Uniquabilities
There is something about you...
That belongs just to you.
It can not be claimed!
It has your name on it.
Your voice...
Your walk.
Your manner of speech.
The way you laugh and talk.
Your smile and the absence of it...
Leaves a mental imprint,
That does not diminish one bit.
And the way that you do...
What it is you do!
It is all you.
No denying it!
It's true.
Even with my eyes closed,
I can tell you are near...
Without a word heard from you.
We all have 'uniquabilities'...
We often are not aware we share.
Similar and yet different.
But...
Wherever you are,
Somehow...
That has been known to me!
Note:
The English language is constantly being reinvented.
And I take liberties with my participation in doing just that...
finding ways to introduce new interpretations. If AIN'T
can find its way into today's dictionary? 'Uniquabilities'
will find its way there as well.
Now...
What exactly does 'uniquabilities' mean?
It is a commonness we accept that is unique.
It is an understood 'difference' shared.
'They all share a difference between them,
that makes their 'uniquabilities' more appreciated together.'
~uni-qua-bilities~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speeeeeech!
does it make difference you speak in front of many people or alone
does it make difference you speech in historic place or in your toilet
does it make difference you are charismatic leader or unknown beggar from streetside
it makes difference you speak to clash conflict or for better world
it makes difference you speech bonded by past or to move forward
it makes difference you depend by fact or just soap service
does it make difference you read from text or speak fluently
does it make difference you speech in busy market or deserted mountain
does it make difference you write words yourself or scrap it from books and paper
it makes difference everybody exitedly listens or sleeps peacefully on their seats
it makes difference you have freedom to speak or prisoned by intimidation
it makes difference it gives effect or just a long boring speech
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Make A Difference
Make a difference today.
Help someone find their way.
You may listen intently
Or hold a hand so gently.
Care about their needs and fears;
Really care and share their tears.
Be there when they cry in pain.
Tell them all is not in vain.
If they sink into despair,
Talk of sun that will be there.
Show them love as if sunrays;
Have faith and hope for better days.
Let them know they’re not alone.
See the difference you will own.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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No Place To Go To Let It Show Like It Does
Would you hear my voice,
If this was not available?
Could you feel the beating of my heart?
Or touch the many parts of me I share?
Or even knew I was here caring?
You wouldn't know.
I'd be a faceless somebody nobody knew.
As if that makes a difference,
To you right now.
Does it?
Would you hear my voice,
If this was not available?
And if this was not available to either of us...
Would we know who we were to know,
What is shared was always there...
With no place to go to let it show,
Like it does?
And now both of us are aware of it.
Deciding whether or not,
To keep it to ourselves.
Or let what is inside of us out!
Knowing what we do and how we get it done...
Will it be always be done like this?
Or will another way come to us...
To provide a better way,
For this what is done now to then exist?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Share
Whether you have a million shares or one share,
You share in life’s the same.
You share some of its benefits
As well as some of its blame.
The real difference for you is if you share your share.
That will decide if your life really has been fair.
Be it a million shares or one share, your responsibility
Is to find here on earth where you can share
For your share of eternity.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Based on Biased Physicality
Do not feel a need you can share with me,
That 'your' life sucks.
Or interpret your situation,
As a bonding mechanism in belief...
There is a commonness of a 'we'
Coming together in a mental rut.
Your reasoning and perceptions,
Are based on biased physicality.
If things were economically fine with you...
You'd have nothing to do with me.
And this is clear to me as it can be.
Do not feel a need you can share with me,
That 'your' life sucks.
Or interpret your situation,
As a bonding mechanism in belief...
There is a commonness of a 'we'
Coming together in a mental rut.
What makes you think your sufferings,
Can compare or identify with mine?
I've never found the time to whine and complain.
Or talk or laugh behind the back of anyone...
To perceive myself in a better place,
And I should put them to shame!
Does any of this sound familiar?
Your reasoning and perceptions,
Are based on biased physicality.
If things were economically fine with you...
You'd have nothing to do with me.
And this is clear to me as it can be.
Do not interpret your current situation,
As a bonding mechanism in belief...
There is a commonness of a 'we'
Coming together in a mental rut...
Because of the present economy!
If there is anything I feel you must know about me...
Know me not to ever be 'shallow'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is the difference between....?
What is the difference between black and white?
What is the difference between day and night?
What is the difference between love and hate?
What is the difference between a woman and a mate?
The answers seem to be so easy
as the difference between to be free and to be busy.
But! Can you tell me the difference between a lie and a truth?
Can you tell me the difference between old age and youth?
Will you tell me the difference between a grant and a sob?
If you don’t know this difference you can flop.
I would like to know the difference between wrong and right,
I would like to know the difference between a war and a fight.
If you know the answers please, write.
It will be interesting to know your opinion,
And may be I will find it to be brilliant.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Where First The Eyes May Go
Why do my poems to you sound similar?
With a familiarity?
I have heard that before.
And long ago that has been explored.
All of them are unique and quite different.
You just perceive them not to be that way.
Because my name just happens to appear,
On everything I write.
At the end of my expressions.
My name on them I leave.
And it is not the varying messages.
But it is the prolificness I deliver.
And it is the appetite I delight.
That might offend you and dislike.
Who knows when one reads.
Where first the eyes may go.
Are you reading my additions?
Or are you counting my submissions?
There is a difference.
If this difference is admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Difference
i stared out the window
at the bare frozen limbs
of my favorite old tree...
i closed my eyes...
saw leaves bud forth
and turn green...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i stared at the young girl
reading at a corner table
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old grandmother
washing dishes with her grandbabies
playing in the floor at her feet...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw the young man
carrying his son on his shoulders
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old man standing
by his son's casket
draped by a flag...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw an old man
standing on the corner begging
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy
playing ball in the street
laughing and dodging cars
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a crack head shivering
by an electric heater in a bare apartment
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young a/g student
helping some kid with his math
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a desperate girl
walking the streets
looking for a john
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young girl's room
stuffed animals on the bed
pictures of her and her daddy on the wall
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a young man
wild-eyed with fear
in a prison cell
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy gone hunting
with his grandpa on thanksgiving morn
with his dog by his side
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i pulled back the veil of time...
knowing, there is no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Living & Living Well
Had a nice little life
A little boat a little beach
A little routine I liked
A blue ocean view
Free to go with the flow
Anywhere that I wanted to
But the moment you set foot on my shore
Thats when I knew
Theres a difference in
Living and living well
You cant have it all
All by yourself
Somethings always missing
til you share it with someone else
Theres a difference in living and living well
til you smiled with me
Thought that I had it good
As good as it could be
From the back of my deck
Caught a fish caught a breeze
And a thousand red sunsets
But sitting here with you girl I just saw
The best one yet
Theres a difference in
Living and living well
You cant have it all
All by yourself
Somethings always missing
til you share it with someone else
Theres a difference in living and living well
My days are brighter
My sky a deeper blue
My nights are sweeter
When Im with you
Theres a difference in
Living and living well
You cant have it all
All by yourself
Somethings always missing
til you share it with someone else
Theres a difference in living and living well
song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What A Difference A Day Makes
What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today Im part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
Theres a rainbow before me
Skies above cant be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
Its heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
What a difference a day makes
Theres a rainbow before me
Skies above cant be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
Its heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
song performed by by En Vogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Difference
The other day I wrote a poem
and a friend asked me how I
could feel the pain of her kind,
as she was a different race from me.
You are white and I am black,
so how could you feel the pain I felt?
The answer was simple
we were not of a different race.
There is only one race, the human race.
We maybe different in the colour of our skin,
but we share each other’s pain.
I share yours and you share mine
whenever we are struck by grief.
We may eat different food,
but we both breathe the same air.
We see through different coloured eyes,
but we both see the same things.
There is no difference between us
except within our colour
and I am a man and you are a woman,
but that is where the difference ends.
We both have a heart that beats
and lungs that breathe in air.
No difference there.
If we are cut, we bleed
and our blood is red.
No difference there.
Therefore, you see I can feel your hurt,
feel the tears when you cry.
Now my question is if we were blind
what colour would you see?
The answer is simple,
the same colour as me.
There is no difference between us;
we each belong to the same race.
We are the same,
but with a different face.
16 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Should This Make A Difference
Should it make a difference,
To the one accustomed to looking up...
As to who holds their head down?
To stop with a noticing of it...
Giving time to see what has been lost to be found?
Should it make a difference,
That people around talk 'to' each other...
With no eye contact that exists?
Should this make a difference,
To one who has already experienced this?
Should any of this make a difference,
To one who realizes their movements are not restricted...
On a top ten list of prioritized accomplishments,
Sought to do...
Since...
No one is aware of the persistence it takes,
To resist being disrespected with an accepted disregard.
Should this make a difference,
To one who has chosen to gaze at stars...
With dreams and wishes?
No.
The difference that is,
Has been decided and made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sexed Up
Loose lips on ships
Im getting to grips
With what you said
Know its not in my head
I lay on bed
That Im okay
Why dont we talk about it
Why do you always doubt that there could be a better way
It doesnt make me want to stay
Why dont we break up
Theres nothing left to say
I got my eye shirt praying they wont stray
Oh! when I sexed up
Thats what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away
You said were fatally flopped
When Im easily bored
Is that okay?
Strike me off your list
Made this the last kiss
Ill walk away
Why dont we talk about it
Im only here dont shout it
Given time well forget
Lets pretend we never meet
Chorus
Screw you I didnt like your taste
Anway, I chose you
Lets all gone to wasted saturday
Ill go out and find another you
Why dont we
Why dont we break up
Theres nothing left to say
I got my eye shirt praying they wont stray
Oh! when I sexed up
Thats what makes the difference today
song performed by by Robbie Williams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What to look for in a mate
What to look for in a mate
Look for someone who makes you feel appreciated
Search for someone who you appreciate too
Find that someone who you feel has been fated
To share life and fortune, be faithful and true
Discover someone who, when you talk, listens
Seek out someone who shows faith and kindness
Pursue that someone whose soul seems to glisten
Who, to selfishness and prejudice shows only blindness
Look for someone, who first looks out for others
Someone who feels on your level, not above
Embrace the one who will hug, yet not smother
Let not appearance guide your search for your love
Firstly look for someone who makes you feel appreciated
Someone who you know will never wander or lie
And….If they fit all the above, and are good lookin to boot
Snatch them up, treat em’ good, til the day that you die
poem by David Whalen
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Goodbye, My Brother
Goodbye, My Brother
By Renelle
On the Eighteen of August, A day I’ll never forget
A phone call from Mom got me all upset
I knew it was over and no longer a dream
When I saw Dad’s eyes, returning from the scene
I always thought you would grow old with me
To laugh and talk about us being silly
If only I could see you one more time
I would say, ' I miss you, Good-Bye '
You came to see me one Saturday night,
We laughed and talked cause we rarely fought
But You never told me you were going away
Until you left that one August Day
A son, A brother, A friend so true
Whatever he had, he'd share it with you
A thought, a deed, a kind word for a while
But always, oh always, He'd share 'His Smile'
Our hearts are breaking, our thoughts are going wild
We've lost our friend; We've lost our child
'I needed him, ' I heard Jesus say
'He's been chosen for the Master's Bouquet'
A room would brighten when you would come in
Cause the first thing we saw, would be your grin
Even when you're not in sight
You're in my thoughts day and night
Today, Jesus, as You are listening in your home above
Would you go and find Jason and give him all my love
And now my poem will come to an end, Until the day we meet again
I pray that you are now at ease. Goodbye my brother, May you Rest In Peace
xox
poem by Renelle Gallant
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There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. That little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.
quote by Robert Collier
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There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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The Artist
All day with brow of anxious thought
The dictionary through,
Amid a million words he sought
The sole one that would do.
He wandered on from pub to pub
Yet never ceased to seek
With burning brain and pencil stub
The Word Unique.
Said he: 'I'll nail it down or die.
Oh Heaven help me, pray!'
And then a heavy car dashed by,
And he was in the way.
They rushed him to the hospital,
And though his chance was bleak,
He cried: 'I'll croak, but find I shall
The Word Unique.'
They reckoned he was off his head,
And could be it was so;
For as they bent above his bed
He mumbled soft and low.
And then a name they heard him speak,
Yet did not deem it odd . . .
At last he'd found the Word Unique,--
Just God.
poem by Robert William Service
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N1
finally you find what
discarding means
they choose themselves
and talk the language they have
chosen
you do not walk your talk
you cling to the sound
of your heart
you follow the light within
you invent your own language now
like no parrot
happily you wade in your own
water
traverse your own territory
silently
you will find yourself
among the rocks
and pebbles
each unique
each undiagnosable
there is joy
in every color
hilarity in every
damnation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Gaze Has Always Made A Difference
i wonder why your gaze makes
a lot of difference from all the gazes
i have seen in my lifetime
i look at you. I steal a moment to
look at you. I am not afraid. I am silent
about this gaze. It is true.
Your eyes are different. They speak
They sing a love song.
Not necessarily for me.
But i like it that way. For me.For me?
then you gaze at me. I pretend
I do not understand the language
of your eyelashes. They say,
why are you avoiding me?
Don't you know that my eyes
did not sleep last night because
you were there kissing my lips
in the metaphors dancing
in the ceiling?
I stop thinking. This cannot be.
How are we speaking in the midst
of this crowd without using
a word, or even a syllable?
I walk away. No, this cannot be.
This is strange. This is impossible.
Two gazes speaking a language
of their own. Saying: this is love.
This is desire. And the night is
waiting. It is short. It not demanding
in knowing a true name, or a place, or
a space in the future.
I close my eyes. I open them again.
I walk away. Now, I am tellling myself
I cannot hear you. I am safe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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