An Eclectic Approach That Is Adorned
Tribalistic?
Oh yes.
I wish I could address,
Every aspect of my heritage.
To represent each of my ancestors.
In fact...
My pride,
Can be best described...
As arrogance.
But that's okay!
As long as something about me,
Is displayed to expose my dignity.
Eccentric it may be,
In my willingness to have it presented.
With an eclectic approach that is adorned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images Presented
The image that's presented,
Determines how impressive...
Those pretentious rush to protect.
And the image that's presented,
Has less to do with intellect.
Or competence and its effect,
Upon those expecting...
Much more than an image projected to accept.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented,
Do not feed!
Those images presented,
No one needs now!
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Integrity
I remember early in my expressions as a writer,
I was told I did not represent my plantation roots.
I didn't depict those sufferings,
My ancestors experienced in the fields...
As they plotted to set themselves free from slavery.
Well...
All Black folks weren't shackled and chained.
Quite a few Africans sailed the seas with the Chinese,
Long before claims were made and history re-written...
By the 'others' who say to have discovered what they didn't.
I come from a long line of pioneers.
And there is nothing in my heritage,
That keeps me tied to paying an annual homage...
To being oppressed and grateful,
While I address this on a daily basis.
As I display a disrespect for myself.
And express a lack of identity.
None of my ancestors,
Would have never allowed me to reflect...
That kind of ignorance.
They may have been tricked and deceived,
To abandon their palaces and kingdoms...
But a kept integrity will never be diminished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier To Relax And Enjoy Life
I prefer to keep my life basic.
In a non-traditional, eccentric way.
I like to think of my tastes as being,
Eclectic chic.
Whatever that means!
I don't surround myself with 'expectations'.
You know...
Those 'things' folks keep to impress.
And discussed in long winded conversations.
I don't address those issues.
As much as I do...
An immediate warmth,
I like to touch and keep pursued.
You know...
I'm the 'Give Me Something Real I Can Feel' type.
And...
I enjoy being around others,
Who know exactly who they are too!
It makes it easier to relax and enjoy life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Must Come Out of Disguise
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
If you insist upon using the same list,
You must approach those of 'lowlife' you depict...
With an undeniable,
Sincere sensibility...
If you choose what you say to stick.
You see...
They've grown accustomed to your capabilities.
And they believe you have yet to expose,
The depth of your sleaze.
They feel there is more you have yet to show.
I'd like to offer some suggestions...
Since your lack of commitment is in question.
You've infuriated the people with a periodic tease.
Their expectations have grown.
And like them I too believe...
Those who create and bait animosities,
Should not deliver them just to leave.
Your ability to deceive should be given proper credit.
Every aspect of it was from your mind as conceived.
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anything To Please The 'Little Guy
The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.
So foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.
Today a mockery of intelligence,
Sits opposed by those inexperienced.
And money to support these tumbleweeds...
Is increasingly coming from the ones elite!
The agenda to enhance incompetence grows.
So angry are those spoiled,
They seem to be in overdrive to expose...
The least qualified among them,
To represent their needs.
And so foolish are their decisions made.
Anything but reality...
Is what they aim to feed and please.
'Would you slice my 'Rye'
Before the caviar is placed.
And would you be sure the use of fine china...
Is presented as plated,
With white wine to taste.'
~Sorry to disappoint.
In 'this' shelter...
You get one cot, a blanket,
And a bowl of soup.~
'May I inquire if any of it,
Is 'organic'? '
~You betcha.
Anything to please the 'little guy'!
We are only here,
To inflict and represent 'your' needs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Tasks Are Deeper Than That
It is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is not for adulation,
I crave to taste.
Or applause to acknowledge,
I have talents gifted...
From an unseen higher place.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It's a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
Impatient with waste.
And with those who procrastinate.
No excuses do I make...
With those who fake life.
And seek ways to escape.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And no emotional limitations,
Will interfere with my deeds...
In a preventive escalation.
That within me,
Gets no empathy.
I'm not here to sob and weep,
To have insecurities of others...
Stop this stride in a movement I keep.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And it is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
And these deeds from me I promise to deliver!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Arrogance Of Man
arrogance of man is a defect
what you see is what you get
they say pride comes before the fall
some can not see this at all
pride in accomplishments
pride in family
pride in self
are all good atributes
unless others are treated inferior
never looking beyond their exterior
we are all equal under gods eyes
and we all will one day die
be kind to one another
and not let arrogance
cause decay
it was never meant to be that way
poem by Giovanna Marie
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Disrespect They Have Chosen
A correct and different image exposed,
Is not one they have been taught...
They should physically embrace.
In fact,
Everything they've done...
Has eliminated any traces of it,
Appearing near or found upon their faces.
With a pride that guides,
Their humiliated paces flaunted as taken.
Therefore...
Any benefits acquired from strong images given,
Has been ignored to replace them...
With those that encompass,
A disrespect they have chosen...
With a preference that dictates,
Every aspect that shows...
How they have adorned an implementation,
Of their social disgraces satiated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendoed As Suspicious and Extraodinaire
It can be both an arrogance and pride,
By which it is detected with a dignity...
Kept in places safe to reminsce and reflect,
What it took,
For many who feel blessed and protected.
Faith and taking chances enhances life.
It can be both an arrogance and pride,
By which it is detected with a dignity...
Kept in places safe to reminsce and reflect,
What it took,
For many who feel blessed and protected.
Faith and taking chances enhances life.
For many who feel blessed and protected.
It can be both an arrogance and pride,
By which it is detected with a dignity...
Kept in places safe to reminsce and reflect,
What it took,
For many who feel blessed and protected.
Faith and taking chances enhances life.
For many who feel blessed and protected.
For many who have passed,
Microscopic and probing inspections.
Innuendoed as suspicious and extraodinaire.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through An Osmosisness
Unconscious assimilation,
To seduce one into conversation?
Perhaps.
But there are some with realities,
Who are distorted by facts.
And few comprehend that,
When they allow...
The comfort of their delusions,
To sit back and relax.
I have earned the right to express my identity,
With much flair if I dared.
From dawn 'til noon until midnight.
And doing it aware that I have not a care.
And if anyone expresses I do this and declare,
My arrogance to be unbearable.
And a dignity I pride...
Begins to choke with a coolness I carry.
As if I owned the air!
So be it!
If I flaunt a bit of obnoxiousness.
I've earned all of it.
The identity I pride with the dignity I don't hide.
I am not here to defend every step I've taken.
Nor those experiences life to me has personally given.
'Oh!
I can understand how you feel! '
Is that right?
What part of my life have you lived that delights?
And what hour of which day...
Have you said to yourself,
'Ignore what others say.
Keep your faith it will be okay! '
'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '
Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?
'Well...
I don't have to go through that process,
To understand what others go through! '
Hmmm.
I see.
So you're one of those folks who live vicariously?
Through an osmosisness done.
And challenging all obstacles that come?
'Well,
I don't have to...
Forget it.'
That just expressed,
I can understand and accept.
As from you confessed.
There is no need to further address,
Your comprehension to suggest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Troubled
So troubled are they.
With their perceptions,
Of ways a perfected life...
Should be lived.
How romantacized ancestors,
Adorned values...
With overstated etiquette.
Lost in embellished time capsules.
While an infusion of the best of barbaric ways,
Displayed.
Expresses a digressed advancement.
Full with praise.
And completed...
By the use of politically correct,
Table manners.
'But we are at war! '
I see that you are.
This has been observed.
But tell me...
When have you not been?
Mentally!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History
You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.
The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.
Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.
I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.
You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told
poem by Francis Duggan
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Spiced With Choice Ingredients
Feasting on ethnic heat I feed.
Spiced with choice ingredients!
Disqualified I'm declared...
To breathe air my birthright brings.
How foolish these things swing back and forth
In the minds of those
Discouraged by my lack of subservience!
My ancestors did not wilfully play in bondage!
Not of my blood.
Not of my composed heritage,
That leaves me here today with dues paid!
You 'may' criticize my stance and flair for life!
That's just the tip of my arrogance!
I don't owe you anything...
And that's the joy I have!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Persistent Theories
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
Nothing you have done has eased my existence.
Your persistent theories of me being useless...
Has highlighted the absence of your common sense.
And a willingness to televise every aspect of your ignorance.
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
What you have displayed is a charaded intelligence.
Based upon destruction and a respect that is absent.
And all of your masquerades have concentrated...
On proving an ability to fake goodwill.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Top of Earth I Will Stroll
I wish someone would stop me,
And ask me why I peacock.
As if I am not suppose to flaunt,
My pride and dignity.
Only those threatened by arrogance,
Should evaluated the keeping...
Of their own insecurities.
Instead of proclaiming to be,
One who is down to Earth.
If I am not beneath it yet,
On top of Earth I will stroll.
With a flaunting done,
Undaunted.
No time do I spend,
Competing to defend...
Or understanding weaknesses,
I have taken time from myself to rid.
I've learned how to stroll,
And be bold with the doing.
Arrogance?
I don't take time to define the doing of it.
Or do I attempt to comprehend,
Why people spend most of their lives...
With their noses in the business of others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Famous In My Own Mind
In my poetic life
I’ve gained a measure
of celebrity
People who read me
Know me instantly…
As “that eccentric ol’ S.O.B.”
But that’s o.k., I’ve got no pride
It’s actually been a rather
pleasant ride
And at this point, you see
It’s just fine with me
To be
In self ordained celebrity…
“That grizzled, grumpy, (and crochety)
Eccentric ol’ S.O.B.”
poem by David Whalen
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Today You Guys Are Just Going To Have To Wait
At times I feel,
I provoke the ghosts...
Of my ancestors.
Especially when I know,
I am not at my best!
And rest I'd rather get.
Than to impress with those gifts,
From which I did get,
As a result of my ancestors blood and sweat.
Never did I wish,
To sit...
In the taking for granted,
Of those I represent and miss.
But I do admit,
A feeling I provoke...
The wishes of my ancestors.
Those ghosts within me that make visits.
Awaiting impatiently to do...
Not what I want.
But what they insist!
'Today you guys are just going to have to wait,
And sit.
I am tired.
I need rest.
And rest I am going to get! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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P R I D E
Pride and armor
of a lineage, a perception
cautions and lifts inner to a
pedestal.........
lessons on its rule book
taught not to run back...
but fight back with dignity...
that is pride...
precursors wrote in regal ink
a kind of aura it transpires
a blend and its majestic ensemble
imprinted on a realm...
laurels from a bastion
a difference of a shield so strong..
royal drapes and its layers
vanished on sheets of democracy
but the blood veins carries
a blend...that holds power...
power to fight back with dignity
not to run back on tribulations..
not to fear back on defeats...
A circlet cosseted by ethnicity
on all odds and not to panic
on ordeals or die like a coward....
great grand mother scribbled before death
“Pride is not mind’s arrogance....
pride is mind’s power to hold self
on a revered and meaningful
pedestal....”.
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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My Tsonga, My Language, My Heritage
My Culture represent my roots
My traditions represent my Being
My Religion represent my Faith
My Language is my heritage
My TSONGA MY freedom
I'm jack of all trade master of all Languages.
I can speak all 11 South African language
I can speak my Language above freedom of speech
I'm proud TSONGA iam Tsonga that makes me Original
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Pride!
All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
My pride; a protective pride,
Affords me dignity's joy-
When you want to stomp my might,
When you want to stop my force.
It is my pride that clears my sight.
Thus leave me to my proud course.
Lest you feel my wrath ever fierce.
My pride, the only dignity I know.
Only wall between trodden tears;
The defender of weak, helpless souls,
Those looking upon the rich with fear.
Pride; the bold titanium shield of sorts.
Blocking the piercing stares and jeers.
Unseen strength that can't be stopped.
Can't be broken; is my pride here.
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