Trapped
You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
And in listening to you,
I wonder where your mind is at!
We all live on a planet that is not man made.
And nothing in the Universe,
Relies on you or your point of view.
Without the Sun...
Your life as you know it,
Would not have begun.
And still you disbelieve...
The trees and the complexities,
Allows you to breathe.
And your choice to be here...
Was from your perception to concieve?
You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
And in listening to you,
I wonder where your mind is at!
You certainly have been ill informed.
And your own ignorance has kept you trapped.
So your purpose here is accidental?
And you are going to ensure,
You will leave this scene...
As a tragic crime commited as witnessed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust But Verify
Trust but verify
Don't believe every word that falls of the sky
Trust but verify
For anyone can lie
Trust but verify
Even if your looking straight into their eyes
Trust but verify
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Search your own way
You have to search your own way
I am creator but stay far away
I have put mild heart to feel pulse
To create love and hatred to repulse
I am the one to take care of universe
To help in averse or condition of reverse
Yet the major onus is on human being
Whether he is very poor or king
I loved at small creation
It was meant for happiness and recreation
Are you sure you made it worth living?
With firm belief and really believing
The life has been really made hell
Nothing goes as per order or very well
We have made it as hunting ground
People are butchered and their bodies lay around
The life done away with slight pretext
The grudge is built without any context
Love has taken back seat and rules dark scene
Mistrust and anarchy is routine and daily scene
I had simply sought the lovely universe
Man and woman to live in with peace
Spread the message of love and harmony
This can be the only dream and must be realized by many
I am invisible but seen and claimed by hardly few
It is not that difficult to come near and have full view
I can be seen in smallest or in giant creatures
They all look towards me for secured future
I disappoint nobody and rush to rescue
Everybody gets what has been really due
I make no difference as I am part
Bring them to point when they try to cheat and depart
I have only regret and make it know or let
Let them remember the truth and not forget
What has been seen around is like mirage
That will disappear soon with passing of an age
You have no option but to fall in line
The real power is supreme and divine
It is the fact and must be borne in mind
So learn to live with peace and be very kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Listening
Listening.
And being there for someone loved...
To do just that!
With a mind willing,
To be receptive and clear...
Of opinions sitting,
On the tip of one's tongue.
With a giving of attention,
And staying mum.
Listening to someone.
Listening is not easily done.
For those who have experienced...
A life in which peace of mind has come.
When a listening ear,
Had not been volunteered by no one.
And some who know this...
Do their best to sit with patience.
Listening with no other reason...
But to be there as is wished.
For someone who has selected you,
Just for this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The honest liar
1. I have to tell you that
In the last conversation we had
All I told you were lies
And with all honesty now
I am telling you
That I am a liar.
2. When you asked me
Whether I am dying
I told you I am not
But I have only
A month to live
That is the truth
But look
I am not responsible for you
I am the one
That is dying here.
It is not you.
3. When we speak
I do not demand that
You tell me the truth
We are talking
Because we are here
What you say to me
Is none of my business
To require that you tell
Me the truth
Is in fact, an overburden
Our agreement is
Simple enough
That we just talk
It is nothing more
But a contract of presence
a conversation.
4. In fact what you say
Is the bonus
And it does not matter
Truth or falsehood
We just talk
For a while
While I am here
I am going somewhere
I am leaving
You will be left
And you still have
All the time to contrive
The choice is yours
I have none anymore
5. so that is it
Keep on talking
As I pretend I am listening
I keep on talking too
But my mind
Forgive me
Is somewhere else
You may not understand
It at first
But you will soon
Understand
This world is not simply meant
For one, for one like me.
Or for us.
6. at this stage
Truth and falsehood
Are irrelevant,
Out there
Is beyond truth and falsehood
It is our place.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Do You Really Believe?
It is a natural fact of life that we human beings believe in
one thing or another – either tangible or intangible
The belief system of individual is sometimes determined by
parental heritage, place of birth, religion and societal values
We all grow up believing in many things our parents believe in
By the time we finish high school, our belief system transforms
The transformation occurs through our perception of the society
as influenced by our daily contact with classmates and neighbors
By the time we graduate from colleges and universities
Our belief system metamorphosed to a new level
through our interactions and relationships with the society
What do you really believe?
It is a known fact that many people believe in a Supreme Being
Different names are attributed to this Supreme Being
The name varies from one geographical location to another
The name also differs from one religion to another
To several people, the Supreme Being in known as God
To many mystics, the Supreme Being is called Universal Intelligence
What do you really believe?
Numerous people believe it is allright to eat all kinds of foods
While some believe it is wrong to eat animals and animal products
These people called vegans say that all animals are our friends
Therefore, nobody has the right to slaughter their friends for food
What do you really believe?
Almost everybody believe in the power of money
to solve all their problems and end their difficulties
Some say, even if money cannot make you happy
at least, money will give you peace of mind
What do you really believe?
It is true that what we believe influences our overall perception
Our belief system affects our approach to work ethics
Our belief system shapes our attitude to friends and neighbors
It is right time to search your conscience and ask yourself
What do I really believe?
Whatever may be your beliefs, please enjoy yourself
because you may never pass this road again.
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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To suppose more than one supreme Source of infinite wisdom, power, and all perfections, is to assert that there is no supreme Being in existence.
quote by Adam Clarke
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Poets of The Electron Dream
There is a single factum
for the current century
which has
All Meaning
for Poetry.
The Physicists
have
since the 1920's
told us that electrons
can be in two different places
simultaneously.
The Principle of Uncertainty.
They have finally caught up with
Poets who
have long
argued that
Poetry comes
through
many times
from somewhere else;
other channels
sometimes unknown to
the Poet who
often hurries
to write down
new poems
originating
from venues
which seem to burst through
to consciousness;
Whole Cloth
and fully formed.
Commonplace
yet it has never
been explained:
how this could be?
But now
we all
have to take seriously
that not only electrons
can be here and there
simultaneously,
but perhaps too
so can I and you.
Taking this idea seriously
is to understand
that an Idea
in the human mind
has electrons too
and that any idea
may have in fact
come not only from you
but also from that other you
that is not in the room
that may in fact simultaneously
exist
in parallel
somewhere else
leading a slightly different
life Poetically.
A second point made
in Physics labs
is that electrons
everywhere
pop in and out of existence
instantly;
constantly.
But where do they go when they go
and from where are they coming back from?
Finally, there is physical proof that
Electron A with a positive charge,
if changed to a negative one, will
cause its match
all the way across the universe
to revert its charge to positive.
All matter
therefore is
in constant contact
across all of the Universe
at the same time.
This is the 'Theory of Inflation'
Actually not a theory mind you.
At this point a proven fact.
Poets have long argued
'The Connectedness of All Things'
Now it seems
the Physicists
are agreeing;
boggled minds
in the laboratory
are now
sounding like
Poets of the Electron Dream.
Either Physicists are now Poets
or Poets created Physicists.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Mystic Song Of Love
When Thy Song flows through me
everything's as it should really be
One does not have much choice
when all one hears is Thy voice
In the silence of my inner mind
You come whispering like a chime
Thy Song of Love is a Divine melody
lifting me up to where I ought to be
Now and then I feel Thy presence in my heart
letting me know that we are never really apart
You dispel my ignorance with Thy light
making all before me seem very bright
It would be a shame if I didn't pay any heed
because it's a fact of life I am always in need.
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Note:
Originally titled 'Song Of Love' written in 1993
poem by George Krokos
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A human brain
The only mistake committed by almighty
then realizing the mistake made already
the brain to be used at different level
from childhood till the admission in school
The young age was enjoyed with much fun fare
not to know much about but still to go somewhere
where is the time to think about any existence?
so it is the stage to deny any such presence
I have heard people saying about non belief
no existence of God at the time of receiving relief
Stand with folding hand to express no gratitude
this is how they express ignorance with different attitude
They think it was not a divine act
the birth is merely a naked fact
there is purely scientific reality
it has nothing to do with any morality
The person can shape his own destiny
though he may have to cross the hurdles many
only personal skill may come to the rescue
by dint of ability he may have his share due
unwise are those who see nothing beyond eye
how the wings can be tested if one does not fly?
how fruits can be enjoyed without earnest try?
let us understand the fact and do not feel shy
human nature is such to think beyond line
everything does not seem quiet and fine
all secrets and anxieties just remain hidden
we may be called wise but internally laden
There is no end to quest
it can be utilized to its best
let us not forget about the rest
this is the time and crucial test
Only one stroke and finally coming to the sense
it may compel him to believe in presence
who brings sun shine and cool nights?
has he ever tried to know as matter of right?
The animals do not think much about fate
they have no brain to speak or state
still they are not ungrateful as we are
think negatively and stay very far
We are blinded by materialistic scene
such progress by human being was never seen
it is merely attributed to human skill
no divine power had anything to fill
It is not received well with any logic
certainly there is reason to believe the magic
it is almighty that has brought us on earth
why no one is capable of stopping the death?
I shall go by and stand for the standard argument
I have to enjoy every available opportunity and moment
Let us not be equated with or disrespectful to only one
who is there to see everything and take care of every one
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In fact, I heard Bird first, and had got well into listening to him. You know, it's the kind of accidental thing that awareness of a player is: what's available, what somebody happens to play for you.
quote by Gerry Mulligan
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Trace the origin
It is very difficult to trace the origin
We are unaware of the facts and live on margins
No once assertively say the first origin of religion
On e can only hold the views and continue with lien
No one can deny also the strong bond of and attachment
Even today so much stress is thrust upon refined movement
They need more and more followers to stay in fold
We have plenty of faiths in this reformed world
It is thin life of faith and matters much to an individual
He can’t lead the life as simple or very casual
He has somebody as source of strength to pray in mind
Amidst all the difficulties to survive and new energy to find
No one is that much serious about the origin or its emergence
The environment in which he lives is blessed with presence
The God or almighty is in centre of his nerve to hold the view
The basic fact about omni presence is accepted by all and rejected by few
Each part of the globe is blessed with presence of many faiths
Their life style may be different but all are scared of death
Bowing of head in acceptance is common and hands in prayer for mercy
Only one name in prayer and on tongue in case of crisis or emergency
May be God might have missed some the important aspects
He might have thought that people may regard His presence with respect
There won’t be any doubt or confusion as far as his entity was concerned
This has given rise to the particular type of thinking with ugly turns
There is growing degree of intolerance and little respect
No one has taken it seriously to care about and inspect
Why the presence of God can be disputed in any form?
Why the religious heads stay calm and not remain better informed?
If they claim to be sole representative and real emissary
Any argument in favor or against becomes hardly necessary
If we find no soft corner, love and regard for friend or adversary
It tears us apart from believing the faith and makes us weary
The prayer made in any language or in any other unknown format
May find its place and reach to Him for deciding the fate
It is our belief that ultimate wish of Him will only prevail
No other means are available for us to pray for any bail
No one can claim to have drawn the source from ancient times
Many traces of is recovered from excavations in recent times
It speaks of only existence with the impression of that age
Nicely portrayed in engraved materials or on coinage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost and Found
For so long my heart was trapped in darkness,
My soul was filled with pain,
No one will ever know my sorrow,
It just felt like there would be no tomorrow.
Then one day you were lurking,
In the deep shadows of my mind,
I asked myself why I felt so lost,
Was it You I was meant to find?
I watch You from a distance,
Yet Your presence was is clear,
To me You are a mystery,
You are so far away,
Yet so very near.
Now You are always with me,
Of that fact I'm sure,
I am safe in Your presence,
Forever more.
My God You found me,
When I had no hope of being found,
My heart and soul rejoice now,
The darkness is no more around.
poem by Denice Robinson
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Riding On My Back!
I don't concern myself
With your perceptions
Of my point of view!
There is not a pair of shoes
I wear
That you have worn.
And not one look of disgust,
Have you received
From those I distrust,
That you have shared!
Do you believe my existence
Relies on your assistance?
You are riding on 'my' back!
And that seems to have been
Your only objective!
If I did not exist...
Would you have any other interests at all?
Would your life be as fulfilling as mine?
If I did not exist...
Who would you then find offensive?
Or could you live your life,
Without the need of comparisons?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Am Not Committed To Its Existence
My life!
And the total living,
Of the experience of it...
Has afforded me the many lessons,
Learned and given...
By being discipline, observant and listening.
Although I admit those teachings,
Did not sink in to begin...
Until my opinions,
Of how others lived their lives...
Beyond and outside of my vision,
Ceased to end my judgements passed.
And that is when my life,
Began a whole new adventure....
On a more personal path.
Without my nose being in someone else's business.
Or believed I had 'all' the answers,
When too many questions I had...
About my own existence that took top position.
And with God's assistance...
I learned how to shut my mouth.
And with my eyes and ears open,
I grew to know when and how to pay attention.
Allowing me to grow to know that which I am still learning.
To live and let live to leave alone if that is God's wish!
Especially if I am not committed to its existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Voice Of Choice Is Their Own
When a game of catch up,
Believed can be played to be done...
Is initiated by some who think,
This battle against time can be won...
Is a matter of choice?
Their minds are stuck!
Listening to one voice.
And that voice of choice is their own.
And there is nothing in this world,
To convince people like this...
That their resistance in a stubbornness,
Has nothing to do with enemies or terrorists.
The ones witnessed being victimized,
Are they who perceive doing what they please...
Ultimately results to their benefit.
And there is a mindset of folks who think life is a joke!
With a listening done to one voice!
Not yours or mine,
By choice.
Just one voice and that is their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intrigued
Since I have gotten older,
And wiser with a wisdom...
That had begun to marinate in patience.
I hear and understand you,
And others quite clearly.
With a growing desire to comprehend.
Sometimes.
When the mood for it is ushered in.
Listening to others as I have done of late,
Gives me more of an appreciation...
As I welcome the aging process,
With acceptance.
Without feeling the doing of this,
Is something I must tolerate.
I love the fact I need not impress.
Or dress to meet someone's expectations.
Although...
Speaking my mind I find can offend.
Especially those still hiding,
Behind their pretensions.
Since I have gotten older,
And wiser with a wisdom...
That had begun to marinate in patience.
I hear and understand you,
And others quite clearly.
With a growing desire to comprehend.
And,
If I so choose...
I now allow my mind to drift with the wind.
To sit and stare without argument...
As if to give my full attention.
I've learned giving a nod or two in agreement does wonders.
I wish I had known this earlier in my life!
'Are you paying any attention to me? '
Of course.
Didn't you just see me nod my approval?
In fact...
I am so interested,
I was about to ask you to repeat what you just said.
I am intrigued and fascinated by the topic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Universal Being
We are not this body nor the vital breath
We are not the mind we’re beyond death.
We are all free souls though incarnate
We should know all this and meditate.
We are not the name known to mind
We are not the emotions of any kind.
We are beyond the thoughts that come and go
We are forever a free soul and this should know.
We are not the feelings that arise and subside
We are not any object that is seen from outside.
We are consciousness and witness the ebb and flow
We are beyond imagination and what it cannot show.
We are not that which is born and dies
We are that which is as vast as the skies.
We are all the children of The Infinite
We should know all this every minute.
We are not that which can be measured or quantified
We are not even something that in time is specified.
We are part and parcel of a boundless Supreme Being
We are indivisible existence not limited to eyes seeing.
We are love and bliss and have all this to share
We are that which is sought by many out there.
We are also that which is neither lost nor found
We are the reality and essence of all that's around.
We are above any likes and dislikes that may form
We are not an ordinary being or one of the norm.
We are in humbleness devoted to helping the weak
We are the changeless Truth and Wisdom we seek.
We are One Infinite Existence without beginning or end
We have Everything inside us we should all comprehend.
We are not many but One and all can experience this as a fact
We are That which always was, now is and forever will be Intact.
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Originally titled 'My Universal Self And Metaphysical Being' and written in the first person format. Try reading it in the first person i.e. start each line with: I am.....
poem by George Krokos
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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