Unconfined By Adventure And Curiosity
Your desire to probe into a mind,
Unconfined by adventure and curiosity...
Is commendable.
This could be likened to the patience one has,
To the teaching of a grown cat...
Hygiene.
The success of this inquisitiveness you have...
About another's thought process,
Could be achievable IF...
You are convinced,
Every tree you had created.
And the Earth,
You alone nutured from its birth.
And,
Somewhere...
Someone,
Has this confirmed.
With a certified photograph,
Of you posing while on vacation with God.
And...
You just may have one!
That is why I hesitate to pass judgement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not That Giving
If you do not know what respect is.
And you wish for me to point out to you,
Those things you do that are disrespectful?
And your attraction to immaturity too?
You need no longer excuse what you do that has been done,
On pride.
There is something disconnected in your head.
And I am not about to teach another adult,
What is appropriate social etiquette.
That would be likened to teaching a full grown cat,
The aspects of hygiene.
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
You want me to do what?
Tell you when you are being disrespectful?
How old are you?
55?
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Root
How difficult is it,
For someone to pick from a selection of rocks...
To take one to wash and keep?
Would that same person have the patience,
Or time to give...
To observe all rocks be created,
To then allow that selection to take place?
That's how easy it has become,
For those to pass their judgements done.
When all they have to do is choose to do it.
With an excusing of themselves from everything else,
That connects to the development of the process.
Doesn't life seem easier to live,
When one's hands are not accustomed...
To being involved with the making of things work?
From the root to watch with a patience,
The direction towards which they may grow.
Or have that focused as their main curiosity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hunger For More
How can anyone wish to go back inside?
After a discovery begins to connect,
Thoughts they could not get to think...
From an outside source,
Found that links...
Ideas,
Appearing that appeals.
And this process starts...
To clear with comprehension.
How can anyone wish,
To undo something like this?
How can anyone wish to return a gift?
One that begins to reveal an unveiling,
Of a thought that had not existed?
Or seek to reopen a door that has been closed?
To choose to refuse what has been exposed?
Knowing what one knows...
That allows a hunger for more.
For a darkening that stops a tease,
Baiting as it does...
The craving of a curiosity!
Who would want to leave 'that'...
If that was a possibility?
If one could,
Who really would desire...
To wish for less of an interest to digest?
Coming as it does to feed!
Who would choose not to adventure...
When the power of it,
From one does not leave!
How can anyone wish to go back inside?
Once bitten to probe a need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reality by which one lives
When assumptions have become,
The reality by which one lives...
There is not a thing anyone can do,
To curtail their love of gossip.
That's the only reason keeping their 'purpose'...
Meaningful.
This 'activity' IS their life!
And debating with those with this mindset,
The advantages of seeing reality from a different perspective...
Is like the teaching of a grown cat,
Aspects of keeping quality hygiene.
This is not going to happen for the cat to get it.
Maybe if a kitten, yes!
But a grown cat,
No.
Even if you physically take its paws and put them in its mouth.
This approach would take the patience of Job.
You know...
The one in the Bible?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Tree of Ashes
The Tree Of Ashes
'You should have died at birth'
That's what his mother said
Had he died at birth
Maybe, many would be ahead
Soon, She's the one who's leaving
Going on her way
She will be the one who will be judged
On that her judgement day
He was the blame for all their ills
Although he knows not why
Maybe they all were right
And should have taken the time to die
He didn't die, he's still he's still here
What should we do with him?
Find a stone to cast at him
You who are all without sin
There are two who squabble over things
Not theirs and never were
And two who could care less
For Frankincense and Myrrh
When she's gone, she'll be the last
Of that tree with broken branches
Spread over the earth, is this tree
The tree that's turned to ashes
A tree that could have been so strong
Instead of mean and ugly sorrow
This tree of life that will be gone
As quickly as tomorrow
Jim 2008
poem by James Casey
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It Can't Be That Hard To Do
One can teach another,
Hygiene.
Depending on the age,
A listening begins.
With an influential meaning.
Discipline and respect too,
Should be taught early.
Before someone reaches pre-school.
Once can teach another,
How to cook.
How to drive.
How to come and go,
With identity and pride.
But teaching one from experience,
The rudiments needed to survive one's life.
Is like teaching one the aspects of motivation,
Desire and drive.
And if one is not energized,
By an inspiration that developes from with inside.
Will take the patience of someone just arriving,
From another planet.
To explain to someone,
That expresses no interest in learning to read OR write.
That 'these' elements are required prerequisites,
If one seeks to have a book.
They envision to see published!
'Why should I have to learn to read or write?
I don't have time for that! '
~And.
What is it you wish that I do for you? ~
'Help me get published.
You did it.
It can't be that hard to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Art of Fire
Whether big, whether small
Whether tamed, whether monster
Whether damned, whether adored
Fire is always attracting
Whether solid, whether liquid
In the summer, in the winter
Whether friend, whether foe
Fire always born to burn
Match sparks, gas bursts
Hot springs vacation, sun bath holiday
Inside earth, the shear of space
Fire never truly dies
The light, the smoke
Training patience, teaching alertness
You must learn or left in ash
Fire is master of survival
The spirit, the god
Breath and move, eat and grow
The desire, the anger
Fire is enigmatic thing
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Flame of Desire
Desire is the fire that enlightens my mind.
Without it I falter and fall far behind.
It’s that bright spark which drives me to succeed
And directs me to all the things I will need.
Desire fills the gaps that my failures will leave;
So once more in myself I’ll want to believe.
Without desire my path is a precipitous way
With nothing to rescue me from downs of each day.
From the shadow of failure, success surely will shine
As from dry, rocky vineyards does blossom sweet wine.
Matter not the success, its birth is desire
Love of self and others is the spark that ignites this fire.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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I Stand And Watch To Wait...To Rest!
I stand and watch to wait.
I've been told to have patience.
But...
Hesitating in anticipation,
Has never satisfied my curiosity.
And it seems such a waste,
To rely on someone else's opinion...
When this experience of life is mine.
So I am convinced...
If I should wait for another second,
Another minute to pass...
My venture will be delayed!
And 'why' should I let it?
I stand and watch to wait.
I've been told to have patience.
But...
I am no doctor!
And at the price I've paid already...
I am no longer willing,
To trust my fate...
In the faith kept in someone else's statement.
I've given that kind of time before.
No more!
I stand and watch to wait...
To rest!
And catch my breath I do,
Before I move.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There To Share With A Getting
You can find time to research my life,
From every aspect of it.
To create for yourself employment as done.
But you can not hire me as a consultant,
With a paying of a fee or any sum.
You enjoy it better when stealing from me.
At an opportunity you believe I am not aware.
Although I feel the closeness of your probe.
Since you rather pretend what it is you do,
Hasn't nothing to do with me at all.
And that is so untrue.
Yet what you've created would not exist,
If you had not convinced with insistence...
As you keep peeking over my fence,
That the only thing you want us to be is friends.
And there to share with a getting of what's on MY mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Die Hard Ignorites
So accustomed they were,
To ruining the lives of the doers.
With the making of false claims.
And doing their best,
To dismantle goals of good deeds...
And achievable gains to aim.
They the people grew to know no shame at all...
Or have no concern about their future.
These folks were die hard ignorites!
With a teaching done that taught them,
To fight amongst themselves.
And that was done with tremendous success.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Is' A Judgement Passed
Someone making frequent attempts,
To compensate for a laziness...
And lack of discipline,
With a making of false claims on others.
Hoping their statements made,
Will gain them some attention...
Sounds like a riped condition for mental therapy.
And this 'is' a judgement passed.
When lines of divisions are clearly seen,
Between those respecting themselves...
And those envious of others,
Because they are keeping themselves clean...
And have unquestionable good hygiene,
An effective detrimental process has taken place.
Something in the mind has been implemented,
If someone can not see or face their own disgrace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Silence Those Minds In Doubt
Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Finding one without it,
And with a dream...
Is an unlikely observation.
Motivation, desire and initiative,
Are close teammates.
And a team without desire,
Seems less motivated.
And the initiative begins to procrastinate.
Desire...
Always seems to pass the test of time.
Just like a success achieved is a conditioning,
Kept believed...
In one's mind to feel all the time,
With a passion undescribed to define.
And desire simmers like embers burning.
It doesn't have to rage to display what is meant to be.
A desire started accomplishes.
A desire started rarely does not end to flicker out...
Before it blazes on the scene,
With produced results...
To silence those minds in doubt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cultivate your curiosity. Keep it sharp and always working. Consider curiosity your life preserver, your willingness to try something new. Second, enlarge your enthusiasm to include the pursuit to excellence, following every task through to completion. Third, make the law of averages work for you. By budgeting your time more carefully than most people you can make more time available. Does the combination of curiosity, enthusiasm, and the law of averages guarantee success Indeed it does not ... Success in the final analysis always involves luck or the element of chance. Louis Pasteur grasped this well when he said that chance favors the prepared mind.
quote by John W. Hanley
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I'm a Human Who Loves Doing
When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
Or anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.
I'm not one to fear mistakes made,
Knowing those I will make.
I'm not afraid to move away,
From a place made much too safe.
I was born to adventure.
With a nature to explore the unknown.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
I was born to adventure.
With a nature to explore the unknown.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
Or anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
I'm not afraid to move away,
From a place made much too safe...
Or bores!
When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
I'm a human who loves doing.
Or do I anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.
I'm a human who loves doing...
And gotta move,
From that which bores.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Succes My World
When I think success
I see it comes
When i dream success
I see it comes
When i touch success
It fates away
Success success
My hope
I'll find success
Embrace success
When i hold success
I'll keep it save
When I have success
I'll share it
Success success
My world
I'll rule
Yes, I'll influence
Thought, Oh thought
My Success Success
I'll keep,
I see
Success a life
Success my hope
Success my world
poem by Shubham Kumar
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Succes My World
When I think success
I see it comes
When i dream success
I see it comes
When i touch success
It fates away
Success success
My hope
I'll find success
Embrace success
When i hold success
I'll keep it save
When I have success
I'll share it
Success success
My world
I'll rule
Yes, I'll influence
Thought, Oh thought
My Success Success
I'll keep,
I see
Success a life
Success my hope
Success my world
poem by Fiefa Bruce
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Curiosity, n. An objectionable quality of the female mind. The desire to know whether or not a woman is cursed with curiosity is one of the most active and insatiable passions of the masculine soul.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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From An Eye to Mind Point of View
Little of my life is spent,
Living it by 'quotations'.
Researched to uncover...
Someone 'selected'
To have respected 'intelligence'.
Observation...
And personal experience,
Has been a 'teaching' process...
Of my valued learning.
As I yearn to adventure more.
Exploring life,
From an eye to mind point of view.
That delivers from outside...
My insight that becomes assisted,
By this accepted invitation...
I am not so quick to dismiss as lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The climbing the ladder
Success is a pass
For admission to a bigger game.
Its success is a pass
For admission to the still bigger.
The process continues
Till failure got its turn.
The fall is in proportion
To the climb in a ladder.
10.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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