You Do Not Have To Be Insulting
Back in the day,
When my portrayal of a waning youth...
Was in the midst of my denial and pretentions,
I attempted to expose every talent I had.
With wishes to share...
And delivering energy,
That took hours for me to gather and prepare.
Today I am more aware,
Of being part of Mother Nature's affairs.
And even if I had a magic wand...
I couldn't pretend my aging isn't there.
No matter who tells me how good I look...
To be at my age!
Excuse me?
And what 'age' do you 'think' I am? Huh?
'Well...
My parents remember you when 'they' were children.
And they were born in 1973.
So you have to be...'
Forget it.
You do not have to be insulting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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I Can Do Without
What can you give me?
My grandparents?
I doubt it.
My parents?
I'm sure you can not.
My son?
Forget it.
My friends who were murdered?
I can't discuss it.
Can you give me back my two ex-wives?
Or that love from them I 'thought' I had?
They gave that back to me.
Or my youth?
I just through that in,
Because I know that's impossible.
You can not give to me your integrity.
You have already shown you don't have that!
What can you give me?
For what price would I have to pay?
And...
I am not for sell.
You've already attempted to play me cheap.
And what you have sold to others,
I don't want to be a part of.
That's for them to keep.
And discreetly if they wish.
That's why I couldn't accept from you anything!
You have already shown...
That which you have to offer...
I can do without.
I seek nothing that is worthless to me.
I have had my rewards and prizes in my life.
And those that still remain treasured...
I make sure to them I keep that known!
Even if you bragged you had an extra million dollars,
To throw away to impress.
I would tell you to do that.
Since from you...
What you and I have had,
Has already been addressed.
And I know...
You can't give to me anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Been There
Been there.
With lips poked out.
Doubting my life
Is anything to shout about!
Been there.
Feeling despair and an emptiness.
With anger prepared to inflict bitterness.
Wanting someone to care...
And declaring I couldn't share!
I've been there...
And I am not having any part of that,
Where I am now.
Those flaws have been removed from denial.
I am no longer thirsting to rehearse pretentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Forget
All my doctors and friends
Have concocted these theories
Weary of seeing me day after day
On the edge of my bed
Leery of living
My laughter on hold
My sadness on stay
And it's been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
Couldn't get up today
I pretended a fever
Any excuse but the truth will do
I don't lie very well
No I'm not a deceiver
But I can't bring myself to admit that I'm blue
And it's been this way
For quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
The clock and the calendar
Both an assault
Time goes so slow
It must be my fault
I act like I'm okay
When I'm not okay at all
I forget what to do
I forget what it all means
Don't remember if love ever really felt good
I forget to be here
And not in-between
I'd put on a good show
If only I could
And it's been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
I forget
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Dear Mama, A Poem From A Son In Chicago
dear mama,
today is your 78th birthday
i can't join you but i am sending a little money
for your party
do not forget to invite our tenants
feed them well
how can i ever forget your birthday?
i am very sorry
i may have quarelled with you
but deep in my heart
mama
i love you very much.
may all sons remember this
as i will always remember it
there is no mother who wishes harm to her children
like you mama
thank you for giving me life
thank you for all the good things
i love you mama
may you have more birthdays to come.
love,
dodong
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Driven into Fits as Unrestless Misfits Twitch
I've noticed children that lack discipline,
Are accustomed to their parents or guardians...
Shouting out demands to them.
With cussing heard that eventually is returned,
To the same people to have their ears burn.
For the most part children learn by example.
Not from samples taught by teachers in classrooms...
Driven into fits as unrestless misfits twitch unable to sit.
To have parents defend their children looking innocent,
In front of a judge delivering limited sentences.
To nip that disrespect in the bud,
With a punishment suitable is no longer legit.
Instead what children do today is tolerated...
And out of control they are,
As everyone seems to make excuses for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song of Myself, I, II, VI & LII
I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil,
this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and
their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never
forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Strange
You think you have a hold of my heart? Just because you haunt my dreams?
Well I got news for you, You are no longer tormenting my soul.
Today I am finally letting you go..
The days of torment are no no more...
You are waiting for a forgiveness, I forgive you now please let go.
You been waiting to say goodbye?
Well today I am closing the door? and letting you be
Today I am living a new life free from your pain...
I am forgetting my past and have no one to blame
I am living strong, with all my destiny and I am in control.
You no longer have a part of me, forget my love and let me be!
My love is worth more than you will ever know, just because you have physical gold, you never have my soul....
You will never have the real me, and you pretend and have a replacement that you wish was me.
So get out that door and keep your energy far from me. Forget about the past, what we had is so far gone.
And don't try to come back with all your empty dreams, Cause finally you see that have nothing with me......
I moved on and have a real love and a family.........
My love is worth more than you will ever know, just because you have physical gold, you never have my soul....
You will never have the real me, and you pretend and have a replacement that you wish was me.
So get out that door and keep your energy far from me. Forget about the past, what we had is so far gone.
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Lightening is quicker than thunder
Lightening is quicker than thunder, for many their weaknesses are exposed first, latent powers in them manifest afterwards in unconventional ways. GOD help them if they are adopted with a narcissistic, self-adsorbed father with compulsion issues, denial, anger, rigidity. Also God really be their for them with their borderline mother who can't help but freely expose all of their children's weaknesses publicly while being blind to their strengths, abusing them for not living up to the conventional culturally marketed definition of greatness that the queen demands.
For some parents, not most, their is something deeply wrong with them, the only way to help them is for their adult children to get away, get away from them on as many levels as possible for very long time, for good is understandable.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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I Cant Forget
i remember us
should i forget?
i remember your eyes
should i forget?
i remember your touch
should i forget?
i remember your voice
should i forget?
i remember your face
should i forget?
i remember your care
should i forget?
i remember your feelings
should i forget?
i remember your personality :)
should i forget?
i remember my thoughts of you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember the good times with you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember the comfort from you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember my love for you
i cant forget, i wont ever forget!
poem by Samantha Duran
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I Thought We Were Talking About Me?
I see the 'me-me I-I' in you.
I was there...
Glued to myself too!
Thinking the world didn't exist,
Until I awakened.
With beliefs that my wants,
Belonged to everyone's wishes.
And on my tantrum days...
I went ballistic!
If my needs were not being fulfilled!
Whether or not...
It took magic to make my whims realistic.
And then one day I was slapped by truth!
When I took a backseat to a waning youth.
Maturing made that happened.
Glad I am that it did.
I was getting to the point I couldn't stand myself.
And there's nothing like watching a grown man in tears...
Because he doesn't like himself,
Or who he is!
Or what he has done to make others run!
Today I thank God that guy has gone!
Now I deal with someone...
Who thinks he knows more about life than anyone!
And 'now' I don't know which one I'd rather deal with!
At least I am kept entertained!
'I thought we were talking about me? '
We were!
But don't you think I am a better topic?
Comeon...
Be subjective about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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September Rain
September Rain (sonnet)
Most days, on my way to the bar or grocery shop,
I walk past an old man who sits in the shade of
an oak, on a creaky sofa that has lost its place in
the lounge. I usually stop and talk to him, he can’t
remember me from one day to the next, tells me
the same story about his parents, and where he
grew up; Portugal of yore. He isn’t here today, only
the mantle, he wraps around himself when there
is a chill in the air, is flung on the old sofa; a zephyr
whispers that he will not be back. “Will I be that old?
I ask the waning sun. I sit on a sofa on the terrace,
a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, scan the sky,
in the vale where I live and my parents too lived,
we wait for September rain.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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To My Best Mother
To my best mother,
You and my great father
Take good care of your children.
In good and bad times, you're there.
To my best mother in the world,
You've shown your genuine love
When I was still in your womb.
From newborn, I knew I was secured.
Thank you for being my mother.
You're my best friend and my mentor.
I love you, though sometimes, I forget you.
My mother, I'll always remember you.
I'll remember your noble teachings.
I'll love my brother and sister.
I'll value my family, relatives, and friends.
I'll seek guidance to God forever.
To my best mother,
My beloved mother in the world,
Please forgive us for our mistakes.
We your children love you always.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick to Boost Children With Wit
I once sought acceptance.
As a child growing in an environment.
Living amongst those I was told to respect.
With words untold...
I also grew to respect.
On their terms.
Since the same turf we shared.
Back then and during those times I yearned,
To learn!
But as I grew to understand from hard knocks.
Like throwing rocks at children.
And finding them and their parents...
Coming to my folks,
With not a smile on their faces!
Not a one looking...
As if they came to tell a series of jokes.
My yearnings to learn,
Took me, at times, away from my neighborhood.
Sometimes alone!
And for me this was good.
I soon came to understand...
Some folks didn't have a high degree of curiosity.
In fact...
Many couldn't read.
And those kids who could...
Were kinda ostracized from the 'hood'.
And growing up in a huge family...
I kept my thirst for learning,
As a secret kept within me!
But today as an aging man...
I know how important it is,
To be who I am.
And I am quick to boost children with wit.
Encouraging them to be inquisitive.
And observe how minds empty of thought...
Will have their hands out,
With nothing in them to share or give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reunion(Princess And The Black Horse- VII)
Thus, she began how did the man who knew magic
snatch kingdom, but could not she spot as she
was in trance of his black-magic's charm, her son.
The Lion king was lying in the den-corner, silently.
'Oh mother, mother, I'm your the missing son, whom
Eviledo, turned to a horse, the rest story, enchanting..
Mom, tell tell me soon, where is father, my dear dad? '
The lion-king hearing that in excitement started panting.
With tear in eyes, the princess then touched magic wand,
in their body, and suddenly they converted to queen and king!
They recognized their grown-up son, they wept and laughed,
and what they did in joyful mood, you couldn't imagine!
'We gotta defeat the man who could play, with thousand skulls.
Dear, you can't believe, how he plays with skull as conjuror!
So, be aware of that magic-man, to subdue him plot a fine plan.'
The king said these and to hide themselves, he closed den's door.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Songs To Aging Children Come
Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine
In a tea leaf trance or under
Orders from the king and queen
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
People hurry by so quickly
Dont they hear the melodies
In the chiming and the clicking
And the laughing harmonies
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Some come dark and strange like dying
Crows and ravens whistling
Lines of weeping, strings of crying
So much said in listening
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Does the moon play only silver
When it strums the galaxy
Dying roses will they will their
Perfumed rhapsodies to me
Songs to aging children came
This is one
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Aging Excuse Making Children
Difficult and with stress it is,
To be an adult.
And live in an environment surrounded,
By old and aging excuse making children.
Difficult to know it is who is being responsible,
And who to hold accountable...
For the raising of disrespectful kids,
Found totally without initiative or discipline.
It is so hard to maintain one's patience,
And make attempts to explain...
Even to those who appear to have brains,
What the benefit of staying motivated is.
And if one should expose to show concern,
With sincere understanding and comprehension...
One has learned from experience,
This is interpreted as trying to be better than the others.
And eventually...
The one who has grown to be that mature adult leaves,
To keep a nurtured peace of mind...
And those perceptions aging children keep to believe,
Alone for them to condone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Not To Forget Me
You have been through a lot
You still have a long way to go
Discrimination will always be in your way
You will face new trials everyday
So many people you will meet
Just remember not to forget me
You have a lot to live for
But not a lot to come back for
I’ll always be here waiting
Waiting for the love of my life
For my happiness to return to me
Please remember not to forget me
You gave me what I never had before
Hope, a reason, the will to keep being
I lived for the moment, you taught me to slow down
You taught me to think about it, to savor it
And then to plan for tomorrow
So when tomorrow comes, remember not to forget me
When you’re with me, the rest of the world fades
Everything melts away and it’s just you and me, face to face
I don’t know how you feel, but I know you are part of me
You are my other half, I need you to breathe
You are the light to my dark, the night to my day
As the sun rises and sets, remember not to forget me
You remind me that I don’t need their reality
I just need you with me, away where we can be
Every kiss you give me takes my tears away
With each passing day we get closer
Closer to the day when you will take me away
Just come back, remember not to forget me
I tried to quit you, to prove i didn’t need you
I failed, I couldn’t forget you, the memories found me
Everything near me has residue of you
Close my eyes, I see you, as if you were here
You know what, I couldn’t be happier
Carry the memories with you, remember not to forget me
Every morning that I wake, I’ll think of you
And you will be on my mind all through the day
When it’s late, I’ll be thinking of you, as I lie there alone and awake
As I dream it is you I will see
I can only hope you will be thinking of me
My darling, my love, please remember not to forget me
poem by Guarded Heart
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Its Not Too Much / Well Be Everywhere
When the candles dim
Pull the curtains up and close your eyes
Go to sleep
Let the moonlight fill the bed all night
Wont matter how
It wont matter what or when or why
Just lay in bed
Let the moonlight fill the bed all night
If you come back in its place
Can we forgive and forget mistakes weve made
Just hold on now
Well be everywhere
Can we just pretend
That the moon has turned and slipped away
Measure time
With the calendar or months and days
Its not too much
Maybe its just a little bit naive
Its always born
After what weve done and all we say
If you come back in its place
Can we forgive and forget mistakes weve made
Well be back again with a ?
Left its offspring on the line ?
Well be everywhere its all ?
Its all come back.. we remember...?
Can we just pretend
Youre the one that turned and slipped away
Measure time
With the calendar or months and days
Its not too much
Maybe just a little bit naive
Its always born
After what weve done and all we say
If you come back in its place can we forgive and forget mistakes weve made
Just hold on now well be everywhere
Hope its not too much (well be everywhere)
Maybe its just a little bit naive (well be everywhere)...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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