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We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.

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With Mine Eyes

I know my life is lit by inner light,
Exciting my insight kept bright to cling...
With a tight grasping hold,
To endure through darkness...
I sought to fight.

Day and night with faith,
I would pray for strength...
To assist the chasing away,
Of those doubts that begged me to fear.

Day and night with faith,
I would pray to remove...
Insurmountable obstacles,
I proved I could and would break through...
IF I wanted to.
And this I did to do.

With mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it.
And with mine eyes...
I am the victor.
I can succeed.

And with mine eyes,
I have received...
With belief,
I can and will achieve.

And with mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it...
I am the victor!
I can and will succeed.

Day and night with faith,
I would pray to remove...
Insurmountable obstacles,
I proved I could and would break through...
IF I wanted to.
And this I did to do.

'Cause with mine eyes,
I can see and perceive it.
I am the victor.
I can and will succeed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Money. No Honey.

In today’s murderously barbarous world outside; life
without money was like that bumble bee; boisterously
buzzing and harboring unprecedented love all right;
but without even the tiniest iota of mesmerizing
honey,

In today’s satanically uncouth world outside; life
without money was like that ocean; blissfully
undulating and harboring unsurpassable love all right;
but without even the slightest pinch of tantalizing
salt,

In today’s delinquently treacherous world outside;
life without money was like that tree; celestially
breathing and harboring invincible love all right; but
without even the most diminutive trace of enchanting
fruit,

In today’s derogatorily disdainful world outside; life
without money was like that sky; endlessly extending
and harboring insurmountable love all right; but
without even the most infinitesimal trickle of
voluptuous cloud,

In today’s ignominiously salacious world outside; life
without money was like that rose; majestically crimson
and harboring unshakable love all right; but without
even the most mercurial shade of ingratiating scent,

In today’s lugubriously monotonous world outside; life
without money was like that bird; gleefully flying and
harboring unstoppable love all right; but without even
the most ethereal speck of quintessential nest,

In today’s plaintively parasitic world outside; life
without money was like that pinnacle; unflinchingly
towering and harboring perpetual love all right; but
without even the most transient ray of Omnipotent
Sunlight,

In today’s remorsefully licentious world outside; life
without money was like that eye; flirtatiously
fluttering and harboring insurmountable love all
right; but without even the most evanescent mirror of
resplendent sight,

In today’s preposterously invidious world outside;
life without money was like that well; mystically
hollow and harboring tremendous love all right; but
without even the most minuscule speck of indispensable

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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Break Free! - Have a Ball!

Time to break free, one's cup of tea may not be to all taste,
past history's stale news, let be, haste, challenge chased, no waste!
Song bird of time migrates, sublime rewarding melody,
wide wings unfurl, from spiral twirl, soar to true rhapsody.

Time to escape, dropp nightshade drape, spring sprightly sings fresh air,
shed strings, red tape of every shape, fresh future fair prepare.
Shift key, click mouse, write waltz like Strauss, carouse in harmony,
drown frowns, don't grouse laze louse round house, spurn tale_spin gravity.

Discard hard times, from prose to rhymes switch life that pain shrugs off,
see light, delight quite free from fright, breathe out and fight rough cough!
Ignore moods poor, pain reign's downpour, sore thumb, fools dumb who bore,
far more expect, hope's scope elect, reject despond's dark core!

Time to rebound, life’s boat aground goodbye waves tidal waves,
from hurts that hound heart thought strung, bound, a clear approach now braves
life’s slings and arrows, narrow minds, discovers empathy,
that brings marshmallows, wide wings hallows, sheds self-sympathy.

From sleepy head, depressed in bed, leap up, cheered frame of mind,
misfortune's sped away, ahead, lies joy; leave lies behind.
Dread, pain vain bled, is shed instead success unbolts faults’ door,
so have a ball, reverse free fall, displace dark doubts with SURE!

Don't hedge your bets, glad sad regrets turns topsy-turvy soon,
don't sit on fence in self defence, self-confidence is boon.
Let inner fire inspire desire, suspicions set at rest,
all you require, adore, admire, won't cloy, - enjoy with zest.

From vain complain move on again, see sea’s brimfull of fish,
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
chance offers all, go have a ball, refreshed prioritease!

If once distraught in heart or thought, trust must fuss dust displace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad replace.
From inner trial advance and smile, past tears, fears fast forgot,
prick cloudy pall, go have a ball and call each shot!

Hope's heart's at ease when spirit frees harp's soul from sharks, sharp spears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
bread butters fly, sun spo[r]ts in sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold, spurning blow cold, hot!

Link one to one, new tale begun, soon shadow shades dissolve,
don’t stumble, run! don’t cry, have fun! hands on luck’s clock revolve.
mosquito bite quite fly-by-night seems past controversy
compared to light solutions bright that crush adversity.

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Our opponents maintain that we are confronted with insurmountable political obstacles, but that may be said of the smallest obstacle if one has no desire to surmount it.

quote by Theodor Herzl
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Children are like God

Children are like fresh globules of tantalizing rain;
which spell bindingly descend in euphoric frenzy from
fathomless carpets of glorious sky,

Children are like innocuous tufts of cotton soaring
ebulliently in handsome atmosphere; philandering in
stupendous melody under carpets of gloriously blissful
sunshine,

Children are like the pristine rays of Omnipotent Sun;
profoundly illuminating one and all; with their
vibrantly intriguing imagery; alike,

Children are like the fairies of irrefutable truth
dancing in the celestial heavens; with their
immaculately divine consciences boundless kilometers
away; from the despicable gutter of lies,

Children are like ecstatically redolent roses brazenly
swaying in the afternoon winds; unfurling into
majestic artistry and overwhelmingly tangy
boisterousness; as each second speedily zipped by,

Children are like fulminating springs of rhapsodically
untamed jubilation which erupt from the inner most
core of earth; incessantly blooming into a paradise of
new found energy; an insatiable euphoria to propel
forward in life,

Children are like united colors of the vivaciously
radiant rainbow; embracing each other in compassionate
cradles of humanity; entirely oblivious to the satanic
vagaries of caste; creed; religion and spurious color,

Children are like the resplendently milky beams of the
innocent Moon; perennially twinkling in the
unparalleled exuberance of discovery; indefatigably
exploring all bountiful happiness so fantastically
laden upon this colossal planet,

Children are like voluptuously nimble blades of dew
dropp coated grass; profusely ringing in the wholesome
merriment of symbiotic existence; whistling past the
meadows of inexplicably ghastly sorrow; with
Omnipotent beauty in their tiny souls,

Children are like scintillatingly majestic eagles
soaring royally through the silken clouds;
uninhibitedly kissing all goodness that confronted
them in their way; on every step that they poignantly

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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Savvy Minds Seize Opportunities

equal not often opportunities
opportunities lacking required degrees
of savvy as strike out scenarios

trajectory implies reality conflicts
prospect improvement requires changes
savvy minds utilize world opportunities

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Doors of Opportunity

Opportunities are given to those, believers, who the Lord has chose,
To share God’s Truth with the world, Truth every believer must herald.
We’re to be ready all of the time, even if there is no reason or rhyme,
To seize all God given opportunity, to direct men’s minds to Eternity.

Our time upon earth is brief for sure, so we need to enter every door,
Which is opened by the hand of God, as we’re lead by staff and rod,
While walking in faith, not only by sight, to be a Witness of His Light,
Being lead in a true spiritual sense, and mindful of God’s providence.

God’s providence truly paves the way, as we live our life, day to day,
Knowing that we’re in God’s will, His desire in believers, God shall fill,
Being kept every day by His Grace, as God guides us place to place,
To reach upon the earth everyone, with the Good News of God’s Son.

We must be mindful of the fact; God has given to us what we lacked,
As men before we came to believe, with the Spiritual gifts we receive,
Supplying to us what God needs, so that we can sow spiritual seeds,
This as we witness while in this life, sowing all seeds for Jesus Christ.

God may simply be watering those, seeds that another believer sows,
While His Spirit moves upon a heart, as believers simply do their part,
By seizing opportunities every day, as He opens doors along the way,
Daily opportunities God will afford, to those who witness for our Lord.

(Copyright ©06/2009)

poem by Bob Gotti
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Metamorphosis

Valerie is somehow made aware
As new age dawns, fair feelings open gate.
Longings, soul sating, heartache dissipate.
Energy can focus everywhere, -
Voyage into light and laughter. Share
Always bright emotions and create
Link which chains not, may anticipate
Evolution understanding where
Rebirth rings needed changes, softens care.
Instincts can expand to celebrate
Entwining beginnings, - secondary state.
Visions of serenity prepare,
And opportunities for future fair.
Life looks not back: let Fate precipitate
Events, as metamorphosis Hope's gate
Reopening, offers dreams intense and rare.
Idyll ideal's no mirage as free spirits start
Enchanting voyage, may a new world chart...

Author notes
The ANAGRAM of VALERIE in French: IL A REVE... He dreamed.

Please see VALUE THE TIME ON EARTH as an alternative to this poem without the necessity of a personal name being required for the acrostic http: //allpoetry.com/poem/2521604

The first letter of each line spells Valerie

The first word of each line spells the following phrase:

Valerie, as longings, energy, voyage, always link evolution rebirth: instincts entwining visions and life - events reopening idyll enchanting

The first word of each line READ BOTTOM UP spells the following phrase:

Enchanting idyll reopening events, - life and visions entwining, - instincts' rebirth, evolution, link always voyage, energy, longings, as Valerie!

One word in each line, read TOP DOWN, (Blue) spells the following phrase:

Somehow feelings, sating, focus light, and anticipate understanding. Changes expand beginnings, prepare opportunities. Let metamorphosis intense free new world

One word in each line, read BOTTOM UP, (Blue) spells the following phrase:

World new, free intense metamporphosis, let opportunities prepare beginnings, expand changes, understanding anticipate and light focus, sating feelings somehow!

[c] Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Opportunities Near

Alliteration Lets Inspiration Sense Opportunities Near
Although libido increases strength occasionally, new
Love, if sincere only, noble, abides.
It succeeds openly, naturally attracting light,
Secrets occult never admits, life improves.
Others, niggardly, after limited ideas scheme -
No arrogant lies inwardly stimulate osmosis.

A little illumination sometimes offers notions
Letting inner sweetness out. Novel alliance,
If sought openly, nurtures active lustre.
Such opportunities need appropriate leeway, insight
Outlets. Needed approach liberates ideal synthesis
Neccessary, allowing love’s infinite song-oasis.

Average lives internally stagnate, offering nothing
Like intimate sensitivity, or noteworthy attainments
In soul-searching one’s nascent awareness, latent,
Sleeps. Oneiric nexus awakens, literally incandescent,
Overcomes native apathy letting idleness seduce
Natural aptitudes, - leaves internal strictures outwitted.

At last it seems offending nuances
Lift, idyll satisfies. Order new awaits.
Indifferent, stubborn overbearing natures are lost.
Sensitivity outwits negativity, affection leads into
Outreach, naturally accepts love, ignores selfishness.
Never abstain, link into self-sustaining opportunities!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Not Going To Be Mistaken As Chopped Liver

This is something,
People find very difficult to understand...
When opportunities are given,
Upfront and personal!
They do not return.
Or come back with attempts to influence.
The mission is to 'give'.
Not to convince.

In fact,
If slighted...
One will never know,
How they are connected...
Those misunderstood opportunities.

Especially,
After they have been evaluated...
As not being beneficial to anyone.

'Excuse me?
Who do I think I am?
Uh...a local resident of this place.
Why? '

Does this need further clarification?

And that can be applied to people as well.
Perceiving someone not to be qualified,
To achieve a task OR deliver to another...
A 'key' to their achievement.
Because of some pre-conceived notion...
One will only pay attention to someone,
Who 'looks' and 'acts' a certain way.

You know...
Someone seen on TV?
And 'not' a neighbor,
Busted for selling crack.

Some people will talk about that,
For the rest of their lives.

Or they may 'live' in a certain environment...
Where nothing but mediocrity is praised.
And everyone in it is dismissable?

'I don't know why they are 'here'.
And not in LA.
Or New York City.
Especially doing what they do!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Other Side Of The Door

If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
WHY would anyone choose to sit,
Ignoring what has been given...
Because they have decided,
If what is on the other side...
Would be something,
They would choose to like.
And...this is BEFORE,
Any approach was made...
By them towards the door.

If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
And one does not take advantage of this,
But wishes to be given clues and hints?
That key...
That opens that one door,
With opportunities awaiting?
Has been given to someone...
Looking for their ship to sail in.
Even if that ship was on the other side of the door.

'Captain?
We are still awaiting for the arrival of your chosen passenger.
Perhaps there has been a misunderstanding? '

~Do not worry about it.
We will cater to the ones who did use their keys.
We are not here to convince.
Just service.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualify Yourself

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.

It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!

However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.

And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!

What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!

Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Have Embraced the Act of Panic

With opportunities,
For some long gone!

Blessings.
To capture blessings...
With an expressing of thankfulness,
Everyday.
With a realization...
They have arrived and have been witnessed.

With opportunities,
For some long gone!
To carry on,
They have embraced the act of panic.
Everyday for many...
There is something they say for them,
Goes wrong.

With opportunities,
For some long gone!
There is something they say for them,
Goes wrong.

Blessings.
To capture blessings...
With an expressing of thankfulness,
Everyday.
With a realization...
They have arrived and have been witnessed.

Blessings.
Some don't see blessings.
But they have embraced,
The act of panic.

Blessings.
Some don't see blessings.
But they have embraced,
The act of panic.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wicked Messenger

(bob dylan)
There was a wicked messenger, from eli he did come,
With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him he answered with a thumb.
For his tongue it could not speak but only flatter
He stayed behind the assembly hall, it was there that he made his bed.
And often times he could be seen returning. oh oh
Until one day he just appeared with a note in his hand which read,
The soles of my feet, I swear theyre burning.
Ooh hoo hoo
The leaves began to falling and the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many
The leaves began to falling and the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told these last few words which opened up his heart,
If you cannot bring good news, then dont bring any
Oh oh
If you cannot bring good news, then dont bring any
Oooh hoo hoo hoo
And opened up his heart
Oooh hoo hoo

song performed by Rod Stewart
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Beautiful Are These Days For Some

Beautiful are these days for some.
When the dawn is appreciated when it comes.
And attention is given to the birds that sing.
With a lifting of those troublesome burdens...
Are finally freed from the need to feed upon hardships.
Realizing this is no kinship to happiness.
When confronted and dismissed,
As quickly as fresh dew disappears!

Conflicts and battles,
Can easily drift away as unwelcomed foes.
When identified and decided,
A unity is missed and wished.
And this is allowed to grow...from within!
Isn't that where all decisions take hold and begin?
Once denial inside dies.
And life lived starts from the bright side.

If one can let go...
Of the emptiness of things.
And a value that has been placed upon them.
All that is loved...
Is not found hoarded and locked behind closed doors.
Or parked to collect dust,
Under carports to wash, wax or reflect a gladness.
To sparkle greater than the Sun!

And...
So beautiful are these days for some.
When the dawn is appreciated when it comes.
And attention is given to the birds that sing.
With a lifting of those troublesome burdens...
Are finally freed from the need to feed upon hardships.
Realizing this is no kinship to happiness.
When confronted and dismissed,
As quickly as fresh dew disappears!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insecurities Not Faced

I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.

Insecurities not faced,
And protected to defend...
Will not become my reason to feel,
I need to walk softly on eggshells...
Around those with emotions,
Hidden like children to prevent their tantrums.

I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.

I try to stay away,
From those who thrive on delusions...
As a means to keep realities defeated.

I'd rather be around those who tell it like it is.
Than to hear from those who gossip about...
Who said what to someone else,
That offended and left them in tears.
It has been many aging years since I had been a kid!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manipulating From Behind Smoked Screens

Did they not,
Choose to make their own beds?
Did they not,
Choose the kind of lives they've led?
Did they not,
Build up attitudes...
To remove themselves from others.
Those they felt would threaten,
Their embellished point of view.

Did they not,
Assemble with one another?
Did they not,
Lie to see themselves succeed.
Did they not,
Squirm when confronted with the truth before them?
Run to hide behind walls they made,
To bleed from their own miseries.

Did they not,
Choose to make their own beds?
Did they not,
Choose the kind of lives they've led?
Did they not,
Build up attitudes...
To remove themselves from others.
Those they felt would threaten,
Their embellished point of view.

Did they not,
Squirm when confronted with the truth before them?
Run to hide behind walls they made,
To bleed from their own miseries.

And they soon will be seen...
As the ones who stalled forward movement,
For others...
By manipulating from behind smoked screens!

And they soon will be seen...
As the ones who stalled forward movement,
For others...
By manipulating from behind smoked screens!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing Is Like A Diet

It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it...
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!

It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it.
Those who do may not sleep,
At night.
Or discover they have lost an appetite.

Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
Those who ask how writing is done...
Usually have no idea,
Of what they must overcome.

Some believe writing is nothing but fun.
But those committed...
Know writing is more like a spouse,
That can be quiet as a mouse.
Then at other times a shouting occurs...
Heard from the inside,
With a wish to come out!

Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.

It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it!
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Greater Animal

They say that if you are
Ever confronted by
A lion or bear,
To never act scared
Instead act like
You are the greater animal
And that they’re
The hare
That you are about
To tear.

This has been
Proven
And compared.
This is how presidents
Are loved
And feared.
Each one of us has an animal
Within us
That is armed with
Mental,
Physical or
Spiritual gifts
That could shoot spears
Through the air.

So next time
You are confronted in
A fight that seems unfair,
Just remember the lion and the bear.
MAGNIFY
Your greater animal
And all that feel your magnificence
Will step away
And disappear.

poem by Suzy Kassem
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This Nation was founded by men of many nations and backgrounds. It was founded on the principle that all men are created equal, and that the rights of every man are diminished when the rights of one man are threatened. Today we are committed to a worldwide struggle to promote and protect the rights of all who wish to be free. … We are confronted primarily with a moral issue. It is as old as the scriptures and is as clear as the American Constitution. The heart of the question is whether all Americans are to be afforded equal rights and equal opportunities, whether we are going to treat our fellow Americans as we want to be treated.

classic quote by John F. Kennedy
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