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Poetician

Discipline to listen,
Observe and interpret.
Words selected to depict,
Life...
As one sees it.
Emotions come,
To overflow
With idealistic purpose.
Unknown until the poetician shows...
A creativeness that lifts imaginations.
In prose or to rhyme...
Sometimes without reason.
So it seems.
Yet those hopes and dreams,
Are written to be shared.
To freshen the air...
With the flow of possibilities!
Upon divergent mindscapes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given In The End

The continuance of wasted life,
In wars fought...
To depict another's right to inflict conflict,
Produces not a single winner.
Or does the act come to cystallize,
The shape of one's greatness.

What a barbaric ignorance does,
Is expose a mentality that is absent of reason.
And in fear of not being noticed,
If a power chosen to display insecurities...
Is not forcibly respected.
Only to be delivered disrespect given in the end.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Can Prevail With Endurance

The most upsetting thing,
That displeases many people...
About reality,
Is its overwhelming ability...
To remain as it is.

No matter who attempts,
To depict it as something else...
Reality has its own set of standards.
As those who are shallow,
Eventually discover.

And rarely is it needing explanation.
It makes itself known!
Proving it can prevail with endurance,
Through any and every...
Conceiveable interpretation of fact.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Hidden Twenty Dollar Bill

That's right!
I keep forgetting it is not politically correct,
To mention the activities of God in poems.
Especially those that depict God,
As having a preference.
That's a no no for those,
Who have come to know God personally.

Some wish to believe God can be had,
From a secret 'stash'.
You know...
Like a hidden twenty dollar bill,
One prefers to keep out of sight...
Until needed for emergencies.
Like a visit to the Cheesecake Factory.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Avoided To Evade

Excluded to delude.
Avoided to evade.
And truth as it is meant to be,
Will never find its way to the top...
Of anyone's list.

The trick has been in resisting it.
To make it something prayed against,
For the benefit to keep wickedness a profit.

And at the expense of decadence,
Payments are made to keep truth away.
Maintaining fear and descriptions to depict it,
Makes the drugging of the mind a medicated acceptance.
Avoided to evade and excluded to delude.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Even Volunteer to Treat

When people use others,
Then make attempts...
To have those 'doing' appear as fools,
They show themselves for who they are.

And eventually their campaigns,
To depict someone else as crazy and strange...
Will have their own abilities questioned.
And those impressions they once made disregarded.

The moral of this story is...
It is best to select from a menu,
That which is most delicious.
And pay for it out of your own pocket.
Don't even volunteer to treat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Avalanche Has Advanced

Depict me as you wish.
I am not the one who issued,
The blindfolds and the skis...
You speed down the slopes,
To deceive you with hopes.

I came to warn you,
Of an impending avalanche.
I was the one who came brave enough...
To insist you were heading towards darkness.
And not a party to drink with song and dance.

But since I am not a skier,
You laughed at me and took the chance.
And in the midst of your 'glee'...
That avalanche has advanced!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A touch of You

'It's like drinking a cup of sun,
in god's back yard,
and wearing his crown as a hat,
as the mountains, move with the speed of light,
around you and me, and the lake of time.
I collapse in you, and you do the same in me.
You burn like a thousand suns.''
It feels a million times better
than I can ever depict it with my humanly words,
but I hope you understand.
Kissing you, feels this way,
and it's not because I'm in love with you,
but because I love you.

poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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Hooked

the emptiness of the silence
the limitation the space
the infinity of the dark
the length of the awaiting
the helplessness of paralysis

hooked in herself
seated on her chair
wandering
where this will end

the continuing of the times
that will be changing

she shares
her essentials
coming out her of nutshell

her eyes show off
her words depict

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poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Richness of the spirit

the emptiness of the silence
the limitation the space
the infinity of the dark
the length of the awaiting
the helplessness of paralysis

hooked in herself
seated on her chair
wandering
where this will end

the continuing of the times
that will be changing

she shares
her essentials
coming out her of nutshell

her eyes show off
her words depict

[...] Read more

poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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