What Is This That I Do?
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is it?
And what is this?
What is this that I do?
Am I trying to be analytic.
What is this that I do?
Everyday and with commitment too!
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Write and type for my own excitement?
What is this that I do?
To do it for a 'whom' to prove?
What is this that I do?
And what intention is this meant?
Am I doing this to make some sense?
What is this that I do?
For who?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
Am I doing it for comprehension?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing it to understand?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this to blow a mind?
And finding that I'm blowing mine.
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.
When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.
If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!
And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her pleasure is to make him run
You may make it an accident
When you make a visit of woman.
She is good enough to understand
That the visit made is by design.
You may make it an incident
When you write a letter.
She is shrewd enough to understand
That the writing was by intention.
Though so casual is your move
In your sexual approach to her,
She could sense it and yet let it go
For it is her pleasure to make you run
14.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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With Ambivalent Meanderings
I feel at times I am not myself.
With ambivalent meanderings,
Followed as if I am a guest...
Visiting each step taken.
As if I should make with intention,
Precise decisions.
With a purpose to store to be tested.
My mind sometimes protests,
Logic and comprehension.
And I find it is best to let go.
Instead of seeking definition,
For everything to make sense.
When there are days I could care less,
What anything means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let me talk!
Wheather i type about my life or my dreams.
i am getting somewhere
Weather you look me up or not.
I am who i am, please don't change me
Weather i type about my hardships, don't forget me.
or or weather i close my eyes and open them
and i am still here.
My body's not, i went to heaven.
Weather this don't make sense it made sense to me
Because i am the one who's living to write.
poem by Sheniqua Lowery
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Sonnet 2
my mind's eye from outer eye remove.
make senseless the argument of sense
that beauty not subject to sense prove
nor object to time that takes you hence.
then, mind from eye withdrawn,
in dark, sense may shine bright
and mind itself your beauty form,
forming mind to your illuminate.
but not thought's sense to hear
nor sense of mind in sense feel,
dimensional sight and intelligent ear
bereft of mind from mind would reel.
no war between your feature and form
exists except in eye - that does harm.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Winds of Destiny
Winds of destiny blow and blow
Take me where I'm not supposed to go
Take me far away from here
Make me forget what's close and dear
Make me forget my life, my hopes, my dreams
Make me forget how real this seems
Winds of destiny why have you forsaken me so
Why must you fill me with misery wherever I go
All I ask now is you to take me far far away
All I ask is to leave today
Because I'm tired of the tears
Everyday of the year
I cry
Sometimes not even knowing why
All because of you, destiny of mine
Thanks to you I'll never be fine
I understand it was destiny for me to suffer like this
To be ripped from what I surely miss
To suffer in silence, all alone
And to keep secrets, don't worry, they'll never be known
One the one condition that you take me home
PLEASE, winds of destiny blow and blow
Take me where I'm not supposed to go
Take me home
Stronger
Life
Has a funny way of trying to make
You a certain type
And making it hard
Yeah life
Is feet firmly on the ground
With a fear of flying
It's always too far
Chorus 1:
It only makes me stronger
When you say I can't do it
I'll work that bit harder
When you say it's not within my grip
The barriers, I'll break them down
I'll prove myself, I'll stick around
I'll get through it all somehow
Nothing's unreachable
Life
Is full of all these empty words
In perfect rhyme
When they don't make no sense
Resigned
To all of these doubts and nerves
You want first place
But you take second best
Chorus 2:
It only makes me stronger
When you say I won't succeed
I'll work that bit harder
When you say you see no strength in time
The barriers, I'll break them down
I'll prove myself, I'll stick around
I'll get through it all somehow
Nothing's unreachable
Oh it's just a state of mind
If you set yourself up to fall
You'll never get there at all
All you've got to do is rise
It takes more to break me than a wave or two
Whatever's sent to test me
Gonna make it through
Repeat Chorus 1
Don't hide
Don't cover up what fuels you
Deep inside
It carries you on
Go find
That dream you dreamt about
Each and every night
Before it's gone
Cos you don't understand how I feel
You don't understand this is real
It's life
Yeah it's life
It's gone
song performed by by Will Young
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Everyday
Everyday
Im on my knees to pray
Since I kissed you once
And I held you once
Things have never been the same
And Ive tried
God knows Ive tried
But theres nothing left
In the world today
Thats making sense in any way
Even now, Im in love with you
No matter what you put me through
Therell always be someone like you
Who lets me down again
But every time
Ive tried to make you mine
It seems theres nothing else
I will ever find
That will make you stay
Make you change your mind
Sad to say
Its the same thing everyday
But theres no one else
In the world today
That will make it change
Take the pain away
Even now, Im in love with you
No matter what you put me through
Therell always be someone like you
Who lets me down again
And everyday no matter what I do
Im more and more in love with you
I cant believe its really true
You wouldnt really go
song performed by by Omd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poeticating What a Poeticator 'Do
Blank is my mind like a canvas.
Not filled with disarray or confused with thoughts.
A melody may come into mind.
Finding an image!
And thinking of a time...
To begin a poetic line,
That may or may not rhyme.
As a mental search begins,
Defining an image.
Before surrounding that with meaning.
Something accessible.
Lean!
And has comprehension in it that screams.
Bites!
Then frame it with...
A title meant for it!
That's the task of one who 'poeticates'.
In creative ways...
That uses the reader as baited prey!
'Poeticates? Po-et-o-cates, okay?
One who is in the process of preparing,
A poetic verse to be spoken publicly! '
If it sounds good,
Make your own stuff up!
That's all it is anyway!
Finding something that connects.
And reflects with anticipation.
Not to be confused with po' etiquette!
And depending on the nature of the 'piece'...
That too is invited!
Poeticating what a poeticator 'do' when done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Density Contained
A massive self indulgence,
Prevents comprehension.
An intention is made,
To persuade and convince...
Within one's mind,
Thrives common sense.
But a density contained,
Does not release
An empthy maintained
To prosper meaningful dialogue shared.
Since there is no one else
To care about!
There in the absence...
Shown and exposed from a limited brain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easily Taken To Exchange
Anyone telling me,
I've got to fight for what I believe in?
Only fool themselves.
I don't have to fight for anything,
That is mine.
Nor do I have to take it away.
It took me a long time to understand,
What I am given...
Had already been delivered and recognized as mine.
And anyone wishing to take away what is mine?
Certainly have not comprehended,
Who delivered to me what I have.
And the intention meant when it was given.
Anyone telling me,
I've got to fight for what I believe in?
Only fool themselves.
I don't have to fight for anything,
That is mine.
Nor do I have to take it away.
It's not that kind of 'gift' easily taken,
To exchange!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soldier Boy
(words & music by david jones - theodore williams)
Soldier boy why feel blue
Dont you believe that she will be true
Its written in the book
That she was meant for only you
Soldier boy tell me why do you cry
When you return shell rush to your side
Its written in the book
That she was meant for only you
So prove your love is true
Shell be there to say I do
And if you go oer sea or land
Shell make you understand
While youre gone oh try to believe
Her love for you is really for real
Its written in the book
That she was meant for only you
So prove your love is true
Shell be there to say I do
And if you go oer sea or land
Shell make you understand
While youre gone oh try to believe
Her love for you is really for real
Its written in the book
That she was meant for only you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Sounds Of Chirping Birds
It has been a while since I was a child.
And everyday someone will ask...
If I still use a pen and pad to write.
'No.
I now use a pad and pen.
And sometimes I might type.'
~Oh?
So...
Is there a difference? ~
'Yes.
I no longer change ribbons.
But I go through pads and pens.'
~Oh,
So...
You do still write? ~
'Not as much as I use the internet.
To then go to a website.'
~To write, right? ~
'Well...
That depends on what I find to download,
For inspiration.'
~Oh...
So,
What inspires you? ~
'The sounds of chirping birds.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Type Of Man
What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A Missing Oar
I understand the origin of your confusion.
But unlike the others,
I am not devoting my life
To the comprehension of it.
If pieces in your mind do not fit,
I will not attempt to convince you
With time given they will.
They wont!
You are determined to prove,
A rowing of a boat in a bath tub
Can be done,
IF one believes.
And I believe,
Somewhere in your head
There is a missing oar!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet For Homework
Okay, sonnet for homework.
I'm in the library, ready to write.
My notebook thick, pen poised to write on it.
My mind open, ready to get it right.
My view? The sky and billowing white clouds,
Tip of trees languidly blowing in the breeze.
I cherish the quiet, the lask of crowds
But the outdoor view is merely a tease.
Surrounded by stacks of books here I sit.
Slight noises of people, paper and books.
A constant motor's hum and bit by bit
I write this poem, concerned with how it looks.
Does it make sense, read well, and does it scan?
Or instead, perhaps some trash for the can?
poem by Caitlin losa
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Why I Write?
I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face
poem by Asif Andalib
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Carried Away
Once again
I lie awake at night in storyland
I'm slippin' away
Understand
Just to escape I run to hope
Still light years away
I'm sinking in the sand
I'm gonna take your hand
you gotta understand
I'm carried away
Your eternal flame
Don't blow it out
You gotta leave it on
I'm carried away
I'm finding my faith
Goes on and on
I'm really getting a carried away
Never fall
Into the world of someone calling out
A mirror inside
Is telling' me you're just a breath away from doubt
And you wake in the night
I'm sinking in the sand
I'm gonna take your hand
You gotta understand
I'm carried away
Your eternal flame
Don't blow it out
You gotta leave it on
I'm carried away
I'm finding my faith
Goes on and on
I'm really getting carried away
'Cos I can go on this time
In my way
'Cos I believe all my prayers
I'm carried away carried away
Your eternal flame
Don't blow it out
You gotta leave it on
I'm carried away
I'm finding my faith
Goes on and on
I'm really getting carried away
song performed by by Hear'Say from Popstars
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Greatest Challenge Of All
There had been no prior intention,
To pronounce you guilty.
But your persistent attempts,
To improve your understanding...
WITH a comprehension meant,
Has appalled those in your environment.
Therefore...
And with much reluctance,
I have no choice but to sentence you...
To a life of prolonged peace and happiness.
And where you choose to do this,
Is going to be your greatest challenge of all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitions As An Intention To Describe
Definitions as an intention to describe,
Can be so confining to the mind.
Case in point...
Having to 'some' a meaning.
But...
To those probing their observations,
Making little sense to make sensible...
A reason to find a rhyme.
I remember when I heard the term,
'Baseball' used.
And when I went to my first game,
I was not overwhelmed with excitement.
I couldn't get the 'bat' out of my head.
'Why isn't this game called 'Batball'...
Instead of baseball? '
I kept thinking of that.
Without the bat,
There wouldn't be any baseball played.
Unlike basket...ball.
I can understand that.
Foot...ball,
Okay...
I'm sold.
Base...ball?
And all that the bases do,
Is just lay there?
Home...plate?
That's not a home...base?
And the hitting of a 'homerun'...
That's out of the field of play?
Whoever created this game,
Is a genius.
The terms used as they are applied,
Makes absolutely no sense.
I can understand,
Why it's one of the most favorite sports.
Like golf!
When a player hits that ball,
That might endanger onlookers...
A shouting of 'fore' is heard.
Fore...what?
If one is hit...
Be-fore the word is heard,
That's it.
And even after 'fore'...
What difference does it make?
The other day...
I watched a player of 'baseball' lose his bat.
It went flying into the stadium...
To hit someone in the head.
No one warned the 'victim' at all.
No one shouted...
'Watch 'that'.
It's a flying bat.'
Hmmm...
Flying bats?
At a baseball game?
Where the selling of hot...dogs,
And pea...nuts with beer...
Is a tradition.
And someone wishes to keep the writing of poetry,
To restrictions?
By whose definition?
And when does prose not become poetry?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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