Quarrel In Old Age
WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,
put her in a rage.
I had forgiven enough
That had forgiven old age.
All lives that has lived;
So much is certain;
Old sages were not deceived:
Somewhere beyond the curtain
Of distorting days
Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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No Place For It At All
I have forgiven you.
I have!
There is no resentment,
Stirring within me that brews!
Although the images remain
As impressions on my mind!
But I don't find the time,
To relive them
Like I use to do!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
And all the things you did...
To make my life a living hell
When I was a kid!
And the tears I shed,
When I felt then
That I was better off dead!
When I had no bed of my own.
And you could care less...
About the mess you left us in!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
But what I had to learn,
Was to forgive myself
For the burning inside of hatred I carried!
I buried my emotions in my chest!
Now released.
My mind is now in completed peacefulness!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
I had to.
Resentment is something 'you' lived with!
I have no place for it at all!
You taught me not to want it around!
And to leave it,
Wherever it was noticed, recognized and found!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
Don't let that ever be your concern!
There is much more worth to my life,
God has kept me here on this Earth yearning!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
If I had not...
You would not be left,
With that thought to wonder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Forgiven Ones
the forgiven ones
share their plates & their fires
wear hand-me-down clothes
& old worn out shoes...
the forgiven ones
plant their seeds in the earth
plow thru the darkness
waiting for the sun & the rain
the forgiven ones
stand by the woman giving birth
take the orphans to their breasts
& call now home
the forgiven ones
share the same language
let go of their anger
& carry each other's loads
the forgiven ones
pray with their hands
sing with their tears
& fight with their hearts...
the forgiven ones...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let Go of Feeling Low and Busted
Let go of feeling low and busted,
Because of those once trusted...
Have disappointed to leave you in grief.
With a taking of your trust to crush it.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
Your feelings can be easily changed.
Since those who have deceived you,
Have deceived others too.
And you only have two eyes to dry.
Deceivers looking for a place to hide...
Will be crying for the rest of their lives.
Despised by more than one pair of eyes.
Your feelings can be easily changed.
Since those who have deceived you,
Have deceived others too.
And the lives they 'had' lived doing it,
Will never be the same.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy Livin
This is a thing I have
Never known before
Its called easy livin
This is a place ive
Never seen before
And Ive been forgiven
Easy livin and Ive been forgiven
Since youve taken
Your place in my heart
Somewhere along the lonely road
I had tried to find you
Day after day on that windy road
I had walked behind you
Easy livin and Ive been forgiven
Since youve taken
Your place in my heart
Waiting, watching
Wishing my whole life away
Dreaming, thinking
Ready for my happy day
And some easy livin
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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It is easier often to forgive than to be forgiven; yet it is fatal to be willing to be forgiven by God and to be reluctant to be forgiven by men.
quote by Charles Williams
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Hey, Mr. Dj, I Thought You Said We Had A Deal
I could never sleep my way to the top
'cause my alarm clock always wakes me right up
And since my options had been whittled away
I struck a bargain with my radio dj
I said i'd like this song to be number one
He said "i'd really really like to help you my son"
And then i knew that i would have him to thank
Because he asked me how much i had in the bank
He said to think long term investment and
That all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives
He said the record wouldn't have to be hot
And no one ever seemed to care if it's not
It would depend on something else that i've got
And that the other ones who'd given it a shot
Had seen a modest sum grow geometrically
And then they had forgiven themselves
Because the net reward had justified
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives*
Hey mr. dj, i thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said, "you scratch my back and i'll scratch your record"
And i thought you said we had a deal
Well, i told you about the world (its address)
I wonder when they're gonna clean up the mess
You know the rabid child is still tuning in
Chess piece face's patience must be wearing thin
Because they haven't played this song on the air
Not that anyone but me even cared
And the disk jockey has moved out of town
The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be found
He said to think long term investment and
That all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives
Hey mr. dj, i thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said, "you scratch my back and i'll scratch your record"
And i thought you said we had a deal
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Days Of Our Lives
How many times have you walked through my door
How many times have you heard my song before
How many lines until the end of time
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you hear mother say
You would do fine if you didn't sleep all day
Oh mother dear, I'll get a job next year
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you walk down the street
Avoiding cracks that were thrown at your feet
These rainy days were sent to make us pay
But these are the days of our lives
How many roads must a woman walk down
How many walls will surround the town
All that I am could get us out of here
These are the days of our lives
Did you believe in the stories at night
Weren't you afraid when they turned out the light
Oh, such a gas, I'm sorry it won't last
These are the days of our lives
These are the days that some of us regret
These are the days we learn to forget
These are the days that turn us out this way
These are the days of our lives
Of our lives
song performed by by Travis
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Your Wish To Be Forgiven Is Granted
Expecting to be easily forgiven,
By someone who's life...
Has been effectively ruined,
By the telling of lies?
Your lies?
Try this...
Land in a space ship,
In broad daylight wherever that person lives.
Exit from it carrying a rainbow of colorful balloons.
And in your hand present them with a check,
For five million dollars.
And then cross your fingers 'hoping',
Your wish to be forgiven is granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Leaf Minus a Thousand
Why is it so difficult
when looking at, say, a leaf,
without the imprint
of thousands of other leaves
distorting the view?
To be able to observe something
as we did the first time
we set eyes upon it,
when we were
also as fresh and new
as spring buds:
ah, now that would be
a noteworthy event.
If only we had known
back then the gravity,
the urgency of that first glimpse
of a rainbow, or even the reflection
of a rainbow in a still pond,
might we have written
better poems,
lived richer lives?
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Always The 'Who' That Gets One Through
Those who set out to ruin lives,
Consciously.
To then awaken with guilt and expectations,
Consciously.
That an awaiting for a forgiveness given to exonerate them,
Is not on the minds of the ones...
Who have spent time on the other end,
Healing and mending from wounds consciously inflicted...
By those who assume a skipping away from their deeds done,
Is the same wish by someone who has forgiven to forget.
Especially when the suffering with pain is involved.
People may be seen to be completely 'restored' from sorrows.
If recovery actually is done to come.
However...
It was their faith and determination alone,
With a gritting of teeth that got them off their knees.
To remember every detail vividly,
As to how, when, where, why and who...
Put them there in the first place.
And it is ALWAYS...
Always the 'who' that gets one through a process,
Never to be forgotten.
'It's so good to see you healthy and fit.
I am glad you have forgiven me.
You have...haven't you?
Say something.
Why are you smiling? '
~No particular reason.
Just thinking of how I would have handled this,
Years ago.~
'Handled what? '
~My thoughts.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family Forgiveness
Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be.
For the teen that use to be,
The nine year old girl whom eyes now,
Turn to water falls with the site of the bedroom,
Her daddy not to long ago tucked her in for the night,
And her little brother and her shared their pillow fights.
Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be.
For that teenage girl,
Knowing that her sister,
Her own bloods hand constructed all of this,
Makes it even more heart breaking.
Even after all this time has gone by,
That same teenage girl can’t understand,
Why would her own blood destroy,
Her real dads house after he is dead.
The disrespect lay there so apparent,
green and in dirt.
Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be.
For destroying all that is left,
For destroying all that you were holding on too.
Once to be a respectable mans,
Nine year old girls play house,
But now is only just a house of pot.
Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be,
Because she is my sister, and I have to.
It is in the contract,
And my conscience tells me so.
This will always be,
Forgiven but not forgotten.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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I'm Already Dead
I have forgiven my sin's
I have forgiven myself.
I have forgiven my friends
I will remember my straits
I will remember my weaknesses
I remember hate
I remember love
I remember the diference
I know the difference between a friend and an enemy
I know myself and how to die
Know if i can only teach myself how too live
For without living.
u are already dead.
poem by Lucy Vojtesek
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Stop Being So Dramatic
You tell me what you think and mean.
But why you don't,
Let it go!
When we're walking in the streets,
There's always a scene.
And under spotlight...
You begin your show.
Let it go.
Your past and those bitter things.
Let it go.
Why can't,
You let it go.
Does your happiness mean anything?
Then you've got to let stuff go!
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
Those worst of fanatics.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You spend your days fantasizing from your window.
Locked up tight without a social life.
And you tell 'me' I'm growing old.
But I'm not sitting with my eyes half closed.
Or watching my life pass by...
From a window.
Let it go.
Your past and those bitter things.
Let it go.
Why can't,
You let it go.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You tell me what you think and mean.
But why you don't,
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You let life flow to pass you from your window!
Framed-in-pain...
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go!
Stop being so dramatic.
You need a hit to spark that light inside!
Let it go.
Stop being so dramatic.
Let it go!
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
You let life flow to pass you from your window!
Stop being so dramatic.
Stop being so dramatic.
Stop being so dramatic.
Stop being,
The worst of fanatics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My God Is Good To Me
My God my God is so good to me, if only other men could really see.
If only they would open their eyes to see who reigns above the skies.
If they looked they would surely see just how my God watches over me.
My God walks with me everywhere to show me how much He truly cares.
He guides me each and every day as He gently shows me a better way.
Christ died to take away my sin so that I could live my life for Him.
He leads me in the path I trod for my life to glorify The Living God.
If I choose another path to take, my life I know God won’t forsake.
Christ is with me to the end of time, for I am His and He is mine.
Not only is He with me to the end, my Lord even calls me His friend.
He’s not a god far out in space, as He came to show Love and Grace.
And He’s not a god man can’t reach, that is what we’re here to teach.
He is a God from far and wide, and from our God no man can hide.
Neither does He hide His Love, as He sends it down from up above.
And this love to earth that He sends changes the very heart of men.
Men who were lost and deceived, with The Spirit are able to believe.
Christ came with His life to give so we could have New Life to live.
You too can have New Life in Him, no matter how much you’ve sinned.
He’s forgiven all your past behavior and He wants to be your Savior.
Just come to God in Christ’s Name and He’ll be sure to make a change.
The Spirit has no small part, as He lives in every believer’s heart.
It is Christ’s Spirit that lives in me and how God has set me free.
Today accept Christ into your heart and you too can have a new start.
And then my friend you could see just how good my God can truly be.
(Copyright ©09/2004)
Lowered down on a mat
Four of them carried me up the steps at the side
and then they began to open the rooftop wide.
They lowered me on my mat right down to the ground
at the feet of Jesus with people standing round.
Jesus saw the faith of my friends and said to me
'You are forgiven take up your mat and go free.'
But as He healed me and when I took up my bed
'Blasphemy, only God can forgive, ' someone said.
Then Jesus replied 'Why are you thinking these things? '
'For the Son of Man has power to forgive sins.'
'Is Your sins are forgiven' easier to say'
'Than the words, ‘Take up your mat and walk on your way? '
So I took up my mat and walked out of their view
for I had not just been healed but forgiven too.
All the people present praised God for what they saw.
No one had experienced anything like this before.
Written after reading Mark 2: 3-12
Precious Things
Some people guard their money
as being the most precious thing
in their lives.
Some people worship their loved ones
as being the most precious thing
out side of heaven they will ever get.
Some people declare to everyone
they have no precious things at all,
but their way of thinking has a tiny flaw.
Everyone will have something precious,
something that they would
give up their lives for.
Something so dear to them
it is worth every sacrifice they have to make
so long as they never lost if from their lives.
12 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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On The Lonely Side Of Town
On the lonely side of town
When no one else is around
Her brown eyes cry those tears
Over her loves from the past years
Her heart is breaking without a sound
On the lonely side of town
She feels just like a clown
With tears pouring from her eyes
With no rhymn or reason why
But life has turned her upside down
On the lonely side of town
Her head is hanging down
Shaking from side to side
With not much left of her pride
There on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is lost behind her frown
But in ways she may never know
Her love fine it's way to show
And by her love she is bound
On the lonely side of town
You can hear the old train sound
Reminding her of those days
When life glowed with brighter rays
Even on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is loved by leaps and bounds
Even though she may not see
Love'S the only thing that's free
And it creaps up on her without a sound
poem by Norman Hale
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The Way You Want Me To
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
Girl like you're wastin all your time
You're going outta your mind
Well all the tears you been cryin
And I don't want the things he's putting you through
The cheatin only can prove
You never know what to do
Yeah
Just tell me what you feel inside
Stop thinking about foolish pride
Coz I could see me in your eyes
The way that you've been holding tight
It's time to begin to feel
The kind of love that's really real
Yeah
Girl let me tell you the deal
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
It's time for you to decide
What you want from your life
Don't want to compromise
Coz I can give you everything that you need
Open your eyes and you'll see
That I can set you free baby
You come to me with a broken heart
You'll feel the love from the very start
It's time for you to part
From a man that leaves you in the dark
It's time to find a man to break you from the trance
Now baby here is your chance
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
I know just what you're going through
You need love that'll always be true
Look at my eyes
Girl I'll give it to you
The way you want me to
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
Won't throw no shame on you
Don't wanna put you through
Those lives you've lived before
Coz I can give you more
Baby take my hand
And try to understand
That I'll be here for you
Just the way you want me to
The way you want me to
The way you want me to
song performed by by 98 Degrees from Revelation
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Intelligence
There are two kinds of intelligence;
The first one is acquired from childhood,
school, and workplace
Collected information from traditional sources
The second, is an Archive preserved inside
A fountainhead flowing from within, outward
First lives in brain
Second lives in soul
First, logical
Second, reasonable
First, smart
Second, wise
“Blessed we human beings
With so much to us gifted
Forgiven be our failings
Until to Heaven lifted”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Little Book
When the beloved disciple took
The angels' little open book,
Which by the Lord's command he eat,
It tasted bitter after sweet.
Thus when the gospel is embraced,
At first 'tis sweeter to the taste
Than honey, or the honey-comb,
But there's a bitterness to come.
What sweetness does the promise yield,
When by the Spirit's power sealed?
The longing soul is filled with good,
Nor feels a wish for other food.
By these inviting tastes allured,
We pass to what must be endured;
For soon we find it is decreed,
That bitter must to sweet succeed.
When sin revives and shows its pow'r.
When Satan threatens to devour,
When God afflicts and men revile,
We drag our steps with pain and toil.
When thus deserted, tempest-tossed,
The sense of former sweetness lost;
We tremble lest we were deceived
In thinking that we once believed.
The Lord first makes the sweetness known,
To win and fix us far his own;
And though we now some bitter meet,
We hope for everlasting sweet.
poem by John Newton
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