Without An Offering Of Opinion To Give
If there is something known and experienced,
By some and not yet by others...
A convincing can not be done.
Only a repeated acknowledgement of it,
To be tolerated comes...
From the mouths of those,
Sharing their recent discoveries.
And those already exposed,
Doing their best to keep their ears opened!
Without uttering a word to overextend,
With what years ago had been mentioned.
Hope to express interest,
On their knowing faces.
To show surprise that a gift recently given,
They had not beforehand seen unwrapped.
But,
Of course they did.
And trust me,
It is very difficult to do that...
Without an offering of opinion to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Choice to Keep the Value
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice?
When it was you,
Who made not listening to me...
Your choice.
Why is my comprehension mentioned,
To be a priority of your concern?
I'm well aware of those lessons I've learned.
And few of them taught I seek to be repeated.
You brought to me then an acknowledgement.
And I did not hesitate,
To connect that to my common sense.
I received it and I heeded.
Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice.
To review conversations,
I attempted to make...
That came to rest on deaf ears?
Perhaps there is a clarity,
Not understood before...
But overnight your eyes opened.
And a clarity that could have been yours...
Has now between your ears appeared?
Go ahead and say,
What you believe today is okay.
However,
If I should abruptly walk away...
Think of it as not being disrespectful.
But a sign of the times,
When one finds peace of mind.
With a choice to keep the value of it protected.
Think of my getting away from you,
In that perspective!
A treasured gift one gets...
To never be neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Offering An Opinion
All beliefs are valid.
At least that's what I like to believe.
Until a deduction to get one picture viewed is done.
But to take from someone else their belief,
To interpret it as your own,
Does not express from your point of view at all.
Your debate is to discredit what it is they say,
Without offering an opinion,
From your own mind to give.
UNLESS you are quicker to deduce a picture,
Without it being mentioned as a topic?
And many love to argue over assumptions to win...
Nothing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing I Did Not Leave
If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.
And I would 'never' give you that satisfaction,
Of knowing how much I am concerned.
Because I am not!
I could care less.
Or give you the right to 'think'
You can live without me.
What has happened between us,
Has not left me tormented.
Even though...
That is what you wish for me to believe.
That I am the one grieving.
Please!
You will never have it like that!
Not with me.
You are not even a passing thought!
Since I could care less,
How much you toss and turn in your sleep...
Wishing I did not leave.
I 'hope' you now have been taught a lesson!
If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.
I despise you...I do!
You make me sick!
And I hope you are somewhere,
Knowing it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sharing The Ultimate Gift
I want to share a special gift with you that God has given to me,
This gift like most others that you will receive is absolutely free.
However unlike other gifts that you may have received in the past,
This special gift and this one alone through all eternity will last.
Although you can't see this gift, it's the greatest you can receive,
This gift is not in a box, but in the heart of all those who believe.
And even though this gift is one of a kind and very special indeed,
You'll surely want to give this gift away as soon as it is received.
Don't be concerned about giving away something you didn't use,
For God said “Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news.”
This gift will surprise you on the day you decide to give it away,
You won't feel any loss at all with more to give the following day.
My friend you will be Eternally Grateful when you finally choose,
To truly embrace but give away this gift that you can never lose.
By now you know this gift is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord,
And your faithful sharing of this gift, by Him, will not be ignored.
For our Great Blessed Hope, who through the ages many have adored,
At His return will bring to all His faithful, an Everlasting Reward.
So the next gift you receive and think you'll treasure forevermore,
Remember that the only truly lasting gift is Jesus Christ The Lord.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
Gift
And so it is
Gift wrapped
And awaiting
The impossible
The improbable
Over-night air
Flight of 'Hope'
So wanting
To be unwrapped
Gift paper
Still in tack
And the ribbon
Too
Saved and
Put away
'Til
That 'maybe'
Fateful day
When all that's
Been penned
Can be opened
And then
Surrendered
And left to grow
Weaving itself
Ever carefully
Into a lover's
Forever bow
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Less Than Tolerant Youth
I don't resent those ignorant.
Since that word could apply to anyone...
Who believe they are in a position,
To condescend someone else.
Because of one's economic status!
Or, of one's color of skin.
We all learn lessons that seem to never end.
I have had great conversations,
With those considered less intelligent.
To leave them with a wealth of knowledge...
That left me seeking them out again!
And wondering 'if'...
I'd be accepted as a friend?
We all learn lessons that seem to never end.
And those who express opinions,
With open mouths and shut ears...
Are often those with minds that are closed,
To thoughts of others...
They oppose.
Have you ever heard those say,
With their own children they can not communicate?
Did you leave them comprehending...
How blessed the children one day will feel?
And their frustrated faces will be replaced,
To express in celebration if they just kept faith!
I've lived to witness miracles...
In my less than tolerant youth.
My mother and father would stop me with a look.
And I would freeze,
Daring to breathe.
Just when my own patience began to slip from lips!
Knowing then it was wiser for me...
To wait and listen!
And not make a big deal of it.
Or I'd find it unbearable for me to sit.
Followed by my mother's promises,
That any healing done would not be quick!
We all learn lessons that seem to never end.
With some being pointless,
To have them repeated again.
I've lived to witness miracles...
In my less than tolerant youth.
With pictures depicted painting a thousand words.
Only a few did I dare to review in pursuit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Words
Written by brian vander ark
Through evidence of circumstance
You held me to a second chance
Feigning interest so sincere
Curse the days Ive wasted here
All the words that you waste debating
Every word so intimidating
I can let a lot of things that you say go
I could never let another day go
All the words that evaporated
Every word so intimidating
Ill never make mention of it if you say so
But I could never let another day go by
Definitions you have missed
Punctuated by your fist
Feigning interest out of fear
I curse the days Ive wasted here
All the words that you waste debating
Every word so intimidating
I can let a lot of things that you say go
I could never let another day go
All the words that evaporated
Every word so intimidating
Ill never make mention of it if you say so
But I could never let another day go by
Surprise yourself with every word
Its so absurd
All the words...
All the words that you punctuated
Every word so intimidating
I can let a lot of things that you say go
I could never let another day go
All the years that evaporated
All the tears that I tolerated
Ill never make mention of it if you say so
But I could never let another day go by
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Any Volunteers?
I awakened recently,
With this thought as my reality.
What I've done with a doing to do,
To accomplish as my interpretation...
Of success with a job well done,
Needs not to be repeated with consistency.
Not by me to achieve to prove my stamina.
And if those standing on the sidelines,
Believe I have not done enough...
They can take my place on the stage,
To be scrutinized...
With a critiquing I have welcomed from them,
For years.
To discover such ease of it I've experienced.
Any volunteers?
What about those naysayers in the back row?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Only Show Me Interest
I would love to sit and spend more time with you.
Looking at life from your point of view.
But of late,
I am reminded doing this I have done.
With little of my own visions,
You have neither invited or have welcomed.
And if you did,
You've made many excuses...
To run to do errands,
With a wish that I would come.
Today my happiness for me has begun.
And it has taken me a while to understand,
My happiness is of no interest to you.
Unless,
Of course...
It is spent entirely catering to you,
And what it is you like to do.
No more am I in it just to give to you, boo!
You have no interest in me.
You only show me interest,
If it is a benefit to you in all that you do.
And people like you around me I don't need.
'That's not true! '
What is it that I like most to do?
'You never mentioned it.
So how would I know? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Getting Off Knees
There is hope in the air,
For the ones really caring...
And,
They're not the ones who'll stop to give up.
No.
They're not the ones to be chased and rushed.
There is hope in the air,
For the ones really caring...
And,
They're not the ones who'll stop to give up.
No.
They're not the ones who will be ruffled up.
And those daring sharing their faith...
Are,
Tough enough.
There is a drive to survive for the ones out of hiding,
And...a,
They're not the ones who'll keep mouths shut.
No.
They're not the ones to be muffled up.
There is a drive to survive for the ones out of hiding,
And...a,
They're not the ones who'll keep mouths shut.
No.
They're not the ones to be muffled up.
And those daring sharing their faith.
Are...
The ones tough enough.
Becoming wide are the eyes that see.
Too much unbelieving today is seen.
And becoming noticed is deceit,
To the nonbeliever!
And those daring sharing their faith.
Are...
The ones tough enough.
There is a drive to survive for the ones out of hiding,
And...a,
They're not the ones who'll keep mouths shut.
No.
They're not the ones to be muffled up.
And those daring sharing their faith.
Are rough and tough enough.
With a getting off knees.
And,
Those daring to share faith.
Are rough and tough enough.
With a getting off knees.
And,
Those daring to share faith.
Are proving they are tough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Give Up. Believe In Yourself. You Must!
'Why should I show concern to someone,
Who has not expressed that to me? '
This unheard but seen in the faces of children.
Those who are fathered.
But orphaned by those mothers-to-be.
'Why should I keep my faith filled with hope?
When that patience I never witnessed,
Being reflected to center upon me to feel and see.'
And I want to sympathize with those lonely.
I do.
I want to show those alone,
My empathy delivered as proof.
I do!
I would do this if asked to choose.
But...
Overwhelmed I am by so many in need.
No power to correct this do I have within me.
Although I whisper in the ears of those near who can hear...
Never give up.
Believe...
In yourself.
You must!
Never give up.
Believe...
In yourself.
You must!
Never give up.
Believe...
In yourself.
You must!
Never give up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Thinking
I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
Without thinking I would be challenged,
To defend it.
Or argue my right to express it.
Especially if requested.
That's why with lessons learned today,
I do not accept request to express my thoughts.
Whether they are solicited or not to convey.
With a keeping of my peace of mind addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust Trust
Trust trust many have found
Trust trust no where around
Trust trust is what many say
Trust trust here i lay
Trust trust in my ear
Trust trust i cant find you my dear
Trust trust is hard to find
Trust trust are you apart of mankind
Trust trust im calling to you
Trust trust please give me a clue
Trust trust i need my love
Trust trust she came from up above
Trust trust what do i do
Trust trust do i believe my boo
Trust trust am i right
Trust trust please show me the light
Trust trust your driving me crazy
Trust trust your just to hazy
Trust trust i will find you
Trust trust i will never find anew
Trust trust help me out
Trust trust cause with this love i dont want to wipeout
Trust trust sarah's is my heart
Trust trust she's a beauty of art
poem by Cody Fortner
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Having An Interest
Having an interest to understand something,
Makes it easier to comprehend.
And that understanding wanted increases to flourish,
With a nourishing that heals and mends.
And an acknowledgement needing not to be prompted.
Although on the other hand...
If there is no concern expressed shown at all,
After scratching one's head to the obviousness of it.
Those questions asked about why the lack of interest...
Will also quickly fade away eventually.
Leaving that which only has interest directed,
Getting all of the attention without the requesting...
To at least express some.
And when none comes,
Why bother?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless Oppositions
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
When I began to do this I felt alone and strange.
Especially when people misunderstood my attempts,
To do what I desired and not seek attention to get.
Although it was part of the territory to be exposed.
I only knew of a love of it.
Ego had nothing to do what I chose!
And as years have gone by so happy am I,
To see others with 'gifts' express them in public.
I know how lonely and difficult it gets,
When others with no interests...
'Assume' they can pass judgement with senseless tests.
Hoping to discourage those born to do their best.
To only witness one determined to be who they are,
And achieve with a doing to reflect their best efforts.
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
And...
Putting to rest,
Those who protest with their pointless oppositions.
Only those who know,
Grow from those wounds to heal to show what's real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lies Love Pain
Many roads, many hills
lots of ups and downs
some lies, some untimely
hard to trust, must gain trust
many years to go, time to row
change our ways, end the lies
gain the trust, begin to live
love will grow, happiness will come
marriage will grow, family will show
Many years past, things get better fast
talking, listening, sharing
they are the key, sure will see
everybody deals with lies love pain
many over come, some never go home
give, trust, honest brings love and happiness
poem by Michael Peterson
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It Can Be Draining
Sometimes it can be draining,
And gets difficult...
To be in the midst,
Of thoughtless people.
Especially those who have aged,
To express less concern.
Or how their whims affect...
The ones who treasure their lessons learned.
At times emotional feelings exposed,
Are received to be ones embittered.
When sharing them amongst those,
Who could care less...
About the depthness of another's experiences.
And how those experiences are addressed,
Each day to expect, accept or reject.
Sometimes it can be draining,
And gets difficult...
To be in the midst,
Of thoughtless people.
Especially those who have aged,
To express less concern.
Or how their whims affect...
The ones who treasure their lessons learned.
It can be draining.
Isolating.
And reflectively disrespecting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fountains Of Aix
Beards of water
some of them have.
Others are blowing whistles of water.
Faces astonished that constant water
jumps from their mouths.
Jaws of lions are snarling water
through green teeth over chins of moss.
Dolphins toss jets of water
from open snouts
to an upper theater of water.
Children are riding swans and water
coils from the S-shaped necks and spills
in flat foils from pincered bills.
A solemn curly-headed bull
puts out a swollen tongue of water.
Cupids naked are making water
into a font that never is full.
A goddess is driving a chariot through water.
Her reins and whips are tight white water.
Bronze hoofs of horses wrangle with water.
Marble faces half hidden in leaves.
Faces whose hair is leaves and grapes
of stone are peering from living leaves.
Faces with mossy lips unlocked
always uttering water,
water
wearing their features blank
their ears deaf, their eyes mad
or patient or blind or astonished at water
always uttered out of their mouths.
poem by May Swenson
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Surprise
It may seem dark now but you are in for a surprise.
Soon it will be light again to push all the darkness away.
So stay put and you will get through it.
For things will get better.
For when the moon leaves the sun will come creating light.
So smile for your light will rise soon.
The pain and heartache is over and now the goodness will come.
For all you've experienced was badness happening,
But now here is a gift for you.
Surprise!
I am hear to be your gift and guide you towards the light.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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