With Limping Limbs. And Drooping Leaves
Upon its first sighting,
As a possible defect.
A protection immediately instigated,
Should have gone into effect.
With a nipping of this in the bud.
At a minimal regret.
And such steps taken...
Would have warranted a growth,
All participating would have accepted.
But too many pretending,
What was taking place...
Did not affect.
And today...
What has been inspected,
Is a contamination...
Of the entire tree.
With limping limbs.
And drooping leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered To A Place That Dispenses Wings
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
And told they'd be there with us,
For the rest of our lives.
With a tolerance of them...
While others kept us suppressed.
As we continue to solicit,
A disrespecting done of our identities.
There is a need to awaken,
From this mental disease.
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
Well...
They are not,
Brandings of birth marks.
They are implications we kept...
With an expectation,
That one day if we stayed praying...
We would be delivered to a place,
That dispenses wings!
Dieing is a process!
Living the gift of life is a determination...
Some have refused to do,
Without the approval of acceptance.
From those sought to impress.
And if anyone has a need to ask,
To live a life that has been divinely given...
A praying done,
Is an unconscious routine.
Much like feeding an expectation,
That does not with 'intention' connect to the 'source'...
Through the doing of the process of living one's life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferences Listed
If someone has come,
Willing to apply an undeniable love.
One that another can identify as true.
Why should the affect felt from it,
Be determine as an inspected prerequisite...
One let sits to decide if it fits.
Why can't the origin of love be accepted?
With the intentions of it meant that were sent.
As an unconditional love that is present.
Coming as it does,
Without complications of a document...
Written in fine confusing print.
Preferences listed,
Often change to forget.
If someone has come,
Willing to apply an undeniable love.
One that another can identify as true.
Why should the affect felt from it,
Be determine as an inspected prerequisite...
One let sits to decide if it fits.
Only to be discouraged,
That what has been given to us...
Does not depict what we perceive should be perfect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing In Effect
Isn't it odd,
That those losing jobs...
And valued things once possessed.
Are those more stressed,
About keeping up their appearances.
And pretensions that are diminishing in effect.
Few are concerned about realities to embrace.
Than they are about those impressions made.
And how to keep them in place.
And for many,
This is a traumatic undertaking.
That threatens their affectations.
'What am I going to do now?
Even the 'Joneses' next door have been foreclosed.
And my entire life,
Depended on their approval.'
Isn't it odd,
That those losing jobs...
And valued things once possessed.
Are those more stressed,
About keeping up their appearances.
And pretensions that are diminishing in effect.
And the only response one can expect from them to get,
Is a wish for an economic turn around...
To repeat those steps that got them into debt.
With a protection of those pretensions,
That are diminishing in effect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An incurable kiss
Your steps
Are frightening the red leaves
Of an imaginary tree…..
Your sight
Is caressing the limbs of our tree,
That unreal dream tree
Coming out of our real mind
Which is seemingly seared by lightning……
The shivering limbs are waiting the winter ….
Your lips
Are kissing the crust of our real tree,
Named Ligustrum vulgare,
In that special zone,
Where it loses the life continuously...
You become the mirror
Of that incurable and irreversible
Kiss.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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I’m Pretending
I’m pretending nothing happened,
that we are still together.
I’m pretending you never
went away with someone new.
I’m pretending we are still a couple,
that you are still nearby.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending that our love
still shines brightly.
I’m pretending that you still care
and lying to myself each day.
I’m pretending that you just stepped out
and that you are not far away.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending it always summer
and that winter never comes.
I’m pretending life is as it was
and I’m forever with you.
I’m pretending you are with me
and not in the arms of someone new.
I’m pretending that I am smiling
and that I’m not feeling blue.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
20 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Disqualified
They came into the 'hood'.
And began taking applications
For subservience!
At the minimal wage.
I was immediately disqualified!
They said I provided too much of a threat,
By making attempts
To uncover clarity and understanding.
And those were issues
They weren't prepared to debate.
They came into the 'hood'...
Seeking those who were willing to work hard
And long hours,
To do what needed to be done!
For the sake of 'growth and prosperity'.
Not to waste time finding purpose and reason.
That was not on their agenda!
At least not in this season.
As they sought to find those...
Still drugged on and exposed to delusion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until An Urgent Need Confessed
Everyone seems to request less government,
In their lives.
Until Mother Nature comes along to remind them,
Every aspect of their lives the government is present.
And has more of an affect than their closest relative,
Can apply with such effect to go unnoticed.
Or a friend now and then who may disappoint,
Until an urgent need confessed has been expressed.
And can not be avoided.
No matter who thinks a voting with a choice,
For them will make a difference.
'Why are they taking so long...
Without my needs being immediately addressed? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Expectation Of Familiarity
Exhausted from the process of moving forward,
Has left many out of breath...
Without taking viable steps.
Weaving through those who protest new directions,
Is like getting a child to think of eating vegetables...
As best for their health.
Unless perceptions change...
Directions to communicate corrections,
Will not benefit swift actions that call for it.
Even though people say they seek change,
The implementation and the quality...
Has to have an expectation of familiarity.
Or the affect of it will not be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunting Others Too Numb
An effective mental projectedness...
Blankets to affect,
An accepted incorrectness.
People have selected,
For themselves...
To remain sheltered and not to detect.
An erosion suspected of a comprehension,
Elected.
Many wish to reject!
But its value is enforced...
With an engrossing blindedness.
Shuddering those to stutter...
And stunting others too numb.
Leaving some in opposition,
Deaf and dumb!
And the only ones left to overcome,
What is being to them done!
Completing a sustained intentional process...
To maintain a contamination,
With a controlled human devastation!
Removing an ability to think from everyone.
And such is the life...
Of anyone clinging onto truth.
Realizing today,
That holding firm in an earnest honesty...
Is a desperation a few can see and stuns!
And these are not the times to unwind from it.
This madness unimagined has just begun!
Shivering the quivers with no where to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I shall have less cause to regret the carrying my intended purpose into effect, foreseeing that you may immediately fill with advantage, the vacancy which will presently happen.
quote by Henry Laurens
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If we can not trust a freeman with his right to keep and bear arms, then how can we trust him with the right to vote. Surely the right of a freeman to vote has a much greater effect on our collective lives than does any individual's firearm. If one argues that the effect of any one freeman's vote is minimal, then why allow it in the first place To be armed is to secure one's right to representation.
quote by Thomas Mincher
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I've Witnessed Those Scenes
I examine my steps with a bit of self reflection.
But do I get upset,
When pieces of a puzzle...
Do not fit as I expect?
Yes.
I do.
But I don't let the upsetting,
Get me frustrated with regret.
Nor do I try to stop a clock,
Set to move forward.
And not wait until I've finished,
Weeping tears I've wept.
Even though I've witnessed those scenes...
Participating in them I don't like for myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.
quote by Chen Shui-bian
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When the Testing Comes
In 1952...
I took my first steps on a stage.
The Bushnell Memorial Auditorium...
As it was called in those days.
And today in 2008,
I look back and ask myself...
What steps did I make,
I least appreciate.
And today I can honestly say...
I've been blessed in every way.
And there is not one step I've taken,
I regret.
The obstacles and challenges were not easy.
Nor having to be patient,
With those who purposedly stood on my path.
Believing I had no identity.
And I was some kind of test!
I had been for them.
And today I am still for others.
And when the testing comes...
I am not the one who fails!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exchanging On The Internet
A privacy expected,
When exchanging on the internet...
Those quick enhanced glances,
Openly shared with others one just met.
Is a foolish notion,
After posting...
Something to reveal!
That should be kept secret.
And away from those this may appeal.
Anyone upset,
To have their information...
Exposed and inspected,
By an unwanted nosiness...
Is someone wishing to probe quietly,
Other lives in the hope...
That their own steps followed,
Will be respected and not ones to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance of Limitation
An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.
It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.
Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.
This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.
A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gonna Get Close To You
I like to look at shadows sweating on the wall
I get excited when I hear footsteps in the hall
Outside your balcony I have a room with a view
And Im watching you
I dial your telephone each and every afternoon
I wait by your door till youre asleep at night
And when youre alone I know when you
Turn out the light
Im gonna get close to you
Oh-oh so close to you
Im gonna get close to you
Im gonna get close
You fumble for your keys
Im six or seven steps behind you
Im so close to you
Are you terrified of me? what do I know about you
How did I find out?
You think Im a fool or maybe some kind of lunatic
Say Im wasting my time but I know what to do with it
Its as plain as black and white
Im gonna get close to you
Oh-oh so close to you
Im gonna get close to you
Oh so close
If you knew my infinite charm
Thered be no reason to be so alarmed
Maybe Im wrong maybe Im right
Maybe Im some kind of lunatic
You say Im wasting all of my time
But I know what to do with it
It is plain as black and white
Im gonna get close to you
Oh-oh so close to you
Im gonna get close to you
Im like a hungry criminal
And your protection is minimal
So minimal
song performed by by Queensryche
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But Mostly In The Wrong Direction
day 1
took 1,473 steps today(or rather night) under the dark, weighted
sky, nearly stumbled but the cracks in the sidewalk
can't bring me down
day 34
love left me today(or rather morning)
7,893 steps say run, run, get away
and never come back
day 127
hope returned today(or rather afternoon)
and so did i
with 7,894 steps just to make up for leaving
day 542
walked today (was it morning or afternoon?)
do you know how the cold makes the sunset freeze in gold?
didn't count steps today
much better things to do
poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
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My Oak Tree
My taste for love is what I long,
The secret so full and free
My heart of love beats every day
Because of this Oak Tree
The beauty of its leaves, we seldom admire
Oh Creator Lord to thee
How foolish our paths would have been
If it wasn’t for this Oak Tree
How quickly this seed germinated
Our eyes could hardly see
I treasured every moment
Beneath this Oak Tree
As little children we play and hide
How sweet are those memories to me?
The games we played, the jokes we shared
Beneath this Oak Tree
I would never forget this Oak Tree dear
For she is very dear to me
It matters not how grey I get
For my Mother is that Oak Tree
I watched this tree as the leaves got dry
The limbs begin to break
I fell to my knees, and begged the Lord
“Please don’t you this Oak Tree take”
Lord, if this tree should bend its head
I dread that day to see
May time give way to that glorious day
When we meet in eternity.
poem by Troy Brown
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Willow
I want to be the peaceful willow.
Still.
I can't see it today.
There is no peace today.
Where is my soul in the tree?
It has been taken from me.
What took my purity?
What caused this pain?
I can't see my way free today,
Can't find the tunnel to the end.
I am beyond your help now,
Beyond your love.
Where is my willow tree?
Peaceful, Still.
Where is my place under its leaves?
Where is my friend, where is he?
I am beyond your reach now,
Beyond your love.
How could you find me so far beneath the ground?
I've been buried alive.
Come peaceful willow,
Show me your roots.
I will follow them to the sky.
poem by Bridie Latona
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