one aim to succeed in time
Let any thing happen to their brethren
They have nothing to worry or have any concern
They will live as human being but leave as unnoticed
No one will come to know about what they promised?
It will be treated just as normal departure
They will leave no mark to be remembered in future
You can lead ordinary but with worthwhile appearance
You are quoted all over with very good reference
This is what one is expected to achieve and attain
The fair name stands good and convincingly maintained
People may regard you not for wealth or position
It will be purely for your act and devotion
It is learnt that no one can claim it on any quality
It has something to with action and reality
Great people were loved and honored for their devotion
They always moved with correct direction
People loved them in good faith and followed
They pursued the right path and others too were allowed
It was not for mere show
The sentiment were expressed and allowed to grow
There was fine movement with action to flow
People were ready to sacrifice with only one go
It is not desired on anybody’s part to act false
Only simplicity and honesty is expected and nothing else
It may make you worthwhile for good human being
Otherwise we all are jokers in circus ring
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not For A Single Entity
If you can see the unattainable.
Set forth an embark for someone to continue on when you're gone.
Sometimes a single life time is not enough.
So share in our goals and ambitions to really achieve what we desire.
Not for single entity.
But for the entire humanity.
One can not predict the future.
But one can generate it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Free To Be Filthy
No regard or sign of respect.
Raised on material values...
And ideals they neglect.
Just for a dollar,
They have turned the world into a mess.
Free to be filthy.
And a scum achieved...
Has been their best effort yet!
Mongers of hate...
With absence of thought!
Taught by a society,
Seeped in delusions brought!
And yet they believe their lifestyles appeal!
As they trash humanity,
With an allowed zest and zeal!
Creeps and leechers...
Seeking attention they get!
Representing sleaze,
As a determined conquest!
And those who wished...
At a time,
To correct all of this...
Watch as bystanders,
Stepping over to avoid
All the crap that exists.
Others seem consciously accepting,
And so quick to digest...
Disgusting appearances,
With a filth nourished without protest!
And this diseased way of life...
Spreads like an uncurable cancer.
No opponent in battle is winning this fight!
Mindsets have been condoned,
To avoid any insight!
Fed on destruction.
To eliminate the good,
From lives no one wants to live as it should.
And 'threatened' by all,
That living right might ignite...
In goodwill, peace and brotherhood,
Feeding on this appetite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out In Numbers
We try,
But few succeed...
Not to be that fool ruled by passion.
When only disgust to us is returned.
And what is it we ultimately choose to do?
We torture ourselves with a feeling of stupidity,
To slowly overcome.
Some try to dismiss this as a necessity,
Since today...
So many fools are out in numbers to convince,
The proving to be the bigger fool can be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All...Fall Out!
All...fall out!
A disturbance growing has been spotted.
Tieing folks up in knots.
But has to be blocked and stopped!
Fall out!
Arise from your kingdom wishes.
Awaken from your slumberdom.
And 'zippy dee doo dahs'
You have found delicious.
Blazing 'bling' you sought to buy,
Has glazed your eyes to hypnotize you asleep.
You allowed those creepers upon your peace.
To leave you thoughtless...
Insecure and weak.
Unphased you remain in a daze too deep.
But nothing you declare is yours...
Settles in your stomach,
As nourishment to eat!
All...fall out!
No parade is at rest here.
Your attention is demanded.
There has been a change in this atmosphere.
Your wish to solicit an 'at ease' will not come.
You are ordered to combat an ignorance...
That must be overcome and done!
A viciousness keeps those unconscious,
And transfixed.
In a hopelessness...
No one can afford to continue to dismiss.
Or in a sharing of despair.
All...fall out!
And everyone of you beware!
We have embarked on a new plateau.
And the command given...
Is for all of you to care!
And NOW!
All...fall out!
Silence! You doubters!
Not a peep.
Not a mumble.
QUIET!
Close your mouths!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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