I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.
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Not Within Sight Of My Comfort Zone
You've wounded yourself,
With self pity.
And...
You've stunk up good intentions,
Not to mention the burning of the bridges.
And...
No one thinks a maturity grew.
This is proven in observing things done you do.
And I,
Volunteered...
To bring to you happiness.
Or show you how to lead,
If you learn how to follow.
But you wont allow yourself,
The experience of acceptance.
You've wounded yourself,
With self pity.
Not to mention the burning of the bridges.
And lifetime friendships ditched.
This has been proven,
In observing things done you do.
And I,
Volunteered...
To bring to you happiness.
Or show you how to lead,
If you ever learn how to follow.
But you wont allow yourself,
The experience of acceptance.
And begging you to share with me 'joy'...
Is not within sight of my comfort zone.
And I,
Volunteered...
To bring to you happiness.
One to call your very own!
Or show you how to lead,
If you ever learn how to follow.
A guided trip,
Affords one the comfort to absorb.
Not to sit like a sponge,
Soaked and ready to be squeezed...
Until such pain creates nightmares.
To have you there with me and frightened,
Is not within sight of my comfort zone...
To be stung.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Metaphors
Like the unicorn,
they have to need to be;
to hear our need for them to be.
Like time,
they must creep up on the writer,
on the reader,
invisible
yet with inevitability
which cannot be escaped.
Like thieves,
they must enter unannounced,
take what they must.
Like mice,
they must take up residence
until there is no longer sustenance for them.
Like bailiffs,
they must demand entrance;
be admitted;
take their just exchange.
Like housekeepers,
they must earn their keep
by keeping us in all we ask of them.
Like lovers,
they must prove themselves
part of our lives
until our earthly sentence ends the dream.
Like children,
they must know their place;
then be loved just for themselves
beyond life itself.
Like life:
revealing its boundlessness
in a landscape that stretches out, is limitless.
Writer - reader -
care for a metaphor as for one you love:
as you love yourself;
they are our life-blood: for they tell of what
can only be said quietly, with a touch of hand,
to those whose heart is listening.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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Trouble Gets Double Treatment
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
When,
A thought process...
Accepts mediocrity achieved,
To be one's best.
And this,
Unconsciously...
Stirs the acceptance,
Of a restless nonsense.
Trouble gets...
Double treatment,
That...
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
YES!
Trouble gets,
Double treatment...
That,
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
With taxes applied,
At the max!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is your happiness?
happiness for some is a buck and a quarter,
happiness for other is a son or a daughter.
but what is happiness to you?
sure you can define,
if your feeling is such that you're no longer mine.
what is happiness...
and how can it be;
that there was once happiness,
now, no longer seen?
paradise we 'shared'
twas paradise to me,
now the paradise is just that of a flooded dream.
time is of the essance,
but time is what you need.
time to mend a broken heart,
or tear it at the seam.
words unspoken,
one side unheard,
all that your feeling,
is my number one concern.
you thoughts, your feelings this knowledge I yearn,
all that I've spoken, but now it's your turn.
Copyright © Adam Rubenstein January 2007
poem by Adam Rubenstein
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Said Before To Say It Again
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
And on my mind,
There is a reason to seek rhythm and rhyme.
With my visions set,
On what it would take...
To increase my happiness.
I've said this before to say it again.
I'm not looking for stoppers,
To block as obstacles to hop over.
Or the welcoming arms of acceptance.
With a hope that they will open,
The gates to a fence to feel I've been approved.
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
Acceptance or not,
I'm not looking to get out of a box.
Too many have found themselves there,
To argue over space,
With little of it that to share.
I've said this before to say it again.
Those feeling trapped,
Like it exactly like that.
Fresh is the air,
One dares to breathe alone.
Revitalized is an atmosphere,
When the clearing of a sky,
Becomes recognized to the one who looks...
To discover the vastness of it to become known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wanna Know Who The Father Is
Dark rewrite of the classic love song, I Wanna Know What Love Is
I don't need no more time
No more time to think it over
Too late
I've already read between the lines
Not gonna wait till he's older
Ohhhh, oo oh oh oh oh oh
Now this mountain together we will climb
Alone I will no longer carry this burdren on my shoulders
Through the clouds of your lies
I have seen you lose your angel's shine
Nothing now can keep me warm
As my love for you grows colder
In our lives you have created heartache and pain
I honestly don't think I can ever look at you the same again
Can't go back now, you've taken us all too far
To change this new lonely life
I wanna know who the father is
I demand that you tell me
I want you to spill just who the....is
I think it's time you know
You can no longer con me
I'm only gonna give you a little more time
A little more time to own up to me
You've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like finally the truth has been leaked to me
In our lives you have created heartache and pain
I honestly don't think I can ever look at you the same again
Can't go back now, you've taken us all too far
To change this new lonely life
I wanna know who the father is
I demand that you tell me
I want you to spill just who the....is
I think it's time you know
You can no longer con me
I wanna know who the real father is
I demand that you tell me
Who's the heel?
Who sealed the deal?
I wanna know who the real father is
Yes, sweetheart I finally know all these years you lied to me
Let's talk about the father
I wanna know who he really is
The one you took inside
I demand that you tell me
If you want even the smallest chance at saving our love
I wanna know who the real father is
Darling, no longer can you hide
Better just tell me
I wanna know who the real father is
Let's talk about the father
I demand that you tell me
We're gonna have our little girl tested too
I wanna know what the truth really is
And you should know, baby you should know
You can no longer con me
I want to know who the real father is
I demand to know
I want you to tell me his name and show me a picture
Lady, you best tell me who he is
Before I take you to divorce court tomorrow
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Loss Of Happiness
Loss of happiness is a disease
that ends up in stopping the breeze
Of joy and fain from your life
And leave you in misery to survive
So don't let happiness slip away
Or even start any of your day
Without glimpse of happiness dear
For happiness is a pill that is rare
So learn now how to make it
So you can fill your every life's bit
With the rays of joy to see
Happiness all waiting just for thee.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Doldrum Free
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
There is now a peace beneath my daily bouts,
With conflict.
They are there but I no longer sit with them.
They no longer demand my time...
Found when I am snuggled up in doubt!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
Shouting I do with delight...
I hope this process isn't mind to witness alone!
Infighting without insight,
These doldrums I borrowed...
I never owned.
I did not know that!
But I know I keep my faith,
And something about that pleases my Savior!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
And it was as if I knew instantly...
Why they were there so long!
I was finally convinced,
The world I lived in and thought was mine...
To fence in defended senselessness,
Was of God's creation!
I am here to test burdens...
Not to market them to insist they produce pleasure!
And when God came to lift me of those burdens,
They were no longer mine to define with emotion!
God knows I am not competent reflecting sorrow!
That task He took away from me...
Leaving me doldrum free as He commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Metaphor.
Like the unicorn,
they have to need to be;
to hear our need for them to be.
Like time,
they must creep up on the writer,
on the reader,
invisible
yet with inevitability
which cannot be escaped.
Like thieves,
they must enter unannounced,
take what they must.
Like mice,
they must take up residence
until there is no longer sustenance for them.
Like bailiffs,
they must demand entrance;
be admitted;
take their just exchange.
Like housekeepers,
they must earn their keep
by keeping us in all we ask of them.
Like lovers,
they must prove themselves
part of our lives
until our earthly sentence ends the dream.
Like children,
they must know their place;
then be loved for themselves
beyond life itself.
For they are life,
revealing its boundlessness
with all the freshness
of a lettuce cut from the ground,
the well-prepared, fine ground
in a landscape that stretches out, is limitless.
Do not deal lightly, or be profligate
with metaphors; they are our life-blood.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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If This Ends
If this ends, this kind of talking
And when you finally go back
To where we once started
Each interested
About each other
Where will you be?
That worries me much,
It will not be the same again.
Surely, it will end
We know, it will, if this ends
We learn to start again, so eagerly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brown Skin
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Where are your people from? maybe mississippi or an island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me want a hersheys kiss, your licorice
Every time I see your lips, it makes me think of honey-coated chocolate
Your kisses are worth more than gold to me
Ill be your almond joy, youll be my sugar daddy
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Every time you come around, something magnetic pulls me and I cant get out
Disoriented, I cant tell my up from down
All I know is that I wanna lay you down
Every time I let you in, abracadabra magic happens as we swim
Higher and higher finally we reach heaven
Come back to earth and then we do it all again
Yeah..
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Skin so brown, lips so round
Baby how can I be down?
Beautiful mahogany, you make me feel like a queen
Tell me whats that thing you do that makes me wanna get next to you, yeah
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and thenoh hey
song performed by by India Arie
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Where The Sidewalk Ends
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Some people leave
And never come back
Some stay in touch
Some loose track
Your mind kept sayin
Come on lets go
You started learnin
What you dont need to know
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
Ill wait for you
In the cold dark night
You might come back
You had to go
Where the sidewalk ends
Ill never know
Hide from the future
Run from the past
I guess Ill stay here
As long as I can last
Whistle still blowin
But the train is gone
Aint no wheels
Gonna take me from my home
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
song performed by by George Strait
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When ambition ends, happiness begins.
quote by Thomas Merton
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My Heart Overflows
My heart is so hungry
And it can't feed on food.
It feeds on sustenance
from being wooed.
My heart is so thirsty
And it can't feed on drink.
It feeds on sustenance
from how I think.
And think I do
while my heart stays still
And finally overflows
as it always will
with you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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When the Bush Begins to Speak
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
They think we are a careless race - a childish race, and weak;
They'll know us yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
'The leaders that will be', the men of southern destiny,
Are not all found in cities that are builded by the sea;
They learn to love Australia by many a western creek,
They'll know them yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
All ready for the struggle, and waiting for the change,
The army of our future lies encamped beyond the range;
Australia, for her patriots, will not have far to seek;
They'll know her yet in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
We'll find the peace and comfort that our fathers could not find,
Or some shall strike the good old blow that leaves a mark behind.
We'll find the Truth and Liberty our fathers came to seek,
Or let them know in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
poem by Henry Lawson
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