Being Quick to Identify Self
Rarely do I get upset,
When it comes to correcting those assumptions.
Especially the ones made and done on my behave.
I try to nip those in the bud immediately.
Knowing if I don't...
They begin to run around,
Like undisciplined children!
You see...
People left to assume,
Have heard words from other mouths.
And if those juices drip,
It becomes like marmalade on free bread.
And what someone says is spread around.
To taste and evaluate.
And I have too many of my own 'crumbs'
From my own tongue,
To spew without assistance.
IF I so choose.
But I don't do this!
And when I am direct,
Some may believe I am upset.
I am not!
Perhaps territorial.
You see...
If there is going to be any embellishments done,
Regarding my steps...
You best believe,
I can plant my own feet down...
To walk and talk at the same time.
And 'this' novelty I call,
Being Quick to Identify Self...
With an Immediate Awareness Shown to Others.
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Assumptions Kept
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And when this is discovered,
Do you do your best to pretend to forget...
When in the presence of someone,
You hope has forgotten your disrespect?
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And those assumptions had been shared,
By others also like you...
Assuming throughout their lives,
That what they hear about others is true.
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And the only thing you can do is your best...
To prove to the ones you have done this to,
Is to prove to them you are not the fool...
You have shown yourself to be.
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Hmph...People
Leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
I'm not talking to you.
'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '
No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.
'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '
What?
Where are you going?
'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?
'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'
Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!
'I heard that.'
Who cares!
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Time!
Time!
Some believe there's more for them to find.
And they become upset,
When time flys by.
And they know they have tried to begin,
All over again.
But time!
There's not much of it to unwind.
From worried minds.
And...
Those who fear to risk,
A doing what it is...
They'd love to do much better than cry,
As time goes by.
Why do people sit as time flys away?
What does one expect,
While getting upset...
As precious time from them has left,
To regret it.
Why do people sit as time flys away?
As a precious time from them has left...
To regret it.
Time!
Some believe there's more for them to find.
And...
They become upset,
When time flys by.
And they know they have tried to begin...
All over again.
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Every Hour I Have Is Precious
You said you would be here.
And gave a time when you would arrive.
That time passed.
I did not get upset.
I elected to believe you had other priorities.
Since you did not call me to confirm that!
A week had gone by...
And you left a message on my answering service.
I did not call right away,
Since at the time I had priorities.
I called you when I could.
And when I expressed that...
You believed I was upset!
I was not upset at all.
At least I did call!
I spoke the truth.
I had something else to do!
And you weren't on the agenda!
There is nothing in my life,
I have put on hold...
For anyone to make a decision,
How best to use my time!
Certainly not to play tag!
Every hour I have is precious.
Obviously...
I am the only one that feels that way!
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Most High On Kingdom's Throne
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
You may even be groomed upon it,
Until for you...
It becomes a craving in your head.
But know this...
From my lips not whispered,
You will never defeat me!
You know why?
My life is not based upon opinions told,
Rumors or babbled smattered...
With a smearing of lies.
And while you are asleep with visions to defeat me,
I am awake to salivate upon teachings I feed and seek.
Where?
At the feet where my Father sits Most High,
On Kingdom's Throne.
And people like me are welcomed to greet and meet,
The Almighty.
No matter if we gather together.
Or if it's requested one visits Him alone.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Defeating the children taught by my Father,
May be your wish.
However...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
But know this...
Where my Father sits Most High on Kingdom's Throne,
Fantasies like yours do not exist.
Or are even known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Waste Your Patience
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Nor do they appreciate their own lives they hate!
People like this blame others for their failures.
Seek to analyze who lead them into traps.
And jealous of advancements of others they are.
Especially those they use to laugh at behind their backs.
Those that now witness them shuffling along...
With long faces drawn and ambitions distant and gone.
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Hating themselves and everyone around them too!
Nothing!
There is nothing anyone can possibly say or do,
For those who refuse to listen and comprehend...
Any advice that is given to them!
And empathy expressed they also ignore too!
The best decision one in this position can make...
Is to evaluate the situation,
And from this excuse creator...
Move!
Do not apologize when exiting swiftly,
To break quickly away.
Just keep on steppin'.
Move!
Do not waste your patience!
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Foul and Unwarranted Indignities
There are many who believe,
That a task made to look easy...
Is quite simple to achieve.
Until they apply what it takes.
And very early in the game,
These folks begin to invoke plagiarism.
Or 'assume' a depth needed,
Should go quite so deep.
But it does
And sooner or later they find themselves
Stopping the desired activity.
Discovering it more difficult,
Than earlier perceived.
And these people become loud critics.
Or people who spew to others,
Foul and unwarranted indignities.
And exposing without knowing it,
Their shown insecurities.
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Common Denominator
You do the math.
A selected lifestyle,
Continuing to upset...
The very same people,
Who have chosen that life to accept...
With little done to improve what displeases
Are vocal with their pities weeped.
Never have they been given looks of disrespect,
From those they rejected,
As being less and many steps below them.
No one they dejected,
Felt of themselves better off than the rest.
And if observed,
It would appear those upset...
Direct their eyes upon those who have chosen happiness,
As their common denominator...
Over bling and shiny things to impress.
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Lips Spilling With Disrespect
Grateful today I am not to be raising children.
By anyone's definition,
Of just how old those children grow to be.
And today many are raising children,
Who have skipped lessons taught in their childhood...
With a missing of a switch.
To be in their 30's...
With a lot that has been missed.
I did have a son, Michael...
Who many years passed away.
And I cringe at the thought,
Of what today he, Michael, to me would say.
Lips spilling with disrespect,
From the mouths of these children...
Who are quick to express how they are upset,
Would motivate me to the first policeman I'd see.
To request my immediate arrest from their mess.
'Put the handcuffs on me, please!
Someone dear to me is about to bleed.
And I pay my taxes.
So there is no need to question me.
Put the handcuffs on me, please!
And if you can do this immediately...
So happy I would be! '
I am just not the one,
To throw up my hands to say...
What has been done is done.
Oh no!
Out the door someone has to go.
And since I am paying the bills...
Someone other than me,
Is going to feel that chill.
I am the one I am sure would be confined.
Because no child of mine...
Is going to fill my ears with their nonsense.
And 'if' that should happen...
It will be a long time before they awaken,
From an unconsciousness achieved...
By an asking for 'it'.
'I have no idea what happened to him, officer.
He made a request.
And I delivered.
He requested a taste of fist.
What could I do but to deliver it.'
And that is why today,
I don't guess or wonder why...
I am blessed.
I know this without a doubt,
That's why I enjoy my peace with no regrets.
None at all to figure out!
Oh no!
I am the one I am sure would be confined.
That's why I know,
All blessings I have received,
I have earned every one and know they are mine.
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Promessionals
Professionals?
Where are they?
And what does being one mean?
Everywhere there is a mess,
It seems.
And...
Not hidden from observations.
Disorder and confusion appears,
Gleaming as if schemed...
To smear upon many scenes,
As people are heard blatantly screaming...
Their choice to use obscenities,
To flow from mouths unstoppable...
Like water from a faucet streaming!
And to what degree,
Are human beings 'being' declared as such?
More today are upset by a mess confessed...
It would be better to identify,
Those 'pros' in the field addressing incorrectness...
As 'promessionals' at best.
Since it seems they have done nothing less,
But to initiate the creating of 'messes' to be left.
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You and Your Neighbor
You are correct!
I will not get upset,
Over those things your neighbor
Has done to you.
Nor do I care about those things shared,
The two of you choose to do!
You and your neighbor,
Have been doing what you do for years.
That what has been done now escalates?
Is none of my business.
I've never been invited on your discreet escapades.
And today I could care less,
About this mess going on between you two.
You are correct!
I will not get upset,
Over those things your neighbor
Has done to you.
Nor do I care about those things shared,
The two of you choose to do!
Remember then when I made my comments?
And you said to me,
My comments made were making you about to vomit?
You should have purged then!
Not today!
When you're knee deep in the mess you are in!
You are correct!
I will not get upset,
Over those things your neighbor
Has done to you.
If anything,
I congratulate you both!
You have graduated from avoidable ignorance...
To flat out public scrutiny that is assessed as stupidity.
No!
I do not want a cup of coffee.
I prefer these days to walk in peace,
And alone!
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People and things do not upset us, rather we upset ourselves by believing that they can upset us.
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Of Non-ness
But at this time...
On these non-days,
When a sense of non-ness is existing.
I try to find in my mind,
A reason and a rhyme...
To define what it is I choose to decline.
And it is at this time,
I'm feeling quite fine.
And those non-days existing,
With a non-ness to grind...
To upset my mind,
I can't allow...
Myself to be twisted in the mix of it!
I once participated in heated debates.
About the absence of the right,
To enjoy the life I've made.
Without feeling I should trade away...
This happiness I feel and have,
I just can't walk away from to see betrayed.
And it is because at this time,
On these non-days...
Whether they come to others to keep and stay,
I wish agitation begin from me to fade.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
And when that non-ness is there to share,
Because at this time I made up my mind to care...
I,
Have chosen peace...
And I've left the scene.
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The King's Breakfast
The King's Breakfast
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, "Certainly,
I'll go and tell the cow
Now
Before she goes to bed."
The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
"Don't forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread."
The Alderney
Said sleepily:
"You'd better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead."
The Dairymaid
Said, "Fancy!"
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
"Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It's very
Thickly
Spread."
The Queen said
"Oh!:
And went to
His Majesty:
"Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade
Instead?"
The King said,
"Bother!"
And then he said,
"Oh, deary me!"
The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody,"
He whimpered,
"Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!"
The Queen said,
"There, there!"
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, "There, there!"
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
"There, there!
I didn't really
Mean it;
Here's milk for his porringer,
And butter for his bread."
The Queen took
The butter
And brought it to
His Majesty;
The King said,
"Butter, eh?"
And bounced out of bed.
"Nobody," he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
"Nobody," he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
"Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man -
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"
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Romance
You said you were through with romance
Why take a chance on anyone
Youre so beautiful too
I can tell by the way that you dance
They say that people dont change
Why rearrange the original
You do something to me
That my eyes cannot see at a glance
Signs of a new beginning
Signs of a life worth living
The better to forget than to be all that upset
Its the time to taste the wine
And maybe someday things will change
And come with in range and be laughable
Everything is okay
I can tell by the way that you dance
They say that people dont try
Thats just a lie, they work miracles
Its a gift from above
When we talk about love and romance
Signs of a new tomorrow
Signs of a life without sorrow
The better to forget than to be all that upset
Its the time to taste the wine
And maybe this time you will be
Romantic like me when Im with you
And I think you might say
I can tell by the way that you dance
They say that people dont change
Like home on the range, its original
You do something to me
That my eyes cannont see at a glance
You do something to me
When we talk about love and romance
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If I Could Walk a Million Miles
If I could walk a million miles where would I begin my journey?
I would probably begin my Journey with a talk With God.
I would ask him why he made my legs unable to walk.
Then after my talk with God I’d walk a few more miles until I came upon my mother.
I stop and ask her is it because of my disability you treated me like I’m not one of your children.
Now after my mother denies that she doesn’t do such a thing; I’d continue my journey of a million miles.
Now at the end of my journey when I have walked a million miles before I rest I hope that while walking
these million miles that in some of the steps I took my footprints left an impression behind.
If I could walk a million miles
Upset?
Upset?
You know you still can use the option,
Of blaming someone else.
Trying to be accountable now...
Will only confuse the issue,
With additional complexities.
Do like the others do.
Refuse to acknowledge any involvement.
In 'anything'.
You must have recently been strickened,
With a tremendous dose of awareness?
I understand.
Trust me.
But pounding your fists against the wall,
Is not going to change the presence of reality.
And cursing someone is only a temporary relief.
Use the option!
This new leader we have,
Definitely has something up his sleeve.
He's out to destroy the big boys.
You?
He considers a troublesome flea.
Blame it on a missed train...
Or something.
There is no need for 'you' to be upset.
Regret you let yourself become upset and snap out of it.
What do you want me to do?
Hold your hand?
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More Than Just A Few Steps Away
When a life devoted to another is given...
And those sacrifices made,
Are interpreted as a dependency.
One shown a loyalty begins to believe.
A setting off of an alarm,
To alert one needing a wake up call...
Is a recommendation.
And done without hesitation!
People like this,
Who have taken others for granted...
As casual as making an excuse,
Or picking up a telephone for hours of gossip.
Need assistance quick...
To open wide selfish eyes!
With a listening done that clears closed ears.
Because someone overlooked,
Is about to take more than just a few steps away!
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I'm Not Upset! Not Yet!
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you need alone time on your own.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you'll come back here to me at home.
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave.
I'm not upset.
Not yet,
'Cause...
I know you're needing some time alone on your own.
But you know at least you can pick up a telephone.
I'm not upset!
Not yet,
But...
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you need alone time on your own.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you'll come back here to me at home.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
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Be Cautious When Treating People With Respect
Be cautious when treating people with respect,
Especially those that are not accustomed to it.
They begin to expect,
Anything they do to be acceptable.
Being direct and factual...
When and if pointing out a shown irresponsibility,
Upsets their track record of being negligent.
And your outspoken candor,
Can and will offend them to no end.
You will be the first one they accuse,
Of abusing their insecurities...
Others ignore,
But choose to talk about this and them...
Behind their backs.
And whether this is known or not...
Those actions of others are preferred,
To keep their egos intact!
And you may be the first to express...
You will have none of that!
Never stop respecting,
But choose not to be a welcome mat!
And everyone knows what they are used for!
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