A Telling It Like It Is Offends
Whether embellished by the use of implication.
Whether embellished by the use of assumption.
Whether embellished by the use of innuendo.
A double entendre has been done to purposely do.
And whoever has done that to you,
Has probably made a career out of doing it.
My advice?
Unsolicited,
Is this...
Double entendre them too!
And witness the benefit.
They wouldn't know what to do.
At least you will be conscious of it!
And that is the advantage of acquiring knowledge.
To know 'something' AND be conscious too,
Is like packing a secret weapon.
Expose yourself to something different...
Anything,
You did not know before.
The downside of refusing an opportunity,
To obtaining a knowledge...
Is as dangerous as selling a bag of weed,
To a cop undercover.
the moment a badge is flashed...
A connection occurs.
However...
You did,
Once that deed was done...
Acquire a knowledge,
That was instantly transmitted.
Like...
To open a closed door,
Doesn't mean your mind is receptive.
Your ears may be shut off from listening.
And your eyes not prepared to focus.
Leaving everything in your head,
Subjected to being victimized by scrutiny!
And to be scrutinized caught off guard...
Shakes a nervousness seen throughout the body.
And to enhance, decorate, ornament to adorn or beautify,
With words to captivate attention...
Is to exaggerate.
With...
Implication.
Assumpt ion.
And...
Yes,
Innuendo!
But to call any of these activities 'lies'...
And spoken to masquerade truth to 'charade',
Would infuriate the one falsely delighting in spotlight.
And forced,
To 'think'...
With the giving of some unexpected time to do it!
A telling it like it is,
Offends those unconscious someone else is aware...
Of their every move,
Without the need of an explanation to interpret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undergoing Vigorous Renovation
It is easy to win someone,
With the telling of lies.
Many refuse to call them that.
Preferring 'Embellished Exaggerations'...
As if a renovation has been made,
To mask flat out lies!
The act begins to win one's confidence,
In a dismantling of truth.
Innocent enough not to be noticed.
As deceivers take their passengers,
Through the weeds of deception.
Many have been encouraged,
To nourish this as a 'gift'.
It is easy to win someone,
With the telling of lies.
Many refuse to call them that.
Preferring 'Embellished Exaggerations'...
As if a renovation has been made,
To mask flat out lies!
And flat out lies told by those masking truths...
Are always undergoing vigorous renovation.
To be changed with the re-telling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I shall suggest, on the contrary, that all communication relies, to a noticeable extent on evoking knowledge that we cannot tell, and that all our knowledge of mental processes, like feelings or conscious intellectual activities, is based on a knowledge which we cannot tell.
quote by Michael Polanyi
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Ewww...
That's awful! '
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!
Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...'
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
'Don't say it!
Not with...'
Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.
'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best To Be Prepared
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.
When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.
I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.
It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!
And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At the Center Of The Cause
It's not just one thing.
It's the accumulation of many things,
Beginning the effects of a downslide felt.
The appearance of cracks gone ignored,
In a foundation once sturdy and strong...
Will fail without corrective maintainance.
And relationships of all kinds,
Eventually crumble if taken for granted...
With embellished arguments.
Or an attempt to convince others something untrue,
Through the convenience of lies, deceit or...
Something else to masquerade truth.
And people continue to do this,
Without putting themselves at the center of the cause...
To gain the obtaining of the 'effect' that is claimed to be,
Unexpected!
It's not just one thing.
It's the accumulation of many things,
Beginning the effects of a downslide felt.
The appearance of cracks gone ignored,
In a foundation once sturdy and strong...
Will fail without corrective maintainance.
And relationships of all kinds,
Eventually crumble if taken for granted...
With embellished arguments.
Or an attempt to convince others something untrue,
Through the convenience of lies, deceit or...
Something else to masquerade truth.
And people continue to do this,
Without putting themselves at the center of the cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have Lost The Double-Sound Of Inner Implication
I HAVE LOST THE DOUBLE -SOUND OF INNER IMPLICATION
I have lost the double sound of inner implication
The music of my own lyric song
The outpouring from within of words
Meaning more than I myself
can understand.
I have lost the poetry
I sometimes have within-
And now in this sheer linear plain prosaic line
I tell my trouble
To the page.
And why oh why should anyone care?
And who am I
Bothering endlessly unnamed and unknown readers
With my own feelings
I long to be loved and praised for?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Before A Gripping Hand Can Affix To It
I was told as a child,
That money did not grow on trees.
And as soon as I accepted the concept,
Of earning it...
I don't have it in my pockets long enough,
To get familiar with its presence.
If someone was to attempt to pick my pockets,
I am sure they would ask for tips...
As to how I have managed to survive,
On a fixed income...
That comes to go before I am aware of it.
And I appear as if i am the 'king' of abundance.
It's like this...
If something comes to go,
Before a gripping hand can affix to it to identify...
It becomes like a memory embellished.
And as time moves on to go by,
That which is embellished becomes one's reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LIV: Expert
if I am the expert
and I'm the only one who have that knowledge
I hope I will never meet that day
when I know I can lie with my knowledge
and nobody knows
nobody
I can fool everyone
I can take their money
if someday somebody suspicious about me
that I lie to him with my knowledge
I will fool him
I will kill him easily to keep my secret
nobody will ever know
nobody
if I am an expert and I die
and I'm the only one who have that knowledge
I will leave no notes, letters, pictures, memories
so nobody will ever know which's right
or have I lied with my knowledge
I'll take my secret with my decayed body
and nobody will ever find the truth
nobody
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
poem by John Celes
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You're Such A Treat
Can’t we talk with grace?
Expressions embellished with history
With myth
With lighthouses and castles
Can’t we kiss with your black stockings on?
Your belts to a garter
Your pedicure like an exotic treasure chest
Romance makes your eyes into the moon
Metaphor with golden jubilation
Swarthy debonair lines of Renoir
Ballet dancers with poise
Innuendo bright with humor
Darling you get it!
You’re such a treat
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Double Talking
Be careful of those who show,
They can be decivious.
Witness what is delivered,
From the side of their mouths.
A double talking through twisted lips...
Can be expected to come out.
Eyes may glaze with lies prepared.
Rehearsed and staged,
To make an appearance...
If one is not aware,
A presentation is all that is there.
With a hope to see the receptive in belief.
And a mind that exposes,
An absence of an occupant.
Ready to be sold on anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lewdiology
Nothing done did,
Is what is perceived
As an actual act portrayed
Although believed to have taken place!
You see...
'IF' a confession admitted
Occurs prior to public scrutiny
And not revealed until discovered...
That said confession did not happen!
AND...
'Should' just go away.
That it doesn't...
Is not the fault of the perpetrator!
Or,
The predator!
Depending on the status of the doer!
And social standing.
You see...
Proper legal representation,
Obtained...
Can and will change the occurrence!
Eventually erasing the guilt quietly...
And restoring standards of dignity professed.
And lapses into the 'lewdiology' one performs,
No longer exists as observed.
No matter which bathroom one selects,
To test airport security.
Furthermore...
One with credentialed standing,
AND experienced in fine wine and dining...
Can and should use impulsive anxiety,
As a means to describe such behavior
As a misunderstanding!
A search for softer tissue!
And the touching of feet not bared or toes shown...
Is not an implication for solicitation!
But a mere expression of toilet seat approval.
Showing fingers under stalls with signals,
Also are signs to indicate comfort.
Alleged acts of impropriety are absurd!
Especially when embossed business cards,
Are displayed!
No matter who's badge has been 'flashed'
First...
For embellishment purposes.
And...
What occurred would not have happened,
'IF' those who caught this misdeed taking place...
Had worn sunglasses,
As to not to interpret this action as 'gay'!
It's appalling to be subjected to these witch hunts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Wishes To Provoke and Defame
A history kept that has been embellished,
And exaggerated when told...
Eventually weakens a diminishing society,
By those who choose to battle to keep...
Comforts and customs unravelling,
From delusions fed to reveal an absence...
Of substance.
And depleted they are of an integrity...
That fears an unbeatable truth that pursues,
With brutal reality.
'You speak as if you are not part of this? '
I am just an observer.
Like many with abilities,
Depicted and ignored as insignificant.
And from where I stand...
There has been some benefit,
To being considered invisible.
Although, periodically, I am found to blame,
By those with wishes to provoke and defame...
Contibutions made but stolen by those who claim,
Them as their own.
Idiotic and dangerous are those unconscious actions taken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implications
such is the meaning
of a rainbow, that when there is rain
and when it stops
and the sun begins to shine
a promise is made, that there will be no more
deluge,
that when the road gets wet
by logical implication
there must have been
rain,
and with too much rain in the forest
you know what happens next
the river shall rise
and bring the flood following
the law that nature
gives us
without any telling,
you do not have to tell me
about the implication
about a bag full of clothes
about a closed account
about a ticket for one only in America.
i know you, and you too know me.
that poem
in that junction, where Oedipus meets
the King.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cries of Anguish Sighed
One day,
You will say what you mean.
Without post-traumatic stress,
Coming to exist from a premeditative visit.
In preparation for your defense...
To have others see you as the one victimized.
The one picked upon...
As you sweeten with innocence.
And disgusting those not 'smoozed' by your pretense.
Beginning as it does to get sickening to witness.
Cries of anguish sighed are kicked to the side.
After a noticeable pattern of this,
Starts to affect too many lives.
And those entertained by it have been satisfied.
You hide behind deceit and embellished lies.
A disguise you have worn too long.
Smothering to mask insecurities and incompetence.
And instead of ending your charade,
You wish to enforce you way...
To have this maladjustment accepted.
Making it increasingly difficult,
For you to ever know reality...
Without peeking at it from a distance.
And complaining how 'mean' it seems!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consequently, since this study is vast in extent, embellished and enriched as it is with many different kinds of learning, I think that men have no right to profess themselves architects hastily, without having climbed from boyhood the steps of these studies and thus, nursed by the knowledge of many arts and sciences, having reached the heights of the holy ground of architecture.
Vitruvius in De architectura
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To Give Service With A Knowledge
Not at all am I impressed,
By those focused upon one vision interpreted...
As the only version of success.
To obtain a degree or certificate that expresses,
An ability to achieve the purchasing of things.
To keep hoarded to dust in a treasure chest.
Yet...
Not an attempt is made to influence,
With an effectiveness that benefits others...
That whatever they do to do it at their best.
With a difference made they too can attest,
To witness 'if' they worked at it and wished less.
But the ones who pray to keep their fortunes intact,
Seem often to be...
The ones who claim they are highly favored.
As if The Creator welcomes that kind of self-centered,
Self indulgence!
Glad I am to have been raised,
By a mother who placed emphasis on faith.
And what others should prioritize with their lives...
Was a repaying by a giving back,
A service with a knowledge and a deed...
To someone else that is pleased to receive.
And that a good life lived...
Was not in the feeding of one's greed.
'Remember...
There should be several baskets,
In which to place your accomplishments.
And acquired tasks you have mastered to pass.'
No need to be a polished scholar,
To give service...
With a knowledge.
And a deed.
No need to be a polished scholar,
To give service...
With a knowledge.
And a deed.
No need to be a polished scholar,
To give service...
With a knowledge.
And a deed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imbedded
Six weeks spent in quarantine.
And five months being probed,
In isolation and daily disrobed...
Over every inch of my body,
By those clothed and masked...
To microscope every crevice I had,
Is a memory I will never forget.
Imbedded in my mind,
Is that time I experienced feeling totally alone.
To say today...
There is nothing to compared to it.
Nor the reaction from those I received to get,
Who chose to gossip with embellished innuendos.
While my faith remained to strengthen....to me shows.
There is nothing to compared to it this I admit.
Nor the reaction from those visiting with images.
Who chose to gossip with embellished innuendos.
While my faith remained to strengthen.
And the few I will never forget,
Who did their very best to get me back on my feet.
Blessed are they,
Who did not wish secretly to see me defeated.
Since my healing completely,
Reveals with clarity what those of closed minds...
Would never suspect is shown to make known,
When one is assisted to climb to a higher consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hand Of The Infinite
aeons ephemeral beauty
balancing beautiful thought
contrast from gifted mind
to hand that gives bestows
images of an embellished infinite
sharing rare beauty perception
the hand of passion infinite
written into indelible patterned nature
written into seasons lessons
through years flows eternity
across life seasoned minds renewal
are sight sound felt senses
images spoken through whisper
whisper creation through eve receptive
serene cosmic harmony beautify
in spoken crystal moments
creation nature kaleidoscopic infuses
sparkles divinity personified
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Double Vision
Feeling down n dirty, feeling kinda mean
Ive been from one to another extreme
This time I had a good time, aint got time to wait
I wanna stick around till I cant see straight
Fill my eyes with that double vision, no disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, its always new to me
My double vision gets the best of me
Never do more than I really need
My mind is racing, but my bodys in the lead
Tonights the night, Im gonna push it to the limit
I live all of my years in a single minute
Fill my eyes with that double vision, no disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, its always new to me
My double vision always seems to get the best of me - the best of me, yeah
Ooh, double vision, I need my double vision
It takes me out of my head, takin me out of my head
I get my double vision, oh, seeing double double
Oh, I have double vision, yeah, Im getting double vision... (to fade)
song performed by by Foreigner
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