Backpackers Seen Unloading
Backpackers seen unloading their weights,
Carried and dripping from a stressful sweat...
Arrive to strip themselves,
Of the excessive baggage.
With messages prepared.
And excitedly address.
And express they do,
A relief to those awaiting to assist.
With a surprise to all of them...
Not a word is mentioned,
Regarding detours taken...
That complicated each turn and twist,
A listening done earlier...
With a determination to comprehend,
Would have easily prevented...
Any danger they confronted and faced them.
And all who did arrive safely,
Are eager to share their seperate experiences.
With a teaching and a willingness,
To others who are patient.
Those who already...
Have gone through their own process,
Of not paying attention when a paying of it was best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Ignore This Process To Forget
Not only are there differences in ages.
There are differences in experiences.
And those differences experienced...
Should be accepted to digest,
To progress one's comprehension.
But the similarities in not paying attention...
To comprehend with intention,
Between ages mentioned...
To insist one has a more indepth awareness,
Is often a sharing done that should be dismissed.
A learning done is a process one wins,
With a knowing of it won.
And many ignore this process to forget,
How and where an experience wishing to share...
Had been obtained to get.
And...
Remembering from 'whom' and when,
They received a message that began to deliver them...
To a wisdom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Talk And Not To 'Do
Show me the goal told.
Reveal this work in progress meant.
And I will be there...
With an intent to arrive,
Before your final touch has finished.
Show me the goal told...
And I will be there prepared,
Not to express critique.
But to share with you relief and pleasure.
A struggle to keep up,
Explanations to define a difference between delay...
And hesitation,
Has kept your ears hearing doubting from me.
I'm the one that wishes to see determination...
Not attitude.
I'd be proud and happy to see,
Anything completed that you set out to do.
I would if I were you!
Show me the goal told.
Reveal this work in progress meant.
And I will be there...
With an intent to arrive,
Before your final touch has finished.
I have a need to witness and believe it!
To talk and not to 'do' from you...
Is all that I've seen you show to tell.
And well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intrigued
Since I have gotten older,
And wiser with a wisdom...
That had begun to marinate in patience.
I hear and understand you,
And others quite clearly.
With a growing desire to comprehend.
Sometimes.
When the mood for it is ushered in.
Listening to others as I have done of late,
Gives me more of an appreciation...
As I welcome the aging process,
With acceptance.
Without feeling the doing of this,
Is something I must tolerate.
I love the fact I need not impress.
Or dress to meet someone's expectations.
Although...
Speaking my mind I find can offend.
Especially those still hiding,
Behind their pretensions.
Since I have gotten older,
And wiser with a wisdom...
That had begun to marinate in patience.
I hear and understand you,
And others quite clearly.
With a growing desire to comprehend.
And,
If I so choose...
I now allow my mind to drift with the wind.
To sit and stare without argument...
As if to give my full attention.
I've learned giving a nod or two in agreement does wonders.
I wish I had known this earlier in my life!
'Are you paying any attention to me? '
Of course.
Didn't you just see me nod my approval?
In fact...
I am so interested,
I was about to ask you to repeat what you just said.
I am intrigued and fascinated by the topic.
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The preparations for my new voyage prevented the possiblity of my paying that attention to the correction of my errors, that I should otherwise have done.
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With Only The Ability To Waste
There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.
But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.
Today?
How things have changed.
Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.
But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.
'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold On Ridiculousness
There is nothing like feeding the mind by reading.
Or paying attention by listening.
And connecting these elements with observation.
There is nothing like it!
There is nothing that addresses comprehension,
Better than what has been mentioned.
But then again...
There will be those who will waste debate,
To satisfy themselves and their pretensions!
With discussions about the quality of the approach delivered.
And IF it 'twas handled with appropriate etiquette.
As relating to the current season.
And whether or not...
The credentials of the messenger impressed.
'All that just to pay attention to something? '
I've seen some folks sold on ridiculousness!
Based upon what color they were...
And how they were dressed.
'I'm willing to bet that's how this mess was created! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upgraded to Bigotry
What are you ready to express,
With such a willingness to project?
Whatever it is...
Consider this,
Perhaps it comes too late
To spark my enthusiasm.
Did you believe my sensibilities
Would park and wait,
Until you determined a date to awaken?
'With' self awareness?
And thoughts to suggest,
To anyone paying attention to your confession...
That you have been slightly more,
Than blindly resting between loud snores heard!
You and that image is so absurd!
I am sure you can locate some kids,
Fibbing in a schoolyard during recess...
At some elementary school to show and tell
And share your profound sense of self and discovery!
But keep in mind...
Those 'children' are not plugged into innocence,
As you might find your mind now released from shackles!
Today's 'youth' are not on the pursuit to locate anyone,
To keep them abreast of your insights!
Teaching concepts of role models,
Is as ancient as a slave owner
Looking for a buck to steed more nippled calves!
Well...
In some parts of the country,
Where backward thinking has been outdated...
And upgraded to bigotry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect It Deserves
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason!
Those believing a manipulation succeeds,
Eventually spend their lives...
In some form of recovery.
In an 'IF' wished.
Either a reflection is done,
On a waste of time committed.
Or a chase to catch up,
To escape from the past...
Is foolishly admitted.
In an 'IF' wished.
However one comes to interpret,
These times we live...
It is certain,
There has been an issuing...
Of duties to be done,
Based upon an alignment...
Of Cosmic assignments.
Most of which have gone ignored.
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason,
Beyond the limited depths of our understanding.
And...
As long as that becomes understood,
Those frustrations we face will be erased.
As long as this place we call Earth,
Begins to receive the respect it deserves.
We serve 'It'.
Much more than 'It' needs us to serve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sent Back
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else deserving or not.
Or keep those feelings embittered,
With a harboring to become directed.
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to eventually become delivered...
Often arrive at the wrong address,
For no one there willing to accept.
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else.
Or keep those feelings directed.
It 'is' difficult to forgive with a forgiveness given.
Yet...
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to 'hopefully' become delivered...
Often undelieverable are these messages.
And sent back to create havoc upon the sender.
Where such feelings are kept anchored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Hidden Meanings
Those seeking hidden meanings,
And deep secret messages...
From something expressed direct.
Is too complicated for me.
However...
If someone finds they comprehend life,
By going through that process...
That's cool.
But it seems quite foolish to me.
And a waste of communication.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Of A Mess Confessed
Those who believe,
They have been chosen to lead...
But never have shown the competence,
Are themselves now facing...
A wealth of stressful consequences.
And every step they have taken,
Makes little sense to convince...
The ones who allow themselves to follow,
Such hollow activities!
And one day those paying the price,
For not obtaining sound advice...
In ways inescapable to explain,
Will find themselves straining their brains...
For acceptable responses,
That come to shine upon them in a favorable light...
Bright and full with excitement that delights.
Leaving those with true quality to lead...
Left to clean up and undo,
The expense of a mess confessed...
No one is able to address or can afford anymore.
With a willingness,
To sacrifice a common sense ignored...
To again correct a direction.
The repetitiveness of this gets to be too exhausting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying Close Attention
What ammunition do 'I' use?
Truth.
Truth as I observe it to be.
You know...
The kind that I can see,
That is more real to me...
Than what someone else,
Wants to feed me as 'their' reality!
What ammunition do 'I' use?
Truth as I observe it to be.
And the process of effective listening.
You know...
Paying close attention.
Even to those unconscious.
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What Is It Now Are You Left To Believe?
What sense is it to hold grudges against,
The one who comes to warn?
To then have them depicted as negative,
With a dismissing of the warning?
Only to wonder when alone and reminiscing,
Why were you picked to be chosen to warn?
By and 'angel' who came but was not adorned,
To address you enough to impress with a message.
What is it now are you left to believe?
A listening to comprehend?
When you could have prevented,
An agony suffered with much regret?
And the one who warned you bitterly scorned.
Believing them evil and full of devil-ment?
What is it now are you left to believe?
Only those dressed to impress,
Have your best interests?
With deceptions you'd rather receive?
Or do you find more time to reflect,
Who comes delivering messages...
You should consider and accept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Groaned
Groaned, road, go, do, doe, den, and, end, an, roe, red, rag, range;
But she was not paying attention to my love! !
And it came as a surprise to her when i left her alone.
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Sit
Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit,
And do not fidget...
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.
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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Youthful Steps
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
A few youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty...
Is not a challenge.
What is?
And there is nothing complex about it.
But...
I've discovered that an acceptance,
Of the aging process harnesses for me...
A self respect I did not expect I would enjoy.
I know my comments annoy a lot of old folks.
But I aint trying to stay timeless,
With a hip and with it attitude.
Plus...
I am not living with a wish to have done things,
I did not or could not do.
I've made attempts and will continue.
Although I could,
If I so desired...
To get down and sweat with the best!
But,
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
Youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty?
Is stressful.
And poppa don't want to prove,
I can be an aging fool.
Too many are doing that already.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suspicious Of Others With An Opinion
You know...?
How can I say this?
'Just say it.
Get it out of the way.'
You wont be offended?
'I can't promise that.
But at least what you say,
Is out of the way.
And you can sigh with relief.'
You know...?
Your conversations of late,
Are making to me less sense.
'Whew.
You had me frightened for a moment.
I thought you were beginning to comprehend,
My motives not to be understood.'
But...
Shouldn't you be wishing to be understood?
With my paying of attention?
'Are you kidding?
And have you believe I am intelligent?
Do you know what a threat that could present,
To those already suspicious of others with an opinion.
No!
Trust me.
The more you believe I am crazy...
And you tell others that.
The more I can enjoy my peace of mind.'
Huh?
'I have more loose and mixed nuts in my head,
Than a holiday fruit cake.'
Oh.
Well...
I could have told you that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have Been Given Another Point Of View
I apologize if I offend you.
And those delusions you've been fed to keep.
But you see...
My life is not lived in Hollywood.
And none of my ancestors,
Came close to serving time...
On a movie set.
My comments may come as a surprise,
To upset your insights.
But my reality has been annointed by the ghetto.
In those urban centers of city life.
Where very few of those so called 'elite' go.
I apologize if I offend you.
Although I could easily cuss you out.
And not have my bitter experiences,
Think twice about it.
I was not shelter by protectors with the giving of lollipops.
Dysfunctions of all kinds I knew as friends.
I've been blessed with a mind that sees beyond limitations.
I share this with you,
Because I know of me...
You have been given another point of view.
And I don't want you to receive the wrong directions,
By anyone who believes they know...me!
And...
Where I have been, where I am now and where I intend to go.
And only that is revealed,
When I arrive to leave upon my announcing it.
If I wish.
And often I don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These 'Paying The Consequences' Days Being Paid
They are all over the place.
There is no escaping from them.
Acknowledging their presence...
Is all that it takes.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
They are...
All over the place!
Deceivers, heartbreakers...
And conflict makers.
Backstabbers igniting,
Divisions with infighting.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Hasn't the rise of ignoring disrespect,
And the lack of discipline...
Taught anyone 'anything',
About what ignoring 'something' begins?
I bet many are learning...
What paying the consequences means for them.
These 'paying the consequences' days being paid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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