With a Goodwill Felt
One day...
When we are all swimming,
In deeper pools of thought.
Indifferences will diminish.
And moody attitudes will be naught.
We will be a bit freer,
To express without judgement.
Speak we will in terms of enlightenment.
With a goodwill felt.
Encouraged!
And meant.
One day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Away From My Moody Attitudes
The strumming of strings,
Heard on...
Your guitar,
Expands my mind with your melodies...
No matter if I'm moody.
Or...
Hard to please.
The strumming of strings,
Heard on...
Your guitar,
Expands my mind with your melodies...
No matter if I'm moody.
Or...
Hard to please.
To witness the dew with mist lifting,
In the early morning dawn...
Comes to deliver a fresh acceptance,
With...
A feeling I can't miss,
To let drift away or go on with a need in me...
Internally I ssek to feed as if feasting.
The strumming of strings heard on your guitar,
Delivers a fresh acceptance with...
A feeling I just can't let,
Escape away.
I am not promised a repeating of these unique days.
The strumming of strings heard on your guitar,
Delivers a fresh acceptance with...
A feeling I just can't let,
Escape away.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do...
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do...
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do.
To give me what's overdue.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do.
To give me what's overdue.
Away from my moody attitudes.
And...
Only you can move me,
To give me what's overdue.
Away from my moody attitudes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dissatisfactions
If one thought of goodwill came to sit,
It should be welcomed and not resisted!
Overtaxed minds with high crime images
Aren't gifts to treasure
Or accept under any circumstances.
Somehow we have interpreted freedom
To mean indulging in recreational stupidity.
This has been successfully implemented!
Isn't it time to address the loss of love?
And the weaknesses associated with its absence?
It is a struggle to find peace of mind!
Those that have it know how great its power!
And if one thought of goodwill came to sit...
Something 'inside' encouraged it to come!
To chase it away,
Leaves one a victim to continued mental delusion.
Attracting dissatisfactions that trap,
In the best of contempt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Particular Time
My foundation was rocked my tried and true way to deal was to vanish
My departures were old I stood in the room shaking in my boots
At that particular time love had challenged me to stay
At that particular moment I knew not run away again
That particular month I was ready to investigate with you
At that particular time
We thought a break would be good for four months we sat and vacillated
We thought a small time apart would clear up the doubts that were abounding
At that particular time love encouraged me to wait
At that particular moment it helped me to be patient
That particular month we needed time to marinate in what us meant
Ive always wanted for you what youve wanted for yourself
And yet I wanted to save us high water or hell
And I kept on ignoring the ambivalence you felt
And in the meantime I lost myself
In the meantime I lost myself
Im sorry I lost myself.i am
You knew you needed more time time spent alone with no distraction
You felt you needed to fly solo and high to define what you wanted
At that particular love encouraged me to leave
At that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me
That particular month was harder than youd believe but I still left
At that particular time
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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The Goal Of Poetry
it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
too, within
themselves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ann
You took my arm and you broke my will
You made me shiver wiht a real thrill
You took my arm and we walked along
Down the road to a quiet song
I looked into your cool cool eyes
I felt so fine, I felt so fine
I floated in your swimming pools
I felt so weak, I felt so blue
Ann, my ann I love you ann
My ann I love you right now!
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Happier Will Be This Voyage
Why is it,
When someone embraces another...
And accepts their blemishes, flaws
Funky moody attitudes...
And total disrespect sometimes,
They begin to think...
You are the one that is crazed?
And tell others that you are.
And then begin campaigns,
They do...
To tell others anything but the truth.
With a giving of opinions to those unfamiliar,
As to how it is you have become upset with them...
When you have expressed,
With clarity...
Where and when they can get off your last nerve.
Because you have had it!
With No 'ifs' nor 'ands' or stuttered 'buts'.
That's it.
You have given up!
And that goodwill train,
They've become accustomed to riding...
Is finally coming for them to an end.
'You shouldn't be impatient like that! '
~Impatient?
IMPATIENT?
I've known those folks for well over 35yrs.
I am saving 'my' sanity.
That's what this is all about!
And...
If they have already done this to me?
That's great.
Then happier will be this voyage.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whenever It Decides the Moment to Arrive
It may appear,
That another's suffering and pain...
Is theirs alone to endure.
It may appear like that,
To those viewing it...
From distances believed,
Protected and safe as they sit!
And it may take years,
For what on the 'outside' to come,
And appear before those with indifferences.
But it comes unexpectedly.
Without warning.
Announcements.
Or an acceptance proclaimed with cheers.
Leaving those with indifferences regretting.
But inflicted with a grief,
That offers to them no relief.
Or a quick sedation to assist the speed of forgetting.
When a pain comes to maintain a sustained visit...
It comes,
Whenever it decides the moment to arrive!
Especially to those,
Who are without empathy.
Whether felt or not!
Or chosen to keep hidden inside!
That,
Someday...
Will be addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Journey isn't A Group Effort
Remember,
I should not be the feeder
That initiates your creativity.
I express from the depths of my heart.
I choose not to be the catalyst,
Of your 'originality'.
If you have aspirations,
To be innovative with 'that' to express
You must travel much deeper inside your self,
To reveal something as of yet explored.
And to do it means not to extend,
Upon that which has been developed
By one's own tears, blood and sweat.
If you have aspirations,
To be innovative with 'that' to express
You must travel much deeper inside your 'self',
To reveal something as of yet explored.
With an achieving of your own happiness to get!
Superficiality does not achieve what one expects.
You must travel much deeper inside your 'self'.
And that journey is not a group effort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After I became a citizen, I felt freer to say what I thought about this country, both negative and positive. I think I had been, consciously and subconsciously, biting my tongue in the past.
quote by Robert MacNeil
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Fade
I try to breathe
Memories overtaking me
I try to face them but
The thought is too much to conceive
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
that my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just to busy with yourself
You were never there for me
To express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
So where were you?
When all this I was going through
You never took the time
To ask me just what you could do
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
that my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just to busy with yourself
You were never there for me
To express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
I never meant to fade...
Away
I NEVER MEANT TO FADE
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just to busy with yourself
You were never there for me
To express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
I try to breathe...
song performed by by Staind from Break The Cycle
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A Certainty
Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools
of dark professors.
'What rubbish! ' you say, but I've seen it myself:
Blond bicycles writhe in the swimming pools
of dark professors.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Romantic
From a distance you insisted,
I uncover my heart...
To express feelings felt.
You wanted to release it,
From its freeze.
One I chose to hide...
But,
My heart...
You wanted it to melt.
And for you it did.
You are so romantic.
Free you are of tricks,
And antics.
So natural does this feel to me.
As if it's meant for us to be...
Romantic.
Closed no more for wishes to kiss.
Welcome now I do,
To be held like this.
And wanting nothing more...
But to share more of it.
A collection of bruises I stored and kept.
And wept and treasured my emptiness...
I guess.
But did not know this was wrong.
Until you came along.
From a distance you insisted,
I uncover my heart...
To express feelings felt.
And for you it did.
And...
For you,
It did!
My tears I cry...
Are happy you can dry them.
You are so romantic.
Free you are of tricks,
And antics.
So natural does this feel to me.
As if it's meant for us to be...
Romantic.
As if it's meant for us to be...
Enchanted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dark The Moods
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
The ones that 'use' to visit and annoy,
When I felt quite defeated.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I could not rid or alone leave.
On me they fed as if a feast to feed.
I had to freeze all emotions,
Shown and worn on my sleeve.
They were too easily revealed.
Too easily perceived.
I had to pick myself up,
Off my knees.
There was a comfort in it,
With a welcome of a hopelessness that pleased.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I could not rid or alone leave.
On me they fed as if a feast to feed.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
The ones that 'use' to visit and annoy,
When I felt quite defeated.
I had to freeze all emotions worn on my sleeve.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I had to pick myself up off my knees.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
They 'use' to visit me when I...
They 'use' to visit me when I...
They 'use' to visit me when I felt,
Quite DEFEATED!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indifferences
Indifferences,
We had...
Have to come to an end.
No more!
Not now...
When changes begun,
Must be given a chance...
To begin for everyone!
Not only just for you.
But for me too!
To allow what was done in the past to go!
To accept those beginnings of all things new.
It appears these changes have started to disrupt.
With a crumbling of foundations...
That frustrate and corrupt.
But...
We must and we will give those feelings up!
We are desperate need to feed and cling...
On those things,
That drove us into ruts!
Causing too many of us,
To lose our faith and hope.
And in The Almighty we claim we trust!
Indifferences,
We had...
Have to come to an end.
No more!
Not now...
When changes begun,
Must be given a chance...
To begin for everyone!
Even if they traumaticize our lives.
Those indifferences we kept to protect...
Are no longer on the agenda,
For what comes next!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Sad
When you said forever, you meant a few months. When I said forever, I meant every day until I died. When you said always, you meant until you couldn't handle it anymore. When I said always, I meant until time ended. When you said you loved me, you meant I was no different from any other girl. When I said I loved you, I meant I had never felt what I felt for you. A: /
poem by Jayesh Patel
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We did not speak in terms of strategy, in terms of overall economies, in terms of production and territorial conquest. We spoke of the impact of the bomb on the homes and the hopes of men and women.
quote by Philip Morrison
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Heartaches Mean Nothing
Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
Can be mean...
And,
Demean.
Making up from breakups,
Show those who love most...
What is meant to be lonely.
And wanting only to forgive.
You mean to me something!
More at times than I admit.
Why can't we get over our indifferences?
To say it is the love that's missed.
And from each other this is known,
To exist!
To keep away those breakups,
And heartaches to resist!
Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
Can be mean...
And,
Demean.
You mean to me something!
More at times than I admit.
But why can't we get over that...
To protect our love from it.
Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
Can be mean...
And,
Demean.
But...
So in need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bronze Medal
It felt cold inside
So we threw the radio onto the fire
It felt good to watch it
Burn away to nothing
You said you felt week
I hope it's got
Nothing to do with the things you told me
CHORUS:
Nothing but your eyes
Looking down on the third place
You've got nothing but determination
To come in third
You were always going to be like this
When it's somewhere that's as cold as this
You were always meant to be like this in the cold
It felt warm inside
So we threw the television on the fire
It was in frustration
'Coz I had nothing to throw away
CHORUS:
You know that you're always meant to be like this
You know that I'm always meant to be like this
You know that you're always meant to be like this
You know that you're always meant to be
song performed by by Idlewild
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River Roads
Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere.
Let 'em hawk their caw and caw.
Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump.
He has been swimming in red and blue pools somewhere hundreds of years
And the blue has gone to his wings and the red has gone to his head.
Let his red head drum and drum.
Let the dark pools hold the birds in a looking-glass.
And if the pool wishes, let it shiver to the blur of many wings, old swimmers from old places.
Let the redwing streak a line of vermillion on the green wood lines.
And the mist along the river fix its purple in lines of a woman's shawl on lazy shoulders.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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