All This Time You Had the Gift of Clairvoyance
Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Oh...
That's right.
Your life wasn't being affected.
I was one of 'those'...
And you were part of the collective 'them'.
These issues were raised when the homeless hit the streets.
When hunger in the urban cities left many with nothing to eat.
Remember when you would drive by...
With your nose in the air and your car doors locked?
You do remember my interview...
For a job you told me my credentials were over the top.
You told me I was over qualified.
And I thought to myself...
'Qualified, you were not! '
Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Those of us thrown crumbs to survive.
While you jeered us with your peers.
And now your tears display bigger drops as they fall.
Aren't you the one 'connected'?
I'm sure those thieves will not allow you to crawl.
Afterall...
You did tell me,
I was over qualified!
And all this time you had the gift of clairvoyance.
No better time than now,
Do you have to express this gift.
I see you sobbing uncontrollably!
What about you?
What do you see?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified
I got a beat up piece of paper - It's a message from a king
He says - I got to get you out of here
He say - I got to let you in
'Cos I've been down the darkest road there is - I've seen the other side
I got a licence to go - Straight through your pain
Ain't no big deal - 'Cos I'm qualified - Yeah I'm qualified
Qualified in fear and pain - I'm qualified in lies and shame
I'm qualified with a broken heart
You knock me down - I get back up again
'Cos' I'm qualified
I'm qualified - To get your love
I'm qualified - To know what you're thinking of
I'm qualified - in broken dreams
I can save you from where you've been
'Cos I'm qualified
I'm qualified to make you smile
I'm qualified to save your pain
Qualified to give a real good time
Qualified to make your sun shine
song performed by by Chris Rea
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What is qualified? What have I been qualified for in my life? I haven't been qualified to be a mayor. I'm not qualified to be a songwriter. I'm not qualified to be a TV producer. I'm not qualified to be a successful businessman. And so, I don't know what qualified means.
quote by Sonny Bono
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Essential
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
When I used the bathroom...
There were those who gave up hope,
I could do that on my own.
Every step I made has been followed.
And attempts to overcome my weaknesses...
Were spent in public view.
I did not hide behind a desk.
Nor group with a clique...
To mask my defects.
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
I had been considered foolish...
Quite lazy and a joke.
And as I realized those who found time to criticize...
I knew then I was more than qualified.
Since I used my time...
Clearing obstacles off my path.
And thanking God along the way...
I had humor left to laugh,
At those who took their valuable time...
Finding fault with what I did.
When all I've done is to use my mind!
And blessed to have teachers,
Who knew how to subdue my ego!
And thanks to them I let that go when it annoyed!
I know I am more than qualified.
I am removed from that which had blinded my eyes!
Which in fact...
Just might make some folks highly dissatisfied,
That I have made my credentials far more essential...
Than I have utilized!
I like to keep that as a surprise!
It's fun to throw around a resumé every now and then.
Not to impress.
But just to get a moment's rest when interviewed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Annoint Themselves Qualified
What institutions do you have left,
That are steadfast and valid?
Hmmm,
Well...
The only ones that seem,
To have stood the test of time...
Are your 'mental institutions'.
However...
I do question their validity.
Since those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Are the very ones responsible for the cause.
Happening at such alarming rates.
And I am glad you have asked me that question.
It just occurred to me...
Those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Do so to keep themselves employed.
And...
Advocated for reasons why additional funding is needed,
To keep rehabilitation programs updated.
With the hiring of more qualified personnel a recommendation.
How clever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tongues Enclosed Within Cheeks
How am I qualified to live my life?
That's an interesting question...
Coming from the likes of someone like you.
Someone assigned to watch what I do.
Getting paid a salary to monitor me too.
Then to come uninvited into my comfort zone...
Looking for ways to have me condoned,
In my own home.
To ask how I am qualified to live my life?
I guess as much as you are...qualified.
If you can leave here with undiminished pride.
And with those same indignities remembered.
Those same indignities you do not at all try to hide.
I was taught to observe others with tolerance.
But I have learned to teach,
How to keep tongues enclosed within cheeks.
And how one's teeth should be whitened to make clear,
What deliberate lips wish for someone like you to kiss.
And to remember it as an undenying qualification,
People like you not expecting that is kept in preparation!
'I appreciate that.
You are not like the others.
You express an intelligence.
And...
Your diction?
So crisp and understandable.
I am impressed AND amazed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If They Are Exquisite Gifts
She may not have been qualified,
To be their church organist...
For the many years she did it.
But she sure proved she was qualified,
To raise four successful kids...
In more ways than one.
And that church still sits,
Where snobs and the self righteous...
Visit as if they are exquisite gifts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Take The Place Of Your Man
It was only last june when her old man ran away
She couldnt stop cryin, she knew he was gone to stay
10:35 on a lonely friday night
She was standin by the fire - unh - she was lookin alright
I asked her if she wanted to dance and she said
All she wanted was a good man who wanted to know if I thought I was qualified
I said baby dont waste your time
I know whats on your mind
I may be qualified for a one night stand
But I can never take the place of your man
It hurt me so bad when I saw the tears in her eyes
She was all he ever wanted and now she wanted to die
He left her with a baby and another one on the way
She couldnt stop cryin she knew he was gone to stay
She asked me if we couldnt be friends and I said
Oh honey baby thats ok you know and I know, know, know you wouldnt be satisfied
I said baby dont waste your time
And I know whats on your mind
I may be qualified for a one night stand
But I could never take the place of your man
I may be qualified for a one night stand
But I could never take the place of your man
I may be qualified for a one night stand
But I could never take the place of your man
La la la oh oh whoa
Never take the place of your man
Thats all I need girl
Is a one night, one night, one night stand
I dont wanna be like a steak in your mind
Oh girl if you need a friend Im there by your side
Sha la la la sha la la
Sha la la la sha la la
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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I thought it was a gift.
They told me it was a gift;
they told me and I was so glad.
I put my heart and soul into it all,
cried tears and sweat so many beads of my own metallic crimson blood.
I gave it all; I thought it was a gift.
I worked longer than anyone I knew.
I worked harder.
I gave up so much more, I did so many things, all at the same time;
just so I could please them. I put their needs and wants over mine.
I gave it all; I thought it was a gift.
I thought that this was what they called fate,
I thought that this was what they called destiny.
I thought that I'd been given a gift for good.
I thought that gifts were supposed to bring joy, and happiness, and peace.
I gave it all, all because I thought it was a gift.
You never told me,
that one day I'd be sitting here,
questioning myself -
about how and why a God given gift, had suddenly turned
into a curse.
How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refusing Then To Listen
There were those selected and chosen,
To represent their causes.
With a reflecting of their priorities,
And interests kept protected.
There were those denied,
And deemed not qualified.
Although they produced credentials,
To prove their experiences were essential.
Today those denied,
And deemed yesterday not qualified...
Are discovered to have experiences,
That should have never been dismissed.
But time does not allow to have those yesterdays,
Replaced with a catching up to date.
And,
What could have been of benefit and useful to them,
Those refusing then to listen...
Would have been paths freed of debris with clarity.
But a patience gone from those dismissed...
Has been distanced from the ones,
Caught up in lives lived in chaos and conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ii Remember But Do Yuu? ? ?
ii remember the funny times
ii remember the baddd too
ii remember wat yuu was like
but doo yuu remember
doo yuu remember me? ?
doo yuu remember wat yuu once said to me
ii remember yuu said yuu loved me
ii remember when yuu said ill always be here
ii remember these things but doo yuu? ? ?
doo yuu remember the first time the cops chased uss ont he motor bike
doo yuu remember the time we stayed upp and mum yelled at yuu
doo yuu remember the times yuu realy cared about me? ?
ii remember all these times
ii remember all the memories
ii remember the day yuu became a memorie
dooo remember its 5 years ago this year
doo yuu remember that it was yuu that left
doo yuu remember when yuu told me ii was a skank
ii remember ii cried all night
ii remember ii tried too ring to talk too yuu but yuu would only hang upp...
ii hate that yuu only alow yuu too stay a memorie to me
when yuu said yuu loved me when yuu said yuu would never leave
ii remember all these things but...... doo yuu remember anything? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
poem by Sxc Babe Xxx
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Premeditated Preferences
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
If one doesn't arrive,
With a feeling of a happiness generated from inside...
Few will give their happiness away,
At the benefit of another's dismay.
Not today!
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
And most times premeditated preferences,
Sit alone in the minds of those,
Already disappointed and negative!
And not conscious enough,
To know this is the life they've chosen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autobiography in the Hanquerian style
We got a new class teacher this fall.
Head says we should be grateful
on account of he’s highly ‘qualified’. Guess that means
he gets paid more. So he’s the one
should be grateful. In my experience
which don’t hold for much
but which ain’t nothing neitherways:
life out here don’t pay much heed
to paper ‘qualifications’.
Now, ‘qualified’ is something
of another colour altogether. That’s earned
with a diff’rent sort of paper.
We’ll see.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Who Is Having The Fun Here?
What are you doing?
'Give me a few seconds.
Someone has me on hold.'
On hold?
'Yes.
I've been waiting for a couple of minutes,
For someone to explain to me...
Why they believe I am not qualified.'
Qualified?
To do what?
'Qualified to have intelligence.
Because of my...
Well,
You know...
The obvious.'
Why don't you hang up the telephone?
You don't have to prove that to anyone.
'I know this.
I just want to know how long it takes them,
To respond with an answer.'
But...
Don't you know what that response will be?
'Of course I do.
But who is having the fun here? '
Checkmate!
I suggest you concentrate on the game.
It is no fun beating you when you are distracted.
'Gee...
I didn't realize they had me on hold that long.
You are right.
I should hang up before I prove my stupidity.'
Naw!
You?
You're too intelligent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Rememer, .
I Remember, ..
I Remember, seeing cops take you away.
I Remember, it was just the 3 of us.
I Remember, going to see you.
I Remember, talking to you ALL the time.
I Remember, telling you ' I love you.'
I Remember saying, ' Daddy, i miss you.'
I Remember, when you packed your bags.
I Remember you, holding your new born child.
I Remember, when you left me.
I Remember when, i told you i hated you.
I Remember, when i met HIM.
I Remember, when HE called me HIS daughter.
I Remember, HE took your place.
I Remember when, I told HIM ' Dad, i love you.'
I Remember now, im not YOUR daughter, ..
IM HIS.
poem by Bree Chase
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Undress
The river undress
Qualified and with sea
The mountain undress
Qualified and touch sky.
About me face shy
With so many dress
No road no direction
To see and go by.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In Positions That Remain Ignored
Let's not talk about him being qualified.
Let's discuss the qualifications of those...
Who have been totally ineffective,
In positions that remain ignored...
By those who maintain control.
And allow those who claim they 'are' qualified...
To play games with semantics.
As fantasies are sustained...
On stages lit for images,
And captivating dramatics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Appreciate Their Teachings
Many today are discovering,
The ease their introduction to poverty has become.
Some of us already experienced with its effects,
Thought of poverty as a prerequisite to upper mobility.
When people of a 'certain' class were living,
Right across the street.
Just before the terms minority and ghetto were popularized.
And poverty was 'NOT' a fast fall from greed.
We seemed to have never qualified for anything back then.
But sympathetic looks and eyes cast down...
From those with turned up noses.
That was a long yesterday ago though.
But today,
Greed has become the 'boss'.
People have falsified qualifiers,
Just based on them knowing how to use a pen.
To sign documents eventually forged to approve a loan.
I couldn't make this up if I wanted to.
Too much of this is factual.
And people are up in arms,
About a downward credit rating...
That puts a smudge on their pretentions.
And that hole they have dugged deep...
Will take a hundred years to plug.
Many today are discovering,
The ease their introduction to poverty has become.
Some of us already experienced with its effects,
Thought of poverty as a prerequisite to upper mobility.
And not a fast fall from greed.
We seemed to have never qualified for anything back then.
I remember those who now crawl on their knees,
Use to say to my family and me...
Back in the day of our struggles,
How unfortunate 'we' were with their sarcasms.
Today I look at 'these' people and purposely buy a can of beans,
With a slowing of an opening done...
To then eat the beans in their honor.
Expressing a blessed thankfulness for having people like 'them'...
To realize how much I appreciate their teachings.
Maybe they will...
'Get off their lazy ignorant butts and find a job.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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Thats What You Told Me
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
You drive me crazy
I thought I was the one
When we were together
You would take me to
Another place and time that I could feel free
You were all that I was searching for
Bridge:
Thats just when i
I thought I could lean on you for life
I thought that the sun would always shine
But you took my dreams away
I remember the lies that you told me baby
Chorus:
(one) you told me you love me you need me
(two) you told me you never deceive me
(three) you told me youd always be true
(four)you told me were through, thats what you told me
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me
Tell me was it fun taking my love for granted
Now Im not the one
Everything we used to share has up and gone
I dont need to tell you, you were wrong
(bridge)
(chorus)
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
Thats what you told me baby
You drive me crazy (x2)
Thats what you told me, girl tell me no lie
Do you want to fly super high, super dooper high
No mistakes when Im with you
Know exactly what I wanna do
Lay you down and pursue me
Im super fly, cos Im super high
When Im by your side if you like girl, tell me if you like
One, if you wanna
Two, if youre gonna
Three, time to jive
Four, five bring it live
(chorus until fade)
song performed by by Five
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