Your Accomodating Spirit
There is something about being taken for granted,
That never dawns on the minds of those...
Who perceive themselves as accomodating,
The people they use by providing them a convenience...
That one day will benefit the person taken for granted,
With an overwhelming feeling of gratitude...
Of knowing someone only thinks of them,
As that person to go to...
With only the purpose to have them used.
'Why are you so cheerful today? '
~Knowing you only think of me as someone to use.
AND you are here willing to have me permit,
The doing of it, too?
I'm am overjoyed with your accomodating spirit.~
'Finally you are beginning to appreciate what I do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accomodating
Why have I not heard from you?
You don't answer my messages.
Nor my knocks on the door.
Am I being ignored?
'It has taken me a long time to realize,
That switch that says 'Accomodating'...
Had always been on.
And when I recently turned it off...
I got so much accomplished.
Who knew that's all I had to do...
To restore a respect taken for granted,
By others...
Of my time.
There is so much I am learning,
About how I am regarded.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before They Had Anything Else to Offer
One knowing how to spell it,
Does not mean the definition is felt!
Comprehending the value,
Is much more a benefit than explaining its use.
An intellectual can bore.
A common man lives it!
However...
If there is none of it around,
And if it's only found on lips...
The prerequisite of it does not exist.
And today 'integrity' seems to sit,
As something reminisced
By those who actually remember
A time when it was taken for granted...
And everyone had it first,
'Before' they had anything else to offer!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True happiness.
Happiness is knowing,
that you are truly loved,
But that someone special.
Knowing that you are secure,
With the person you are,
Is also happiness.
Happiness is knowing,
that you have learned,
to believe, trust and most of all,
Love yourself, for the person that you are.
Having accomplished all that is needed,
to be a complete person on the inside,
Only then, can we be truly happy.
Being happy with ourselves,
We are ready to accept the happiness,
that awaits us in our lifetime,
And that is the greatest happiness of all.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Quickly And In A Swift Delete
I am romantic.
One who loves to touch.
I am the hug and cuddle type.
And I keep my distance,
From those uptight about it.
I am extremely compassionate.
And give affection easily.
But there are only just a few,
Who have seen this side of me.
Those who I thought were close,
To use me to throw under a bus...
In protection of their deceit.
I am sure they have discovered by now,
That a taking me for granted...
Removes them quickly and in a swift delete.
I am romantic and love to touch.
And I am not a collector of people,
To have around me much.
There is a certain kind of person,
Who's company I keep.
And anyone who ever takes me for granted.
They will learn I am not weak...
When I delete.
Be real, be you.
That is the only way to be.
Never take others for granted.
Be upfront with trust AND honesty.
These attributes today rare commodities.
Be real, be you.
That is the only way to be.
Be honest and true.
And value those with qualities like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
poem by Christina Phan
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Without you
I got to make it through without you,
I so sad to say that how much I had missed you,
I have mistreated you,
Took you for granted,
I am sorry for what I have done,
There is nothing I can do to make you stay,
Just say that we may remain as friends,
I am here without you,
You are there having fun with someone you probably love,
You probably don’t remember me,
I once took people for granted without knowing the consequences,
The consequences of hurt and pain,
Without you I have made me strong but yet still missing you,
1 there is nothing wrong with me,
2 there is something I have to say,
3 I am here with out you,
4 I miss you terribly,
But all is fair love is war.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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I Still Keep Remembering
When my thoughts are lingering
to when uncle Franck came to fetch me with his Chevrolet,
to times in my childhood days
where someone could set the way of my life,
I see Uncle Franck with as the person he had been,
as a man who trusted sincerely in God,
knowing that everything fit somewhere into the big whole,
and still I look at him with childhood eyes
as a man whose word had real meaning
and to when I had followed him with wobbling steps,
and he was a person that you ask for help at any time,
a person that would give to his own harm
and now that the darkness comes between us,
now that it brings overwhelming separation
with death
that jumps in between our lives
I still keep remembering...
poem by Gert Strydom
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Join The Club
The missing of someone taken for granted,
Is not easy to overcome.
When it is clear the feeling appears,
With the wish that person was close and near.
And everything done they did...
Had been to your benefit.
As you now find yourself,
Going from one extreme to the other.
Trying to find a replacement,
For the person dismissed.
With a wish they could witness...
Your broken heart!
Sitting you do...
Hoping for a return of the warmth remembered.
Before you chased that 'good thing' away.
On that fateful day when you had the nerve to say...
'If you can find somebody better than me,
You can leave! '
And you couldn't stop yourself quick enough,
Before those words fell from your lips.
And pride kept you from begging for forgiveness!
But that was then.
Now you do the best you can...
Trying to forget you had been that stupid!
Hey,
Join the club.
But I will say this...
Getting rid of the membership,
Aint all that easy!
It's best to take a long walk.
Before something regretted falls out of your mouth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Wishing Star
A wish to be granted
is a wish to be heard,
A star passes through
the earth's atmosphere,
Filling the night with
peaceful dreams.
I never doubt a single wish,
I say it with meaning,
Knowing every wish will be
granted,
Making this night special and
magical.
A wishing star will always keep
a promise,
If you open your heart and say
your wish with truth and meaning,
That is how you know your wish
will be granted.
'Thank you, wishing star, for
listening.'
Until the next time I see a
wishing star,
I will be waiting and ready to
make another wish.
poem by Derek James
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For Israel: A Small Poem Of Gratitude On Its Sixty- Fourth Independence Day
FOR ISRAEL: A SMALL POEM OF GRATITUDE ON ITS SIXTY- FOURTH INDEPENDENCE DAY
How can one person even think to begin to say
What so many would say?
The gratitude for the years of being here-
The gratitude for the blessings that have been given-
The beauty of so much done here-
The courage of so many and the sacrifice-
The children and the grandchildren
The life in Jerusalem-
The rain this year and the freshness of the land now-
Our ability to defend ourselves
The realization of a dream of so many generations in returning-
The friends we have-
The building of the country
The dream that somehow we will make Peace
The benefit we have in our inventions given to others
How can one person even begin to say all the thanks
For so much there is to be grateful for?
Thank God we are still here
May be worthy of Your Blessing in the future.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Process...
when the mystery is finally gone
and familiarity rests on the carpeted floors
the ticks begin to
multiply and breed what makes
us apart
this contempt for so much
knowing
the taking for granted of
what used to be
love's luxuries
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All Of My Creditors Want To Get Paid
This just dawned on me,
During a coincidental occurrence.
While during my daily walk.
And...
As is my custom,
Minding my own business.
I processed this while thinking...
How the words 'maybe' and 'if'...
Are interpretations of 'yes'.
Think about it!
How many times have you uttered,
Either a 'maybe' or 'if'?
To something you were prepared to say 'no' to.
And you believed yourself to have full consciousness.
'Gee...
I wish I could,
But...'
~Oh...
So you are saying,
You'd like to have a benefit revealed? ~
'Well...
Not exactly.
I see the benefit.
'MAYBE' or 'IF'...'
SOLD!
Forget it.
No need to resist.
Your 'maybe' or 'if'...
Began to make accomodating arrangements,
In your mind.
Somewhere to make,
Your decision 'fit'.
On the wall.
Or somewhere for it to sit!
Find sometime alone,
To convince 'yourself'...
You have not been had!
Then...
Drink a cup of tea.
Deciding which one of your creditors...
Will believe,
You were on your way to pay your bills...
When a wide screened TV,
Had your name on it!
And a salesman hypnotized you.
Leaving you without a cent in your pockets.
And you did realize this...
Until you got home,
Waiting...
For the delivery people!
Go ahead...
Use that excuse!
It sounds good to me.
Although,
All of my creditors want to get paid.
And hopefully...
One day they will!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Like Us
Life is given as a gift
So it should be taken as one
We should wake up thankful that the day came
When you feel like you have it worst
You can always look at the people who have nothing
Then you would realize that you have everything
The people who have nothing
Don’t take life for granted
They are very grateful for everyday that comes
But people like us who have lots
Take life for granted
We don’t stop to realize what we’ve got
Then before we know it, it’s gone.
Its people like us
Who lead the troops to war.
And kill thousands, all over land.
Frankly I don’t understand why we
All can’t just get over it and increase the love
We all have to have material things such as cell phones
Most of us couldn't even go a day with out them.
Most of them have never even seen a cell phone
Yet, we still take things for granted
Everyday you should think about those
People when your getting mad because you
Can’t get your way
And maybe then one day
People will stop taking things for granted
Especially life
And live every day as if it were their last.
People like us need
To be like people like them
poem by Colleen Martin
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The power of prayer
You pray a lot and take pride
That your prayers are granted
And you pray some more
Like a monk like a priest,
Sometimes I think about
Prayerful dogs, what if their
Prayers are granted too
Bones and more bones
Would surely rain from
The heavenly skies.
Oh yes, I pray, but if my
Prayers are not granted,
I still know that God loves me
He thinks my wants are not the best
For me, and he reserves the rest.
That really suits me best.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beginning to create again was something that I took for granted but I never will take it for granted again.
Our Task At Hand
If only more men could see, it’s not about down here, but Eternity,
But, Satan has blinded many eyes, to the Truths, he does despise,
As their heart he begins to deceive, like he did with Adam and Eve,
Questioning the very Word of God; fixing minds on the earthly sod.
For believers our job down here, is to make Gods Truth totally clear,
While fulfilling our primary role, as God moves on the wayward soul,
Being the light, which God requires, becoming all that Christ desires,
As God gives others spiritual sight, piercing darkness with His Light.
God works through the Holy Spirit, while we witness and they hear it,
Bringing light to God’s Revelation, focusing eyes upon His Salvation,
Today, believers must understand, the end for many souls is at hand,
And they will only have Eternal Life, through God’s Son, Jesus Christ.
The Truths that God put in our heart, to unbelievers we need to impart,
Knowing that The Holy Spirit is able, to change even that hardest fool,
And it’s The Lord God’s sole desire, to save all souls from eternal fire,
Through Christ’s redeeming sacrifice, providing all the way to Paradise.
All who continue believing Satan’s lie, apart from God will eternally die,
And o they must embrace God’s Truth, to avoid God’s eternal reproof,
So our task today is to lead all men, to Jesus Christ, to be Born Again,
Born from above into God’s Family, and granted life with God eternally.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Metamorphosis
The only one to experience,
'My' metamorphosis is 'me'.
To a degree I could not perceive.
With every aspect of it felt...
And losses sacrificed.
Much of 'that' out of another's sight!
And today with blessings,
Only God chose to ignite...
I live my life in such gratitude.
Knowing for me,
What it has been like...
To go through an upheavaled transformation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magic
Magic,
Can attract.
To...
Keep one mesmerized,
All their lives.
And...
Without a fantasizing it,
To...
Hynotize for somebody's,
Benefit.
Magic...
Will attract.
And...
Keep one seeking to stay hook,
As if it was a drug to eat and cook.
A magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From another place.
Removing everything taken once for granted.
It's magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From another place.
Removing everything one took for granted.
It's magic,
From another place.
Removing everything taken once for granted.
It's magic!
Whether black or white,
And removing everything to clear one's eyes.
Magic...
Will attract,
A magic!
Whether black or white,
Is a magic...
To not be denied,
As magic...
From places unseen.
And removing false things people claim to dream.
Magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
A magic...
Will remove false things people claim to dream.
A magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
It's magic...
That removes false things people claim to dream.
It's magic...
That removes things seen people always take for granted.
Magic...
Will remove false things people claim to dream.
A magic...
Will remove things seen people always take for granted.
It's magic...
That removes false things people claim to dream.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disturbed By the Process
What a convenience it is,
Not to think!
Or be disturbed by the process of thought!
I use to believe,
A request to be left alone...
Once admitted,
Should be respected.
Or that person left alone,
As requested.
Not thought of as a conquest!
Today?
People have no sense of 'self'.
With a choice to defend their ignorance.
Like a mob...
Choosing to tar and feather someone,
If that person declares a wish
To be from them dismissed!
This creates tensions that become animalistic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Reason And Rhyme That Connects
No one should assume,
They know someone so well...
As to take their expression of concern,
For granted.
Or believe they have stopped doing it,
Because that person is in an attitude...
And has exclusively to them shown this.
For no apparent reason.
And they have expressed this 'moodiness',
Before in the past to them.
If someone is taken for granted like that,
With beliefs that have not been validated.
But has been treated indifferently as time progresses,
By those with unfounded beliefs they hold onto...
They can also assume,
That a concern once expressed...
Will not again be addressed,
By someone who has stopped caring...
Less,
What it is that they believe.
Eventually those assumptions held in their minds,
Will connect to find...
Someone that has been dismissed,
To them has been genuine.
There is a reason and rhyme that connects,
To everything with time given it that takes place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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