What Has Been Done Successfully
If all that he does,
Is just mimic my steps.
And whines pathetically,
In a manner to get attention...
With a bit of empathy.
He succeeds,
With this procedure.
What has been done successfully,
Is his ability to prove,
A need...
From an inexperienced heart.
And innovation with originality...
Has not begun to play a major part,
In his dependent personality.
He currently suffers from issues,
With a wish to impress.
And not yet ready to lift his head,
From a soft welcoming breast.
That patronizes his insecurities.
As he sucks his thumb!
While revelling in a protection,
He temporarily has won!
And my steps laid,
Required some bravery witnessed...
In the midst of everyone.
Without benefit,
Of applause or encouragement.
And this is what he believes,
Feeds success and not its quality.
Or the bleeding done,
He does not see!
Hidden from eyes to do privately.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking From Side To Side
Some take forward steps,
Just to impress.
With a looking from side to side.
Others take forward steps,
To accomplish and succeed...
What some believed they could not do.
And the ones who take forward steps,
To accomplish with the getting of something done...
Have set their sights on heights much higher.
While those who sought with a seeking to impress,
Have discovered they have set no other goals to address.
And exclaim to others they have become bored to death.
The lack of their motivation begins to shows.
Especially when their interests in just getting the attention...
Goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Steps
Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together
Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another
Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.
Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….
poem by Kriti Krits
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Never Before Seen in Eyes That Sparkle
The teaching of one accustomed,
To hiding in the shadows
That a reaching for stars,
Will lift a broken heart
To begin a mending,
That slowly ends
A feeling of desperation.
Does more for the confidence,
Of the one who convinces.
Something witnessed,
Flourishes with encouragement.
And the dawn
That removes a darkness once held
Sheds with a renewed freshness
That inspires two,
In a development of a closer relationship.
Unexpected.
A light never before seen in eyes that sparkle,
Is felt.
And a melting so obvious becomes shared.
Something witnessed,
Flourishes with encouragement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Delivery To Impress Expectations
The problem with those who find it difficult to progress,
Is an inability to leave what has been done successfully.
To move on to do something next with the same initiative.
That addresses the taking of forward steps.
And not the sitting to reflect on that which has been accomplished.
Like many do.
As if to prove a continued reminiscing sustains status that's valued.
And if it does...
Are those few left impressed motivated enough to do for themselves,
With a delivery to impress expectations?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Trite And Hollow Expressions
Choosing to stay on a journey,
That is basic and simplistic...
With a quality just to address,
Confuses those unaware their deceits...
Only further complicates the steps they have taken,
Seeking to remain to prove others they can defeat...
With trite and hollow expressions to impress,
As they duplicate footsteps of pioneers to repeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Change I'd Like To See
The only change I'd like to see,
Is a quality of life.
And people expressing their respect,
For others including me.
With a commitment to doing it.
And not with hindsight.
I'd like to see a marketing of disciplined children,
Effectively being done.
Day and night.
With common sense used as a priority.
And not from it take flight.
And education a necessity IF,
Greed is not the emphasis...
To focus one's ability with a getting it,
As if a success to impress has been won.
I'd like to see this change in everyone.
I'd like to witness a representation,
Of honesty believed.
With people choosing to advocate this movement.
And doing this with integrity.
I'd like to see crooks and thieves,
Less promoted as dignitaries with ambitions to deceive.
I would like to see those deluded,
Awakened from this sleep disease.
A change we all can believe?
How about those admitting to their insecurities.
And the race and color of one's skin,
Confessed as a reason people are taught to hate.
And those with issues solicited to bait...
Labelled as ignorant.
That's the change I await.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You have the right to feel, you are successful
Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it
Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly
Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes
Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it
It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you
Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success
Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success
Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success
Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to objectively assess
People and events
Without painting them subjectively
Is indeed your success
Your ability to stay most of your time positive
Progressive and productive
Creative and innovative
Is indeed your success
Your ability to hold on to
Your original traits
Without succumbing to the temptations
Of becoming someone else
Is indeed your success
If this forms your scale to measure success
You have the right to feel
You are successful
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The Steps
Your steps, children of my silence,
Holily, slowly placed,
Towards the bed of my vigilance
Proceed dumb and frozen.
Nobody pure, divine shade,
That they are soft, your steps selected!
Gods!… all the gifts which I guess
Come to me on these naked feet!
If, of your advanced lips,
You prepare to alleviate it,
An inhabitant of my thoughts
The food of a kiss,
Does not hasten this tender act,
To be soft and not to be not?
Because I lived to await you,
And my heart was only your steps.
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A Mime May Mimic
A mime may mimic in a manner to entertain.
To connect the reason for a rhyme to make clear.
But one who impersonates to charade,
Does not intend to flatter another with praise.
Not when a stealing from one done,
To gain attention is meant.
With a masquerading of a deception to perfection,
To influence those transfixed by it.
Who 'assume' they witness originality presented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Never Been Here Before Either
I have been where you are.
And to repeatedly return...
To support your steps,
With motivated encouragement...
I don't object to doing!
It's just that...
My own steps need protecting too.
With a giving to it my complete attention.
And...
No one appears there to clear my path.
Or has offered to watch my back.
In fact...
No one has expressed concern at all,
If I might have fears or not.
Or how I feel after stumbling to crawl.
To get back on my feet to walk.
I am not rehearsing my journey.
Or have been given time to practice.
And like you...
I've never been here before either.
And with each step I take I know I am tested.
And like you...
I too have sacrificed to reach.
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Deficiencies They Keep To Protect
Too often she has chosen to lie,
At the expense of others.
As she defended with protection,
Her insecurities she needs to correct.
But they have not been set,
As her priorities.
Just yet.
Too often he makes excuses,
For not making advances.
Towards that which will enhance his life.
And nothing suggested,
Will be okay or considered as right.
To him it is the environment he lives in,
That feeds his appetite all day and night.
They both have the same thing in common.
They both believe they should be bestowed,
Gift wrapped packages.
With their names on them in bold solid gold.
They both have the same thing in common.
They are both getting old.
With preferences they wish respected.
And a keeping of fears,
They can not see defects their steps.
Deficiencies they keep to protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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199 Steps to Heaven
They were my 199 steps to heaven
Grandad found them 199 steps of hell
Angina.
But still he always climbed
Never complained
As I think he knew,
He was climbing the 199 steps to heaven.
I can't even remember
When I first did climb
just always had.
I can remember
Counting
Did it really take 199 steps to heaven?
Some debate
That there are only 198
But they were my 199 steps to heaven.
But
Then I realized that
By counting the 199 steps to heaven
Meticulously
Religiously
I was missing the view on the way up
To heaven
And it didn't really matter if it was
198 or 199
They'd always be my 199 steps to heaven.
Then my eyes were opened and I saw
the view up was just as spectacular
As the view from heaven.
And I realized how much of it I'd missed;
Counting
So I stopped and
Just admired the view
On the way up
My 199 steps to heaven.
The view, like time stood still
Old tile roof tops,
Sprawling cliff faces
And the sea.
It was always the sea for me.
Whether in a rage or in a lull
I loved it unconditionally
The long straight pier
Jutting freely.
And all this I could see
From my 199 steps to heaven.
And sometimes we'd have to stop
Half way
For granddad to recover
Breath labored but still
Determined
To climb those 199 steps to heaven
And I'd wonder
Who?
How many?
Had climbed these 199 steps
Did they know they were climbing
My 199 steps to heaven?
The tourists, locals,
And in days long gone;
The coffin bearers.
All climbing my 199 steps to heaven
And, if you believe him
Mr Stoker
Claims
That the Count
Formed in a hound from hell
Climbed those
199 steps to heaven.
And when we'd finally reach the top
My world spread out before me
I'd weave between the gravestones
Thinking how lucky
These corpses were to be
Lying, eternally
There;
Their own piece of earth;
At the top of
My 199 steps to heaven.
And the north wind blew strong
And sang me a sweet sad song
As I gazed over my world
Cliffs, sea, a never ending horizon
Calling to me, welcoming me
Needing me as much as I needed
It
My 199 Steps to Heaven
And if you ever climb my 199 steps to heaven
Please throw my name off the edge,
Into the wind to blow it free
Forever
As I am separated by distance
heart breaking
soul aching
For my
199 steps to heaven.
Shadow Girl
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Mother Song
_From the Portuguese._
HEAVY my heart is, heavy to carry,
Full of soft foldings, of downy enwrapments--
And the outer fold of all is love,
And the next soft fold is love,
And the next, finer and softer, is love again;
And were they unwound before the eyes
More folds and more folds and more folds would unroll
Of love--always love,
And, quite at the last,
Deep in the nest, in the soft-packed nest,
One last fold, turned back, would disclose
You, little heart of my heart,
Laid there so warm, so soft, so soft,
Not knowing where you lie, nor how softly,
Nor why your nest is so soft,
Nor how your nest is so warm.
You, little heart of my heart,
You lie in my heart,
Warm, safe and soft as this body of yours,
This dear kissed body of yours that lies
Here in my arms and sucks the strength from my breast,
The strength you will break my heart with one of these days.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Secrete To Success
Success is defined as surviving failures and learning from them.
Success has a secrete and
Unless a man undertakes more than he possible can do
He’ll never do all that he can.
Success has a secrete and
Nothing succeeds like the appearance of success.
Success has a secrete and
You always go through failures on the way to success
Maybe it does secrete of success.
It is possible to fail in many ways,
Just polish them with ignorance.
Whiles possible to succeed in other ways
Just stamp with confidence
Then success is short.
Take steps to success;
Plan while others are playing,
Study while others are delaying,
Begin while others are procrastinating,
Work while others are wishing,
Listen while others are talking,
Smile while others are frowning,
Commend while others are criticizing,
Persist while others are quitting.
You’ll be lucrative in your success,
If you follow this secretes of success.
You are not old,
To be unsuccessful,
Don’t go where there is excitement,
Thus with-holds your succeeding journey,
Stay where there is love,
Thus you open all of you to it.
This is a secretive secrete of success,
IF ITS NOT! !
THERE’S NOTHING EXITING TO BE THE SECRETE OF SUCCESS
I won’t tell you the author, cause he is a secrete successor.
poem by Stephen Raseona
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Vivid Clarity: These Steps I Take
It is the 'who' in me pursued.
Appearing as I do before you...
Without references!
Either those accepted or dismissed.
And depending on your beliefs...
I was 'somewhere' in the heavens,
And 'asked' for this existence.
Whether or not that is true,
I am going to do my best...
To ensure my presence has been felt.
Suggestions given may come after I ask.
I am not seeking charity,
From those on goodwill missions...
Out to prove they have been chosen,
To condition minds...
With a conformed environment as the agenda.
'Peace my brother!
Have you been introduced to the Lord? '
These steps I have taken,
Were made on scraped knees and bruised feet.
Faith, hope and confidence arrived...
To discover me in doubt.
I ain't there no 'mo!
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
However,
I can tell by your eyes,
This is a fresh discovery?
With a desire to share!
And, I have been there.
I was born to chew, digest and enjoy the scenery!
Not to be caught up and lost in it.
Or bleed dramatically in public.
Without sound of applause.
I use to be shocked...
By the lack of sincere empathy unseen.
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
Someone, somewhere...
Will eventually find themselves exploring life,
Oppose to hoping for clues to magically appear...
Out of thin air.
With vivid clarity,
Are those steps I take!
And I didn't just awaken.
I began chipping away at obstacles,
When it became apparent...
My tears would not dissolve them!
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once From Their Sight 'Your' Treasures Leave
As long as someone 'assumes' there is a benefit,
You will be shown some aspect of respect.
By those who prioritize the feeding of their needs.
And you might be left to believe,
Any attention you receive from them...
Is a result of your radiant personality.
There is nothing wrong with 'your' perception.
If from them you now get a wished reception.
In an atmosphere of shared embellishments.
We all keep some delusions handy and accessible.
However,
This is generally the 'observed' scenerio:
If you have nothing others can value,
Or 'things' available that impress...
On sight and can be used.
To address 'their' hangups and insecurities?
No one is brave enough to face seriously.
You will not maintain their attention!
Listen...
Maybe with a mention of disgust on their lips.
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
This is felt as you will witness this.
Especially once from their sight,
'Your' treasures leave!
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
That's just how it is...
In the land of 'opportunity'.
Where the breeding of this has yet to cease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Change
In days of yore men preened and posed like peacocks to impress
the haute monde with their quality: Put on a brave display,
although often a hollow sham. Which only served to say.
Fine feathers do not make the man, although they may express.
His vapid personality and general uselessness
Today image is everything, it is the modern way.
We kow tow to celebrities, a silly game we play
We have not learnt lessons from history. That image matters less
Than well proven ability and sterling honesty.
We let ourselves be taken in by what spin doctors say.
We are to ready to accept as truth, the clever lies
Which at first glance appear to be completely bias free.
Well designed publicity by those who earn high pay.
by portraying as honest men: Thieving rogues in disguise.
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A Little Son's Promise
As i was wheeled to the operating room
His little voice still lingered in my ears
The anesthesia was successfully done
And before i went into a deep sleep
I can still see his face in the waiting room
Worried, with tears in his eyes
But showed his bravery for me
We were alone in my hospital bed
Waiting for the doctors to come
I was having a miscarriage
Nervous and fear painted my face
My little boy was holding my hands
Touching my head, stroking my hair
With his soft voice, he whispered
'Don't be afraid, I am here,
I will take care of you, Mama
This promise of a little boy
Kept me going throughout my ordeal
He did touch my heart
And i was moved to tears
Knowing that in his innocent ways
He showed his bravery that night
And promised me
That everything will be alright
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Effective Depression
A success obtained,
With intentions to share with others.
Is a success undenied.
This kind of success is not implied,
By those who benefit.
And multiplies to see it thrive.
A success hoarded to manipulate,
With a selfishness one prides.
Is a success that suppresses.
With a digressing of those who oppress.
To leave an effective depression to digest.
That certainly does not impress those affected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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