True Quality
Short lived,
Are bogus moments stolen.
And a spotlight gained,
Under false pretense...
To obtain attention.
What remains throughout scrutiny,
Is that which comes stripped and bare...
To reveal its true face unmasqueraded.
And although the act of it is rare,
It is forever remembered...
For having a uniqueness that is bold.
And a true quality that may be copied...
But an originality effective can never be replaced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To say
To say
I am yours
Is false
To say
I am with you
May be true
For the timebeing.
To say
I am your friend
Is a bare lie
To say
I am your enemy
May be true
Depending on situation.
To say
I am not yours
Is false
True is I am yours
Though you are
Not mine
And you are
With me
And so I am
Fine.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bling Obsessed
If people were not intentionally programmed,
To be envious...
Manipulating them would not be so easily effective.
Even those budding to branch out from one tree,
Choose to flaunt the artificialness of their possessions.
And for what purpose to obtain?
Seconds under spotlight with no lasting flame,
Before its over?
Show me something that strengthens the tree,
Not weaken it.
And 'you'?
Yes you...
You have every right to flaunt as much as you want.
Knowing there were good deeds done you did.
However...
Many environments are nests for bling obsessed fools,
Pre-occupied with the making of false impressions.
Without one investment made to claim turf where they leech.
To voice the shallowness of their quick lived dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
poem by Ricky Baker
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Love Has Remembered Me
Written by: myles goodwyn
Love wont remember me
Its been so long
And thats what Ive told myself
But you proved me wrong
You opened up my eyes
And helped me to see
That love has a way of finding
Those in need
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered, love has remembered me
I felt so all alone
And at times afraid
That love had foresaken me
It just seemed that way
Then you walked into my life
And you turned my whole world around
Ours is a true love
It cant be found
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered, love has remembered me
Love wont remember me
Its been so long
And thats what Ive told myself
But you proved me wrong
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered
Love has remembered
Love has remembered
(love has remembered)
song performed by by April Wine
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Do Not Believe
Do not believe
Anything true
This east west
This birth death
This eating putting
This going coming
Do not believe
Anything anything.
Do not believe
There is sky
Do not believe
Birds fly
Animals cry
Do not believe
This defeat victory
This land this country
Here and there
You are not free.
Do not believe
Anything true
And you are not false
In this burning rows
There is no distinction
True false
And it is true
And it is false.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Popularity Bestowed
To declare someone or a thing done,
As popular...
Is a point of view.
Like a fad one embraces,
Until the taste of it is replaced...
By something else considered fresh,
And updated.
In some schools these 'labels' given,
Hold true too.
With a giving of attention...
To a uniqueness that is mentioned.
That others may attempt to replicate.
But when something is determined by some,
To become popular...
Others may perceive that a popularity bestowed,
May go to one's head to marinate to stay.
To carry around without sleep.
With a thought of this believed.
To be accepted as received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Poignant
Pungently pervasive.
Like a piercing done,
To affect the senses.
Foever poignant is this one.
This one here that wishes to stun.
But comes to leave someone a gift.
Something anyone can take...
That rises above the 'normalcy'
With an originality.
To provide a subtle scent that one may sniff.
But certainly one that is remembered,
For the quality it sustains...
As its identity remains with it.
And branded as it is,
For the affect it produces...
And leaves to give to those seduced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True beauty
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
all rights reserved to Jean Melanie Pullman
poem by Jean Pullman
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Lies
Promises are void if given under false pretense
It is like making a bad joke at your own expense
You delivered words that came smooth and easy
While in reality they were worthless and sleazy
Your voice remained steady but delivered lies
I do not know what you gained with your disguise
Was it just your own ego that you were feeding
Or was it control you are after when misleading
You showered me with plans and none were true
I'm glad I did not fall and put you under review
Still I wish you the best and will not hold a grudge
Because you will get what you deserve I judge
It seems pathetic that you needed false schemes
To make you feel more of a man in your dreams
There was no damage done and I let you off fast
After all it is your loss and the test you did not pass
(dedicated to Duncan Tanner Jr.)
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Different look
She is neither a friend nor a foe
But my face always shines and glows
When see her on line with smiling face
Strong urges to talk but certainly not in race
I don’t know what pull is behind
But I have always found her kind
What a magnificent face with expressions!
I stare at her with so much of obsessions
No one would mind giving her a different look
She looks like idol carved out from black wood
Totally different from what other females may look like
Always draw my attention and get sudden strike
It is not some thing special that I wish to
State here but only what it appears to be true
She might have passed through troubled phase
But recent look gives ideal innocent face
It is nice to feel great about gorgeous woman
Even though some may point out as weakness of man
Yes sun can’t be hidden even if you try to
Whatever is seen and observed must be felt as true
I had been looking for a figure
That can speak little but reveal more
I found her to be absolutely a fit personality
Gentle in nature and nature wise having best quality
“Hanna” I would call her and respond as hello
The words may definitely reach her with fine flow
Let me see what will be the reaction of this ordinary poem
If not by her but certainly readers may appreciate it then
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Long Rows
Millions and millions of crosses
standing in long rows.
Standing as a testament
of man’s inhumanity to man.
Their ages range low to high,
all casualties of a war
in which they answered
their counties call.
Their kin are long dead now,
but the crosses all bare a name
of someone who had they lived
might have gained fame
in another game.
However, here they lie
where the pretty flowers grow
after giving up their life
for their country.
Some are remembered
even to this day
for their acts of courage
others knew so well.
The others are just names
carved in memorials somewhere
as falling in a battle on a foreign soil.
All of them had a life
men, women and child alike.
A life they should have lived
and lived it to the full.
Now all they remain
is names on crosses
standing in long rows.
22 January 2008
This is for all those whose lives have been stolen in wars throughout the centuries.
poem by David Harris
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There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.
quote by Harold Pinter
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Moments Remembered
Those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered.
I'd like to freeze those memories.
And save them whenever...
I need you here near me.
To warm in my heart once again.
When those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered,
My wishes made...
Can't fade away.
Since I know that those times,
Are times to be cherished
And forever is never that far...
Away!
To wait for those moments,
I wish you would never
Depart.
Those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered.
I'd like to freeze those memories.
And save them whenever...
I need you here near me.
To warm in my heart once again.
When those moments you leave,
Are these moments remembered,
My wishes made...
Can't fade away.
Since I know that those times,
Are times to be cherished
And forever is never that far...
Away!
When those moments you leave,
In my heart...
Are these moments,
You'll stay!
When moments remembered,
Are ones in my heart...
That will stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I suspect that even today, with all the progress we have made in liberal thought, the quality of true tolerance is as rare as the quality of mercy.
quote by Frank Knox
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True Love Is...
True love is
the look into your eyes
that is meant for you alone,
a gentle kiss that says everything will be all right,
a hand held in just the right way at the right time,
a hug gives you comfort feel.
True love is
a secret told by one heart and guarded by my mind,
a belief that someone knows you as no one else can,
the little daily acts of thoughtfulness
that go unmentioned but being noticed.
True love is
wonder feeling that no matter where you are,
the deepest part of you remains with the one you love,
a dream that comes true with time, places,
trust and honesty.
True Love is forever like
Diamond is Forever
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Uncleaned Plates
To entitle those with entitlements,
With a bestowing of titles...
That represents,
Nothing that comes to benefit...
The ones once believing,
They were prioritized constituents.
As if routines like this were forever cemented,
In a greatness felt without it being mentioned,
To remind those who now pay little or no attention.
And comprising without compromise,
Those wishes they would get fulfilled...
By a voting to have their requests recognized,
But offers no meat on a menu long replaced...
To capitvate with a teasing of only desserts,
To be served with patience as stated all deserve.
And with a waiting that never satisfies the taste...
Year after year until a quality remembered,
Becomes that which is waste on uncleaned plates.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quantity Versus Quality
Quantity versus quality is easily achieved,
For those seeking to rush a production of insignificance.
To make claims of something gained.
But clearly a waste of initiative...
Leeched to seek attention sought.
At the expense of another's originality.
But then...
Maggots wouldn't exist,
If they were not fed a reason.
And I am told the best 'maggots' are kept,
Sweat shopped.
Where expressions of flattery and duplicity,
Of ideals to lift and label quickly as one's own...
Are better appreciated in that kind of climate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devotees
Two kinda of devotees you know
True and false
True devotee is
More than you
You know
False devotee
Destroyed themselves
In due course.
Who is true and
Who is false
You know.
It is the degree of
Devotion and not
Its kind that matter.
You know better.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Total Contrast
It is total contrast
It is not ego blast
Neither it is for importance
Not gesture at once
It is just letting person to realize
Make hi to think positive and realize
Strong rebuff or retaliation is no answer
This logic may be understood by fewer
It is quality inbuilt
It is not hiding of weakness or guilt
It is quality of brave man
Making you feel like true human
It is demonstration of strong will
You have power even to fight or kill
What others may not see your greatness
But may be clearly seen on their face
It is noble act and needs to be forgotten
Nothing is taken away from you or stolen
It is resolve of strong mind
Such quality is rare and treasure to find
Human beings are selfish but not that difficult
They will bear grudge and remember insult
Yet your gesture will be highly appreciated
It will improve upon rather then make it vitiated
Even strongest rebellion can be crushed
Enemy can be killed or pushed
What might not be defeated?
His ill will and that should not be repeated
It is weapon of strong
It can’t make him go wrong
That may deter friends and enemies among
As they may know well that it is not sold for song
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Old Men Remember!
old men remember
things young men never
even see, running headlong
in their quest for battle....
so busy trying to change the world,
trying to mold the world,
trying to make a name,
trying to make a difference....
that they forget to swallow!
and yet when time comes and goes,
it's not the big battles,
not the victories and defeats....
but the small things...
rare moments stolen, and lived...
simple breaths, taken and shared,
when just for an instant,
you could see, you could feel,
both how tiny and how big....
and the taste of awe lingered,
written in the heart of your tongue...
hidden away for the time
when only memory remains!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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