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Until After

I'm sure she expects me,
To say at least 'something' about her.

Something that maintains for her,
A significance to convince...
We were involved in a relationship,
For her that makes some sense..

But she related more,
To a materialism she adored.
And anything we had was not indepth explored.

And when it was over...
I wondered what it was for.
The arguments?
A lack of openness.
But a quickness to exit.

Love was never there to be shared.
Before!
And I did not realize that...
Until after.

Just another door closed!
And my return to missed laughter.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reason For The Split

To be in a relationship that ends,
For one to claim they do not know what happened...
Should not have been a relationship that began.

For someone not to be conscious,
Of their own relationship...
Could mean they do not wish to admit,
An activity or lack of providing it...
Was the reason for the split.

And...
If the other one involved in the same relationship,
Has a difficult time remembering it took place...
Well,
There is no need to continue a nosey probing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explored and Treasured

Some of us meet,
With an instant feeling felt...
There is some kind of unspoken history.
An intention sent,
Is recognized as if meant.
A chemistry bonds,
From the heavens and beyond.
And this to us comes...
As if a piece of a puzzle,
Becomes shared from a deck of cards...
That has been dealt!

'I have two aces and two kings! '

~That's not possible.
Is it?
Because I too have two aces,
AND two kings! ~

'What does this mean? '

And what 'does' this mean?
Since we all perceive,
We are here to live lives...
Chronologically spent.
If I feel an energy generating,
I have known before...
Where is that coming from?
When is this going to make some sense?

And...
What is 'IT' that allows,
To open 'that' door?
To be explored and treasured...
Respected and adored.
While most of our experiences,
We accept as lessons taught...
As learning to walk,
Eventually becomes ignored.

~Is The Creator of 'this' experience lived,
Doubling over in laughter?
And wiping from the eyes joyful tears,
That we are caught by surprise.~

'What joke is 'this' experienced?
That 'The One and Only Omnipresent'...
Has us live as if an experiment? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrongdoings

People seek solutions or someone to blame,
For decisions they have made...
To soothe their disappointments.
And that has been an easy activity for many,
To choose to do when taking responsibility...
For one's own actions,
Has never been conducive to campaigns spearheading...
The significance and the importance of truth.

There are qualities of life totally missed,
People will not experience at all...
Because materialism is not involved.
And those values attached to those qualities,
Have no price tag to charge to a credit card or layaway.
It is sad to see people who openly deceive,
Others they have tricked into believing blindly...
They too have been victimized by their own wrongdoings.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Forcing Oneself On The Other

love is a democracy
it does not force itself upon other people's hearts

when it is welcomed
it enters the door and expects to be cared for

when it is time to leave
love knows how to make that graceful exit

it goes out the door of mutuality
leaves the room
leaves nothing

it closes the door slowly
there is no banging of anything

the words are kind
when it says goodbye.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Closed Door

sometimes we want to enter
a door
a closed door that does not open
no matter how hard we
knock
we try being courteous and gentle
and so patient
eating every waiting time
like we are the most foolish of all fools
knocking a closed door
seducing it more often with our
pleadings
begging and even compromising
for a dance
to convince the owner of the door to
open it
but no one hears, no one cares to listen
to our pleadings,
no one likes the dance of compromises
the door is still closed
and then the last crooked thing happens
we take the axe
and break the door which is closed
forcing it open
only to find that all the people there are dead
there is nothing inside
but mystery and
grief
an unsolved crime, no more
no less.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Old Friends

I caught a glimpse of you and me today

Whilst walking through a park

Where two friends walked and talked

Under trees filled with laughter

When carefree we shared bad jokes

And pretended to be other people on the phone

I miss the prayers the love

The friend that never left me on my own

Who shared dreams and poetry

Who made minutes stretch into an hour and more

Who was always knocking on my door

Who listened to my tired relentless rhyme

Who forgave me for never being on time

And without looking consumed my terribly bad cooking

The holidays the photographs the arguments and fun,

It's twenty years and more,

Oh how I miss that knock upon my door!

yvette smith

poem by Yvette Smith
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Common

Just because you do not wish something to exist,
Why must you campaign to destroy its presence?
To present and allow what you have created,
An influence to achieve a believable significance?

You will find you have wasted effort and time,
When those you are trying your best to convince.
Their own eyes to open wide do not connect to their minds!
Or belongs to them exclusively,
To be used for independent thinking to experience.

And believe this or not,
Many will be shocked to come to realize for themselves...
A kind of sense for them that you have yet to make.
And they will begin to regard this activity as common.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What They 'See'...Is EZ

Some folks are just not cut out...
To do what they perceive,
To be as easy as they believe.

Or someone critiqued and discredited,
Who makes it look that way!
Isn't that what others have been known to say?
So they too 'conclude'...
From their point of view,
What they 'see'...IS
EZ.

'Would you like another piece of cake?
It took me hours to make it.
But you ate three pieces in ten minutes flat! '

~Each piece was so delicious.
Very tasty.
Ten minutes?
I didn't know that! ~

What appears on the surface,
And done with skill.
May seem so simple,
To those disconnected...
As to how that skill is applied and fulfilled.
And what it takes to communicate it.
Whip it into shape...
And bring it to 'life' to make it real!

Walking from A to B,
My be nothing for someone accustomed...
To walking.
And walking!
Then talking from C to Z.
But it may take another,
Who huffs and puffs...
A day to arrive at the corner store.
To announce by the end of the week.
What was done,
Can not be handled anymore.
The store stays 'crowded'.
All the time!
Standing in line is such a bore.

Everything on them hurts.
And their mind is sore.
From trying to make an impression...
To leave on someone,
They are hoping to convince,
What they've done makes sense.
And very soon will be done again.
Since it is much adored!

But before they do 'that'...
Other priorities they've ignore,
Must be further explored.
With a more determined focus given.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You were my morning laughter

You were my morning laughter
You've taken that from me
I cannot laugh the way I did
I cannot be just me

There's something that is missing
But I dont care no more
I cannot keep on giving
The day you closed the door

I give continouosly
Get nothing in return
Perhaps a mail so now and then
Is all I get to yearn

You were my morning laughter
You want me still to be
I cannot be the same no more
Please understand this plea

You cannot have both worlds
Although you want it so
I cannot see myself get hurt
This time I'll turn and go

poem by Bradley Lester
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When That Door Closes

Were you upset,
By those who took you and your efforts for granted...
In the past?

'Yes.
And I have taken measures,
To ensure that 'never' happens again.'

'Never' is a strong and sometimes changing word.
Perhaps you mean you 'hope' this to you,
Will not happen again.

'I've identified my attachment to those who 'try'.
And those who 'try' are proned to make excuses,
Induced by alibis!

Well...
I no longer empathize with procrastinators,
Who abuse my empathy.
And do what they wish to do later.
As if it's okay to do that to me!

I recognized who they are.
And that's all it takes...
For me not to experience another heartache.'

You speak of this as if it is the ending of a relationship.

'It is!
When the passion leaves...
Why wish for it to return and be repeated?

When it is clear it has gone,
And there is no coming back?
Never can those feelings be restored as they were.
Like an exit through an opened door,
When one closes it little emotion is attached.
With a forward movement that takes place.

Not to close it to knock on it again!
What sense does that make? '

You might have left something inside?

'You mean like a pride one denies?
Not here.
When that door closes...
It is as if it had not existed.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know A Man

I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.

A task overwhelming.
Taking over where you left off.
A promise of the selfless.
Memories of your younger days.
As age wears you thin.
You are still not ready give in.
Forever holding on to the towel.
Never willing to let it go.

I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.

Mercy of the angels.
Hardiness of a father.
Pushing me to go even farther.
When I need help you are always more then willing.
A priceless soul your building.
Lessons learned, lessons taught.
Somethings just can't be bought.
You never blame me you know its not my fault.

I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.

Sickly you become as the clock keeps on ticking right on bye.
But nobody cares.
They still have the same expectations.
And your delivery's take a deviation.
People get pissed cause your not as fast.
You want to pull down your pants and say kiss my white a double s.
But you hold your tongue.
For you know when all is said and done.
They'll have to just deal with you.
They at this point just don't have a clue.

I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
Their is never enough time.

You now have reached the end.
You look into my eyes.
And say I hope I have taught you well my son.
Cause it won't be long.
The reaper coming to take me home.
I'm sorry but its now where I belong.
Don't cry now.
For you must keep moving on.
Listen here boy, this has become our song.

I know a man.
Who does everything for everyone and expects nothing return.
Burning away the night sky.
Working till the day he dies.
Their is so much love in his eyes.
And their is never enough time.
Their is never enough time.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mowing Over More Woes

Leave me with my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub feeling lucky.

These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
With a nitpick, sticky, pricking fit,
That can make one go ballistic quick.

Time alone at home is wanted.
So I disconnect the phone.
Just to sit in quietness,
Away from lip flipped arguments.

To relax and feel free...
To sip,
On a cup of tea!

These days we live right now are suckie.
And can make one feel so yucky!
But when I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.

Enjoying my time,
Relaxed...
With a cup of tea!

When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense.

When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense.

When I rub my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub I feel lucky.
Freed I am from arguments...
To me that makes no bit of sense,
To keep a mowing over more woes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Wish

When you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

So when you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

Don't be the one to open doors you want left closed.
Because you wanted to be free of misery,
You wished would leave from you quickly.

Don't be the one who thinks by letting go to show.
A relationship of arguments,
Will not be ever missed.
'Cause when you wish that one to go,
That one you let go might be missed.

So when you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is...
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

When you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Flag

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were but
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
all that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

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It Takes An Absence

It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.

It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.

It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.

And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.

Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.

It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End of Discussion

You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.

Let me clarify my distance for you.
I am no longer trying to mend communication ties broken.
There has been too much time wasted playing hide and seek.
You wish to live life on your terms?
Fine.
But I am not going to adjust to your 'do-as-I-say'
'Not-as-I-do philosophy!
If space is going to be shared between us...
We are not just going to meet in it to just have sex,
And guesses.
Or will doubts lay smothered,
Under fear of hurting sensitive feelings.

If you can not be honest with yourself...
Don't expect me to understand!

Your growth issues and lack of acceptance,
Are not 'my' insecurities.

You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.

I'm not in love with you to that extent.
Nor am I waiting for you to open windows,
To clear the atmosphere with fresh air!

I've made deposits of time invested in this relationship.
And I have not received the benefit of your return.
And I 'know' I had at least earned that!
Yet...
That was lacking.

When my patience with you allowed me to sit.
With an open mind as I 'then' saw fit,
Ran out of excuses.
I knew I had 'had' it.
And it was time to split!

That's why it was necessary for me to make a withdrawal.
And leaving you became an attractive exit.
With no 'cussin' or 'fussin'.
End of discussion!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ageing Process

When you're a child
you wish to age.
When you're a teen
you reach a stage
where you think you know
what life's about.
When you're an adult
you still have doubt.
When you reach middle age
you start looking back.
You wonder what you missed,
what you lack?
When you're older
you finally realize
whatever you missed
was right before your eyes.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Secrets of Women

Women are pressured about
The least little thing
her counter-part has been

Caught at the swing
Now he expects her to sing
But she holds to her dream

She barely screams
Women are pressured
And a secret she keeps

It's late at night when she weeps
Her man has many hands
Thinking of right is not his plan

With most women he dance
To him, she still gives a chance
Hoping for that tiny bit of romance

Praying that there relationship
She will enhance
Harboring the secrets to her next

Reflection...
While putting up with man's
Rejection...

Her secrets help her to maintain
Laying low excepting the pain
Pressure, pain and secret

Don't make her dumb
It makes that man a bum.
Cherish, love, and respect

Is always in her dialect
Those are things she deserve
Even while being toss a curve

Pressure makes a woman strong
Lack of love makes her wise
Re-fusing to share her thighs

Secrets of women
Survival for the willing
Pain helps her to keep on living

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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It makes sense

When controversy surrounds
and things blow out of proportion
remember,
that tranquility still makes sense

When tension surrounds
and mind gets exhausted
remember,
that patience still makes sense

When mystery surrounds
and logic takes a backseat
remember,
that reality still makes sense

When laughter surrounds
and the vox gets too loud
remember,
that silence still makes sense

When darkness surrounds
and the heart gets out of rhythm
remember,
that hope still makes sense

poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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Love Was Never There to Trust

How long...
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!

How long...
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed...
Was never to be opened.
And we parted to be friends,
Again!

Why?
Why do we do this to try...
Something not meant to be for us.
Why can't we just forget this.
To quit it.
And walk away to stay that way.

And why?
Why do we hurt ourselves.
Hoping that no one else...
Will come between us.
When love was never there,
To trust!

How long...
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!

How long...
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed...
Should never been then opened.
To let heartbreak begin,
Again!

Tell me why?
Why do we do this to try.
Why can't we be the friends we could have been,
Before.
Before we thought we had much more!
And what was that did we explore...
Before?

But then again,
Perhaps...
Our friendship,
Was never one that ended.
Since one between us ever did begin!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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