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With That Accomplished

Finally I have done something,
You regard as repulsive.
How many years did that take?
I hope you are pleased with the discovery.

Now...
With that accomplished,
You may have a reason to begin living...
Your own life.
Have you thought about that as an option?
That's if you have not donated your nose,
To the fulfilling of charity purposes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hope That I Have Found

I feel strange yet overjoyed
I never thought that there would be any hope for me
Yet I found some
A woman so beautiful and pure
I love her and she loves me

I can’t believe that I’ve finally had success
After all the failure
I’ve finally found the light
I’ve finally done something right
I hope to nurture and grow and revel in this love
I hope that I won’t ever fail her in love

A new man I am
Living in a new phase of life
Finally accomplishing my dream
My dream of having love in my life
This love I have will last for years I hope
She is my love forevermore
My love for as long as our love is real and pure

poem by Alex Fischer
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My Reason

Looking down at the floor
seeing the blood stains.
I see the razors lying around
I can't believe who i used to be.

You've changed the way i look at life
It's been twelve years of depression
But who'da thought everything would change
the day i met you.

Though nearly two years ago
and depression still overwhelmed me.
The night we got together
my life changed forever.

I hope to spend my life
with you... the one I truly love.
To ever lose you
would be to lose my life.

Every bad time I went through
you were there for me.
You are the reason I'm still alive
You are my reason for living.
I Love You.

poem by Ben mcelfresh
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Fan

It stayed there hanging,
Motionless, airless though.
Rusted, jammed,
Outdated.

It came to live,
Rejoice, enjoy the life.
Life donated by the
donator.

What happened to it?
I hope it relive
the life.
Lets hope so.

Hope! Hope is hoping on hope.
The donated hopes on donator,
Donator hopes on another.
Whom to hope?
How to hope?
Which hope, what hope.

Hope to move,
Hope to enjoy,
Enjoy the joyless joy,
Enjoy the lifeless life,
How to do so.

'You' donator,
Hoping it will hope.
Then take it,
Have it,

Bring in the motion,
Bring in the air.
Air to breath you,
Motion to touch you.

Come on! show it,
Throw it to motionless,
Lifeless, airless one.
Come on.

poem by Khaleelulla syed.A
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A Beautiful Mind

i have made most important discovery of my life of career
most important discovery of my life
is only mysterious equation of love
but i large about reason to be found
i am only yet bcaz of you
u r the reason i am
u r all my reason.

poem by Khushi throne
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Charity

Charity, all the world really needs is charity
Were living in a dream
Ill plead with you all till it tears me apart.
Is this all that we want?
Is this all that we really are?
Turn away if you want, turn away if you like,
For the rest of your life, every day every night,
In your house and your car, yes I know who you are.
Can you not hear the world in its pain trying to call to you?
Oh, oh, charity, were living in a dream.
Charity, cant fool me with your vanity.
Ive seen whats in your heart.
Ill plead with you all till it tears me apart.
Is this all that we want?
Is this all that we really are?
Will our hearts ever change, does it sound so strange?
When people touch[? ] children cry, can you not wonder why?
In your own little world, can you not say a word?
Try to help someone else on this earth besides yourself.
Oh, oh, charity, were living in a dream.
Charity, cant fool me with your vanity.
Ive seen whats in your heart.
Charity, all the world really needs is charity.
Is this all that we want?
Is this all we really are?

song performed by by Kinks
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You Begin Again

Sometimes it's hard to believe
How simple life can be
Just when you think
You'll never reach the end
You're finally round the bend and see
There's no need to cry anymore
Life's better than before
Yesterday fades away into the past
The pain you thought would last
Is gone
[Chorus:]
And you begin again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you begin again
Even though you're heart is breaking
In time, the sun will shine
And you'll begin again
You'll begin again
Life's bittersweet mystery
Never tells what will be
You can create your own reality
And make your dreams come true
It's really up to you
If you begin again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you begin again
Even though your heart is breaking
In time, the sun will shine
And you'll begin again
You'll begin again
When you begin again
[Chorus]

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Giving Up Should Be A Thought To Rid

Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

People who've been spoiled haven't lived,
To know all there is...
About life.
To let it quickly fizzle into an abyss.
It's about risks!
That's what life is!

Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

People who've been spoiled haven't lived,
To know all there is...
About life.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

People who've been spoiled haven't lived,
To know that living life is taking risks.
And...
Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.
Yes,
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear Of Being Intimate...Again

I'd never thought as I aged,
I would feel 'more' romantic.
Maybe it is because I hadn't had that in years.
And my fear of being intimate...again,
Speeds quickly to a fade these days.
It is fun as well as frightening too.
I am no longer a child.
I am well into my 60's too!

Who knew it would be like this?
Living alone and happily single.
Then 'whoa'...
What IS this?
I am wishing to be intimate?
In a relationship?
I thought I had donated my feelings...
When I sent them packing and they went away?

I'd never thought as I aged,
I would feel 'more' romantic.
Maybe it is because I hadn't had that in years.
You know...
THAT?
Someone around just to nag?

Maybe I am going through a 'phase'...
And will soon wake up,
Before I find I have done something quite foolish.
Like commit...
To a delusion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do we have option?

No one knows me and my feelings,
They smile at me as if I were happy,
When I smile back out of courtesy,
The burden of the mind is gone easy.

No one knows me and my feelings,
I am worried about everything,
That I can think about and feel,
Drowsy I am, with punishment conventional.

I'd want to do what I like,
For each of my likings, there is a hurdle,
I have been confused since young,
With lists of good and bad, long.

When I try to buy a hand phone,
They ask whether I want original or cloned,
When I try to buy the car tyres,
They ask me whether I want imported or rethread.

When I pour the oil for the engine, brake and steering,
They ask me whether I want synthetic or recycled,
Wherever I go, whatever I do, I have options,
Even when I pray, they ask me which God I pray to.

when I was born, I think that I didn't have the option,
when I am ill, I don't have the option to choose the germs,
when I lie on that bed, I don't have the option of,
picking up the right time, after many years,
after fulfilling all my desires, dreams and duties.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Three of Us.

The two sat down with their Relationship
and a soup-bowl of their mutual memories
the two lovers complaining that the other
had not given what they needed.
Each spoke after a sip of tainted memory.

She said 'You never thought of what I needed
that which pleased you is what mattered.
I was left with kids and bills as you escaped
to job and night out with the boys.
He said:
I thought I had married a princess and as it turns out
I had hired my own critic who's never satisfied.
And whittled down I have only 15 years and thirty extra pounds to show for it.
With that he took his tablespoon and sipped a double dip.

Finally relationship spoke:

All these years I have seen you two value the combat
more than I.
These years I have starved while neither of you could give me
the small attention which might have saved the marriage.

Neither of you looked to nurture me so concerned each of you with I.
And now you wonder if I skin and bone can be revived
my answer sure is to starve a thing for years on end
is not to wonder then it does not survive.

The two looked at one another.
Relationship looking really ill, said hoarsely.
'Now each of you start sentences that begin with we.'

to be continued

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Glass Bottle (Life Poem)

How fragile is our small world today,
Living in this glass bottle of our life.

Where guilt is the fear of discovery,
Where silence is the hope of salvation,
Where greed is the reason for everything,
Where lies are the stones that shatter,
Where love is the desire for peace,
Where hate is the anger of envy,

How complex is our small world today,
Living in this glass bottle of our life.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Life And Love And Why

Life and love and why.
Child, adult, then die
All of your hoping and all of your searching for what?
Ask me for what am I living and what gives me strength that i'm willing to die for.
Take away from me this monstrosity
'Cause my futile thinking's not gonna solve nothing tonight
Ask me for what am I living and what gives me strength that Im willing to die for
Could it be this?
Could it be bliss?
Could it be all that I ever had missed?
Could it be true?
Can life be new,
And can I be used?
Can I be used?
Give me a reason for life and for death.
And a reason for drowning while I hold my breath.
Something to laugh at, a reason to cry.
With everyone hopeless and hoping for something to hope for.
Yeah, with something to hope for.
Could it be true?
Can life be new?
Could it be all that I am is in You?
Could it be this?
Could it be bliss?
Can it be You?
Can it be You?

song performed by by Switchfoot
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It Isn't With Ease

It isn't with ease,
A success accomplished is achieved.
Nor is one 'lucky'...
To experience with initiative AND sacrifice,
With a doing what one does...
Day and night.
And continue to do,
Whatever it takes for most of one's life.

While witnessing others doing what they like...
To then decide they have changed appetites,
For something someone else has done.
With beliefs their requests should be prioritized,
By the one who has sacrificed most of their life...
To finally see after years realized.
It isn't with ease,
A success accomplished is achieved.

'How long did it take you to do what you've done? '

~I would say...
Maybe fifty or more years.~

'Seriously?
And you can't show me,
In a few minutes how you did it?
I aint got that kind of time to waste.'

~Time, patience and tears.
And criticism from peers.
That's what it takes,
My friend.~

'Well...
Like I said.
I aint got time for all that.
I gotta get my groove on.'

~Until it's gone,
Huh? ~

'Whatever.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith And Hope And Charity

Hope is forever dreaming
Faith is forever pure
While charity weighs up its lot
So its life it can endure.

Hope is forever youthful
Faith has no greying hair
While charity is ageless
So it is forever there.

For faith and hope and charity
Are of each of us a part
The measures there between them
Are what balances our heart.

poem by David Keig
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Who Am I to Deny It Promise?

If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.

If I can say,
I am not living my life today.
I am dreamless without hope.
I give empty reasons to mope!
I am a vacant shell...
Existing in a hell I've created.
If I am not living my life today!

Where did I store those memories?
When did any happiness come to leave?
Why am I not pleased...
With anything that comes my way?
If I can say,
I am not living my life today!
And I breathe just to witness my breath...
Fade away into a nothingness.

If I am not living my life today...
What is this,
That IS!
And 'who' am I,
To deny 'it' promise?
Like a gift one receives...
Selfishly to leave unwrapped.
Can I honestly believe,
I am not worthy to do that?

If I am not living my life today...
Perhaps I should.
And unpack...
From sorrows deeply stacked.
Trapping my sight in darkness,
Without daylight I alone hold back.

If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.

And I know there is 'something' I value,
I can give!
To say 'that' is the reason,
I am here to live!
If I can remove myself...
To cast shadows,
Instead of finding an escape within them.
To live and let my life,
Be the one I have and learn to like!
Unfrightened.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charity

Charity begins at home,
Love begins in the womb,
Hope is the mind that lives at peace always.

The bud opens,
The flower blossoms,
Charity envies not;
So, let no man despise your youth and beauty.

A kiss of charity,
Like a true proverb;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness.

When the Almond Tree blossoms,
Charity is full of love;
So is this muse that flows to teach many.
Let all your things be done with charity,
Charity is very kind;
Let all your dreams be with love,
Charity edifies;
And, be very wise always.
Do not let charity pass you by,
Gain your hope from your gift;
Cos', it will always lead you on.

Charity begins at home,
So compare her actions rooted in your yard;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness,
So compare her acts ruling in the year;
Charity envies no one.

The love of a muse,
The love of the acts;
Charity begins at home.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Future Wife

You are my sole hope in all my life.
The last dejection has gone away
When I met you on that very day.
All the troubles are completely gone;
From now on, I am no more alone.

You are my sole hope in all my life,
My all reason to live – my future wife.

Living and hoping to still keep you
By my heart and soul – and it's for true,
My all reason to live, my future wife.

I'd love to live by your side to death,
And take away, for you, my last breath.
I can be everything when you are near,
And leave behind any issues; my dear.

You are my sole hope in all my life,
You've really made me the man I am,
And got me head over heels out of jam
– My all reason to live, my future wife.

You are my sole hope in all my life,
My all reason to live – my future wife.

poem by Walid Boureghda
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More Than Slightly Bent

If I did what was expected,
You would find reason to neglect me.
And I would begin to feel cheap and common.
No longer that treat...
For you that pleased.
And believe me it has been agony...
Carrying that kind of weight upon my shoulders.
And yet suggesting you go on a diet,
Would somehow leave me uninspired.

'But honey...
I am not the one who took your comments literally.
I know I am not 'daddy's little girl' any longer.
But I do admire your attempts.
I am surprised your knees haven't buckled.
However...
I have noticed,
They are more than slightly bent! '

So you don't mind,
Your climb down off my shoulders?

'Oh heavens no!
I was afraid to say how ridiculous this looks.
I only agreed to do this to entertain your purposes.
Whatever they are! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laugh If You Want To

I don't care what that outside looks like.
Or that picture painted they want you to believe.
I've been living on the inside,
For years!
Day AND night.
And nothing about my life,
I will allow deceivers conceive for you to perceive.

The ones who have been smiling in your face,
Are the very same ones who slither around like snakes.
And they know I know them too well.
I've only recently begin to live a life,
Protected by faith and a happiness within that dwells.

Shocked they are,
I have survived going through their hell.
And that's the only reason why...
They have chosen you their next victim,
To smooze with a feast...
Before they sink their teeth in you,
With a demoralizing to then eat you alive.
And if you do survive...
You too will have that same story to tell.

Laugh if you want to!
That's exactly what they want you to do!
Laugh if you wanted to!
But don't come to me,
When they begin on you to chew!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hatred, The Menace, And The Curse

It is perhaps my most vexatious quandary:
That I am able to reckon with what circumstance stole
At the expense of hatred toward a single, albeit, entirely deserving soul!
She is the only reason I have what most may call 'dirty laundry'-
The near-destruction of a once-purposeful life, accomplished
Through the employ of a living, breathing lie,
That does not seem to want to be finished,
Kept alive by the stupidity of the masses-but why? !
In the face of all the evidence to the contrary,
Many still believe the fallacy; their collective gullibility is quite scary!

With every whisper, or thoughtless shout that states the same,
I am forced to reckon with the phantom menace
Who stole so much, yet gifted only his surname.
The memory I once had of my boyhood, I imagine is
Lost now, as is the heroic figure I once believed he was-
Gone the way of my erstwhile innocence, because
The truth was finally allowed to amble in my direction,
Shuttered all those years, under guise of my own protection.

Now, I am a man who reckons with the disappointment
Of a lie that lasted into my manhood, as well as the anointment
Of my own flesh and blood, as pure evil, incarnate!
My burden of guilt, through association, may not alleviate
With the simple passage of time and space-
It is too much for me, and only through Blessed Grace
May I hope to finally pay riddance to my heart's grievous lamentation.
Then only, may I offer any amorous invitation
Into the world I call my own, for better or for worse,
Where now I could only proffer my unbeknownst beloved, a curse!

-Maurice Harris,16 October 2011

poem by Maurice Harris
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