Jim and I are still receiving surgical attention, and will be the remainder of our lives.
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Surgical Strike
Its lonely in the field
That we send our fighters to wander
They leave with minds of steel
Its their training solution
Weve programmed the way
It leads us to order
Theres no turning back
A surgical strike
Weve taught them not to feel
Performance is their task
A surgical strike
Its time is arriving now for you
The plan for the day
Will be swift as the lightning they harness
The atom display is not mindless illusion
At master control, assessment will not
Be by humans-theres no turning back
A surgical strike
Weve taught them not to feel
Performance is their task
A surgical strike
Its time is arriving now for you
song performed by by Queensryche
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Secretly Having An Affair
I've been doing this,
For years.
Without thought of receiving attention,
For years.
And for years,
There has been no expectations.
Until someone brought it to my attention,
I should keep my opinions to myself.
Since Mother Nature had become influenced!
And it became known we were secretly having an affair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny Recieving
Through darkened eyes we’re perceiving,
A thankless job never relieving,
Through morning, afternoon unto evening
Destiny Receiving
Some enlightened to its very existence
Can not put up any resistance
They are carried off into the distance
Destiny Receiving
It bears no strength, emits no sound
But it beats the tallest mountain down
You can’t go under you can’t go ‘round
Destiny Receiving
Though none through its eternal survive,
Emerging from one it did arrive
None may see its end alive
Destiny Receiving
poem by Legion As One
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Within Themselves
Lost within themselves.
Those living between one extreme,
To the other.
Those who feel to accomplish,
Means to be seen.
And partaking in everything...
That gives them a social status.
Shallow though the importance,
It still delivers in their minds...
Depth and meaning!
To be 'among'
Who themselves get nothing done!
Lost within themselves.
And that which is for them achieved,
Has to come to them as a compliment.
Since they believe they are the ones...
To bless others by what they do,
Without seeking approval or agreement...
Or from anyone consent.
These folks feel entitled.
Instead of receiving a spanking...
They had been lectured to about life!
They live their lives for attention only,
And weak they are to deliver deeds...
With content.
Lost within themselves!
And absent of a concrete identity that is shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening is more important than anything else because that's what music is. Somebody is playing something and you're receiving it. It is sending and receiving.
quote by Carla Bley
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Receiving far less attention are the working class heroes, who go about their solitary work routines with quiet dignity, come home from another grueling day, yet still find time to interact with their children.
quote by Armstrong Williams
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It Pays To Be Considerate
It pays to be considerate of others
No matter how selfish our intentions
To seek to get attention for ourselves
The rewards of receiving peaceful sleep
Is more beneficial than those social invitations
We believe puts us in a certain class status
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Juicy News
Keep it hot,
And topical.
That's the way to bait,
Insatiable attention.
If kept topical...
Ears will perk to alert.
And an elation will flow,
As if a massaging has stimulated.
Announce you've welcomed every obstacle,
And spent with guided sacrifice...
To deliver insight,
With fresh off the press spice!
And whisper low,
As if you are giving secret advice!
All eyes and ears then...
Will be glued and frozen as if packed in ice!
Keep it hot,
And topical.
That's the way to bait,
Insatiable attention.
And soon you will witness listeners,
As if in stupors...
Boozed up from the affect,
Of receiving the latest updated juicy news!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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The Listening One
The Listening One
Does he, did he, know, what he contributed
to the truth of what was spoken?
Towards the back seats of the lecture room,
this tidy, slim, quiet, dark-complexioned youth
listened with unwavering attention;
so much in the moment, his mind, so visibly,
claiming nothing; receiving all that there was to receive;
contributing, all that an audience can:
under his so steady listening,
I could not lie, blur, dodge; be anything
but dedicated to the truth;
from his attention, through my own,
he gave the audience more than I prepared.
I wonder if he knows the gift he’s shaped.
How many others has he blessed thus, with himself?
The Hindus have a name for him:
the Southward Facing, and the Formless One;
the Self as youth who teaches elders by his silence.
You may have met him, mortal, once or twice;
I wonder if he knows his priceless gift?
*
[A long-delayed debt of gratitude never since forgotten.]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Found On the Receiving End
I extend my hand.
And you examine it,
To see if my nails are manicured.
In the bag,
I've delivered to you...
An assortment of cans of soup.
With a can opener.
Familiarize yourself with it.
And use it as you choose.
You are going to find,
Less attention given to your pretensions.
And more are you going to accept,
Acts of kindness that do not distract.
Especially when your needs,
Become identified in your mind...
To be found on the receiving end!
You will discover a forgiveness,
On the streets...
Has today,
Become an urgent necessity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving is better than receiving because giving starts the receiving process.
Giver great
Begging bad
Giving sacred
You are giving
I am receiving
Giving is great
Receiving not.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Goosebump Enlightenment
she would hang them by the shelves,
lined-up like trophies
symbolizing surgical disasters
the freak show that is her masterpiece;
a jar collection of abortions
for the love of art.
she adored the attention
jaw-droppings, twisting faces, blank stares, flopping bodies
moans, scuffs, sighs, grunts, pants
she felt like a goddess
going against nature by mere will.
cursed through the ranting of the unborn
nibbled on by the information age
bored and anxious generation
withdrawn, alienating culture
ever shrinking, apathetic.
we have lost our sensibilities
we have found our niche
enlightened by fathoming the once unfathomable,
this woman has made us see it all;
now we are blind.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Storybook
In the storybook, we are introduced to an elf,
A mind to exact wrong on the fellow man;
I was twenty-three when I heard of him in the real world,
After entering the astral gate transporting me there.
For one of us are three of them,
More golden are their appearances.
My book lies but not so often,
My charismatic elf lives a long life,
He will be my friend for the remainder of the visit.
He will not exact wrong on fellow men.
Thus, the book is straightforwardly my own story.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Simply Lonely
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Receives
Instead he hides
His feelings
In a guise as black as night
He uses red lines
He uses sharp edges
To hide, silently crying inside
They call him a troublemaker
He just wants the attention
That is always denied to him
His mother just sits in her room
Locked up with her boyfriend
Never paying attention
His father is no where to be found
He left years ago
No one can get close enough to see
The class clown
Just wants to have someone's
Undivided attention
To know someone
Truly cares
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Recives
poem by Autumn Winds
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Diet cures more than the surgical knife does.
The Difference
I can have wisdom AND knowledge,
With proof to show I do.
And be willing to volunteer my time away,
To those disrespecting I had valuable information,
That could benefit their lives.
And not ask from them a single dime.
I could be that person with no knowledge at all.
Had no wisdom to speak of and no time to volunteer.
But...
If I had made a name for myself,
And made 'claims' of my abilities.
With my name bright up in lights for all to see them flash,
People would flock to pay to see me.
And the doing of that may not be beneficial to them,
A bit.
But just to say they witnessed it.
The difference?
Someone who makes claims,
And has established a name...
With no wisdom to share proving knowledge is there,
Would be more respected to those not receiving benefit,
Than the one having what they need.
Why?
People have become more impressed,
By those addressing pretentions.
Than they are receiving opportunities,
Handed to them for free to meet their needs...
By those who do not impress them with image.
And those with image they seek to pay huge sums,
To get nothing for them done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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