Unless Crayons Are Available
Does a renovation done to a merry-go-round,
Add another dimension to the environment it is in?
What about the atmosphere?
Does adding an additional playground in a neighborhood,
Increase the joy of reading?
Or free the mental capacity of children,
To accept math and science as they swing?
How great can a greatness be sustained,
If investments are prioritized to entertain...
The wealth of a mind driven to fantasize the ease of life,
One is encouraged to maintain.
These thoughts and more,
Will not be researched in depth...
At your nearest library.
These thoughts and more,
Will not occur...
As a necessary process to digest.
Unless...
Crayons are available to connect the dots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Math Suks
If necessity was the mother of invention
Then Id like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss
Lets starts with something simple
Like 1 and 1 aint 3
Any 2 plus 2 will never get you 5
Theres fractions in my subtraction
And x dont equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Id like to burn this text book
I hate that stuff so much
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometimes I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
I got so bored with my homework
I turned on the tv
The beauty pageant winners were all smiling through their teeth
And they asked the new miss america
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks
She looked puzzled then just said math suks
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
Geometry and trigonometry and if they dont tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think its gonna drive me insane
Parents fighting with their children
And the congress cant agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly
Management and labor keep rattling old sabres
Quacking like those peabody ducks
Math suks (quack quack), math suks (quack quack)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks, thats right, math suks, you got it
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
All right there goes our g rating
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks, math suks
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Merry-Go-Round
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Up in the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Soars me high!
Breeze rustles,
cloud's castles,
Roam round and round!
I shriek in false fear,
Seeing the thing near,
which I never have found.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Brings the fun to me,
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Fills mind with glee!
Moving round, round,
Touching the ground,
Almost kisses the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Takes me up in the high!
poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Performed Infinitively
A people driven to ruin,
By pettiness, greed, self -centeredness...
Racism and a lack of respect shown to others,
Can not honestly believe...
That a postering their way to maintain the idea,
Of a greatness sustained,
By the use of dividing its own into groups...
That attack one another,
Can expect this greatness to thrive...
Just on the acts of pretentions and delusions,
Performed infinitively.
Unless...
In a collective one world rule,
This becomes unnoticed.
And those driven to ruin sets the example and the place,
To encamp their activities without the need of fences.
Since everyone has been proven to be already crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
How much sinful are thee?
Sin, what is your understanding
Mine is this
Any act that will have reasons
For you to regret later is a sin
“Act” here includes even
Your thought process
“We are all sinners”
Declares a religion
“I am the most sinful”
Is the description of the self
By most of the yesteryears'
Hindu religious preachers,
Who are even now talked about
And held in great reverence
They declared themselves sinful
Probably because they only knew
Their thought processes,
Which would have fallen in 'sin' category
All these point to one thing
That we are bound to commit sin
Physically, verbally or mentally
Modern or scientific
Definition of sin could be
Any act that will load with you
Negative charges leading you
To unproductive or anti-productive
Physical, verbal or mental acts
It is, therefore, apparent
Physical act or verbal abuse
Alone does not constitute a sin
Your thought process, too
Can be a sin
If it conforms to the
Above description
Be watchful on your thoughts
Know how frequently
You entertain negative or sinful thoughts
The more frequently you give room
To such thoughts
The more sinful you become
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thought Process
I did not come to entertain you.
You have been detained.
To inspect for a thought process...
You may or may not possess.
And if you display,
Any of that in depth!
You may be held suspect...
For having a mind,
That comprehends respect.
Do you realize how many,
Have not passed this test?
And if you give me eye contact...
I will know you are not among the rest.
So many have done their best,
To avoid any thinking at all...
That involves a comprehension,
Requiring them to digest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ease That Can Not Be Dissed
So accustomed to insults,
And degrading themselves...
Giving and showing them respect,
Is a wasted deed.
Implanted within them is this mental disease.
With an ease that can not be dissed.
It has become part of their accepted environment,
To be loothed.
And that shows everywhere one goes.
Thick and stale is the atmosphere with negativity.
And believed to be culture driven.
To ignore this it is advised to keep a passport.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fear of my thoughts
You make me fear the thoughts in my brain
For the things I think
Of you
Thoughts which are't to be thought
Things which will never occur
I fear the thoughts in my mind
For they are things I long for
Things I know will never happen
Becasue you and I can't happen
I fear the thoughts inmy mind
because you are there every time
I can't visit my own mind
My own thoughts sadden me and enrich me with anger
Am angry atmelf
I fear my own thoughts
Just because it has what I want
Because I'm green with envy at it
Because you're there and not out here
I fear my own thoughts...
poem by Cannita Melius
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Open Book's Monologue Part 5: Welcome To The Library!
Welcome to the library! come one come all
Welcome to the library! come with your brethren on this wall
Welcome to the library! come all you books tattered or new
Welcome to the library! come tired and overdue
Yes welcome to the library the place where you're most mundane
Yes welcome to the library the place where you're to endure most pain
Yes welcome to the library where you'll sit unwanted
Yes welcome to the library where you'll sit haunted
Yes welcome to the library where everyone's just like you
Yes welcome to the library where we're all books too!
Yes welcome to the library where you can take comfort
Yes welcome to the library where In the fact you're no longer unique
Yes welcome to the library You're just pen marks ink
Departing the library? I think not, even if you get out we'll bring you back
Departing the library? Here you rot, but we'll dust you to ease your passing
Departing the library? Don't make me laugh, here you're black and white
Departing the library? Nobody argues on your behalf, look more amassing
Welcome to the library! A place of keeping and safety
Welcome to the library! Take your place you'll like it, just wait and see
Welcome to the library! New books don't mind the old they're disillusioned
Welcome to the library! You've sold your soul... but it's too late for you
so WELCOME
poem by David Knox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mud Throwing Grudgeons
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
I can accept being labelled ignorant.
Among other choice names I have been called.
I can accept having been told I live in my own world,
With a perspective on life that drips with cynicisms...
And sarcastic trimmings interpreted to faultfind.
I am a writer choosing to use that as my creative license.
However...
What excuses are left for people to make,
Not to see the forest for the trees?
When it is obvious they hop over falling branches,
Like unseen obstacles.
And the ones who point this out to have others cautioned,
Are said to be disgruntled and embittered...
Mud throwing grudgeons pivoting themselves to disrupt.
By what?
A jealousy to refuse,
To beat their heads up against tree trunks?
And a refusal to do this is shown as a sign of envy?
Who is spiking the tea these nuts drink?
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
If a brick wall is constructed to be just what it is,
Why do those persisent in their protest,
Make declarations with demands and wishes...
To have those bricks replaced with cushions?
And grant with allowances to have their intelligence,
Abused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You & I
Oh, you and i
The time we spent together ends too soon
Like sun sets to the moon
So breath my beautiful
I often find that Ive been losing time
Cos what you said last night
That play upon my mind
Like thoughts of
Chorus:
You and i
You and i
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and i
You and i
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
A simple need of love is what you bring
It plays on my hearts strings
Songs of love to be loved
Got me thinking of
Our moments that are gone but will not fade
And we live to be replayed
In my mind overtime
Like thoughts of
(chorus)
Well I know well make mistakes
But thats just the chance we take
I hope youll never say
Cos Ill never say
Goodbye
Say goodbye
To you and I (you and I)
You and I (you are always on my mind)
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and I (you are always on my mind)
You and I (youve just got to give me a try)
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
You and i
song performed by by Five
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Silence of the Library
the silence of a library
it is the weight of knowledge
on the axis of the mind
waiting to swing into action
the silence of the library
each brain negotiates a path
through the written words where
the tjhoughts of great men flow
the silence of the library
a section of the books
that has gathered dust waits
for a life to be put into them
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Learn From Others With Respect For Them
We've all been encouraged to speak our minds.
To participate in the democratic process.
And to learn from others with respect for them as well.
Striving to become independent thinkers.
Mentally adjusted and with wholesome thoughts,
Is the end result if we remain obedient to discipline.
Just as long as we do not offend anyone.
Or openly criticize their activities.
And avoid from being judgemental, opinionated and biased.
While keeping in mind to refrain from overindulging our whims.
And with these values and standards practiced...
A conformity will lead us all to prosper in greatness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It's Mine to Own
Just give me my prize!
For a life lived...
Both bold and wise.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.
Just give me my prize.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I connect it.
Now I can accept.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
Just,
Give me my prize I accept it.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
Just give me my prize,
I accept it.
It's mine alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heart Transparency
Beloved;
Time has come that you reveal
The truth of how you really feel
To share all secrets n' thoughts
Let your heart connect the dots
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
No one's thoughts are eternal.
Fools don't digest the thoughts of the wise
As the wise can't digest the fools' thoughts.
Thoughts of the might are meekly followed
To be withdrawn with the might overthrown.
23.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To my teachers
Teachers don’t teach
But more like guide
One’s innocent soul
Upon a wonderful stride
Through the park
Before dark
Pointing out animals and trees along the way.
Teaching life lessons
from which we shall not sway
Holding our hand
Paving our path
From crayons and coloring
To reading and math
To english and science
and then beyond
from swimming in the tub
To swimming in the pond.
For us to learn
For us to grow
For we shall know
which way to go
when there’s a fork in the road
because you told us so
not which way to choose
But the fact that we’ll know.
And from that we will grow
Just Because our teachers told us so.
So...Thank You.
poem by Melissa Ferrer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hollowed Beliefs
I awakened with a taste for greatness.
My eyes before,
Were set upon limitations...
Wasted.
What I did not have,
Saddened the feeding...
Of hollowed beliefs!
Like chores ignored...
I became bored,
With the good I had...
But did not increase!
With an emergence,
To set my mind at peace!
I awakened with thoughts...
An emptiness I brought!
Doubts and blame,
I had indentified by name.
Grief I could not release...
Until I realized what I had to shed!
I had to remove all those 'things',
I alone put into my head!
And a discouragement I nurtured then...
Found me too boring,
And fled with the wind!
It tried with ease to breeze up on me again...
When,
I awakened with a taste for greatness.
My eyes before,
Were set upon limitations...
Wasted.
And I discovered the familiarity!
Chasing it away...
For good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!