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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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Crazed Are Some Programmed Mindsets

Giving of myself, talents and time,
Use to be an easy thing for me to do.
I didn't mind it.
I found in doing so it was enjoyed.
Until I discovered my efforts being taken for granted.
And I stopped feeling grateful to give my stuff away.
'Assuming' what I had done was appreciated.

Crazed are some programmed mindsets.

I then began to notice people,
Believing to be doing me the favor...
To share in the wasting of my time!
Thinking of me to be perceive as selfish.
And 'if' I had not given my best,
They wouldn't have known me at all.

Crazed are some programmed mindsets.

Today as I come to think about this,
I give them less of my best.
And of me it is thought I seek their attention.
That's how people into themselves think.
Until they are shown,
Doors that have been permanently closed.
And ignored are those with turned up noses.

Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
And their lack of consciousness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Premeditated And Done To Do

People are most impressed,
By that which is visible.
Material and physical.
Since whatever it is,
Will have a guarantee of being addressed.
With a getting of much attention.
As meant and intended.

Although it is that which is invisible...
And directed from behind the scenes,
That influences with great visibility.
With a selling of that which is proposed,
Without a sight of 'who' or what that is...
Having a need or desire to be seen.
To be bombarded by questions of authority.
Or debated as to what is created to take shape,
To effect anticipated expectations.

Since whatever it is to be presented,
Will have a guarantee of being addressed.
With a getting of much attention.
And...
With a reaction already determined,
By a decision premeditated and done to do...
With a doing made to make to implement.

Those who go ignored,
Are seldom struggling with boredom.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Ease of It

Some folks say what they do,
For the ease of it.
That is quicker to produce,
Than it is what they've said they've done.
If the mind isn't there with a physical connection.
Produced by faith that takes blood, sweat and tears.
And a spiritual affinity...
That is closer than any blood one my drip,
From that attachment.
Only then can someone say they do something...
Because it is loved.
The others?
They say what they say at social functions,
To impress.
And it shows from a lack of discipline...
Whenever they do what they do is addressed.
The mediocrity of it is a mess!
There is no work ethic that has been expressed,
Or valued.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Social Illiterates

Why are the people angry?

'Comments made to them,
Were upsetting when expressed.'

But...
Were they true?
And from who?

'All of it was true.
And everyone listening knew it too.
Those who stayed after the booing died down.
And paid attention with a listening done.'

Then...
What is the problem?

'The speaker who spoke,
Came dressed to impress.
And no one expected,
Their delusions to become affected...
By such an effectiveness as to them addressed.'

So what did the speaker say?

'He kept calling them social illiterates.
And many of them began to leave,
Saying...
No one is going to tell them,
They are 'dumb' and do not know how to read.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Absence of Patience

No one has to guess,
As to who is selfish.
It is in their conversations...
That show an absence of patience,
Or comprehension done.

They are the ones talking about themselves,
With detected insecurities.
Often they are judgemental.
And they embellish their responsibilities.
Freely given.

They will do for others,
And let people know they do.
And what it is...
And how what they do gets done.
To sacrifice and bestow their lives...
So no one can deny,
They are, indeed...
The center of the show for everyone.
Especially for those who may not know.

With hidden jealousies involved!
Somewhere embedded...
From a dysfunction regretted.
Set in masquerades that charade.

And nothing is done from sincerity.
They want the full attention.
Even if that means...
Degrading someone else's abilities.
In between their performances seen.

And this they do quite often,
With unsolicited appeal demanded.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conceit

Conceit,
And the explicit unconsciousness of it.
Is not noticed by those seeking adulation.
They are on the scene,
To ensure others are aware of their presence.
And if a bullhorn used is not effective...
Methods to gain attention by insults expressed,
Is the only way they can leave long lasting impressions.
Even though nothing else is left addressed.
Like something valued with substance to profess.
But nothing from their lips,
Probes below a shallowness to expose that kind of 'depth'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Time...All Of It Will Be Corrected

You see me as a reflective representation,
Of my choice of environment.
And your judgements passed on me,
Through the use of your limitations...
Has led to your distorted beliefs,
And what you perceive...
My acquired abilities to be.

Unfortunately,
Your degree of ignorance...
Stands in your way not mine.
I had too many experiences,
In a limited period of time.
And I have learned by great teachers,
Who brought to my attention...

'Never be the one making attempts to impress.
Be the one to remember,
How and who has addressed you...
With a showing of their respect.
And the rest to you will be revealed.
And in time...
All of it will be corrected.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You cannot avoid making judgements but you can become more conscious of the way in which you make them. This is critically important because once we judge someone or something we tend to stop thinking about them or it. Which means, among other things, that we behave in response to our judgements rather than to that to which is being judged. People and things are processes. Judgements convert them into fixed states. This is one reason that judgements are often self-fulfilling.

quote by Neil Postman
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Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values.

quote by A.R. Ammons
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Mindsets Attached To Anguish

It doesn't cost a cent to listen.
Only one's time is invested in comprehension.
And observing the effects of doing neither...
Does nothing to advance humanity.

Or...
Can one with tremendous ego,
Believing...
A reflection of greed is respected,
Convince with a turned up nose...
All is well in the satisfaction department.
People like that are quick to expose,
How they protect their insecurities.
And a display of pretensions do it,
Most of the time.

Those with mindsets attached to anguish...
Are also those most unhappy with their 'things'.
Even though they wish to impress with them,
Little does an ability to acquire the fresh taste of waste...
Create everlasting joy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Light Of The Star Embedded Deep In My Mind

its flicker
magical
it sings
a star sings
inside my mind
embedded
a star
like the flicker of the
mind
sparks of thoughts
ideas of
the mind
flickering
thinking star inside
the mind
embedded singing
star of the minds
thought sparkling
sparks kindling
the mind flickering
star thinking of the
mind inside
embedded singing
star sparkling
flicker
sparks of the mind
thoughts
so alive
open fire
fire open in the sparks
of the mind
embedded star

all mixed up
chant chant
coming back
sparks light
star singing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have Searched My Soul

I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.
I've addressed this to confess.
And express this to accept.

I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.

I've addressed....
My weaknesses.
I've addressed...
Insecurities.
I've addressed,
Past failures.
And I have addressed...
My wants and needs.

No more,
Do I run and hide.
And no more to myself lie.
No more,
Do I refuse to be...
Who the 'me' I am.
And...
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
So clear my eyes can see.

I've addressed....
My weaknesses.
I've addressed...
Insecurities.
I've addressed,
Past failures.
And I have addressed...
My wants and needs.

I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
That is complete.

No more,
Do I run and hide.
And no more to myself lie.
I have searched my soul,
With a deepness...
For me that is complete.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects

Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.

It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.

They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!

Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.

To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Discussion Of What 'Is' Valued

Mixed marriages.
Sexual preferences.
And those unable to mind their own business.
Is not a good blend,
When in discussion of what 'is' valued.

Since those standards of a yesterday gone,
And once valued to respect others and their choices made...
Are not prioritized,
By those who have their noses...
Up in the cracks of other people's lives.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is What You Do Done to Impress?

Do what you like.
Do it with devotion.
Perfecting what is done...
With heartfelt emotion.
Unknown to anyone.
Keep focused and honest.
Maintain your integrity.
Defend your creation with dignity.
Never become offended,
By lack of compliment!
Remember...
You are doing what it is you like.
Whether or not your good deeds are accepted...
Why should you care...?

Who ties your shoes?
Or brushes your teeth?
Who has to get from point A to B?
Whether openly or discreet!

Is what you do done to impress?
Or...
Address who it is that you are?
And this is shown to whomever you meet!

You can confuse this if you wish.
You will not be alone!

And if you do what you like,
Since that is who you are.
And all your life this has been expressed.
Regardless of who or what brought you times of unhappiness.
Establish who you are.
It is a priceless feeling...
To know oneself.
And not to be compromised with that to comprehend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Love Yet To Get

There is one disadvantage,
In being a part of a large family.
Or inter-related like many who confess it.
There will be more than a few believing,
They are deserving of getting attention.
With a love to them individually expressed.

And those who have accepted life as it is...
Have learned to give love without attention given,
Because with them it is love they feel.
And this is what they give to others regardless.
Since God has already give them all the attention,
And this love once known is the best love yet to get.

Although some with insecurities will feel a need,
To call attention upon themselves.
For whatever those reasons...
To appease and satisfy their mental weaknesses.
Thank God the trees aren't jealous of their branches.
Or the leaves sprouting from them which are nourished.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disturbed

Can racist sentiments,
Be so historically embedded...
As to affix itself to a mindset,
Frozen!

Never to be thawed.
Never to reflect,
Upon a hatred directed...
From others it does not suspect.
To eventually leave this nonsense,
Defenseless.
With only weapons used upon itself,
When upset.
And destroying the beginning,
To end those living in innocence.

And the aspect of it,
Shown as expressed by those...
Not willing to address,
The effects of their increased isolation.
Or...
The imploding of their mental illnesses.

Can a people be so blind,
As to the dependence they will find...
From those who will one day leave them behind,
With nothing but egos upon which to feed.

Already the signs of this,
Has begun a willingness...
By those who actually control their lives,
With a severing of their ties and patience.
With no regret.

And economically...
Those who open and close those purse strings,
Could care less about the deluded pretentiousness...
Kept to praise by a people disturbed!
Showing they are perturbed,
Withn an indirect effectiveness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are 'Your' Specifics?

So much easier it is,
To attack one who achieves with a doing done.
Than it is to criticize that one who does this,
To impress with plans to do.

And...
With only the evidence one who judges can produce,
Of mistakes another has made in the process...
To the making of attempts to correct those mistakes,
In a public manner to have those errors addressed.

And yet with audacity an honesty is confessed.
To have it perceived the one who critiques...
Is the best one anyone should choose and select,
To represent the very of their interests.

'Yes...
Your ideas are worth a giving of attention.
But,
What are your specifics? '

~That has yet to be determined.
However...
I can promise you when elected,
You will 'then' know what my plans have been.~

'Do you have more than pictures,
And posters with slogans to show us? '

~Of course.
That too you will be given an opportunity to see.
But today my priority is to convince you,
What I offer is a better solution.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Factor Favored And Embraced

Competition.
Division.
And the getting of attention,
For those deeds done that people do.
If those were not considered as attributes...
And removed from the mindsets,
As a conditioning process...
To make one feel accepted and approved,
There would be more of a collective effort made...
Towards those goals people say are to the benefit,
Of all mankind.
But as of today,
Immaturity is the factor favored and embraced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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