Epistle l
what if you built a tree-house
and suddenly the supporting
branches of your airy aerie
disappeared-vanished quite
and left the roof momentarily
suspended in mid-air, before the
leafy couvercle crashed down
at the usual speed of 32ft/second?
That's what it would be like
if suddenly your dear little mind
were cleansed of its assumptions
swept bare-what a scare
of, yes, assumptions, those children
of Memory and Usage, those kids
that refuse to leave home
having too comfortable a stay
given you by father, fashion, faith,
that you love but resent
the need to feed; after all, you got 'em,
and they're not going anywhere-
undisplaceable, ineraseable
passively borne
like a bathtub its sepia ring
obliging you to rocket
to Mars or sound ocean's bottom.
What folly. How scary it that?
All those assumptions gone?
Peace at the cost of new anxiety...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.
You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That One Who Condones Assumptions
One who leeches and perceives,
They can not mooch off another...
Because it is believed,
That person has nothing to offer...
Or bring to the table for that one to feed,
And eat to feast freely...
Assumptions are kept.
And that person is left alone.
However...
When it is discovered a person can impress,
But refuses to address it...
To leave that to go unexpressed or addressed,
That person...
Who may have been the same one,
Sitting alone to condone assumptions...
Often becomes pestered by the ones,
Who 'thought' there was nothing there to mooch.
But there is always one thing known,
By that one who condones assumptions...
A peace of mind that has been earned and not borrowed,
Will never be nibbled upon to feed anyone...
Who first knows nothing about respect.
And yet expects...
Not to be suspected to be a selfish and self centered leech.
A wisdom obtained,
Isn't always something exposed and known...
To be part of a public domain.
And often it is best,
To play and hold one's cards...
As close to the chest as they can get.
Especially in some environments,
Where expressing disrespect to others...
Is not only accepted but expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our choice of a reform framework dictated that we looked at the fundamental assumptions that had driven Nigeria's economy, society and policy hitherto and to seek ways of either abandoning or transcending those assumptions and their supporting institutions.
quote by Ibrahim Babangida
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Assumptions Kept
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And when this is discovered,
Do you do your best to pretend to forget...
When in the presence of someone,
You hope has forgotten your disrespect?
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And those assumptions had been shared,
By others also like you...
Assuming throughout their lives,
That what they hear about others is true.
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And the only thing you can do is your best...
To prove to the ones you have done this to,
Is to prove to them you are not the fool...
You have shown yourself to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Editing My Assumptions
It is not as easy as it may appear,
To the one reading to listen...
With an open mind and attentive ears.
What for them,
May or may not be clear.
At times I find I am editing my assumptions.
With a wish to be understood,
Without diluting a comprehension...
To include something else believed is meant.
I allow myself this torment.
At times I find I am editing my assumptions,
Instead of leaving what has been said and meant...
To either be accepted or offend.
And feeling defensive is not my intension.
But neither can I define,
What might be on someone else's mind.
Especially at those times when I care less...
In the letting my assumptions go unedited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Euclid taught me that without assumptions there is no proof. Therefore, in any argument, examine the assumptions.
Most High On Kingdom's Throne
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
You may even be groomed upon it,
Until for you...
It becomes a craving in your head.
But know this...
From my lips not whispered,
You will never defeat me!
You know why?
My life is not based upon opinions told,
Rumors or babbled smattered...
With a smearing of lies.
And while you are asleep with visions to defeat me,
I am awake to salivate upon teachings I feed and seek.
Where?
At the feet where my Father sits Most High,
On Kingdom's Throne.
And people like me are welcomed to greet and meet,
The Almighty.
No matter if we gather together.
Or if it's requested one visits Him alone.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Defeating the children taught by my Father,
May be your wish.
However...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
Or are even known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Begin challenging your own assumptions. Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in awhile, or the light won't come in.
quote by Alan Alda
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Playing With Assumptions
In a start-up company you basically throw out assumptions
When one knows a person better- they make presumption
Are our liberal instincts gone astray, interest fades to fray?
Assumptions are termites against relationships, lest we prays.
Vast metaphysical assumptions acclaim many paths to God
Christ said “I am the way, the Truth, Emanuel, God’s rod.
Chiefly most have a big reaction against wrong estimating.
Devaluing and underrating the human connection is grating.
Wisdom considered the whole: ‘the start, middle and the end.’
Cause a positive side to this narrative is a summery to blend.
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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You must assume
There is no certainty
That Jesus was born on December 25th.
There is no certainty
That the departed soul exists and hears us.
There must be assumptions
Where there are no evidences available.
Assumptions agreed on,
They should not be disputed wantonly.
03.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Change 'Premise' To 'Promise
The premise is there,
Based upon certain assumptions...
To us given.
Although the promise to deliver,
What had been expected is missing...
It would be in our best interest,
To conclude our investigation to be complete.
'But to move forward on a premise,
Leaves what is needed left circumstantial.'
There are the same letters in the word 'premise',
As there are in 'promise'.
Exchange the 'e' for the 'o'...
And no one would ever know the difference,
If the evidence is based upon circumstances...
That concludes our investigation.
Or if assumptions accepted as proof was used.
'So...
No one would ever know,
The evidence we have collected...
Is actually inconclusive? '
Look...
No one here is attempting to prove,
We are scholars or rocket scientists.
Change 'premise' to 'promise' and that's it!
There is no need to be bogged down,
With specifics and details.
This is not that kind of case.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing Of It
Putting those assumptions most have aside,
The only one who really has the right to live a life...
The way they would like and decided,
Would be the one making their own way...
Through a thicket of weeds,
No one else has made efforts to remove...
With a proving done of an end result.
Anyone who believes,
A voicing of their opinion to leave and influence...
With assumptions mention,
Need only to do one of two things.
Either take one step or two away from 'themselves'.
To agree that a decision made by one,
And no one else can be done with one's doing of it.
Again.
And there is evidence of this.
There is nothing like,
The minding of one's own business...
That validates with a certainty,
One's own wishes.
Without direction suggested or requested,
From another.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfounded By Hearsay
I spent five months,
Recuperating in a hospital...
Once.
And feeling depths of isolation,
With drifting expectations.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
Blessed I am to have had experiences,
Many with closed mindsets...
Have yet in their limited realities,
Been exposed to have bestowed.
And I have more of an understanding,
Of those who have managed to live alone...
With a pulling up of their bootstraps,
And to ignore those trapped...
With nothing else to offer but passed judgements,
Within walls of their false comfort zones.
And believing them to remain like that forever.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
If someone lies long enough to themselves,
And feed their lies to others to believe...
Reality,
When it finally arrives...
Is worse than facing a created enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Embarrass Yourself With Those Assumptions
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You took time to boast of those things you have.
Remember laughing at my possessions?
You referred to them as rags.
Remember I made attempts,
To share with you my experiences?
And you spent your time dismissing them.
To be with your colleagues.
And other cling on pretentious friends.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
Am I suppose to forgive and forget,
The agony you left I met?
Or are you that stupid to believe I am?
And my heart awaits for us to reconnect?
You must stop embarrassing yourself,
With those assumptions.
Please...
Don't embarrass yourself with those assumptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than minority of them - never become conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?
quote by C.S. Lewis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suddenly
Suddenly I see the forest
behind each single tree.
Suddenly I see stars shine.
They're shining just for me.
Suddenly I know just why
they've all come into view.
It's all because I fell in love.
I fell in love with you.
Suddenly I see the rivers
that form from every stream.
Suddenly I see the pictures
so clearly when I dream.
And suddenly I know just why
I'm never feeling blue.
It's all because I fell in love.
I fell in love with you.
Suddenly from out of the blue
it took me by surprise
that all the things I could not see
were right before my eyes.
And suddenly, so suddenly
I opened up and knew
that it happened when I fell in love.
I fell in love with you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bacelli’s Walnut Tree
Bacelli’s Walnut Tree
Not far the corner of my home's knee
Just some yards above the road
Stands on its glory the Big Walnut Tree
Branched right and left over the road
As the years jump on line and the clock ticks
I can see through the epochs and curtain blinds
Babies being born, marriages, deaths, wars and miseries
Misfortunes and happiness experienced by Bacellis
This Big Walnut Tree, the old sincere angel
The witness so fair for a hundred years.
I often come back to this Walnut Tree
I kneel and pray in silence
As a great grandmother in need
I ate the tasty nuts of this tree
As my father, my pop did once
All of them fellows Bacelli
Yes, indeed my sons will try them too
My granddaughters and grandsons
The Walnut Tree fetches, embraces all generations
Keeping inside the live ones and protecting the dead Bacellis
When my father was gone and buried
The Walnut Tree joined me in grieving
Fruit stalled, tears dropped
No leaves, no flowers, no nuts, all disappeared
The Walnut Tree nearly did perish
It dried and vanished like a storm turning greyish
Other times the Big Walnut Tree shed tears
Three times, when Bacellis' house scorched on skies
Humbled disappearing fast through sparkling fires
The Big Walnut Tree of Bacellis
It's my home, my shelter and my roof
When I need to go back to my roots
To meet Bacellis and the dead ones that I miss
On my troubled days of New York
For crashed sweet nuts in my bag I check
With my finger I touch the exquisite silk
Of my Big Walnut Tree at home back
poem by Agim Bacelli
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Suddenly
Orbison/melson
Suddenly, my heart stood still
Suddenly, the sight of you gave me a thrill
Suddenly
Suddenly, i see you everywhere
Suddenly, all at once i seem to care for you
Suddenly
So suddenly i found you
To think you were near all the time
I've often been around you
I don't know how i could have been so blind
Suddenly, my world is new
Suddenly, suddenly there's only you
Suddenly
So suddenly i found you
To think you were near all the time
I've often been around you
I don't know how i could have been so blind
Suddenly, suddenly you're my dream come true
Suddenly, suddenly there's only you
So suddenly
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Scene After Dinner....
an empty drinking glass
falls from the hand of the house
help,
it breaks on the floor into
pieces
we hear the sound of the breaking
the shattering
we do not mind, drinking glasses break
the sound is usual and we do not
ever dare to ask why as we are busy
with our usual business
i am reading a book, you are rendering
an accounting on a yellow paper
the guest is preoccupied with the internet
booking for a ticket back home
there is another sound of breaking
that is not evident to everyone in the house
that evening after dinner
and suddenly there is a blackout of the whole island
it is hot, and humid and we perspire
we do not complain, as there is no use
we hear the sound of a breaking as loud as
a nuclear bomb in Hirosma as a documentary film
in National Geographic, we suffer, silently,
we are becoming deaf, we do not mind anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Who Came Brought Their Assumptions
There was a meeting at the junction.
Some who came brought their assumptions,
And expressed gumptions malfunctioned...
With a numbing of tongues,
Leaving a spewing undone.
There was no spitting of a bitterness.
Some who came to do it,
Had been tamed and dissed.
What has happened overnight,
Has had an affect on their brains.
With a wished conflict now seen remissed.
Expected were some frowning lips.
And signs of that some said they missed.
But something in the air has been changed.
Everyone seemed quite sane.
With a peace maintained.
There was a meeting at the junction.
Some who came brought their assumptions,
And expressed gumptions malfunctioned...
With a numbing of tongues,
Leaving a spewing undone.
There was no spitting of a bitterness.
Some who came to do it,
Had been tamed and dissed.
With a wished conflict now seen remissed.
And the shaking of hands.
Without lifted balled fists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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