Unpinned and Bowled Over
Unpinned and bowled over.
Did I expect it?
No!
Although it has been accepted.
With reluctance,
I admit.
But you did this with finesse.
A skill I wish I had possessed.
Perhaps that's why you passed the test.
With a striking delight,
That blows my mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
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Picky and Petty Too
This is how the mind of those unconnected wind...
When they want something from you,
They want you to do.
They expect you to do it regardless of your time!
But don't expect 'that' from them...
You can try test after test,
And your conclusions will find...
As long as you allow them to use up your time,
They will think you have nothing else to do!
Because you think of them before yourself,
And selfishness for themselves 'first'...
Will be shown time after time to you!
That is how the mind of those unconnected wind.
And even though you know this is true...
Don't waste your time bringing it to their attention.
They will claim 'you' complain,
As well as picky and petty too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Name Is Reckless
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
I ignore all the honking horns
as I weave through the traffic
in the sports car I bought last week.
I’m the greatest driver
you ever want to meet.
You see my name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
No one can beat me
as I race down roads everywhere.
The speed limit
mean nothing to me,
that for only learners
Because my name is reckless,
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
I took my mate out
for a spin to show him all I new.
We raced around the roads.
I’d driven down them before
so I knew them like the back of my hand.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
As we raced along
an articulated lorry
was stretched across the road.
I knew I could go under it
so I told my mate to duck.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
My mate didn’t hear me
as the music was so high
so when the roof came off so did my mate as well.
I escaped with minor injuries,
but my mate died at the scene.
They told me they were charging me
with careless driving,
but I soon told then a thing or two.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
Unfortunately, my statement
didn’t wash with them.
The judge sent me down
for a three-year stretch.
He took away my licence
and threw it in the bin.
I protested saying.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
poem by David Harris
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Wings - 1290 - Initial Version
Shutters unpinned, Spring pings flight.
Wings leave ground mutter, unpinned,
kiting with the current wind,
flowing freely towards the light,
unfettered, playful, bright,
to challenge eternity, on hope alight.
(26 July 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Expecting Nothing From Each Other...
at that point when you
tell the world that
you expect nothing from it
it tells you
exactly
the same thing
like an echo
from a cave
'i expect nothing
from you
too'
it is fair, you must admit
you must admit, it is but fair enough...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Corrected To Experience The Value
There is one distinct disadvantage someone has,
When defending to protect denials they've accepted.
It gets exhausting to the one listening continually,
Knowing what to expect before the act itself is done.
With a dipping into a vat of excuses,
To predict what one does to get the same outcome.
You see...
Time and seasons move forward.
Unforgiving who is left behind they leave.
And some people without this understanding,
Never change with a stubbornness to remain the same.
With a holding on they keep like a picture in a dusting frame.
Many learn to admit a mistake when made,
With a quickness to admit this without being assisted.
And others can not admit what they do to others,
As if to play a game!
Until their backs are up against a wall.
With a pulling of teeth from their mouths to fall.
To make little difference if a mistake is admitted at all.
And adults who do this are worse than the kids.
At least with children there is a sense,
Of wanting to be corrected to experience the value of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flowing Freely
Flowing Freely
Shutters unpinned, Spring pings flight.
Wings leave ground mutter, unpinned,
kiting with the current wind,
flowing freely towards the light, -
unfettered, playful, bright,
to challenge eternity, on hope alight...
26 July 2005 robi3_1290_robi3_0000
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ghetto Dressed
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is a strange reluctance on the part of most people to admit they enjoy life.
quote by William Lyon Phelps
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We need to fix this. It hasn't been done yet because there's still a reluctance to admit that there was even a problem - anywhere above seven rogue soldiers who got out of control on the night shift.
quote by Janis Karpinski
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
poem by Mona Martinez
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I Was So Lucky
Its no secret Ive been waiting
But I didnt expect this
Nothing will remain
Nothing stays the same
After you came
Its no secret Ive been starving
I never felt anything for years
I sat up all night
Just to watch your smile
When youre sleeping
I was so lucky you came by
And turned a different corner
I couldve been somewhere else
You couldve passed by, couldve passed by
Come on and sail the sea with me
Come on, lets go around the world
Maybe find a flat
Or a canyon house
For the season
I was so lucky you came by
And turned a different corner
It couldve been someone else
You had in mind
I was so lucky you found me
My rags turned gold and silver
I couldve been somewhere else
You couldve passed by, couldve passed by
What would you make of this, my baby?
The sun through the trees
Is there a better place to be?
I was so lucky you came by
And turned a different corner
It could have been someone else
You had in mind, oh my
I was so lucky you picked me
My trash turned to silver
Yea, I could have been somewhere else
You couldve passed by, couldbe passed by
song performed by by Roxette
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When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
In a part of this once-great city
Stands a child crying out in pity.
Gone is hope in the heart of each hungry hour.
Every year in this land of plenty
There are millions of starving children
What will i say if they look my way?
This is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Bow your heads to the lost generation
Scars so deep, bringing god's damnation.
Businessmen sip wine while congress argue.
But for grace we enjoy our pleasures
What we face will be our salvation
Go build your towns, but remember time will not forget
That this is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Think of what the wise men said.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
song performed by by Kinks
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Wings Unshuttered - 1290 - Current Version
Shutters utterly unpinned, Spring pings flight.
Wings leave stutter gutter mutter ground unpinned,
found sound kiting, gliding upon current wind,
flowing freely towards the light,
unfettered, playful, bright,
challenging eternity, sing hope alight.
meeting - YOU - sweet
greeting - YOU - treat
entreating - YOU - helpmeet
defeating - FUSS - retreat
heating - US - replete
completing - US - fleet
(30 March 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Don't Know if I Like It
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
And...
Why,
Can't I find the time...
To,
Determine the reason or the rhyme...
You are in my mind,
Haunting.
You're haunting every move regardless what I do.
Haunting all my moods,
No matter what I choose...
You are there.
You are,
Everywhere.
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
Even in my dreams...
And I don't know if I like it.
Even my routines...
And I don't know if I like,
You are there.
You are everywhere.
In different scenes I see,
You are there everythere within me...
Haunting.
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
Or why it is invited...
To live and breathe so deep in me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each Strand You See Of It Invites More
Nothing that I will ever do,
Will be to please you from your perspective.
I have never known those desires.
Suppressed or to be regretted.
I did not earn the right to live my life,
To delight in the feeding of your appetite.
With the ignoring of my own cravings.
I grew up in a different neighborhood.
And for you to expect that I do...
Drool with wishes to have your point of view,
Is such a waste of an interpretation...
That assumes I look to you...
To produce my hopes and dreams.
This is not true.
But I do admit to having an open door policy.
You may come to visit.
But staying on my mind is out of the question.
My own time is enough to occupy picked adventures.
Believe it or not there is nothing that you've got,
Do I sit in silence wishing with time to it to give.
Curious?
Yes.
But wishing to have another existence,
No.
Have you noticed I was not born yesterday?
And the hiding of my earned gray hair,
Has not entered my mind.
Each strand you see of it invites more.
But none of it had you put there.
Even on your good days.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Mess
To those who 'get it'!
Congratulations.
To those who don't...
Congratulations!
The end result will still be the same.
Some will stack denials
Upon a growing pack that piles.
While others will reject
The familiar BS with common regret.
Leaving all to be affected with the usual disrespect!
And that's what I 'don't get'.
If what is happening is not accepted...
Why aren't more rejecting what is given,
For a preference they expect?
You can't blame 'that' on 'them' for your mess!
Or a neglect you find troubling to admit and confess!
Seeing the 'self'...is very difficult.
Seeing the 'self'...can be the best!
At least you know who to point the finger to...
When you blow a 'fuse' that induces your own stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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