Traditions and Specifics
This journey I began,
Started for me many years ago.
So save your pretense and flattery.
They do nothing for my ego.
So regard my expressions,
Not poetry at all.
And by use of academic standards,
What I do does not fit a mold they can recall.
And I wonder if Shakespeare,
Or Maya Angelou or Langston would approve...
If Nikki Giovanni,
Said it differently than Sonia Sanchez.
Or if Harriet Beecher Stowe,
Thought Mark Twain...
Or Edgar Allan Poe were shallow poets?
And if she did...
What makes her or the others,
Authorities to know?
How talents such as these are bestowed.
Especially when times move on!
And mentalities 'should' grow!
Beyond the halls of formal education.
Where some still seek to teach and be taught.
Like those who are of conceptual talents.
And few of those have not been shown.
Or at least in some places,
Not yet exposed...
To innovative thinking.
With a dose of creativity imposed.
So many are threatened,
By the unknown!
This journey I began,
Started for me many years ago.
So save your pretense and flattery.
They do nothing for my ego.
In fact...
Egos seem to be attached,
To those limited to academics.
And intellectually gifted...
To analyze and dissect,
What has already been depicted.
And devoid of the 'what ifs' of life...
Those who are 'curious' enjoy.
Those who are annoyed by others!
The ones intellectualizing,
Traditions and specifics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps I'll Never Again See Old Clara Mountain
I'm getting on in years and looking older even than my age of two years with three score
And perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain and climb the high fields up through Claramore
In Claraghtalea I started my life's journey but I'm not to know where and when that journey will end
In sixty two years I've known a lot of people but not everyone I've known I'd call a friend
I often think about the Town of Millstreet where mine once was a fairly well known face
Though there today I well might be a stranger a stranger even in my old Homeplace
I am one of many migrants from Duhallow for to try my luck in the big World out there
Duhallow people are known to be travellers and one from there one could meet anywhere
I often think of those I went to school with many of them the grandparents of today
Perhaps the years have left them looking older even some of them with the departed lay
It has been many years since I've last seen them the years eventually do tell on all
On looking back our young years went so quickly and for everyone of us a final Fall
Perhaps I'll never again see old Clara Mountain or walk in the fields where the rank rushes grow
In Claraghatlea I began my life's journey but where and when that journey will end I'm not to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Journey through the furnace.
Many were called
But few were chosen
Into the call of academic glory
The journey many started
Ended with but a few.
7 scores and a decade*
Started the journey towards greatness
On the same path and terrace.
Some took another route
Some fell out fortuitously
4 scores and a half decade*
Got to the end of the road.
We who ended are no better
Than we who started the journey
In this great academia
With moral prison yards
And religious bigotry.
Those who have fallen out
Or, rather
Taken another route
Shall forever remain in our heart
As we end this journey
And close this phase of our life
Taking a bold step
Into the universal city
Of the world beyond…
poem by Phillips Olayanju
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Pointless Oppositions
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
When I began to do this I felt alone and strange.
Especially when people misunderstood my attempts,
To do what I desired and not seek attention to get.
Although it was part of the territory to be exposed.
I only knew of a love of it.
Ego had nothing to do what I chose!
And as years have gone by so happy am I,
To see others with 'gifts' express them in public.
I know how lonely and difficult it gets,
When others with no interests...
'Assume' they can pass judgement with senseless tests.
Hoping to discourage those born to do their best.
To only witness one determined to be who they are,
And achieve with a doing to reflect their best efforts.
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
And...
Putting to rest,
Those who protest with their pointless oppositions.
Only those who know,
Grow from those wounds to heal to show what's real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Personal Journey
If someone had told me years ago,
poetry would make my name.
I would have politely smiled
and nodded yes,
and not believed a word of it.
I remember once
attending a poetry reading
and calmly getting up
and declaring I was not a poet,
and then wondered why everyone laughed.
They must have realised something
I did not know
that in fact, I was a poet,
of course, that was a long time ago,
and much waters
have crossed under the bridge of my life.
The doodles I once called poems
were in fact poems after all.
Some were much better
than I could ever dream of.
It took me a long time
and the internet to realise that fact.
Now I have started a new dawn
within my writing career,
taken steps down roads
I never thought I would go.
The journey has not been unmarked,
as I have gained so much more
than just becoming recognised as a writer.
I have gained so many friends across the world.
Something I could have only dreamed about
in my younger years.
17 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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For Everyone The Life Journey
For everyone the life journey is different though a journey that for all of us must end
Along the way we meet some who do not like us But we also do make many a good friend
And on the journey we learn many lessons we've been learning from life since before we did crawl
And every day we live in life for us a lesson and that applies to you and me and all
And on our life journey we make many mistakes and for every one of them some price to pay
But we must struggle onwards towards the finish and every dawning for us a new day
For many life's road more uphill than downhill it is a hard journey to undertake
We have the good days and we have the bad days and every dawn to a new challenge we wake
Tomorrow is another day they will tell you and tomorrow in it's own good time will come
But tomorrow will not be for everybody today's will be the last sunset for some
For every one of us life's journey is different so different for you as it is for me
And our thinking on most things are quite different we all look at life so very differently
For everyone the life journey has to end sometime but where or when we are not meant to know
For some it will end before they reach their prime years and for some when they are walking slow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe
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God Will Judge
I came upon a fork in the road
And I didn't know which path to take
Should I take the path most traveled upon
As that decision I just have to make.
So I ponder the decision for a while
Till an outcome came to my mind
I would take the one that was less traveled
And truthfully I still know not why.
I started my journey down that path
As down that road I began to walk
I then began to think the thoughts to myself
And also to myself I began to talk.
I came upon two men and a woman arguing
Screaming back and forth about hate and love
I bowed my head and then I walked away
And I said to them, one day GOD he will judge.
I walked down the road a little bit further
Then I noticed water upon the path
It formed a pond which became my mirror
Then I saw myself looking in, so I had to laugh.
I looked so sad and I look so confused
As at first I didn't think that it was me
But they say with age comes wisdom and sadness
So maybe that really was myself looking back at me.
I continued my journey down the path
Just seeing were it was going to take me next
Or will the road just end like how it began
So later in the day I might sit back and reflect.
I then came across some people stealing and fighting
While an innocent man was screaming that's enough
Then like cowards I saw them all just run away
Then I said to the innocent, one day GOD he will judge.
So I continued my journey down that path
Out of curiosity to see where It would take me then
But it took me back to that same fork in the road
My ending was also where my journey did begin.
Then suddenly I had awaken from that dream
My journey was really a dream that I just had
And was it a dream about my very own circle of life
Especially my pain and suffering and what made me sad.
So I sat up in my bed and started reflecting back
Into my soul which is full of sadness of love
I think the dream was telling me do not ever forget
And that also in time to all, GOD He will judge.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Always It Will Be The Same
Sat around and checked my watch
As I waited for the midnight hour
And I thought about the things
That happened
On this day that began thirteen years ago
I started on this journey
I started on this journey
Yeah, I smile when I think about it
Know I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will it be the same
Here I am infatuated
Never thought that it would take me up this far
When I picked up a guitar
And learned to play it for the first time
But here I am and here we are
Doing what we want to do
Im lucky beyond luck
And I wont mess it up
Yeah, I smile when I think about it
No I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will it be the same
Here I am infatuated
Smile when I think about it
No I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will it be the same
Here I am infatuated
Yeah, I smile when I think about it
No I cant live without it
Laugh and go on about this all the time
Never have I felt this way
Always will I be the same
Here I am infatuated
Yeahhh....
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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Based Upon Materialistic Concepts
I can not call my breathing a hobby.
Nor do I relate,
To those who associate creativity...
To a dollar bill.
And there are many like that.
Attached to things.
Disconnected spiritually...
To any talents or gifts,
To them God brings!
When asked how much I 'make'...
I get irate with folks like that.
And those who say they have no time to create...
I know right away,
With them I do not relate.
And those who say they have faith in God...
To only admit,
They do not accept God given talents,
Are their main jobs.
I have limited patience.
Knowing from them,
I can only expect a production of excuses.
Based upon materialistic concepts.
And as I age...
From folks like this,
I wish to keep my distance.
And God kept pleased!
Since He is the only One,
To know where I come from.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Started Loving You Again
There was a time when
I thought that our love was failing.
Then you got ill and nearly died,
and I found out how a lonely life would be,
so today I started loving you again.
The sun in my life began to shine again,
the roses in our garden even started to bloom,
my life began to lift me higher,
and our home is a battleground no more,
for today, I started loving you again.
Never will I doubt our love again.
We have something so precious;
I would be a fool to let it go.
I now realise the consequences.
So today, I started loving you again.
6 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Journey Into Lovesmacked Adulthood
for gifted young minds
from nurturing families
childhood years may be easy
journey through childhood
journey through teenage years
may be continuous joy ride
some gifted students
never endure problems
at school fortune smiles
therefore entry into adulthood
may come as quite a shook
adversity has taught no lessons
in a nutshell
it may be rather difficult
to study work abroad
difficult year or study
both chance variant happen
par for course life lesson
life not study
poses the problem
for gifted minds
since the gifted mind
never had much
problem with schools
thus when the gifted
are doing exactly
exactly what they want
what they absolutely love
they find no hardship in it
thus beware intensity love
fatal may be danger love
love may be a hurricane
cupid leaves lovesmacked
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When Remembered For What It Is And Missed
Knowing the business of one's talent helps,
After establishing a recognition.
It is not the fact that one gains attention,
That a gift is remembered when it is presented.
It is the timelessness of content.
And one's ability to perceive,
From where that talent comes...
To one who has received it from a birth given.
To acknowledge a tree and admire its leaves,
To then disregard its roots...
Is a foolish position one should never take.
People become curious when one's talent is exposed.
But only those who are about the genuineness,
Of their talents from a business sense...
Continue to work on it all their lives.
And the growth and blooming of it shows to others,
Who enjoy the taste of it over and over again.
Since the quality of it never diminishes,
When remembered for what it is and missed.
And a true talent that is,
Never becomes subjected to standards lowered...
By those who excel,
In limited beliefs...
That a game pf playing a battle of wits,
Is part of it!
It isn't.
Not in this genre!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Save Me
(with dave mason)
Save me...
Save me...
Shes not a star
But shell go far
So shes telling all her friends
Shes only young and just begun
To see clearly
In her eyes
Nothing turned out like she thought it would
(thought it would)
And I was waiting right there where she stood
She said: save me
From this wicked world Im livin in
She said: save me
I dont wanna lose, I wanna win
I cant run and I cant hide
(cant run, cant hide away)
I cant run and I cant hide
(cant run, cant hide away)
She said: save me
(save me, girl)
She said save me...
Ooh!
All on her own
Shes on the phone
So sincerely...
Ooh... makin a joke
Theres no reply
She wonders why
And pays the rent one more time
Everybodys out there on the take
(on the take)
And I was there when she began to brake
(she began to brake)
She said: save me
From this wicked world Im livin in
(save me, baby)
She said: save me
I dont wanna lose, I wanna win
I cant run and I cant hide
(cant run, cant hide away)
I cant run and I cant hide
(cant run, cant hide away)
She said: save me
(save me, girl)
She said save me...
Ooh!
Everybodys out there on the take
(on the take)
And I was there when she began to brake
She said: save me
From this wicked world Im livin in
(save me, girl)
She said: save me
I dont wanna lose, I wanna win
I cant run and I cant hide
(cant run, cant hide away)
I cant run and I cant hide
(cant run, cant hide away)
She said: save me
(cant run, cant hide away)
She said save me...
(cant run, cant hide away)
Save me, girl
(save me)
Save me, girl
(cant run, cant hide away)
Save my soul
(save me)
Save me, girl
(cant run, cant hide away)
Save my soul
(save me)
Save me, girl
(cant run, cant hide away)
Save my soul, baby
(save me)
Save me girl
(cant run, cant hide away)
Ooh...
(save me)
Save me, girl
(cant run, cant hide away)
Save my soul
(save me)
You cant run
(cant run, cant hide away)
You cant hide
(save me)
Come on, baby
(cant run, cant hide away)
Hoo!
Save my soul...
Ooh!
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Without Lip Or Sucking Of Tongue
Of course I know 'how' I arrived.
And the length of time it took,
For anyone to notice my presence.
Although it was not my presence,
Or reason why...
That I began this journey to be noticed.
I was much too young.
Like a puppy first seeing its tail for the first time...
And curious as to where it came from.
Who knew?
I didn't!
Until I began following an attraction,
That seemed always in my mind.
Of course I 'know' how I arrived.
I first heard my voice.
And my parents noticed it.
I learned if I used it in certain ways,
They were there.
I was a baby them.
Then I connected my voice to words.
I was in awe that letters were attached.
And those letters attached used in different ways,
Made those words I said more or less effective.
Then I began to see those letters change,
As I began to print them by hand slowly.
I was amazed! .
Then I discovered certain words I shouldn't say!
I should never have been told that.
Because even today...
I will use those same words to chase people away.
Of course I know 'how' I arrived.
And I used a lot of cussing along the way.
Trust me.
But I stopped when it was pointed out to me,
I 'seemed' to have had more intelligence than that.
And whoever said that to me,
Had no clue as to how curious I was.
'Ma?
What's intelligence? '
~Someobody who asks too many questions.
And is about to get on my last nerve.~
'You talking about me? '
~Are you or are you not in my face? ~
'Why can't I ask you anything,
Before it's turned into a test? '
~And if you want to pass,
You know what to do.
Without lip or sucking of tongue.
You got that, mister? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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“The Journey Called Life”
From where I have started to where will I end,
The journey has been long, winding and tiring.
From nothing to something… it has never been an easy adventure.
I have been tried with luck; tried with hard works;
I am tried with pains and heartaches too…
I have found love and lost it… I have found new one, I’ve tried to keep it.
I have found friends and only few remains,
I have found money, but it never really stays.
The lesson of journey is uncontainable.
I want to move on as life is moving on…
I wish to move on with it, I want to go on its flow.
To an unpredictable journey called life,
Walking alone in this path, with guts and determination.
By God’s grace and guidance.
I want to continue the journey once more…
A journey where people would remember me
As a lady who won a million smiles and conquer goodbyes.
I keep on taking my unavoidable journey in this deep blue sea with struggles and hopes.
Until one day, my journey will bring me to my destiny, that’s then that I will be home.
-aira
poem by Aira Olayvar
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Always there
Before the Daystar was in position
and the planets began their round
Or the galaxies were called into being
and a single star was found.
There standing at the threshold of 'The beginning',
preceding time and space.
You said 'Let there be' and the vast universe
nestled neatly into place.
Light burst forth commencing a great journey,
shining its' illuminating ray
and thus began the glorious dawning
of the very first created day.
Many years have passed and gone since that first day
with its pristine light did shine
including times when in the garden Adam
walked and talked with God Divine.
But sin through disobedience brought
separation between God and man
and God through grace began to implement
His wonderful salvation plan.
To walk with men on earth and to climb
that Calvary hill and there to die
To save us from the penalty of our sin
and the law to satisfy.
You have always been there,
throughout the history of the human race
and Lord, You will always be there,
when the new heaven and earth takes its place.
When this old creation has passed away
and the new Jerusalem appears
and the multitude of redeemed sing your praises
through the eternal years.
Condition of Traditions
How will we handle,
The complete absence of fading values.
And the dismissing of those messages,
Through the years.
Those messages missed and blocked,
By closed ears.
How will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.
How will we handle the right 'not' to fight,
In needless struggle.
Or clinched our teeth upon a bullet...
As tormenting pain surrounds,
To black and whiten...
Dimming colorized sights.
How will we handle scandle,
And revelations disbelieved.
How many awakened from deep and peaceful sleep,
Will move forward and aware they are seeking outreach.
And...
Just how many will be amused,
By thoughts of being used and abused by slick trickers!
Soliciting more of their conflicts,
In daylight and on city streets.
How can any of this be handled,
While being fixed quickly...
In the midst of this mix!
If...
Conditions of traditions are still disrespected.
Ignored and neglected.
And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
How will we handle,
The complete absence of fading values.
And the dismissing of those messages,
Through the years.
Those messages missed and blocked,
By closed ears.
How will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.
And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers,
With selfish lives.
Grim and down and out dreamers,
With selfish lives.
And ammunition is deficient for the ones who are depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
Depicted as the:
Grim and down and out dreamers.
With-selfish-lives!
Grim and down and out dreamers.
With-selfish-lives!
Grim and down and out dreamers.
With-selfish-lives!
Just how will we handle the loss of standards,
And our way of self righteous life.
'How can any of this be handled,
While being fixed quickly...
In the midst of this mix!
If...
Conditions of traditions are still disrespected.
Ignored and neglected? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soildier Of My Heart
When ever l m so low
they is only one soilder
of my heart whom is always
there for me, that is my mother
truly you are my soldier of my heart...
Without you l m hopeless
you smile, poolishes my heart
and the love which you have for
us which is like
she is like my favouite book
of poetry maya angelou and madison parnell, like my source
of relief..her love washes all the
pain and sorrow in my heart..
Through the dark times and good
times you are always on my side
when ever l need you, you are
a special gift which is fragile
a gift which More worthy than
my Grand slam tittles, you are the soilder of my heart....
You are the only doctor
who can heal my wounds inside my heart, with your love and support.turn back mommy
and look at the foot prints
and how far we have come from
in this journey.
In 1994 tragedy, the tragedy
that almost claimed my life
but through the mercy of the
Almighty l made it, you were
there for me......a moment where
tragedy that was turned into
trumph, you are the best gift l
ever had which God bestowed me.
My soldier of my heart.
God bless my mother
the soilder of my heart
continue to bestow her many more rains to witness, the growth
and harvest&off spring of the
special seed you bestowed her.
The only soilder of my heart
who can stand for me during the
dark times and sorrow, a soldier
who gives me hope in this journey
without you l m nothing, l m hopeless, they is no worse death than the end of hope
Through darkness moments
in the journey, they is always a soilder who brings light in my
heart giving me solace..with out
you l m like a ship without a compass..
You always there for us to
make ends meet and to see us
happy! ! Oh lord here my cry God
bless my Mother, the only soldier
of my hear
poem by Donald Kuutsi
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Conversations With Angels
I spent five months,
Recuperating...
From threatening life diseases.
Six weeks of total isolation,
Meditating and deep praying.
Doing exercises,
My doctors then thought...
I was too weak to survive.
Well that was five years ago now.
And I know God has bestowed upon me,
A miracle.
I had a mindset that was limited,
To gifts and talents God has blessed me with.
And being alive with that experience behind me...
I am less inclined,
To perceive this world...
As a place God does not watch,
Nonstop!
Especially after having conversations,
With 'Angels'.
And some were unbelievably hilarious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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