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Unless It Has Never Been Addressed

If you are not celebrating,
Yourself...
With pride and dignity.
You have no identity.
That is how I see it!
That is how it appears to me.

There is something missing in your life.
An understanding that goes unidentified.
Something unliked one wishes to hide...
Or ignore! Perhaps despise!

There is an unacceptance.
And whatever it is,
It is denied.

Anyone with a pride and dignity...
Will let this be known.
And it is clearly shown,
On the outside as it should be.
Unless it has never been addressed,
Or respected.
And the emptiness is left unconnected!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pride!

All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
My pride; a protective pride,
Affords me dignity's joy-
When you want to stomp my might,
When you want to stop my force.
It is my pride that clears my sight.
Thus leave me to my proud course.
Lest you feel my wrath ever fierce.
My pride, the only dignity I know.
Only wall between trodden tears;
The defender of weak, helpless souls,
Those looking upon the rich with fear.
Pride; the bold titanium shield of sorts.
Blocking the piercing stares and jeers.
Unseen strength that can't be stopped.
Can't be broken; is my pride here.

poem by Real Wordz
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Dignity

Dignity is what we want,
As human beings on this earth;
Dignity is what we can’t,
Give up anyway since birth.

Dignity is innate right,
God has bestowed man, He made;
Dignity is cause to fight
When employees get under-paid.

Dignity, all need always
At home, at school and one’s work-place;
Dignity for human race,
Men must guarantee all days.

Dignity in livelihood,
Receive should all citizens;
Dignity in dying too,
World must assure everyone.

Dignity is what we need
In life on earth and when we die;
Dignity is good indeed
For creatures born under the sky.

Dignity for man and beast
Is a must for all, west / east;
Dignity for anyone
Shouldn’t be denied, any time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-2006

poem by John Celes
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Through An Osmosisness

Unconscious assimilation,
To seduce one into conversation?
Perhaps.
But there are some with realities,
Who are distorted by facts.
And few comprehend that,
When they allow...
The comfort of their delusions,
To sit back and relax.

I have earned the right to express my identity,
With much flair if I dared.
From dawn 'til noon until midnight.
And doing it aware that I have not a care.

And if anyone expresses I do this and declare,
My arrogance to be unbearable.
And a dignity I pride...
Begins to choke with a coolness I carry.
As if I owned the air!

So be it!
If I flaunt a bit of obnoxiousness.
I've earned all of it.
The identity I pride with the dignity I don't hide.

I am not here to defend every step I've taken.
Nor those experiences life to me has personally given.

'Oh!
I can understand how you feel! '

Is that right?
What part of my life have you lived that delights?
And what hour of which day...
Have you said to yourself,
'Ignore what others say.
Keep your faith it will be okay! '

'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '

Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?

'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '

Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?

'Well,
I don't have to...
Forget it.'

That just expressed,
I can understand and accept.
As from you confessed.
There is no need to further address,
Your comprehension to suggest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Which They Receive No Substance

How do I feel,
About the escalating disrespect...
Shown to me?
And the pride I have taken,
In priding my identity?

That is a very good question.
And I am glad you asked it of me.

First and foremost...
I am not the one to be traumatized,
By an awakening...
To realize my entire existence,
Has been a hoax!

And that is why I stride with a dignity.
Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
And my consciousness,
Has never been sold to be stripped away from it.

Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
Others may be here to make excuses for themselves.
And...
Out of mind and feeling out of place to escape from fates.

So unfortunate are the ones who have been 'hoaxed' to live...
Their lives they do not value.
And support themselves...
On a faith that is replaced on a daily basis,
From which they receive no substance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Know When It Has Been Discovered

I can not award you confirmation...
Of who it is you are.
With an identity felt.
Connected to an adjoining dignity.

I've never had the experience,
Of living with such emptiness inside of me.
I've been blessed to know who it is I am.
With a testing that is done daily,
By those who refuse to accept...
Nothing I do that appears on the surface,
Is not without its depth!

I can not award you confirmation...
Of who it is you are.
With an identity felt.
Connected to an adjoining dignity.

That you will have to determine for yourself.
And you will know when it has been discovered.
When few will accept,
The strength reflected you project.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Revealing a Thought Process

I am at no advantage,
When revealing a thought process.
Although doing so,
Has helped me to quickly digest...
Observations with my eyes,
Without protesting what others deny.

Neither am I protected by an intelligence.
I would be if others in my environment,
Were not so eager to display a taste...
For debasing themselves,
In applied foolishness.
And a rush to prove sterotypes for them fit.

Why do I feel honored and not cursed by this?
Perhaps it is an identity and pride I carry,
That comforts my peacefulness.

And being labelled arrogant,
Amongst those without purpose exposed...
That is seen as meant,
Leaves few left respected for their dignity.
And I just have this need,
To be the best that I can be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Else Can You Do?

What else can they do?
After they have offended,
With disrespect...
Publicly denounced,
And rejected you?
And it was later discovered...
You were selected by God,
To protect them.
And you no longer have that need.
To acknowledge them or hear their pleas.
Especially...
When all you came to offer was love!
And that was something they prayed to receive!
What else can you do?
When God is watching you make attempts to deliver.
And He decides...
You should not compromise your dignity and pride!
What else can you do?
But follow those wishes...
And be blessed with the gifts,
God has given you to use!
And not waste your time,
Being abused by the confused.
What else can you do?
Even though they turned their backs on you...
Should you do the same thing done to you too?
What else can you do?
When God is watching you make attempts to deliver.
And He decides...
You should not compromise your dignity and pride!
What else can you do?
But follow those wishes...
And be blessed with the gifts,
God has given you to use!
And not waste your time,
Being abused by the confused.
Or think if you do...
You have something there to lose.
And you don't!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over Goosed

Although I walk...
With an earned dignity I pride.
I feel I am not greeted with respect.
And this treatment leaves me in deep regret.
I don't lose any sleep,
Over what has been validated, obvious and concrete.
I see it for what it is.
And what it is has diseased our streets.

I can not believe,
Most times my thoughts.
'Degenerate self perceptions,
Displayed by the 'crazed' with few exceptions'.

I can not believe,
Sometimes my anger.
When thinking of inflicted conflicts,
Which are much over goosed with inflating gander.

Slander...
Backstabbing and character assassinations thrive!
How people can accept life is to be lived like this...
Has found a way to be marketed,
On newscasts from 9 to 5!
And around the clock,
If you are 'hooked' and 'cabe-ill-ized'.

Connected to ALL channels...
Except 'one'!
That 'one' that reactivates grace and teaches,
How one should stay alive!

And I walk...
With an earned dignity I pride.
Defended with an improved understanding!
I no longer wonder why my strides taken,
Or when I am standing...
'Seem' to be done alone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Takes One Man

It takes one man to tell a lie
To start a rumor he will deny
Then to hide and cower in the light
As he has no dignity and no pride.

It takes one man to start a fight
To bully the weak with his might
To believe he's something in his mind
Though he is nothing in others sight

It takes one man to start a war
To pick on the needy and the poor
To think he is mighty with his roar
But he is nothing as he was before.

It takes one man to make a woman a whore.
To make her cheap and easy and all will ignore
To take away her pride which she had before
While he then cares for her not anymore.

It takes one man to change a life
Till the day he is born until he dies
To know when he is wrong, and tries to do right
While honesty and devotion is in his sight.

It takes one man to make a stand
To grab destiny and honor by the hand
While worries and temptations he will withstand
And as in life, it will only take just one man.

poem by Randy McClave
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You Want to Gain...What?

You want to gain...
What?
Fame, fortune and wealth?
To feel you are above everyone else?
To deal them with teases...
Just to please yourself?

You want to gain...
What?
Attention you insist belongs to you?
To set pretensions upon their point of view.
What does this 'really' do for you?
Would this erase your insecurities...
And those obscenities that you spew?

You want to gain...
What?
A dignity and pride...
With 'things' and objects,
You believe holds a head high.
Or eyes on you!
To be awed by a fake persona.
And left transfixed...
By your masquerading of it!

You clearly feel an emptiness.
And this you keep inside.
Nothing you choose to express to impress...
Will ever address what you deny!
And an identity unknown...
Seems to leave you depressed,
With regrets.
This is shown!

And moving forward beyond this...
With determined steps,
Will not gain you what you wish.
If you are too afraid...
To expose and admit,
Mistakes you've made!

But you insist...
None are there to fix.

You want to gain...
What?
A way to disguise your blemishes,
There and appearing.
Or a way to escape from your flaws?
No one finds endearing.

Which of these do you believe can not be seen?

You want to gain...
What?
Another life?
One you don't find,
So disgusting?
To live one that is lived perfectly right!
One you wished you had lived less distrusting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uniformed Determination

A baton held high...
With a pride one strides,
But reluctant to pass on.
Loses an influence that could cement,
Long lasting sentiments with purpose and identity.

If a significance is recognized with the pride one strides,
With a leadership that includes discipline inflicted.
And a reason to keep one's dignity persisted.
From thoughtlessly being pushed aside...
To accomodate misunderstandings instead of comprehension.
Is a clue delivered that is more than hinted!
And can not be denied as sighted!

This...
Has to be understood and disgested.
Eventually.
Without the ignorance of protest.

Yes!
And not left to leave anyone perceiving,
There is no depth with the image given.
Or a process involved without meaning...
In this intentional parade free of schemes.

A precision is noticed and captures...
Much more than the attracting of attention.
A uniformed determination is present!
And enraptures spectators,
Awed and shocked.
There is nothing for them to joke about or mock.
With jaws dropped they are forced to watch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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991. Give Me The Pride Of Being Your Child.

You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
Some with pride of inheriting immense wealth.
Some with pride of being born in high caste.
Some with pride of possessing an extraordinary talent.
Some with pride of controlling a great mass.
.....

For me, You denied all these.
I too don’t regret.
In fact, I thank You
For not having added all these
To my already taxing ego.

But, don’t deny Your uplifting love.
Give me only one pride.
The pride of being Your child!

poem by Raman Savithiri
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What should move us to action is human dignity: the inalienable dignity of the oppressed, but also the dignity of each of us. We lose dignity if we tolerate the intolerable.

quote by Dominique de Menil
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Soldier of Stance

A fortress of identity
Solid and unbreakable,
In the jungle of deception
Can’t be bulldozed by propaganda

Soldier of stance; Kamikaze
Defend dignity to the last blood
In the battle against biasness

Buried with no tombstone
Alone,
For the sake of identity,
For the sake of the truth
Finally, dies with dignity.

poem by Ibnu Din Assingkiri
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On The Rise

There is nothing to deliver,
Either way!
There is nothing for neither one of us,
To say.
It has been done!
There is no winning to contemplate.
Or pride with dignity,
To be shown, gained or won!
A redundancy of efforts...
I'm not willing to start!
My happiness is on the rise!
And I so glad it has begun!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A story …nothing to say

Flying in the sky wasn't enough
I choose the path to have which was rough.
Dignity and pride moving along with me,
I was the brave one whom all want see.
Like the sky was not enough as much as I thought,
I choose the path but soon the path trouble me too.
Now I am helpless neither I am in sky nor in the path,
What could I do except to survive, cry or die.

Answer
Oh! Little fellow sorry to hear you
But your mouth is not the only mouth to listen,
And your ear is not that which only listen what you speak.
Can you tolerate all of them as you are,
nor in the sky and the path you choose.
I m sorry I can do nothing coz in sky difficult to fly,
In path difficult to survive.
Do what you like, return alone in the sky or choose the next path as you like.
But thing about those dam dignity and pride,
Which will kick you through out the life.

poem by Amar Ghimire
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Do Not, Berate...Yourself!

Be not dismayed about your setbacks.
Or your lack of control when they seem to latch.
Avoid any re-enactments,
That attempt to saddle.

Clean the slate.
Do not, berate...yourself!

Be not dismayed about your setbacks.
Or your lack of control...
When those setbacks take hold,
To ride and latch to attach.
Say no!

Why do this,
Then renew it!
Say no...
Let them go.

Refuse to have any of that.
Get those setbacks right off your back.
Decide you are not that easy ride.
Avoid any re-enactments.
That may come to saddle.
To sap and zap your well earned pride!

Remember...
There is a dignity you pride,
Invested.
You can, if wished...
Push that pride and dignity aside.
But you should dismiss this...
If you wish,
Those setbacks not to ride...
For the rest of your life!

Can you imagine...
Being further burdened,
By those freeloaders?

Do not, berate...yourself!
In a gimmick over mimicked,
With a scolding loathed.

Why do this,
Then renew it!

Do not, berate...yourself!
In a gimmick over mimicked,
With a scolding loathed.

Remember this...
There is a dignity you pride,
That has been invested.
Say No...
To that ride!

Clean the slate.
Do not, berate...yourself!

Why do this,
Then renew it!
To boo and hoo.

Do not, berate...yourself!
Why do this,
Then renew it!
To boo and hoo...

THEN renew.

Do not, berate...yourself!
No...no...no.
Do not, berate...yourself!
No...no...no.
Do not, berate...yourself!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Pride Was Felt Inside To Feel

If pride was felt inside to feel it...
It would be shown.
And to all would be known.

If pride was felt with intent and integrity,
Few would be envious.
And who would then express jealousy.

But pride and identity,
Is as distant as an orphan...
Seeking purpose and a home,
Alone.
To roam.
Feeling disconnected.
Leaving one who travels...
Wishing this corrected.

If pride was felt inside to feel it...
It would be shown.
And to all would be known.
But...
One who travels,
Wishing to connect...
Feels as distant as an orphan,
Alone.
To roam!
And...
Feeling disconnected.
Hoping one day,
Pride will be displayed and known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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P R I D E

Pride and armor
of a lineage, a perception
cautions and lifts inner to a
pedestal.........
lessons on its rule book
taught not to run back...
but fight back with dignity...
that is pride...
precursors wrote in regal ink
a kind of aura it transpires
a blend and its majestic ensemble
imprinted on a realm...
laurels from a bastion
a difference of a shield so strong..
royal drapes and its layers
vanished on sheets of democracy
but the blood veins carries
a blend...that holds power...
power to fight back with dignity
not to run back on tribulations..
not to fear back on defeats...
A circlet cosseted by ethnicity
on all odds and not to panic
on ordeals or die like a coward....
great grand mother scribbled before death
“Pride is not mind’s arrogance....
pride is mind’s power to hold self
on a revered and meaningful
pedestal....”.

poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Resistance

Resistance

Identity lost,
Dignity ripped,
Land occupied,

Resistance inevitable,

History witnessed;

The tribe of Mahatma,
The nation of Martin,
The country of Nelson

Prevailed,

Sabers never rattled,
Bullets never fired,
Blood never shed

But,

Identity reclaimed,
Dignity restored,
Land freed,

And above all,

Peace won.

poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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