Without a Word to Be Spoken
It is important for one to be grounded.
With a solid and sound identity.
To know who one is by living the 'experience'.
Making mistakes and going through heartbreaks...
With aches and pains.
Sustain to affect emotions!
This aids the growth process.
And ushers in a maturity.
Allowing one to eventually...
Listen to others patiently with silent lips.
And perfect the raising of one eyebrow at a time.
When one discovers they have found,
That technique leaves them with a peace of mind...
Only then can it be said,
They know 'who' they are and can communicate...
Without a word to be spoken.
And left assured their respect is intact.
Even though a few may need a hint or two.
'What does the raised right eyebrow mean? '
Back off!
'Oh?
OH!
Oh...I'll catch you at a more convenient time! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Envy of the eye & the nose
Let the eye and the nose
Argue why the eyebrow
Who does nothing
Occupies
A Higher Exalted Position,
& even this
Mouth which
Speaks and eats
Thoughts and food,
Have reason to complain,
Why the eyebrow
Up when it
Does nothing?
Its placement is meant
To make you look like
One normal human face
The brain understands
What happens when
The eyebrow is transferred
Below the lips, and you
Know very well, the
Eyebrow really, does
Not mind, if you look like
An alien with a spike.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today... A Raised Eyebrow Is Praised
When does an obscenity achieve,
Acceptance status?
There was a time years ago...
A saving of a cuss word to use,
As one's last attempt to offend...
Would begin an intentional argument.
Today...
Children says these words,
To befriend and endear themselves...
To one another.
With a 'mother' this...
And a 'mother' that,
To then pat each other on the back.
I remember when a raised eyebrow,
Meant someone did something that was not allowed.
Today...
A raised eyebrow is praised,
With an applauding done given to someone...
Who has successfully healed from a recent facelift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Direct
I don't know if it was aging,
Or its process...
That increased my desire,
To ensure a peace of mind I found...
Stayed in place.
Or if it began creating itself,
Over time.
And I sought ways to prioritize,
Its importance.
But I will admit this,
The finding of it found...
Has today with me lived to exist.
And being direct is an added bonus,
That allows me to use my age...
To guarantee any nonsense from me stays away.
And this I have noticed...
Without one word from me to say,
I can raise just 'one' eyebrow...
To get my point across.
Either with a frown or a smile,
It does not seem to matter.
Only those who have experienced this,
Can appreciate the value and the benefits...
Of aging with a peace of mind.
And being direct to protect what one has,
To classify it as valued...
Seems to get more respect when one has clearly aged.
However,
There are some exceptions!
Those who do not seem to age gracefully,
Do appear to attract and nag with exurberance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left eyebrow raised, right eyebrow raised.
quote by Mary Kay Ash
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Related to Experiences
That void.
That vacancy.
That emptiness that seldom leaves.
A rawness of a grief felt is left.
That unstable emotional ride one takes,
Inside pretending to hide...
Faking to have found an escape erased,
Comes back.
And as remembered...
A happiness one has achieved,
Did not come easy.
Nor cheaply was it received.
Those aches, pains and heartbreaks...
Are related to experiences.
And somehow collectively,
Delivers one a peace of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Question Remains
When vile necessities
And confidence are shaken,
A compromise is forsaken
In the best of breeds...
How did I become this?
For you, there is no answer.
It is something I have sought
Until I found peace...
Let no interference
Persuade me against my wish,
The alibi-that exists,
Need not have a name...
Neither I should
Weigh too much on mine
For if I were a word,
I might come out and die...
Life, like a spoken word,
Will sometime perishes,
Spoken word transforming
Like a wish-never preserved...
Were I to discard
All vanities for a time
To know the depth of being
From the lower side? ...
Was it important
To experience the loss
Of something which has value
Sacrificed too fast?
The question still remains! ...
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R.e.s.p.e.c.t
It's hard to tell them when what's true,
'Cause deep inside you know they’ll judge you,
Put you down and even condemn you,
They perfectly don't know what you feel,
But still, they don't want to understand what’s real,
'Cause for them you're just the dirt in their hands,
They won't open their hearts and accept you,
But they'll slam the door and push you away,
Tell you you're nothing and stab you with the hurtful word they say.
No one is perfect as many people would say,
But in their eyes, they feel perfect and they won't listen to a word you say,
Respect is a broad word to understand not by mind but by our hearts and soul,
It's confusing to know what respect really means,
'Cause respect couldn’t be seen,
People are people and yes we make mistakes,
We try to be perfect but still, there are rules that we break,
The test of time will measure who we really are with every brave soul that sticks to the word respect and practice it,
Is a ghost of reality that haunts everyone to change what they are today,
Change the things that are wrong and learn to give way.
Good people often get hit by intrigues all the time,
But it doesn't mean revenge should come on the line,
'Cause if only people would learn to give respect to live and if we learn to give respect we'll all be happy,
And we'll never see someone crying or planning revenge to somebody,
Let's RESPECT everybody, treat them as a family.
poem by Karen Montegrande
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I am too old for an eyebrow piercing but too young for an eyebrow lift.
quote by Max Cannon
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To Dust Up
As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.
And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.
Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not a word He said
Before the Sanhedrin You spoke no word
and from Your lips no sound was heard.
Silent like a mute not a word was said
as awayto the cross, Lord You were led.
Your lips were silent and there came no sound.
In Your defence nothing was to be found.
As a lamb before the shearer is dumb
so from Your lips not a word was to come.
Angels were waiting for your bidding, Lord.
Silently You stood and spoke not a word.
You could have summoned that great army Lord.
They were ready and waiting for one word.
Silent there before Your accusers, Lord.
To their amazement You said not a word.
Louder than thunder was Your silence Lord.
Much more powerful than the spoken word.
Those gathered there did not understand why
You kept Your silence and did not reply.
Then there on the cross Your silence You broke.
'Father forgive them' were the words You spoke
Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ice Capades
Frigid!
As if it was up to me,
To patiently peel away...
Each layer of discomfort,
I felt or may feel...
And at my own expense.
Without a clue,
I am suppose to unravel...
What I did or did not do.
And with no hint given...
I am to know from previous experience,
The nature of my accused thoughtlessness.
It's the nature of the beast,
One can either choose to release.
Or cease an argument...
Heading for a cranked up heat!
These scenes from ice capades,
That include smooth skating on some days...
But not always scored with a warmth to receive.
Sometimes one is rated,
If cracked eggs not intentionally done...
Someone else left to leave.
Who knows when a temper begins to show.
Cold shoulders and attitudes,
From nowhere chills the air.
And if one is in a longlasting relationship...
To be blamed for anything,
By someone professing love...
Is not a circumstance that is rare.
These scenes from ice capades,
May last for a few minutes...
Maybe a couple of hours!
They can go on for days,
If no one submits...
To a begging for forgiveness,
That lowers an eyebrow raised.
Do it!
The benefits of this,
Will ultimately be proven.
Just to ensure,
A reception for an expected performance...
Stays intact.
And that union needing a little pat,
Of understanding quickly enacted...
Endures and sustains a security maintained.
Do it!
Don't allow a stubbornness,
To ruin a night of peaceful sleep.
Go ahead do it!
Apologize and get it over with.
'I apologize, honey.'
~You do?
YOU do?
Well...
In that case,
I do too.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is A Constant Never Neglected
Credibility, integrity with identity intact,
Radiates a dignity that ushers with it
Respect,
Received and given back.
Not retaining qualities,
Or learning them...
From one's sheltered nest,
Produces none of the above.
And a dumping of togetherness,
Is encouraged to nourish disrespectful contests.
Delivered and performed...
At their best.
And for those responsible,
For this irresponsibility...
Witness in 'disbelief'!
As if shocked by a sudden and cruel awakening!
No one 'group' can fully be blamed!
Not for this merchandized quality of life we see.
And diminishing standards of a crumbling society.
Putting all to shame.
And pointing fingers to blame.
Those who have enforced this 'normalcy' that bleeds...
Condoned aspects of this defective affect,
Blind to hindsight.
And futuristic needs.
That investment fed temporary greed.
Upon which quick dreams,
Are shattered!
With an absence of consciousness,
Devoid of thought.
With no connection in their minds to comprehend...
What they 'themselves' brought.
Seeking blindlessly,
What it takes to succeed.
But the sacrifice of achieving,
And sustaining wholesome beliefs...
Are not born from electronic 'things'.
Or absorbing 'falsities' to feed from one's tv!
Credibility, integrity with an identity,
Radiates a dignity that ushers with it
Respect.
It is a constant never neglected aspect.
Not 'this' determination...
To be placed upon one person's back!
The one assigned to restorative research.
And attacked for the honesty!
Too much of that came back with facts!
A recommendation for self evaluations!
And no one dares to prepare for that!
To be held accountable?
For the laying of one's own trap! ?
The audacity of those found facts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Fresh As Dawn Awakens
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
As fresh as dawn awakens my sensibilities...
I reach and desire something fresh to experience.
I want to witness and participate with nature.
I want to feel assessible to anyone that approaches.
I wish to remove every restriction,
Others may around them have!
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
I am going to pray and be grateful.
Today,
And everyday thereafter I am blessed to breathe,
God is going to hear me express how blessed I am.
And not a complaint will I address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listen To
Give a landing ear and listen to
That may not be sensational but true
As you near to catching its sense
You will feel happiness and will never be tense
We have no time to hear patiently
We fear of being commented adversely
Or bear in grudge that it may turn ugly
But that has not been understood truly
If heard unclear then it may create uneasiness
The tension lines may rush up on the face
You may try to avoid unpleasantly spoken words
It may drag your feet instead of going forward
If we can create little peace around
So many things can be found
You have so much to give and take
As it everything is here and at stake
We miss a close and sacred link
Others may force you to flee or sink
You need to talk and communicate
Mention clearly and honestly indicate
You can catch the words even if spoken gently
Its impulse is understood and caught silently
There should not be any misspell in return
As it may then make wrong gesture in turn
So converse freely and move closely
It may look sometimes nonsense and silly
Yet it carries powerful message
To remove hurdles and create smooth passage
We have lived uselessly so far
We talk less of peace than war
Now time to come close and spend leisure moments
It has been realized now as heavenly sent
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not a Random Giver
If you ask for my opinion...
Do not expect me to be subjective.
I may neglect to be objective.
With a purpose to reflect,
Upon your connection.
And if you ask from a hypothetical stance.
Do not ready yourself,
For me to sing with you...
In a tune we both can dance.
And if you should ask for my opinion,
Do not get angered if I have none at all.
At least none I would share face to face.
Since what you may ask...
May take away time I care not to waste.
Especially if I can scent a hint...
What you ask is for a survey you take.
And I am not a random giver!
Or one who is quick...
To deliver to those seeking charity.
I've donated everything...
From sperm to a raised eyebrow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overcomed I Am With Determination
I am not alone in consciousness.
With many who are also aware,
Of what does...
And what for them,
Does not exist.
A connection within begins to click!
And I will never argue with someone,
ANYONE...
About their acceptance.
Or the degree of their acknowledgement.
I've learned personal experiences are just that.
Personally experienced.
Nor am I going to tolerate,
My peace of mind to be tampered.
And no where is 'that' on my top ten list.
I recognize but do not invite irritation.
I may respond with an opinion in conversation.
That's it.
And the hardest lesson there is to learn...
Is to listen.
And,
I've learned that lesson.
My right eyebrow,
Is somehow connected...
To my footsteps.
My eyebrow raises...
With a signal sent,
To my eyes to seek near exits.
Then my feet begin to move.
My reach for the exit...
Becomes a commitment.
And overcomed I am,
With determination. To split!
And I do it as if mastered.
As if to leave is my only priority.
And in many cases...
To get away from what's being layered and laid,
Becomes a needed desperation.
How many excuses to use the restroom,
Can one make?
I think four within an hour is ridiculous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strong And Confident
I understand those,
Who chased the taste of money.
I also admire those,
Who stick to their convictions.
But I do not comprehend anyone,
Who belabors in the dwelling of envy.
It seems too much time is spent,
Living one's life jealous and feeling resentment.
I understand those,
Who make mistakes.
Forgive 'themselves...
And move on.
It's difficult for me to tolerate,
The ones who make excuses...
And burden others,
With the singing of their sad songs.
And those who are strong and confident,
I've come to admire a lot!
They are the ones never heard in discussion,
Complaining about their aches and pains.
Or who it is they know!
Or what it is they've got.
They live their lives,
In the pursuit of what this experience to them means.
And there is something about 'that' done,
That earns the giving of my respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistakes Are Expected To Be Made
Would it be worth it to reverse and redo,
Those mistakes I've made along the way?
For purposes to correct,
What today I am better to convey?
With a maturity that is assured.
And with a humility I've learned to display?
Many times I have thought about this.
As I reminisced those lessons,
I should have grasped but dismissed.
And IF it was a possibility,
To correct and perfect my blemishes...
Flaws and imperfections,
Others inspected and criticized!
My life would not be as fulfilling.
Since my time would be occupied...
With making excuses and creating alibis.
And I would have been limited to sit in fear.
And I thank God,
It was not the fear of obstacles...
That have kept my steps blessed.
It was faith and prayer that made me aware...
I was just one of many artists,
Assigned to do my part...
To add onto this living canvas,
We've come to call life to live and give.
And mistakes are expected to be made.
With attempts in the wrong direction,
Only God forgives if we ask of Her or Him...
Or Both,
To be forgiven!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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