We Each Have Gifts To Us Given
We each have gifts to us given.
God condones alone,
And blesses us with.
They can be shared,
But not transferred...
As if to bargain.
For something else preferred.
Some choose to dismiss those gifts,
For a seeking to find,
Something of value to define.
But everyone is blessed,
With a treasure chest.
And uncovering that to discover,
Is in one's frame of mind.
To eventually appreciate!
And for many this might take time.
With an unwinding that takes patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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For Those Who Are Gifted
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
For those who are gifted,
With talents they let drift away.
Seem too quick to earn a dollar from them...
Only to quit to say,
The worth of their gifts...
Did not return to them any profit!
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
One blessed by God...
Should first serve His purpose.
With a gratefulness to prove,
A decision God has made...
Was done to shine forth a light!
To move where He chooses,
Whether day or night.
Not to smother in unthankfulness.
To offer God one's attititude.
Why do people do this?
Take for granted what God does...
Then choose to dismiss it?
To satify egos others should solicit.
To flaunt and cherish,
As if one merits the attention.
To take and celebrate...
Without a word of God to mention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Natural Gift
See that girl walkin down the street
She looks like a prima donna
Shes a star in her head and the worlds at her feet
She looks at you twice and your heart skips a beat
She didnt learn it at high school or from a glossy magazine
You see shes a natural, she gotta natural gift
You gotta rise above your stupidity
Youre dumb but dont give in
You gotta rise above your station
Discover whats within
And with some luck and dedication and some careful manipulation
Everybody needs some inspiration
Everybody needs some motivation
Mix it up with some imagination
And use your natural gifts, you gotta natural gift
You got natural gifts
Ah, hey, hey, hey, ah, hey, hey
And use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts
You dont have to be a genius to find
All the hidden potential deep in your mind
You dont have to know about nuclear physics
Know all the formulas and vital statistics
You dont have to be an intellectual, you dont have to be a scientist
To use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts, yeh
Use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts
You gotta stop this depression youre in now
Stop this emotional rift, you need a psychological lift now
Everybody needs some inspiration, everybody needs some motivation
Mix it up with some imagination and use your natural gifts
There are bad people, mad people, bitter people, scared people
Wanna put you down and keep you in your place
But you gotta chance to break out, you gotta chance to get out
And use your natural gifts
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Flavor Fed That Feeds Defeating
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Your eyes are looking all around on the ground,
To find yourself with meaning...
And something you discover that fits.
But nothing that you pick seems of benefit!
Your eyes are looking all around to be found,
As someone to be lifted and praised.
And saved from stress you labor!
With a flavor of life you savor and crave.
Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
Gifts you were given are gone.
You don't want to miss a beating.
What did you do that was wrong.
You don't want to miss a beating.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
You don't want to miss a beating.
A flavor fed that feeds defeating!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No Exceptions
Long before there was a you I knew,
My mind had been fixed upon...
What it is I do.
And for you to feel in my life,
You are not prioritized.
We...
That's not true.
You are!
You have become a part,
Of what has already existed.
However...
If you believe you've earned the right,
To be there on my mind all the time?
You may eventually discover,
You are not there at all.
Like I said...
Long before there was a you I knew,
My mind had been fixed upon...
What it is I do.
And what it is I do will get done,
With no exceptions.
'You're not even making any money from it.'
Oh?
And spending all my time with you,
Is a treasure trove?
I thank God I am blessed to know 'my' priorities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa!
From the shallow shopping days,
Of Christmas spent.
And gifts selected...
To induce an increased seduction.
With the onslaught of ornament productions.
May they take these memories...
And wish those feelings that excited them,
Remain.
Especially during times...
That find all who cherish these 'things'.
Keep within their hearts to discover...
The thankfulness and joy,
Others to them bring!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Kwanzaa!
And joyous times to those,
Who are grateful and know...
They are among the blessed!
However this tradition is done,
That brings those around the world...
To address their happiness!
And fun shared with everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going To Find That Time To Be Available
I find I remain available,
For that which I am blessed to get done.
I don't sit and find excuses to express my gifts.
Nor hesitate to create...
With both curiousity and gratefulness appreciated.
I find I remain available,
For that which I am blessed to get done.
I feel that which I am able to get done and do...
Is an obligation I have chosen to devote and love.
And I am going to find that time to be available!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stung By Ego
They all lay claims
On talents they have.
As if to aim their comments,
Towards someone believed
To be ego driven mad.
But anyone who is blessed
With gifts.
Understand that God
Wants them to work the ones
They have been blessed with.
To sit around and just make claims...
Only proves and displays a laziness gained.
And anyone who is not stung by ego...
Knows this sometimes,
Is not only heaven but most times hell!
As others who have visions of fame...
Are asleep to awaken,
With talents and gifts 'they' may know
Worthy of showing to produce to tell.
But seem to have less time to apply them,
And more time to find flourishing lies that swell...
Their heads!
With embellishment to relish,
Instead!
As they raise their lips in conceit,
To flap well!
As they prop up their feet,
In front of a TV.
Sitting their behinds on spreading seats,
To snack and eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Takes To Achieve Patience
The returning back,
From a dead end that traps...
Will eventually teach patience,
To the one who rushes forward...
With a determination to prove,
Stubbornness prevails.
Fails.
And heartbreaking will be the attempts,
Observed by those who did their best...
To prevent the event.
But one this can not do...
When a child with an adult appearance,
Chooses not to listen?
We can instruct with books.
And believe it takes stern looks.
But experience is the teacher.
Experience does more for opening up the mind...
Than nagging or reminding someone,
Of what they should do for themselves.
And what is more important for them,
They should concentrate to find!
And...
What it takes,
To achieve patience.
We can instruct with books.
And believe it takes stern looks.
But experience is the teacher.
Experience does more for opening up the mind...
Than nagging or reminding someone,
Of what they should do for themselves.
And what is more important for them,
They should concentrate to find!
And...
What it takes,
To achieve patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Probe of Ripping Critics
Block me from your view,
From your sight if you have to!
Will I still exist...
To express myself like this?
I didn't wait for you to discover,
Where I find 'myself' coming from.
In fact,
You are now where I've been...
At a beginning,
A place I have worked hard to ascend.
And what I do has always been exposed,
Right in front of you...
And those with a gossiping nose!
And blocking 'this' part of what I do,
To get me away from you...
Doesn't change 'me' at all.
Since I've been blessed and gifted...
Whether or not you were here,
Or even if 'you' existed!
I'm not waiting for you to approve of me,
Like others that you have 'done' and 'do'.
I am here being the 'me' I am!
And you are a fool,
If you think my purpose...
Is to focus my time wasted here,
Just on you!
And let me say this,
Before you begin to 'trip'...
I've been blessed to be given,
Many other 'gifts'!
Some of which have withstood the blows,
Of bored yawning audiences...
And the probe of ripping critics!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gifts That Come From The Heart
Memories so sweet they don't depart,
Because each stays sublime,
It's the gifts that come from the heart
That stand the test of time...
Like that first kiss upon the cheek,
Before lips melt with love,
Such heartfelt gifts must be unique,
What else could prove enough?
Some think gold rings or gems will do,
Or flowers for a while,
While others hold the point of view,
Whatever makes them smile...
Yet heartfelt gifts mean so much more,
For these were meant to please...
They have enchantments to allure,
Somehow they grant you peace...
To think that someone truly cares,
Loves tenderly and free,
Holds nothing back and nothing spares
And shares incredibly...
God-blessed are those who play it smart,
That simply says it all...
With the gifts that come from the heart,
For love is beautiful...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Sonnet
Whenever you feel melancholic and low,
Just cut some beautiful dainty flowers,
And add tall stems of lemon green foliage.
Mindfully put them in a clear crystal vase.
With patience see how to bring out the best,
From these gifts of God, in such a way,
That whosoever walks in feels blessed
To see them on the table on display.
Before you know clouds of sorrow depart,
And you wonder why you felt so sad.
All it takes is flowers to feel light hearted,
And you feel joyous and your heart expands.
Doing up flowers is like meditation,
It takes you out of your ruminations.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Togetherness, Unity and Love
Father and Mother, I love you...
I've said it, yeah, OK.
That's right, I've said it, 'cos it's true.
Here's where I choose to stay.
This house is more than just a house,
'Cos love lives here each day,
Yes, I thank God this house is ours,
This home in which we pray...
Father and Mother, thanks so much,
I want to make you proud.
I know sometimes you'll never budge
In rules that you've allowed,
Yet even when you tell me off
And I stand here, head bowed...
I know our house is filled with love,
Of that there is no doubt...
Father and Mother, I thank you...
For both of you love me.
I've seen it in the things you do,
In all you choose to be.
The Christmas gifts, the Easter gifts
And birthday gifts so free.
No wonder that my spirit lifts
In all this love I see...
(September 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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No Need For An Explanation
The one thing I enjoy,
About having my peace of mind...
Is not relying on someone,
To define it for me.
And knowing I have no need,
For an explanation.
It is what it is!
AND it is 'mine' without argument.
Nor am I afraid of it being taken away,
By anyone clueless...
Seeking to discover,
What for them...
They are unable to locate or to find.
Or claim from them it was 'lifted' and plagiarized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The night is a stranger/Noc je stranac
He takes away my hands
He takes away my eyes
He takes away my hair
He gifts a handshake
He gifts a sight
He gifts a wind
I always stay emptied
In his beauty full
He's a secret dressed
In foams of silent seas
In my heart's tide
He comes back with each Moon
In hours disguised
To life me again
Noć je stranac
Odnosi mi ruke
Odnosi mi oči
Odnosi mi kosu
Poklanja rukovanje
Poklanja pogled
Poklanja vjetar
Ostajem uvijek ispražnjena
U njegovoj ljepoti puna
On je tajna obučena
U pjenu tihih mora
U plimi mog srca
Vraća se s Mjesecom
U sate prerušen
Iznova da me oživotvori
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The love I look for
The love I look for
Could not come from you.
My mind is set to fall
At Peterloo.
But you'ld protect me,
I'd be safe with you.
You could but love me
In the olden way,
With gifts of jewels, children,
Time to play,
Be man to woman
In the olden way.
The love that's love has
Other gifts to bring,
A share in weakness, dreams,
And suffering.
These are the only
Gifts I'd have to bring.
The love I look for
Does not come from you.
I see it dawning in
Deep eyes of blue.
I dare to hope for
Love, but not from you.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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