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Am I 'That'?

Am I 'that'?
That which has expressed my purpose?
Flaunted and yet,
Kept introspective.
Although touching with a respectfulness,
Impressing with an aggressiveness.
That is brought to birth,
Without pretensions to suspect.
For mindsets to collect and digest!
Am I 'that'?

That which has expressed my purpose?
Flaunted and yet,
Kept introspective.

But,
Exposed to those who choose to inspect.
From a diversed and eclectic selection.
To enjoy just a nibble...
Or disregard an effort released at my best!
I can not make every taste,
Unforgettable!
That I have yet to try!
Should I continue to let you decide,
I 'am' that!
Am I?

For you to say an arrival has been made?
Am I 'That'?
I've just begun another batch,
If you wish more!
I can not expect all my flavors to be savored.
Some are whipped to be delicious.
While a few may sit.
To do nothing with until I give them the attention,
They wish to get.
Perhaps they become the ones,
To attract when I'm done.
For you to say an arrival has been made?

Am I 'That'?
I can start another batch,
If you wish more!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Purposes Of Making Claims

To take a piece and rave about its taste,
While disparaging the creator...
After learning who it was,
Who spent the time in its delivery.
Only validates,
When something delicious is nibbled...
Some will enjoy it for what it is.
And will become interested,
As to 'who' whipped together the flavor.
Seeking an opportunity to meet and greet.

However...
There will always be that 'one' amongst them all,
Who will convince anyone who listens...
They too should become suspicious,
When someone does something so well,
There has to be another motivation...
Needing further investigation.
Because there just has to be much more,
Than just one's experience...
And love that assists one to excel.
Especially when something done is accomplished,
With such tireless effort.
Someone like this needs an instigated probing.

'Have you tasted this?
It is wonderful.'

~I know.
I enjoyed it much better before I discovered,
Who made it.
Aren't you the least bit curious as to 'how' this was done? ~

'No!
If it's to be enjoyed,
Why should I be the one to make attempts to destroy it? '

~Well...
Some of US like to get to the bottom of things.~

'For what purpose?
To re-create the flavor for the purpose of making claims? '

'Not necessarily.
Just to ensure certain procedures were accurately followed.'

~Oh!
I hadn't thought about that.
You do have a point.
Let me recommend that to the others.~

'By all means.
You do that.
And...
If you have the time,
I'd like to have another piece.'

~Sure.
Me too! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Them No Credit

Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?

'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'

Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.

'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'

Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.

'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '

You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitions

Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
With a shallowness they would defend,
With pretention.
And an awareness of self...
A depth did not know.
They did not grow to love themselves...
If they could not purchase things to define them.
And definitions of who they were...
Had to have style and be flaunted,
To identify themselves with cliques of importance.
And...
Where they had been and where they are going,
Depend on things obtained to impress.
And not the lack of substance...
No one has that to qualify,
To ensure that can be addressed or expressed
With comprehension understood and digested.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If Made to Compliment

Embedded within those self centered mindsets...
Are preconceived judgements.
And indoctrinated at birth...
Are our obsessions with possessions.
Valued more than deeds...
Done by anyone at a greater worth.

Embedded within,
Them...
Those with turned up noses.
Are visuals that impress.
Before indepth attention is addressed.
And this is expressed...
To avoid any references directed to insecurities.
Surfaced by others...
As if made to compliment.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Collective Introspective

A collective introspective was praised!
However,
The guest of honor to be applauded,
Was turned away upon arrival.
Unrecognized.
Since the person appearing,
Was not perceived to be the same person
To which such accomplishments and deeds
Were identified!
And the donated check brought tax free,
By the one accustomed to giving...
To benefit those in attendance,
Was destroyed
Without one sign of annoyance
Displayed by the one disrespected,
So many thought did not have the 'right' presence!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Arrival

our arrival is greeted by the wagging of a tail
and the jumping of a dog long denied
of company.

our arrival is the opening of the windows
the winds come
and once again kiss the furniture
and the room shows once more
the luster of an almost forgotten
fullness

our arrival shall keep the blankets
warm again
it shall unlock the bolts and shall
once more open a closed door

our arrival shall give us the sounds
of faucets
the flushing of an old water
inside the bowl long silenced by the
kind of absence that
sometimes want a revival of newer
perspectives

our arrival is a reconstruction of ourselves
for once again
we shall make the questions open
and then, if you only know, the meaning of things

that grow again, like seeds, these, all of these
shall make an arrival interesting....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For Services Rendered

What's the use of tap dancing...
If you are doing so in hush puppies?
I thought the whole idea
Was to make as much noise as possible,
When washing windows?
Especially if the purpose is to attract attention,
For the need of a higher pay!
Unless there has been a promise made,
To give everyone a pig AND a chicken...
For services rendered?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just As Delicious Tomorrow

This is going to be just as delicious tomorrow,
As it is right now,
Today.

Taste buds remain favored to basic flavors.
Like a kiss from a good kisser is always missed.
It can be substituted in a solution that delutes.
But the real thing is reminisced.

This is going to be just as delicious tomorrow,
As it is right now,
Today.
When I whip up something to treat,
Your satisfaction I wish to guarantee.
And if it does not deliver what I expect you should accept...
I am the one who weeps the tears.

That's how much I want you,
To enjoy what I do!

This is going to be just as delicious tomorrow,
As it is right now,
Today.
That's how much I want you,
To enjoy what I do!
Now.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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