Test The Ambition
That cannot be sustained,
That cannot be maintained
And that cannot be contained
Should not, from ambitions, be started.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not To Temporary Borrow
What is it you are here to prove?
A truth...
That I borrowed?
And,
What is it you're here to prove and to who?
A truth...
Untold?
With a telling of a version,
You hope gets sold.
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
What is it you're here to prove and to who?
A truth...
That I borrowed?
Well...
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and it is sustained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and remains unchanged.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cobblestones
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops. The synagogue, set up as synagogues always are, for people, contained the rabbi. The classroom, set up as classrooms always are, for chairs, contained the professor. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, beside the grave, contained the mother. The word, set up as words always are, beyond hearing, contained the syllables. The prose, set up as prose always is, in census-rectangles, contained the phenomena. The nation, set up as nations always are, in questionnaire rooms, contained the sworn. The can, set up as cans always are, with ornate paper covers, contained the chicken o’noodle soup, with the circular noodles. Abacus, guitar, and quipu, set up as abacus, guitar and quipu always are, hieratically on notional strings, contained tobacco’s troubadours. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, next to the grave, contained the sister. The elegy, set up as elegies always are, dishonestly, contained the family. The steak, set up as steaks always are, artificially reddened, contained the fat. The rectangular venetian blinds, set up as rectangular venetian blinds always are, in the windowframe, contained the slats. The DNA, set up as DNA always is, in double helixes, contained the and. The word people, set up as the word people always is, in writing, contained the o.
poem by Aaron Fogel
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Even On Sundays
When people begin using excuses,
To destroy themselves with self abuse...
As a means to show their abilities,
To rely on crutches that allow them...
A continuance to feed on discouragement.
They prove to no one,
They have a faith kept that is maintained.
Even on Sundays their routines are seen,
As being highly hypocritical and sustained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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India’s 65th Independence Day Celebrations
Sixty-five years free, we’ve been;
Lot of changes, we have seen;
Past struggles are evergreen;
Is India, an improved scene?
Freedom got through sacrifice;
Non-violence was prime device;
Freedom’s cost, hefty a price –
Is forgotten in a trice?
Life is good, can be better;
Indians are a trend-setter;
Yet, brethren end in fetters;
Things happen in mere letters.
Lot more things ought to be done;
Crimes have become almost fun;
Militants roam with own guns;
Food wastage occurs in tons.
Prices have to be contained;
Peace and amity maintained;
Love of neighbour, be retained;
Perseverance, be sustained.
Future appears quite rosy;
People can live much happy;
Leaders must be less cosy;
Lives of common man, sappy.
Corruption must be stamped out;
There must be no room for clout;
Workers need to work, not shout;
Life will improve without a doubt.
Jai Bharat! Jai Bharatiya!
(15-08-11)
poem by John Celes
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Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.
quote by Seamus Heaney
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Since we started, Chris and I had theatrical ambitions.
quote by Neil Tennant
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Density Contained
A massive self indulgence,
Prevents comprehension.
An intention is made,
To persuade and convince...
Within one's mind,
Thrives common sense.
But a density contained,
Does not release
An empthy maintained
To prosper meaningful dialogue shared.
Since there is no one else
To care about!
There in the absence...
Shown and exposed from a limited brain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which One Would Have a Better Chance
Who is better equipped,
To endure a prolonged and costly conflict?
Those accustomed to it with an appetite.
Or those nurtured on video games...
Created in 3-D.
Turned off after a few hours,
To eat sandwiches and other snacks.
To begin again,
After studying what strategies to use to win!
Which one would have a better chance,
To defeat the other?
'That's easy!
Anyone who can afford to play...
And keep their game updated!
Hopefully with sustained patriotism maintained.
With lots of mayo.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Learned How to Fly
On cinder blocks it sat our nest.
A cozy three room flat of bricks.
My sister and I would laugh and cry,
As our parents did their best...
Resisting the ease to quit!
With values maintained,
We took flight without regret.
We learned how to fly...
Sustained by dignity and respect.
And today we take those visions taught...
Instilled by Mom and Dad.
Others who felt we were locked within delusions,
Are reaping a sadness...
They assumed we once had!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intensed Suspension
Sensitive...
And in you I am.
There to feel your glee,
And sorrow.
There to feel a smile maintained.
Although under the surface,
I know more is contained.
Sensitive...
Without a word spoken.
I come to you to give.
A presence you can depend on,
Knowing with a hug what it is...
To live life like this,
And what you need from me.
And what we agree we miss!
It is my sense to sense when your senses,
Have spent intensed suspension...
In sensitivity.
You like that I know that?
I know...
Me too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It would be difficult to have any unfulfilled ambitions because I don't have any ambitions. I've never been that kind of performer.
How Best To Reach For The Stars
It's not that I stay away and cleared,
From people who have acquired and obtained,
A sustained and maintained hold that is loved...
Onto their treasured bling and things.
I do not player hate.
It's just that I have a prejudice with a taste,
For bigotry...
That doesn't seem to want to leave me,
With a bitterness on my tongue...
The very moment I learn,
What some have done with their teachings.
You see...
These are the very same people,
Who keep others suppressed to digest...
How best to reach for the stars,
While keeping their own feet nailed...
Cemented in fresh concrete.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Attack
Enmity struck his heart,
Inside his body the part
Was heard to crack and make
A little blood of ache.
Houses of silver contained
Me with fright and maintained
A stable condition in hospital
Where I dissolved my juices to belittle.
Struck by the inward attack,
The heart blasted and was black.
The death of a jobbed manager
Was continuously a danger.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sitting With Constipated Dreams!
If I don't 'do'...
I will always feel I can't.
And 'if' I go ahead and 'do' do...
Someone somewhere will not like it!
Making a bigger 'stink' of it than I have made.
Creating a fuss.
As if I must seek their approval first.
My sole purpose is not to be afraid,
To release and accomplish my ambitions.
And if I don't do this,
When the time that movement comes...
Feeling natural.
As it churns my stomach with desire,
To let what's inside of me go.
I'll become just like everyone else,
Sitting with constipated dreams!
And I choose to cleanse myself of that!
Once I get up on my feet.
And off my backside!
With a plan to complete my task.
Knowing what needs to be done,
To keep my flow active!
By maintaining a sustained grasp...
On my own wishes I don't dismiss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Are
If you are pure in heart
Success is there at your door
If you are pure in heart
I am yours.
Love and love
And not wars
That is with us always
O my dear I am here
Come and speak a few words
Listening that I can awake.
I know You are transparent like glass
Like sky like light like love-fight
I know you are calling me day and night
And I am here preparing myself with
Full valor and zeal and flying like a kite.
O my dear, I am certained
And confidence is with me
You must come to me and stay
For a while with the life I maintained
With rules and regulations as you contained.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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You've Got It. Finally...You've Got It
A pain remains,
If I keep it sustained...
In my brain.
'You've got it.
I think you've got it.
Repeat that,
A-gain.'
A pain remains,
If I keep it sustained...
In my brain.
'By jove you've got it.
Finally...
You've got it.'
I do?
'Yes, you do.'
A pain remains,
If I keep it sustained...
In my brain.
I think I've got it.
'You do.
You do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus Maintained
Gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!
And gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!
I've got to reach,
With my focus maintained.
And,
I've got to keep...
My focus maintained.
And,
I've got to seek...
With my focus maintained,
And prepared I am to change...
Keeping focus maintained.
Gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!
I've got to reach,
With my focus maintained.
And,
I've got to keep...
My focus maintained.
And,
I've got to seek...
With my focus maintained,
And prepared I am to change...
Keeping focus maintained.
I'm teased a lot!
But my focus maintains.
I dream a lot!
But my focus maintains.
My needs don't stop!
But my focus maintains.
And prepared I am to change...
Keeping focus maintained.
I'm teased a lot!
But my focus maintains.
I dream a lot!
But my focus maintains.
My needs don't stop!
But my focus maintains.
And prepared I am to change...
Keeping focus maintained.
Gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Subjective Objectivity
Shallow.
Too hollow to perceive
One victimized by their deeds
Was not far beyond reach...
Of mental observation.
Shallow.
They who fed from prolonged contentment,
Resented lives led...
But refused to change!
Refused to see,
A bitterness contained stunted their stagnation!
Remaining in sustained defiance they stand.
With subjective objectivity...
They ensured they would be left behind!
Enduring the nothingness cultivated in their minds.
And willing to share their findings!
In caves where they dig in pursuit of light...
Ignoring the fading voices of rescue!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exciting and warm
So exciting and warm
Not even can do a storm
A sense of fulfillment
Total surrender with commitment
It is easy to digest the poison
But not to hold the storm for any reason
Lava can calm down after eruption
Yet the storms after all storm
I gave a go ahead
The face was so bright and red
It read and re-read the signal
It was if offing for its arrival
It is exciting finish with satisfaction
A lot more sense with lovely indication
If that storm can be contained
Better relation for times to come can be maintained
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Great Divide
If you are that kind of person,
Who does not understand...
That pieces of a jiggsaw puzzle,
Creates a completed picture...
As an end result,
Of putting those pieces together...
You are one of those people seeking,
Answers to your questions.
And no one seems to have the patience.
You are on the other side of the great divide.
If you are that kind of person,
Who needs little explanation to what is observed...
You appear to have a peace of mind.
And have adjusted through changing times.
You have been the kind most likely misunderstood.
The power of faith is in your face.
There is a comprehension sustained that is maintained.
With a quiet calmness carried within obtained.
You are one of statements and impatient in debate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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