Aggravating Children
Those who repeatedly rely upon immature techniques,
With expectations to receive the same results achieved...
Are those who can be found weeping in disbelief,
To discover few have tolerance...
For the ones who have physically aged with time,
But in their minds they remain aggravating children.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strungout
The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their affectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like an alcoholic who drinks.
Or one addicted to drugs.
A conditioning process has been instilled.
Those highs once enjoyed,
Produce a lesser thrill!
It's like going through the motions,
And devoted to an expectation!
When sensations aren't achieved...
Folks like these blame God.
Or claim they know Him.
But somehow their faith is not strong enough...
To give them what they need,
To identify results they anticipated.
However...
They remain in varying stages,
Reminiscing about those good times
When everything was fine.
And they got what they wanted...
Until that no longer satisfied.
So,
Of course...
Something or someone,
Had to be found guilty or at fault...
For not delivering what they wanted and when!
The same tactics used repeatedly,
And over and over again in changing times.
Lose their effectiveness,
And the attention they get.
Like a child with a toy,
Who begins to annoy...
When that toy has satisfied their whims!
Much like having a variety of religions...
All professing to know God.
But the people are at odds,
As to how this 'Oneness' should be depicted!
Leaving everyone 'strungout' and hyped up...
Physically debilitated!
Intoxicated and stupefied!
To reach for something,
That doesn't quite meet their needs.
Although willing to victimize anyone available...
In the search to find it!
To declare a justified self importance.
For a temporary gratification,
To induce a prolonged and effective delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Definitely a Difference Noticed
I don't think anyone intentionally pays them no attention.
Or goes out of their way to do it!
I would say,
No one has selected them as choices,
To allow that as an inconvenience to materialize!
Or condone their 'soapboxed' shenanigans!
And the results obtained have been remarkable.
There is definitely a difference noticed.
I think a consensus had been achieved,
When all agreed...
It was better just to ignore them instead.
Since it had been determined,
There was no need to physically unplug them.
Just by turning them off and/or tuning them out,
Has saved plenty of energy!
And this has made an acceptance,
Of a tolerance more efficient and effectively delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpredictable
You do not know me.
And each time you and others,
Do your assessments...
You become disappointed,
By the results you get.
Something you discover,
Offends your beliefs.
But no time have you spent,
Connecting your assumptions...
To a specificness that exists.
You do not know me.
And each time you and others,
Do your assessments...
You become disappointed,
By the results you get.
And you find yourself in discussions,
With others who assess...
Beliefs addressed,
Which have been confirmed...
By the uselessness of whispered innuendos.
And it doesn't bother me one bit,
To know this tolerance you live with...
Defines your own existence permitted.
And I can see how you qualify me,
As unpredictable.
It is a relief and I thank you,
For that determination....
You have researched.
Perhaps next time you will approach me,
And together we can converse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Look At Me As If You Are in Disbelief
Don't be ridiculous.
Of course I missed you.
I wasn't trying to avoid you.
For 'your' information.
I was hoping you would run after me,
Calling my name repeatedly.
Until you caught up with me.
One moment.
I have to catch my breath.
Whew.
Here we are.
Let's sit on this bench to chat.
Wave to the policeman.
Let him know we're okay.
WHY are you staring at me like that?
You are making me feel quite uncomfortable.
You've aged a bit.
But those track legs?
You've still got 'em.
See?
Just think of it.
If you hadn't kept in good shape,
We would not have met at all.
And stop looking at me like that.
IF I had wanted to ignore you,
Don't you think I would have found a better way,
To do it?
Geeesssshhh.
Don't be so suspicious.
I've been wanting to see you for years.
You look at me as if you are in disbelief?
It's me.
How've you been?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Agitate A Childish Game
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Everyday I seem to witness,
More children who should be adults.
More who have not discovered responsibility.
Or an accountability that brings to them concrete results.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
And as I pass such activities,
I feel blessed to have aged gracefully.
Although I grit my teeth...
Wanting to find a reason and purpose,
To respond to an ignorance...
I do my best,
Not to acknowledge...
With a reaction given that would please.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...
Farther.
For the gritting of my teeth,
And the keeping of my peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Was I That Man?
Each time you cry.
I feel you near me.
I feel you weeping...
Sad tears,
Over a man.
But you couldn't wait,
To seek someone better.
Someone to treat you...
The way I could and can.
But you ran away,
In disbelief.
My heart was yours alone,
For you to keep and own.
But you decided to cheat on me!
Each time you cry.
I feel you near me.
I feel you weeping...
Sad tears,
Over a man.
But you couldn't wait,
To seek someone better.
Someone to treat you...
The way I could and can.
Why did you fly away?
I didn't mean to accuse you of lieing.
Why did you hide your face?
When I asked you,
It you had been untrue to me!
But you ran away,
In disbelief.
And now I understand why you ditched me.
Each time you cry.
I feel you near me.
I feel you weeping...
Sad tears,
Over a man.
But you couldn't wait,
To seek someone better.
Someone to treat you...
The way I could and can.
Was I that man?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total Consumption
We rely on symbols—caricatures
Designed for mass-seduction and allure.
We blindly believe in our avatars,
Surmising possibilities that are
Perversions of our pragmatic nature.
The frozen imagery literature
Provides us exists only to obscure
Our acknowledgement—to drift us afar.
We rely on symbols.
Because society cannot secure
The spectacles of our still immature
Thoughts, we embellish these facets that mar
Enjoyment with what could exceed the stars—
A compensation for corporature.
We rely on symbols.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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In Declarations They've Originated
Is it possible that an achieved fantasticness,
Will ever be accredited to the one who has introduced it?
Or will those remain to connect a dollar from it to lift.
In declarations they've originated,
What someone else has toiled to create.
Although their participating inventiveness,
Continues to receive no acknowledgement...
Or a recognizable benefit that is expressed.
Yet actively suppressed.
Is it possible that an achieved fantasticness,
Will ever be accredited to the one who has introduced it?
Or will those remain to connect a dollar from it to lift.
Showing themselves to have no innovative spirit.
Or one that ever existed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Censored by Minds Immature
Censored by minds immature.
But no less decadent.
And hardly pure.
But presentations with sensations,
Serves a self righteousness that stirs.
And those in position to protect pretentions,
Often receive the backlash,
They so justifully deserve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you want to be successful, find someone who has achieved the results you want and copy what they do and you'll achieve the same results.
quote by Anthony Robbins
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Left To Misinterpret
The only interests that are being protected,
Are the ones those believed had been theirs.
But are awakening to discover,
They have never been regarded as part of a 'we'...
Declared in a freedom of speech the elite share,
Amongst themselves.
A hoodwinking done to deceive onlookers to believe,
With an invested interest given...
To what is perceived is an inclusion of needs,
With entitlements to receive...
Is the only delusion many with expectations 'hear',
With their hearts and not their ears.
However...
Those who will remain elite and creators of the teasing,
Are hoping to keep the uninformed left to misinterpret...
What it is they feel and fail to hear separated from reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talking To A Handful Of Bananas
Choosing to dismiss warnings,
With comments made and the giving of clues...
There will be many who will stay defiant,
In the keeping of their false beliefs.
No matter if historically it is proven to them,
They have been led down a path to locate something...
For them that does not or has not ever existed.
And this is understandable.
Only a few have escaped from the act of hoodwinking.
It's like trying to prevent a teenager from entering into a mall.
Or keeping worshippers in a church from having a bake sale.
It is pointless to make attempts to pry away these fixtures,
That have cemented themselves in minds.
And warning someone not to overdo what is done,
Because it eventually will mentally and physically confine...
Can be compared to talking to a handful of bananas.
And getting debatable results for the effort one finds,
Will be found to be time consuming.
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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How Much More
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Unconditional is that love that lifts,
From minds not pre-occupied with it!
Or fantasized to pleasure and tease.
As something on a list,
Required as a prerequisite!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Expectations and preferences,
Finds one living life with regrets and disappointments.
Dismissing one's looks,
As a book unread...
Yet accepting a physicality,
Without chemistry...
Delivers a reality!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Or deal with a second hand romance...
Taking a chance,
That whatever isn't there...
May with time be forced to fit!
How much more,
Can one put up with this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rely On Me
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
Rely on me
Devil take tomorrow
Take these blues away
Too much pain and sorrow
All our yesterdays
Theres a world a waiting
Where you reap just what you sow
No good contemplating
So come with me and watch it grow
Rely on me
Rely on me
Rely on me
I will set you free
Ill break down the walls and set you free
Moon is bright in my sky
Nightingale sings sweet sweet
Youre the song in my heart
Put your faith in me
Lets not cool the spirit
Waste each others time
Its my world I want you in it
Trust in me and what were sure to find
Rely on me
Rely on me
Rely on me
I will set you free
Ill break down the walls and set you free
Rely on me
Rely on me
Rely on me
I will set you free
Ill break down the walls and set you free
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Usually its users discover sooner or later that their program does not deliver all the desired results, or worse, that the results requested were not the ones really needed.
quote by Niklaus Wirth
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Dishonesty Is Given To Get And Taken
Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
To relish their immaturity and 'thick-headedness'.
Too many are dishonest.
And prepared to lie and cheat.
As witnessed by those much younger,
Practicing false beliefs...
They too one day will teach.
Too many are dishonest.
Thinking it 'cool' to fool and deceive.
And too many have grown older,
Without integrity or identities...
To leave,
Future generations...
With a solid effectiveness respected,
As a qualifying priority.
They should expect this from others...
As it is given to get and taken as received.
But this perception is not uppermost,
In minds hosting floating boats...
Circling until their throats are choked!
Since,
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
Dis-honesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
With a feeling to fullfill a need.
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense of Accomplishment
Thank you!
As long as readers like yourself,
Discover that I don't make sense...
At least 'something' has been achieved!
That leaves me feeling a sense of accomplishment.
And I express my gratitude to anyone,
Who finds the time to acknowledge that point!
Inspired by:
The Venice Poet
'Talent desiring to remain incognito,
is factitiousness wasted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In The Practice
Stuck in the practice,
Of success re-anactments.
To charade for others,
With a hopeful soothing done...
To keep expectations physically seen,
As if something secret is there to be won!
Uncomfortable are those behind their own closed doors.
And sleepless are their nights,
With impressions to fill the hunger...
Of 'assumed' appetites!
With social activities kept prioritized,
People are observed walking around...
Dressed to impress with bloodshot eyes.
Frustrated to appeal to others who critique.
People have dieted themselves from common sense.
And comprehension and reason,
No longer do they feed on this their minds to eat.
Although a picking may be done this is left to leave.
Destroyed are integrities and identities dismissed.
An A credit standing is why some from day to day exist.
And nothing in their environments supports a stripping away,
Of all nonsense.
People want to feel they belong,
No matter what that price paid is!
Stuck in the practice,
Of success re-anactments.
To charade for others,
With a hopeful soothing done...
To keep expectations physically seen,
As if something secret is there to be won!
And there is!
Mental breakdowns.
With an attached assortment,
Of high cost hospital visits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Above And Beyond Disbelief
One needs only to open their eyes.
Wide.
And listen with their ears.
Without the aid of whispering peers.
And,
To do this...
With intent to comprehend from observation.
To discover...
Just how much influence liars have.
And if one chooses to remain,
On the sidelines to watch in denial...
Then that influence has spread up above and beyond,
Disbelief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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