Too Painful Of An Activity
One day people will stop,
Beating their heads up against a wall.
And realize that steel and concrete,
Are not created to expose one's intelligence that way.
It's too painful of an activity!
Nor do those trappings enclose,
Where the process of creative thought is done.
Some are confused when seeking to identify progress.
And realize it too late,
When the ones they should have appreciated...
Have been in their own environment but dismissed.
How is a forgiving recovery,
Be restoring enough to rebuild a greatness from this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into Themselves
People into themselves,
Live lives delusioned to fantasize.
And they are distracted by facts,
With a hope one day...
A reality they wish to inflict,
Will not restrict with obstacles...
That affect their strides.
It becomes increasingly difficult,
To support and defend...
Those like them.
They are not molded with backbone,
Another could depend.
Fence sitters undecided,
With a self esteem dismissed.
Often are destructive to progress...
With a delaying of it.
And direct they are not.
Deceivers they tend to be.
With a seeking of attention...
To stop a process intended,
That will expose their activity...
Lacking in accountability!
People into themselves,
Live lives delusioned to fantasize.
And they are distracted by facts,
With a hope one day...
A reality they wish to inflict,
Will not restrict with obstacles...
That affect their strides.
Or the need they have to embellish,
From the shadows where they hide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much a Do About Nothing
Too much time to wait
Too much nonsense to talk
Do we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too many thought for trivial thing
Too much pride for simple matter
Will we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much hatred in watching
Too much angst in reading
Could we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much energy to laugh
Too much bitterness to share
Though we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many advices to keep the health
Too many rules to guide our life
And then we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many strategies to win the battle
Too much work to pay the bill
But we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much emotion to reason failure
Too many questions to prove loyalty
When we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much formality for an action
Too many lies for denial
So we realize
We much a do about nothing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Habitually Fixed
People addicted to nonsense,
Are no different than those addicted to crack.
Or any other sedation that medicates.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
People addicted to nonsense,
Prefer to see a disagreement with their ideologies...
As confrontations..
With a nothingness with someone in this mindset,
That ever gets done.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
This activity is representative of those who create conflicts,
To protect interests.
And those interests have been habitually fixed to delusions.
And people like this,
Stubborn and fixed...
Live assuming any progress that moves forward,
Is a conspiracy that threatens their beliefs!
And as long as they keep passing the 'pipe' around...
They will interpret the crumbling of foundations,
As a work of art!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps Progress Will Soon Begin to Move Forward
Now a serious argument takes place among them,
To remove the word 'retarded' from their records kept!
And also from an increasingly insecure consciousness.
Although an unaccountable responsibility remains.
Things take time to correct.
It's never too late to have a scrambled egg.
Even if it's served at dinner.
Idiot and imbecile are their other depictions.
And since their stupidity seems to be environmental...
At least some reflection is being self examined.
Remember when dinner was popularly called 'supper'?
And all adults were thought to have had a normal thought process?
A child does not suspect fools to be a dime a dozen.
The road to their complete recovery from delusion,
May come sooner than expected.
Those now contemplating the word 'retardation' to be offensive.
Hopefully...
These same folks,
Who witness this activity increasing amongst themselves,
Will use this same element of 'awareness'
To deal with issues of sensitivity to identify,
Their total lack of mental competence.
There's great honor given to those who step aside.
Especially when the mind decays.
There has been an absence of mental competence.
Maybe we are living in a resurgence of it.
And perhaps progress will soon begin to move forward,
Again...
Since greed had it stagnated for many many years!
'Retarding' everything in its path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Determined And Disciplined
I had been once told,
My advice given to those...
Wanting careers in the performing arts,
Was a bit too frightening, bleak and stark.
And would scare them away from the field.
Well,
My attitude about that is this...
If it is something desired one wishes,
They will find a way to do it regardless...
Of the opposition,
Seeking to diminish a mind determined and disciplined.
And those skating through creative professions,
Seeking the ease by which to pursue a dream...
Can do that to realize the heights of mediocrity.
However...
A greatness achieved takes a lot of hard work.
And very little sleep to give it life to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can't Realize
I realize buds, flowers and their blooming
in the gardens of earth;
Only I can't realize their falling down from trees.
I realize clouds, rain and the sweet soft sound of its fall;
Only I can't realize the thunder.
Rivers, fields, oceans, forests, hills, mountains—
I realize them all;
Only I can't realize the deserts.
I realize fish, shark, deer and bright striped tiger;
Only I can't realize a shark beside a fish and a tiger
beside a deer.
I realize life,
many turns of life I realize very clearly;
Only the ice-cold death I can't realize any way.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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In The Stealing Of Someone's Thunder
People are so caught up,
In the stealing of someone's thunder.
Or trying to sparkle just as bright,
Under another's given light.
As if the process does not require work.
So focused they are,
In the seeking of what is believed...
To another comes easy.
That they will abandoned their own paths,
In the ignoring of their own tasks.
Only to realize too late,
That what another does...
Is the wearing of several hats,
That were fitted to be custom made.
With a toiling done to pay for them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To realize the value
To realize the value of a sister ask someone who doesn't have one...To realize the value of ten years ask a newly divorced couple... To realize the value of four years ask a graduate...To realize the value of one year ask a student who has failed the final exam...To realize the value of nine months who gave birth to a still born...To realize the value of one week ask an editor of a weekly newspaper...To realize the value of one minute ask a person who has missed the train, bus, or plane...To realize the value of one second ask a person who has survived an accident...time waits for no one, treasure it even more when you share it with someone special...To realize the value of a friend or family member >Lose One...
poem by Jessica Cheng
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The Wink
It might of been created by a liar or a thief
So people will be confused by a thought or a belief
And at that moment of time when you will stop and think
You will not realize you've been tricked, as there will be a wink,
You might think all is alright and that is acceptable
As you wont see what truly is perceptible,
And if you are with that friend and they offer you a drink
Be careful before you drink it, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created when someone was looking for the truth
Or maybe they were curious, or maybe they were a sleuth
But when they are close to an answer you will notice their eye
Then you will see that wink, now you won't care about why,
You are happy and pleased as now you will walk away
But what was the truth, as not a word did they say,
When people tell you all is alright, but your life is at its brink
Be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created by a spouse or a cheater
But we know it wasn't created by either Paul or Peter
When the truth is asked for, it is told without a blink
So we must be ever so weary of that devilish wink
In the history of time it as been used to trick and confuse
And also to confirm a lie, and also to amuse,
Remember the devil signs his contracts in blood and ink
So in life be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
poem by Randy McClave
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Caricatures
Bad mouthing others,
Seems to be always done by those...
Who believe they are on the rise,
Of some social circuit acceptance.
Until they realize,
They have become caricatures...
In an environment of people,
Seeking only to be entertained.
No interest is given,
To create or leave anything that sustains...
Or maintains an historic substance.
Unless what is being created,
'Is' historic and valued as having substance.
And that usually is not determined,
By those staring at entrances and exits...
To approve the arrival of who enters.
With a glance of a nearby clock to acknowledge,
The exact time someone who is talked about...
Leaves and with whom,
If not alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As a columnist, I realize that whatever amount of corruption I expose, half my readers will block it out, although they may get a frisson of joy in the process.
quote by Margaret Carlson
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Thought And Intelligence
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
A society debating the importance of education...
But not employing the effects of prioritizing its benefits,
Leaves those with high expectations conflicted and confused.
Especially when those who express thought and intelligence,
Are mentally abused and 'accused' of 'thinking' they are 'smart'.
In fact,
There are more people encouraging the act of cheating today...
Just to prove being competent does not require common sense.
Not if the goal is to be seen as successful with abilities to impress.
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embellished By Desire
Does a greatness exist,
To remind itself that's what it is?
Or is it what it is because it is convinced...
A greatness has been achieved?
From its perspective.
Although the quality of it,
Has long been diminished...
By those seeking clarity and definition!
And not deluded interpretations,
Fantasized and embellished by desire.
An isolated slice of a whole...
May wish to call itself anything it chooses.
But it can not exist as it is by itself exclusively.
One day it does awaken...
To realize the foolishness of this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Place To Sit
Smoochers and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Mini’s and Roller’s, and lady strollers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Children that play who meet everyday
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys the ‘for sale’ toys
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Addicts and dealers, and police squealers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Dogs out for a pee who can’t find a tree
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Drunks in the night who like to fight
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Spray painters and doodlers, and bench abusers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers, and obliterators
never stopped until they destroyed this concrete bench.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Keep It Real
Excuse me.
I hate to annoy you!
'Oh,
You're not! '
Those people?
Those people that were taunting you.
About your abilities and lack of qualifications...
To teach and be a good role model for their children?
What has happened to them?
'Either attending funerals or visiting the prisons.
You know...
The ones seeking to identify appropriate role models,
For their...er, uh...children? '
You say that as a matter of fact!
'Oh,
It is!
And if you've noticed...
I've been in this same spot,
Watching them pass judgement.
But of late,
They seem to have stopped! '
You shouldn't let that hamper your progress.
I wouldn't let that drop!
'You asked me about the people who were taunting me...
Did you not? '
Yes!
'From your point of view...
Who would you say has made more progress?
And keep it real!
Although it seems like I'm not doing a thing,
Does it?
Here take this.
It's a copy of my book.
You can have it.
I'm working on a new one.
Entitled, 'There's Nothing Like Minding Your Own Business'
Especially if your business does not please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's Not Always Fair
Life is the thing that all people have the right to,
But not all people have it the way they want it.
People take life for granted,
There's suicide, and homicide, People killing other people.
One thing I have learned is...
Life's not always fair, So deal with it.
Some people live and some people die,
Death is not always the answer.
The angels come down,
They take you away,
To what you think is the better place to be,
But you miss them...Family, friends, and being THERE!
You never realize what you have until it's gone,
Once it's gone then you realize what has really happened.
You cry and cry, You want to DIE!
People need to realize that, Life's not always fair
Don't die! Live life to the fullest!
And you will see, It can only get better.
No matter how bad things look,
Just realize one thing...LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS FAIR!
poem by Kristina White
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Everything Is You
...you are my everything...
i've been thinking of a way to phrase it
seem to never find the words to say it
but it's true to say
i've been occupied by other things (i've been occupied by other things)
how could i think that you wouldn't notice (you wouldn't notice)
the absence of our closeness
realizing now
i will never let it happen again (again)
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
and now i realize (i realize)
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize that you are my everything
as i sit here contemplating
'bout our love that's slowly fading
so insensitive
didn't hear you calling out for me...(didn't hear you calling out my name..)
if i could change the past i would do
everything to show i appreciate you
open up your heart
let me help you fall in love again
my friend, 'cause now i
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
(now i) and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings (like an angel without it's wings)
(and now) and now i realize
that you are my everything (you are everything)
now i know it (now i know it)
shouldve shown it (should've shown it)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
(life without you here beside me) and like an angel without it's wings
(oh can't you see that i apologize)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it (your the air that i breathe)
and now i realize (the spirit that lives in my soul)
that you are my everything
[repeat chorus until fade]
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Do It And Be Set Free
Don't be the one,
Delayed to be forgiving.
Open up your heart,
And...
Blessings come,
You will know.
Don't be the one,
Delayed to be forgiving.
Open your eyes wide,
To realize...
Your gift IS life.
Don't be the one,
Delayed to be forgiving.
Do it and be set free.
Do it and you will see,
What God can do.
Don't be the one,
Delayed to be forgiving.
Do it and be set free.
Do it and you will see,
What God can do.
For you.
Do it and you will see,
What God can do.
Do it and you will see,
What God will undo for you.
Do it and you will see,
What God can do.
Don't be the one,
Delayed to be forgiving.
Do it and be set free.
Do it and you will see,
What God can do.
For you.
Do it and you will see,
What God can do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Destiny Unfolds
There is always a choice to make
When two paths merge and life takes a break
For a split second, all things are one
As destiny and chaos collide once more
When two paths merge and life takes a break
No one will warn you that it is already to late
To change the path you have taken
As destiny and chaos collide once more
For a split second, all things are one
In that moment, you realize God will not be outdone
This place and time will no longer exist
As destiny and chaos collide once more
No one will warn you it is already too late
The first man and woman sealed your fate
Nothing can stop what was meant to be
As destiny and chaos collide once more
To change the path you have taken
The original spirit must reawaken
To be forsaken was never part of the master plan
As destiny and chaos collide once more
In that moment, you realize God will not be outdone
By now you realize that life is not a dry run
No second chances are guaranteed
As destiny and chaos collide once more
This place and time will no longer exist
And mankind is summarily dismissed
For failing to exercise discipline and reproof
As destiny and chaos collide once more
The first man and woman sealed your fate
The choice is no longer yours to make
What you do now is fruit of the poisonous tree
As destiny and chaos collide once more
Nothing can stop what was meant to be
Two paths have merged into life’s potpourri
The world is filled with to much hate
As destiny and chaos collide once more
The original spirit must reawaken
Or those waiting for the rapture will not be taken
It will all be for not in the end
As destiny and chaos collide once more
To be forsaken was never part of the master plan
The time has come to take a stand
What you do now repeats the past of long ago
As destiny and chaos collide once more
By now you realize that life is not a dry run
What has been will always return
As it was in ancient times, so it will be
As destiny and chaos collide once more
No second chances are guaranteed
No end in sight, no need to proceed
Since all you know will be forgotten
As destiny and chaos collide once more
And mankind is summarily dismissed
Because he labors for vanity
His soul adrift in a sea of confusion
As destiny and chaos collide once more
poem by Nettie Pennington
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While Seeking Something More Impressive
They are the first to admit,
A seeking of creative ways to advance...
And exist in all areas,
That will justify their growth process.
But for whatever the reasons,
They have chosen to dismiss...
Those with the creative expertise,
To recommend with suggestions.
And instead look for scholars,
With book sense to limited mindsets...
To guide them in their quest,
To be the best that they can be!
And...
They still will never see,
The forest for the trees.
While seeking something more impressive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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