All Of My Creditors Want To Get Paid
This just dawned on me,
During a coincidental occurrence.
While during my daily walk.
And...
As is my custom,
Minding my own business.
I processed this while thinking...
How the words 'maybe' and 'if'...
Are interpretations of 'yes'.
Think about it!
How many times have you uttered,
Either a 'maybe' or 'if'?
To something you were prepared to say 'no' to.
And you believed yourself to have full consciousness.
'Gee...
I wish I could,
But...'
~Oh...
So you are saying,
You'd like to have a benefit revealed? ~
'Well...
Not exactly.
I see the benefit.
'MAYBE' or 'IF'...'
SOLD!
Forget it.
No need to resist.
Your 'maybe' or 'if'...
Began to make accomodating arrangements,
In your mind.
Somewhere to make,
Your decision 'fit'.
On the wall.
Or somewhere for it to sit!
Find sometime alone,
To convince 'yourself'...
You have not been had!
Then...
Drink a cup of tea.
Deciding which one of your creditors...
Will believe,
You were on your way to pay your bills...
When a wide screened TV,
Had your name on it!
And a salesman hypnotized you.
Leaving you without a cent in your pockets.
And you did realize this...
Until you got home,
Waiting...
For the delivery people!
Go ahead...
Use that excuse!
It sounds good to me.
Although,
All of my creditors want to get paid.
And hopefully...
One day they will!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving Ugliness To Forget
Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
To hug!
And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Pushed from anyone's lips.
Needed...
Are a few recipes.
Those kind that mixes joy...
With a rise to increase peace.
And what we need,
Is an empathy believed.
We are together here...
And not bits of eaten cheese.
Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
With lots of hugs!
And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
We don't need that ugliness,
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
No no no no!
We don't need that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this,
To forget!
Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this...
Pushed from anyone's lips!
We can have more happiness...
Leaving ugliness to forget.
Yes,
We can have more happiness...
If we left ugliness to forget!
If we left ugliness to forget!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget!
Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!
Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!
We need to leave an ugliness...
To forget!
We need to repent and not re-invent...
An ugliness.
There's no benefit at all in it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make Promises to Keep
Make promises to keep!
Breaking a promise,
Is like kissing away one's integrity.
In fact,
Those who break promises,
Should not make claims
Of knowing what integrity means.
However,
There are certain instances
In which good intensions
Are misunderstood for keeping a promise.
One, if made, should be kept as should!
Minding my own business,
As is my custom when visiting friends.
I overheard Bob and Helen in discussion.
About their relationship.
One I regard as ideal.
One that had me close to thinking,
Of getting married again!
Bob saved me!
And he had no idea...
From what!
And friends forever we will remain.
And that visit I made,
Was a stroke of good luck.
'We've been together for ten years.
Said Helen.
Thinking what was said,
Was out of range from my listening ears.
'And the only thing we have not done between us,
Is get married legally.
And you keep saying that's what we are going to do.
But when?
Promise me you will marry me! '
God was sending me a message.
And I listened intently.
~As long as you know we are going to get married...
Why the rush? ~
Bob said in a quieting hush.
~As soon as the house gets paid.
And the kids grow up.
Our creditors are satisfied...
We can do something we 'alway's wanted to do.
We have company now.
So let's not start a fuss.~
God please keep my lips closed tight and shut.
I wanted so much to say 'something' but...
'We'll both be 'dead' by then! '
Said Bob...
Coming out with drinks,
Followed by Helen.
Coming from the kitchen.
~Now that's a promise I can keep!
At least you can say I 'had' integrity.
And was faithful to my intentions.
And I was reliable!
How many people do you know can say that? ~
'Well...'
Said Helen.
~Not too many.
If any.~
Replied my dear friend Bob.
Bob and Helen,
I must go.
And Bob?
You are a terrific human being!
How 'terrific'?
The words from me,
Are too many to flow.
But I just wanted you to know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Need Cash And Not Your Lip
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is not end to it.
Until a limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied...
Quick,
Your credit also split!
You once felt equal.
You may not have a clue,
Or be conscious of it.
You may accept it as a part of life,
Existing.
Spending as if there is no end to it.
Until your limit has been reached,
With a lesson to begin...
Taught to you as one to teach.
And then you call your creditors...
Who say to you we need some cash,
And not a promise of it!
It's needed now.
And needed fast!
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
You believed you were equal.
Sharing 'perks' and benefits.
You believed you were equal.
But when your pockets emptied quick...
You called your creditors who say,
They need the cash and not your lip.
'Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up!
We need cash and not your lip.
Pay up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Came to Socialize with the Baker
~There's an 'old' player on the field.
One who has yet been revealed,
As appealing with significance.
But...
Significant this player is.
Significant to 'that' which lives.
Under the current circumstances.
And the benefit to 'whom'...
Those significant looming circumstances,
Come to grow and groom.~
The easiest thing to do...
For those in positions of leadership,
Appointed and likeable too.
Was...
Not to create opposition,
For those elated who appreciated...
A charading done in masquerade.
When favorite cakes are baked to taste...
Those waiting in anticipation,
Can be counted on to celebrate.
But...
When that oven is finally turned off,
And the aroma of baked cakes fade away.
People once patient,
Begin to show a disrespect.
With a desire to twist the leader's neck.
And a stirring of the masses begin to rise!
When the incompetence of the leader...
Catches all by surprise.
What now becomes prioritized,
Is what has happened to the funds?
And why no one accepts responsibility...
For paying bills that has not been done!
~Has the baker taken ill? ~
No one had ever questioned,
The credibility of those 'appointed' to lead.
Or an ability to think.on feet...
To keep a sinking process,
Now believed and seen as getting deep.
Those looks of impressions,
Seem to be consciously addressed.
Those dressed impeccably with images given...
Are lost to define leadership qualities felt to express.
However...
Everyone knew the taste of good cake.
But very few came to socialize with the baker!
Or knew a thing about what the baking of a good cake takes.
They just came prepared to eat.
Feed pretentions and agreed to meet.
Slap a few backs in 'glad-hand' chatting.
Before exiting with pocketed money arrangements.
Then to hop in luxurized cars to leave!
~There's an 'old' player on the field.
One who has yet been revealed,
As appealing with significance.
But...
Significant this player is.
Significant to 'that' which lives.
Under the current circumstances.
And the benefit to 'whom'...
Those significant looming circumstances,
Come to grow and groom...
Is lost.!
And the baker has stated to the candlestick maker...
'Let them try to do this again.
Without paying 'upfront'...
Every cent that is due us,
In unpaid dividends! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Do Not Resist
At nighttime I have found my mind,
Can not unwind.
You've got my insight on a hold...
All thoughts I've left behind.
And I know you're not the kind,
To try to probe and define me.
And feeling good I surely do...
Because of you it's true.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
And...
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
And I know you're not the kind,
To try to probe and define me.
And feeling good I surely do.
Because of you it's true.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And from me you can't resist!
Oh I know I am persistent...
And from me you can't resist!
I know I am persistent!
You can not resist.
I know I am persistent!
You can not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
I know I am persistent!
You can not resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Thankful To Be Blessed
Feeling Blessed.
And with each day I am more receptive.
Less inclined am I to accept a restlessness.
With a peace of mind,
That having an openness...
Achieves and gets.
And...
How you doin?
'I aint so lucky,
To have my life that way.
I have to get up to go to work!
And be annoyed everyday.
My life aint nuthin'...
But ups and downs.
I've got bills to pay!
And my creditors are always around.'
Oh!
So you're saying,
That's the way you choose to live?
Looking for something to complain about.
And deciding there's no reason,
To be positive.
'No!
I'm not saying that at all.
That's just the way my life is.
I can not afford to fantasize,
Like 'some' people who pretend...
They've got it made,
With no pot to piss in! '
Well...
I guess you do have a point.
I get up thankful to be blessed,
I have a toilet...
Where I conduct all my private business.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No benefit
No benefit
No benefit.
You are cooking
You are eating
You are sitting
You are meeting.
No benefit
No benefit.
No body is there
To share
You have not
Shared anybody.
No benefit
No benefit.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Babies Making Babies
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.
Babies.
Making babies!
They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.
But they are babies,
Making babies.
No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.
Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
Today!
To have it their way.
Today!
And these babies.
Making babies!
Stay that way!
Leaving a sadness,
With the rest of us...
To pay!
And arresting a joy,
That fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Information is a source of learning. But unless it is organized, processed, and available to the right people in a format for decision making, it is a burden, not a benefit.
quote by William Pollard
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts
I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.
And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.
None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!
Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!
And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.
And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!
Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!
So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired Of Waiting
tired of waiting
I've been waiting up all night
tired of waiting
I've been waiting since midnight
tired of waiting
just to give you an insight
tired of waiting
I've half a mind to walk away
and half a mind to stay
I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired of the lies, baby
too many broken promises
am I the only one who cares
I must be dreaming
are you for real today
oh, look at the bed we made
woe-betide the friends that I betrayed
god only knows the price I paid
you can't imagine
I gave you time and space
but love still leaves you cold, no time to waste
let me be your saving grace
I'm tired of waiting
alright
tired of waiting
hate to see you so uptight
tired of waiting
let me give you an insight
tired of waiting
with the benefit of hindsight
tired of waiting
when your father ran away to sea
he was running to be free
I know the feeling
'cause you put the hurt on me
I try so hard to compensate
all you do is make me wait
times are changing
you can lean on me
song performed by by Level 42
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Not Foreign To Those Who Hear
There was a time in my life,
When those coy and with faces of innocence...
Could convince anyone,
Of my involvement in the implementation...
Of their misdeeds.
And their tactics were believed.
But times have changed.
And today so have I.
I am not so naive,
To relish the protection of good friends.
As much as I perceive...
Anyone given the opportunity,
Will use what they have to their benefit.
AND given the right situation...
Someone unsuspecting will be deceived.
This is not a myth.
But daily practices,
Done by those in 'this' reality.
And...
This language I speak,
Is not foreign to those who hear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving In
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
Giving in may,
Not be the end of it
If,
What is done to another is offensive.
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
And giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done to another is offensive.
Saying what is wrong to one,
May not be the right thing.
Especially if the other is a lover.
Who believes what is done,
Is okay and approved.
With an acceptance expected,
To be received as cool.
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
And giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done is offensive.
And it is said and admitted.
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
Giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done is offensive.
And an argument begins,
That is unended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Matter Of Decision
Id be home free if I could make up my mind,
What to do about you.
One minute I think I love you, the next Im playing the fool.
Youre such a part of me, cant tear myself away from you.
Dont care what people say, I just wanna be close.
Ive changed my mind a thousand times,
Now its a case of do or die.
Theres no more time to reason why.
Now its a matter of decision,
Why cant I make up my mind?
I cant stand this indecision,
Im going out of my mind.
The world is in such a sorry state.
In the papers, in the news.
Politicians cant see their hands from their feet,
Nobody cares about the truth.
Wish I could make the world a better place for you and me.
You always run and hide, I only wanna be close.
The teachers stuff your head with lies,
And make it hard to realize,
Whats going on, whats wrong, whats right.
Well, its a matter of decision,
We all must make a stand,
For everything that we believe in,
Every woman, every man.
Its a matter of decision.
A matter of decision, a matter of decision.
song performed by by Kinks
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to God who is not speaking
to God who has not spoken
i give the benefit of doubt that he is there glancing
to God who is merely glancing
i give the benefit of the doubt that he is all loving
to God who is all loving and not interfering
i give the benefit of the doubt that he is simply waiting
for the right hour for the right timing for the ripe season
to God who is there waiting and all knowing
i give the benefit of the doubt that all these sufferings of mankind
shall soon end with all his beneficence and magnificence
to God for God and by God, i drink to that
Cheers! God is coming! Cheers! I have always drank to that.
All night and all day, my heart aches in worship.
To God, Through God, and By God
May he speak, and touch, and save us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poverty In A Modern World
An egotistical backlog
of creditors
waiting in line
Waiting
to take the cloths
off your back
and the skin
off your bones
All to make money
and to make you broke
while the politicians
they got into power
laugh and smirk
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Comprehending Is the Key
I had the funding.
I had the opportunity.
And I wanted with them to share.
'What happened? '
I gave back the funding.
I returned the opportunity.
And I told those who supported me,
I could find no one who cared.
'So what is it that you do now? '
Stay focused.
Move forward.
And make huge investments,
In the minding of my own business.
'Aren't those the same people who say,
What is needed is commitment and unity...
In this community? '
I stay focused.
I've moved forward.
And I make huge investments,
In the minding of my own business.
'I know you heard me.'
I stay focused.
I've moved forward.
And...
'I make huge investments,
In the minding of my own business.'
I hear you.
Comprehending is the key,
To keeping one's peace of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Quality of Life
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
Few I see walking.
Or exercising their right,
To feel healthier and bright.
Most with a better credit rating,
Than the one I possess...
Seem to be stressed and obsessed with regrets.
Why can't they whip out a piece of plastic,
Or be 'loaned' out of their mess?
Isn't that what having good credit means.
An ability to temporarily be free of duress.
That sounds so inviting.
To live for the creditors to hound and bite.
Hmmm...
I think not.
Not on my drug free watch!
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
There were those who believed I had lost my mind.
Literally!
Since I did not chase behind,
Luxury items.
Marketed to confine.
I chose to leave that kind of life behind.
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
Only the necessities,
Brought me more happiness it seems.
'And you say I can get two of these for a dollar?
Can I get three for twenty five cents more?
Why are you staring at me? '
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Exploring those things like nature walks,
Or riding daily on a bus.
I admit in the beginning...
A few choice words I openly cussed.
And that action began my release.
'I's free.
I's free.
I's be free like morning glory.
Well...
Not entirely.
I still pay basic bills.'
Stripped from impressions I see others attempt.
With a clear mind unaddicted...
These observations now to me make less sense.
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Life unattached to crap,
Can be quite exciting!
Although social invitations are few,
And far between.
But having peace of mind that is recognized...
Is more fulfilling than being in and around those scenes.
And that's a given.
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
I is free from pretentious living.
Uh-uh.
Yessuh!
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
If they are,
I don't see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feel The Benefit
Reminisce and speculation
You went out on the street without your shoes on
You didnt listen what your momma said
She said you wont feel the benefit, wont feel the benefit
And if we all went out without our shoes on
Tell me where would we be, where would we be
If all the people in the world lost their reason
What would we see, where would we be
If all the entertainers in the world lost their music
What would they play, what could they say
To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves
Wont feel the benefit
Youre like a cloud behind the sun
Like the face behind the clown
Youre moving like the wrinkles in a frown
And you can never look back
A leaf thats borne upon the wind
A cardboard suitcase in your hand
The wanderer soon returns
And finds the colour of the grass is just the same
On the other side of the tracks, oh no
A latin break
Ooh when you smile its like a holiday
Ooh pack your bags and we can get away
Well float on a queen down to rio
Theres no need to shave
Well be stinking like rum in a punch
You can walk on the water
You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo
You can smoke a little ganja
Float like a cloud over rio, rio
You can ride with the gauchos
Swinging your bolas in a red bandana
You can run with the devil
Takin your chances with senorita
You can drink a lot of coffee in brazil
But the bill is gonna make you ill
Feel the benefit
So, you can go out on the street and take your chances
But if you do, you better do it right
Or you wont feel the benefit, wont feel the benefit
Spin the wheel and take your chances
And your number might come up
Though the odds may be in favor of the house
If all the people in the world would say together
Were all black and white, were all day and night
If all the people in the world could sing together
How would it sound, what would we feel
Wed all feel the benefit
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement
If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?
What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?
And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?
And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?
Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '
So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.
Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!
'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.
Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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