With Age Comes A Bravery
The mind.
The body.
And every muscle,
Connected...
To patience long neglected,
By a show of disrespect.
Becomes strengthened with discipline,
That shows and goes into effect.
Stretching beyond pain felt that aches,
Will eventually elevate a foot to lift...
With a determination to hit a mark,
Directly embraced,
By an awaiting targeted placed...
One desires to hit with an unsuspecting,
Swiftness of it.
'Owwww...
Why did you do that? '
With age comes a bravery,
I guess!
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
'That doesn't make sense! '
Oh?
You don't know how much it does!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I hope the next one won't be 'it
Some people say when you are in love
You feel butterflies in your stomach
Although I am in love
My stomach aches
Every day
Every night
Each day of the week
Each day of the month
Each day of the year
It aches
7 years has passed
In the end of year 7
I found out
‘it' fell in love with another
Dreamt of ‘it' for 7 years
‘it' is so far away
Even in my dreams
‘it' isn't even a person
That's how I have felt
So far away
‘It' doesn't even resembles a person
Ah, so foolish
One sided love
‘it', I have touched
But I haven't felt
Pain is what I have felt
For 7 years
Every day
Every night
Each day of the week
Each day of the month
Each day of the year
‘it' is pain for me
Pain doesn't love me
Pain hates me
Pain hurts me
But I will cherish pain
I will support pain
I won't tell ‘it' whom ‘it' mustn't love
Because I want ‘it' to be happy
Eventually my pain will be over
But eventually
I will come across another
I hope she won't become ‘it'
I hope when I see her
When I touch her
I won't feel pain
But her
poem by No Lover Of 'it'
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Every Muscle Has a Purpose
Long before you decided,
To gather the nerve to taste...
I had been in preparation.
Long before you knew this brew I cooked,
Existed!
The seeds of my ingredients were being nurtured,
To implant in minds...
Needing a boost with a quick lift.
And as you observe this,
For structure to compare...
My skills and talents.
To categorize,
And place them somewhere.
To eventually declare what I prepare,
To be free of content!
Let me say this,
If you didn't get it...
If the aroma doesn't capture your interest...
You will never comprehend the intent.
Every muscle has a purpose!
Every jesture is connected to meaning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It's Love!
It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
That-love-be-true!
It's important that unshown love,
Is a thing one wants to do...
Just to prove what is said,
Is absolutely true.
A hug,
And maybe a kiss.
A touch,
That has been missed.
A show of thoughtfulness...
Can go a very long distance.
A call,
Every once in a while...
Will go further than a mile.
If love is there to be shared...
Show someone they are cared for!
And doubts will come no more.
It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
That-love-be-true!
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love.
Yes!
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love.
Yes!
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
It shoos a boo-hooin'...
Known.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
A hug,
And maybe a kiss.
A touch,
That has been missed.
A show of thoughtfulness...
Can go a very long distance.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown.
It's important it's directly shown,
If it's love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncompromised
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
What becomes one's 'thing'...
To make it come to life.
Does not happen just with thought.
Or reveals itself overnight.
To conquer over fear,
One must come to face it.
Insecurities are chased...
Until they are embraced.
Criticizing the unknown.
Or make attempts to diminish,
What someone finishes that eventually is shown...
Proves that sacrifice and discipline,
With steadfast devotion has grown!
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
Only those in the know,
Show themselves to be uncompromised.
And in time considered to be wise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Sell Their Souls
Impulsive and full of himself.
That is the image of the legacy he leaves.
Incompetent?
That is not the right word.
Connected!
That's it.
Once you know someone who knows someone else...
That doesn't take intelligence, common sense,
Or even a thought process to distinguish between the two.
People sell their souls to acquire a certain status.
And to have that shared with just a few...
Eventually makes a fool respectable.
And no one in their right mind would allow an idiot,
To achieve anything of dominance.
But then again...
This assessment by now should be obvious.
And a painful admission experienced by many,
Who have allowed themselves to believe
Anything he represents has depth.
Or a consiousness connected.
Although connected he is to those of like minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Actions Never Made Sense
'What is the matter?
You look as if you've been told a joke? '
No.
But you can look at it that way.
I just spoke to a fool.
'Oh? '
Yeah.
Accused me of being aloof and distant.
As if I thought I was better than the others.
As if I did not want to be bothered with them.
'You're not talking about those same people?
Why don't you just ignore them? '
I try but I can't.
It was great when they ignored me,
And walked around with their noses in the air.
In fact,
I welcomed it
They believed me to be beneath them.
'What changed? '
I guess they discovered I didn't care.
And I was totally happy with peace of mind.
'Is that why you're smiling? '
For the most part.
I was just chastised,
For not accepting an invitation.
'Chastised?
That doesn't make a bit of sense.'
That's why I'm smiling.
I was just told,
I offended those in the clique.
You know...
The ones in the 'inner circle'?
The movers and shakers?
The same folks who announced I was a joke?
'But why are they bothering you? '
That's why I'm smiling.
It took this this long to realize they are crazed.
And 'now' that it has been validated...
They believe I am worthy to be embraced.
'That doesn't make a bit of sense! '
Would you stop saying that!
That's why I am smiling.
Their actions never made sense,
From the beginning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God's Character
God has got many paradoxical characteristics
For example
He is the Giver of Life
And the Giver of Death
He is the Giver of Honor and Prestige
And the Giver of Insult and Humiliation
He is the Most Merciful
And the Most Cruel
God felt the pain and sorrow
When He understood it’s impossible
To have His spouse of imagination in reality
It hurts God’s feelings
If anyone says there is more than one God
Because He has no spouse, parents and children
And it’s not at all good news for God
Although He has got many consolations.
God is not all good
God hides even His own sins to some extent
But there’s no one to bring God to justice
That’s why we should be scared of God
Although God's body is able to eat and drink
He doesn’t eat and drink
If the whole universe is turned into His food
It won't satisfy His hunger
God’s body doesn’t sleep and drowse
Although He is able to that
Because He's got so many things to do
Although God's body is able to enjoy sex
But He doesn't do that
Because He is the only one of His species
God’s body always speaks the truth
God’s body doesn’t laugh loudly, He smiles
God's body blesses when He feels happy
God’s body curses when He becomes angry
God’s body doesn’t injure or kill anyone directly
God’s body usually uses His throne
To go to distant places
God’s body doesn’t expand His visible glow
Most of the times
God is unable to change His own character
And thereby change His own fate
God has got all the materials
To create His own spouse
But He lacks the necessary know-how
So you see
God hasn’t got sufficient wisdom
That’s why so many fools exist
God became a little bit crazy
When He understood
He is unable to create His own spouse!
That’s why so many crazy people exist.
Directly and indirectly God sees everything
But at a certain point of time
God sees only a few things directly
Directly and indirectly God hears everything
But at a certain point of time
God hears only a few things directly
Directly and indirectly God concentrates on everything
But at a certain point of time
God concentrates only on a few things directly
Usually God remains in a good mood
In the morning and evening
And On Friday
And in the month of Ramadan
And usually God remains in His best mood
On the Prestigious Night.
To the unbeliever’s God will turn out to be the Worst
To the believer’s God will turn out to be the Best.
N. B.: The Prestigious Night is the Night when the holy Koran’s verses were revealed for the first time. It happened in Hera Cave of Mecca. It is a night in the holy month of Ramadan.
poem by Asif Andalib
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As False As Your Implied Perceptions
If you cause me to disrespect you.
Then of course,
You will be disrespected.
But to suggest to others I am disrespecting,
For reasons not connected
To someone's show of disrespect,
Is as false as your implied perceptions.
From you I am sure they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming To Stick The Wicked With It
Each dismissal made,
Done in disrespect.
No matter how large or small,
Will someday be regretted.
There is a consciousness practiced,
Whether comprehended or not.
That is valued as part,
Of this Oneness that we are.
There are those who believe,
Others with feelings are less than theirs.
And what they say and do...
Just a few are aware.
But so untrue is this.
So false are these thoughts they have.
Pain felt inflicted is taken personal.
And those emotions dispensed...
Are connected to The Almighty.
And Supreme is this Creator.
Who controls and rules.
Determining 'all' final judgements.
With an impatience awaiting mindless fools.
Descending from the eternal foreverness.
And coming to stick the wicked with it!
The wicked ones addicted to their antics.
From all sides.
And on all shores...
Will this 'Presence' make 'Its' presence known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Final theme
Everything has its color, texture, and shape.
Even if you have tried to have the best look,
Even if you have tried to have the best figure,
Even if you have tried your very best,
You still end up having a failure at making it.
Just cause you failed at making it elegant and beautiful
doesn't mean that you have what it takes to make it you.
It doesn't need to be as elegant or great as others,
It doesn't nedd all of that,
What it needs is the greatness of others smile.
Giving a smile upon ones face will give a big impact.
It will show you that you are more than what you thought you were to become.
It shows that you have the potential to do anything at your own will.
It shows that you that you can just be you.
It doesn't need to be anyone elses theme
It just needs to be what's in you.
What you have in yourself to become the best of the best in you.
You don't need to be like anyone else but you.
To give a smile upon ones face; can bring millions.
You just need the courage to make it so.
Having those friends in need,
Having those who care,
And having those who really like what you have put into your own creation.
You just have to believe in them and in yourself.
poem by Jessica Lee
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Turn Away
I guess you what its all about
All the answers seem so clear to you
You know just exactly what do you want to do
And never allow a feeling of doubt
I guess you see where your road can lead
And all the pain that you have in a store
For now you have chosen to look every door
And find on your own what you think you need
(*) turn away, find a way your own
Ill be there waiting here to say
Turn away, find a way your own
Ill still be calling your name
And if tried to show you how
Tomorrow is never like yesterday
Would you change your mind and see things my way
Or are you afraid that Ill bring you down?
Repeat (*) four times
song performed by by Carpenters
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Long Since
Long since
these hands
have bent
North or South.
They lie
by my side
in repose
awaiting a
single kiss
to lighten them
for holding.
Long Since
this heart stirred
to life
enlivened by
a Coming You.
These legs
can carry
my weight
strengthened
by my patience
which
is Long Since
bent
toward
Rainbows
which never end.
I am now
in my
Nothing House
waiting
for my life to begin
and my faith is
that it soon
shall,
and this
time
will
have
Long
Since
Gone.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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If Tomorrow Doesn’t Come, Please Remember
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget all the fights
But please remember my face.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the name calling
But please remember the smiles.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the down times
But please remember our laughter together.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the lonely nights crying
But please remember the many hugs after those nights.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please forget the yelling
But please remember the good talks after.
If tomorrow doesn’t come
Please remember how much I care about you
Even though I don’t show it.
Please remember how much of an impact you have on my life.
Even though I don’t help you to acknowledge it.
Please remember how much I love you
Even though we fight more than we talk to each other.
Please remember that you are apart of what I am today
Even though I don’t ever say anything.
Please remember that I always care about you
Even though I am always in your business or your life too much than usual.
Please remember to smile if tomorrow doesn’t come
Please remember that I tried to make something out of your life and mine too.
Please remember my laughter
Please remember that I think of you everyday
Even though I don’t make contact with you.
So if tomorrow never comes
Please remember the good times more than the bad
Please remember to make the best of life and never be too sad.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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The Overnight Aging That Arrives
Ugly doesn't seem to care,
How early in the morning it is found on one's face.
And the entire body,
Feels as if it is being renovated.
With a work in progress taking place.
This aging process is done with more than just grace!
First a reaquaintance slowly begins.
To introduce a youthful mind,
To the 'vessel' that mind refuses to be trapped in.
Then an acceptible reality is encouraged,
With a tolerance one has to respect.
If this is not done with a kindness that reflects...
Folks who happen to see you publicly,
Will say what is believed one expects...
'You look SO good!
For 'your' age.
Not at all like you're ready for the grave.'
~Uh...
Thank you!
For the compliment?
I know what you meant.
I guess.~
And one feels inside someone has lied!
Especially when one knows how long it takes,
Of late...
To get ugly from taking a much longer ride.
With a regimen of ointments and pain killers,
To mask those aches one does not pride!
In the mornings when it is no longer safe,
For even one to find a place to hide...
From the 'overnight' aging that arrives!
And the time it takes for those aches to subside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decide
Doesn't it make you nervous, at least you could have tried
And if it doesn't disturb us, couldn't we just sit by
And make a pact to ignore it, all of our secret needs
Becoming connected further, giving a life to feed on
[chorus]
You let them decide, the course of my life
And you just stood by, you threw me aside
Isn't it overwhelming, living a lie inside
Causing so many problems, hoping to just get by
When will it all be over, what would I have you say
But you won't have to trouble yourself for me that way
[chorus]
Didn't mean to complicate tomorrow
Didn't mean to make you feel that way
Didn't come to irritate your morals
But then you push me far away
Why did you push me far away
I just can't see why you neglected to try
To move on with our lives, when we shared the goodbye
You let them decide, the course of my life
We shared the goodbye, and you threw me aside
You'll never make that choice again, no not again
Will you affect my life again [repeat]
song performed by by Flaw
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Who Should Receive More 'Patience' Than They Get?
Solicited advice given that later offends,
Grown men and women
Makes it a bit easier to express compassion,
For their children who lack discipline.
But are into fads and questionable fashions.
When it becomes understood,
From whom they have received their lessons taught...
With a displaying to quickly disrespect.
Children raised by those limited...
Are not regarded as investments to protect.
Who clearly is the victim?
Should not be a question anyone should guess.
It is obvious who's mind has been compromised.
And who should receive more patience than they get.
'Well...
Who should receive more 'patience' than they get? '
Teachers.
Police.
And those who preach about responsibilities.
And of course...
Those who are appointed to be psychiatrists,
By the judges making decisions,
After hearing these mental cases heard...
With no ending to them in courts.
~We will take a thirty minute recess.
That should be enough time to allow me,
To spend a few moments with my own psychoanalyst.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Emoticons in my Life
Already In childlhood I had emoticons
of cry when I hungered and I longed for my mom
A lost toy is sorrow, the sting of ant is pain
A friend who went away left icons of despair
And then childhood I left onto adolescence
Everything around me began to have a sense
Emotions have causes so do emoticons
I myself cannot make my icons on my own
In my bachelorhood came the icon of frown
The incertitudes of love I could not understand
Came to me the icons of sorrow and despair
When in the field of love woefully I did fail
In the end I regained icons of hope and joy
when the heart of the woman that I love I won
Emoticons of anger in my manhood did come
Emotion I supressed, did not show everyone
Emotional outbursts I hid and overcome
Harmony and accord was foremost in my mind
I am now in old age, my smileys are few
The icon of laughter I now do never show
Emoticons are not for an old man to make
But dictated by God, icons I must accept
That always come with pain, ailments and body aches
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Somehow My Agenda Remains Prioritized
When someone says to me,
I do not have to express...
Or show my concern.
I deliver quick!
Exactly to them what is wished.
And if I should witness approaching trouble,
Heading towards them on the double...
I am dutiful to what I am told,
With eyes I immediately close.
To dismiss any trouble coming to confront,
Is a blessing I have kept unknown.
Confirming in mind,
What is happening does not exist.
Is not a problem at all for me.
I've been trained to know how to distance.
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
With little effort or stress!
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
'Help me. Help me.
Owwww, please! '
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who’s Carrying The Books
Courage doesn’t always roar,
but can come from the quiet voice
of a timid man.
Bravery doesn’t always belong
to the muscle bound.
It can sometimes come from
the meekest person around.
Before you judge character by looks,
maybe you should look at
who’s carrying the books.
11 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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It Takes a Test of Patience
It takes more than just eyes,
One must keep on a prize.
It takes a test of patience,
With a taste for discipline.
And a backbone stretched...
Until a suffering pain that begins,
Ends as a focus to provoke discouragement.
It takes a determination,
With self motivation one does not hide.
It takes a pride in what one does.
And energized by an identity,
One knows resides inside...
Undenied!
It takes more than just eyes,
One must keep on a prize.
It takes a test of patience,
With a taste for discipline.
And a backbone stretched...
Until a suffering pain that begins,
Ends as a focus to provoke discouragement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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