With Smiling Closed Lips
God has allowed my life.
With an accepted work ethic.
To do what needs to be done.
And applying effort to it!
My mother taught me this,
As I watched her struggle...
With smiling closed lips.
From plucking feathers off chickens.
To working on her feet,
While completing her duties...
As a hired machinist.
To ensure my sisters and I...
Were sheltered.
Ate!
Clothed and kept clean!
God has allowed my life...
To expose it in composition.
And to do that in a way,
To use praise as the condition.
With smiling closed lips...
Uplifting so much pride,
I have inside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Butterfly Caught
3d :
We lust for honeysuckle? ? ?
Strangers (strange things)
Lifes trawl pages?
Pick thin thing? ? ? ?
Tempted by the naked eye
Morning sunrise
I want air
Need it like a supplicant
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
We lust called honeysuckle? ? ?
Lets get freckles? ? ?
I cant take
Tranquilize
On my lips (on my lips)
Under your feet
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Smiling Moon
I wandered lonely as the cloud
That floats in the sky, as usual
There found something amazing
Is that the smiling moon
To my wonder, it is the smiling moon
Smiling with two brightest stars
In the dark sky like an angel
Showering the hope through smile
Along with Venus and Jupiter
Slowly smiles my lips with joy.
With dreams of the smile
Walked in the evening, the next day
To see the smiling fairy and found
The heavens from above smiling upon us.
Smile, smile, smile like a smiling moon to
Shower joy to the self and to the world.
poem by Archana Prabahar
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Strong Willed and Opinionated
Some suspect I am into myself!
I play along with it.
To amuse their curiousities.
Knowing they have no idea...
The influences that structured me.
We expressed ourselves freely,
As children growing up.
My parents were quite intelligent and gifted.
And they would give us 'signals' when to speak...
And when to shut up!
Strong willed and opinionated,
My sisters and I were taught to be that way!
And if we had something on our minds...
Inside of us it did not stay!
Wherever the spirits of my parents are,
They have to be proud...
Of the lives we have displayed!
But I often wished,
What it would be like.
If my mother did sew up my lips...
To keep my mouth shut closed and tight!
Since she said some things,
Not to tease us.
But to strike a fear within us that would fright!
'What did-you-say?
You better not say another thing to me, boy! '
Ma...
Please,
Don't tell daddy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Keep Smiling
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
Keep smiling, keep smiling, keep smiling, keep right on smiling
I know sometimes your whole world seems blue
Seems like the whole weight of the world is resting on you
But remember when you hang your head, its hard to see the sun
Theres a brighter day, yes it is, just ask and I sure will come
But youve got to keep (keep smiling) well, ooh, yeah
(keep smiling) keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
(keep smiling) ooh, ha (dont you ever stop smiling)
Oh, dont you ever stop, no, no, no, oh, when youve got to keep on stepping on
You know that youve got to be strong and understand the facts of life
You wont get no place until you make some sacrifice
Try to make it a little easy when youre doing it on your own
Once you think youve got everything, the next day its all gone
But you got to keep (keep smiling), well, well, well, well (keep smiling)
Oh I know its hard, I know its hard, but youve to keep (keep smiling), oh---
(dont you ever stop smiling) yeah, yeah---, oh-----, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh---
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, (keep smiling) keep a grin on your face yaul
Keep on stepping now, (keep smiling) oh, keep your head up to the sky
(keep smiling) oh-got to notice on the tip of your eyes, (keep smiling)
Youve got to keep on, keep on, keep on, (keep smiling)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (keep smiling), ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha---
(keep smiling) oh--keep on (dont you ever stop smiling) smile, smile---
(keep smiling)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smiling Face
[V1]
Sitting on the bus
Looking through the window
And I close my eyes
I see the shade of your smiling face
Your smiling face
When you walk in through the door
Smiling face
Like I've never seen before
[V2]
Standing in the rain
Nearly washed the day away
Then I think of you
I know the sight of your smiling face
Your smiling face
And it's always here with me
Smiling face
Well I wonder could it be
[CHORUS]
I still know
That I'm never gonna find you
But I do believe
That you're standing right behind
Will I ever get
The answer to my question
Life will go on
song performed by by M2M from Shades Of Purple
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So Glad Am I To Have Discovered Listening
If I was not able to listen,
I would not grow...
To comprehend to say I know,
Anything.
So glad am I to have discovered listening,
As something meaningful I do to improve...
My ability to communicate an appetite for it.
With an eagerness to appreciate life as is.
Learning when to be silent with lips closed,
Takes effort and determination inspired by desire.
Knowing there is always something new to welcome,
And experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Increasingly Becoming Outdated
Anyone today,
With their eyes closed to the 'doings'.
And refusing to see things as they are...
Has allowed themselves to be mentally raped.
With complaints that the repetitiveness of the deed done,
Had not been satisfying enough to report the activity.
But wishing the consistency of the effort,
Is performed with much more dignity...
To allow them to maintain their pretentions,
Increasingly becoming outdated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is a schizophrenic nature in modern politics. A leader is expected to have a religious faith but he is not supposed to let it influence him in his duties. Somehow, the truths that determine everything else about his existence are not allowed to influence how he conducts himself in public life. Not only that, his principles are usually considered so personal that the public is not even allowed to know for certain what they are. This passes for noble statecraft in our time. It was once thought cowardice.
quote by Stephen Mansfield
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Sweat is sweet
Sweat is
A metabolic outcome
Of an exercise
In a bio system
Human sweat is salty
But it is really sweet
As once you sweat
You are going to gain
It indicates the effort
That goes on inside
More the sweat
Greater the effort
Sweat is not always
The water droplets
Seen on the surface of a body
It may be within
And it could be a emotional outburst
But ensure such emotions are
Positive, proactive and creative
Whatever it is
Sweat is synonymous with effort
Greater the effort
More the sweat
And sweeter the gain
Often we think of
Doing away with sweating
And you natrually are
Doing away with the effort
The gain of such an effort
Cannot be that sweet
We take pride in not having sweated
In achieving a gain
But such a gain is not
Really a gain
Sweat, but, enthusiastically
With love and affection
Towards the effort
With the understanding that
Sweating is no suffering
Let it be a voluntary struggle
With clear goal and destination
In mind
You will understand that
Sweat is sweet
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Agoraphobia
Two people touching lips
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing in else in the world but one another
The 42nd floor
On a distant shore
I wonder how we strayed so far from this
Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone you sir
May have forgotten how good your world could be
So, put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lovers lips
And know that fate is what you make of it
Please end this
Before it ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I read the news today
And everything they say
Just makes me want to stay inside
And a better part of me knows
That waiting in the throws
Is on the par with reading with my eyes closed
"What Can I do?", You say
It's just another day
In the life of Apes with ego trips
Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And learn that fate is what we make of it
Please end this
Before it ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I'm gonna stay inside
I'm gonna stay inside for good
I'm gonna stay inside
For Good
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
Don't want to stay inside for good
song performed by by Incubus
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Behind Closed Doors
Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors
song performed by by New Order
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Ring Worm Seeds
Tighten up and closed bottle
Living inside protected
Seems to be in safety
Label within guaranty
Before the given time passed
Agents of ring worm seeds
Struggle inside though it is
Closed and protected
Guaranty can be and may be
But inside from bottom
Living beings pressure to open
To do or not
To live or not
Inside being rotten
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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My First Kiss With You
my first kiss with you
was first class
like a mabuhay seat of the Philippine Airlines
when you left
my lips did not stay closed and vacant
there were more kisses in my life
lips upon lips like
sheets and sheets of paper on top of the other
but my first kiss with you
was ever the first unequalled
and when they kiss me when i am alone and lonely
it is your kiss that sticks in my mind
first class, the rest are nothing but
second rates, second hand, and less remembered.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sensual
Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids
And tingle-dance
down my spine
In tactile touch
So damned divine
Fingertips
That brush my lips
Caress also
My mind
Like feathers touch
Breath held…too much!
So fiercely soft…like fingertips
dipped gently in white wine
poem by David Whalen
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The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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You've Allowed This To Happen
We teach.
They learn.
And they pass on these lessons taught.
We cry.
We sigh.
And our behavior we deny.
Hiding from that,
We attract to seek...
Until it is caught.
And nothing we do is comprehended.
Or pretend what it is begins to offend.
Nothing we do,
Seems to us enough to defend.
We point our fingers.
And over again accuse them.
The 'others'
For our negligence,
And lack of discipline.
Until everyone is blinded,
To a hindsight that runs into a brick wall.
With graffiti written tall that appalls...
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
And yet this message,
Is ignored by all.
We teach.
They learn.
And they pass on these lessons taught.
We cry.
We sigh.
And our behavior we deny.
Hiding from that,
We sought and attracted.
Reacting as if,
We did not crave the satisfaction.
We point our fingers.
And over again accuse them...
The 'others'
For our negligence,
And lack of discipline.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
And that message is whitewashed.
As if nothing on the wall,
Had been written at all.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN...
From Sunrise to nightfall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Doors Of Those Candy Stores Are Closed
Gone to distance are those days,
Allowed for some people...
To insult the ones,
Of charitable ways.
Gone also...
Is that catering done,
To those with childishness displayed...
With a thoughtlessness exposed,
Publicly in front of everyone.
And packed and gone,
Are roommates who debate...
Their selfishness in stale relationships.
Those who have arrived,
To prize their maturity...
Are not putting up,
With any of this nonsense.
Because,
Number one...
No one has to.
Not me or those selected few who choose.
And...
Number two?
That will be done in the bathroom.
Not all over the place.
Or,
Accepted to be thrown in one's face!
Today?
Not too many people are tolerating,
'Stuff'...
That comes to deliberately,
Stink up...
Their choice to live quiet and peaceful lives.
Gone to distance,
Are those days...
Allowed for some people,
To insult the ones...
Of charitable ways!
Those doors of those candy stores are closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lonely Tunnel
Vague words of humour incinerate laughter,
The one smiling looked upon with eyes of judgement,
A little less spoken out than the rest,
Yet a failure to make friends with the best.
Swim against the waves across the sea,
A stroke of brilliance, his mind,
His love life a joke to everyone in sight,
Unrealistic dreams to conquer and fight.
His hope of making a name unwise,
He still takes a chance, he still tries,
Closed to the world, closed between peripherals,
Words uttered nothing but lies.
Ward off the stranger approaching,
Keep away delusions to take over the world,
Argue different reasons to be lonesome again,
A heaven to the hell, his life a pain.
poem by Joshua D'Costa
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