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Big On Critique

Everybody wants.
Just a few want to do.
And those of the few
Who actually move to get something done...
Are examined by the ones big on critique.
But the least qualified.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified

I got a beat up piece of paper - It's a message from a king
He says - I got to get you out of here
He say - I got to let you in
'Cos I've been down the darkest road there is - I've seen the other side
I got a licence to go - Straight through your pain
Ain't no big deal - 'Cos I'm qualified - Yeah I'm qualified
Qualified in fear and pain - I'm qualified in lies and shame
I'm qualified with a broken heart
You knock me down - I get back up again
'Cos' I'm qualified
I'm qualified - To get your love
I'm qualified - To know what you're thinking of
I'm qualified - in broken dreams
I can save you from where you've been
'Cos I'm qualified
I'm qualified to make you smile
I'm qualified to save your pain
Qualified to give a real good time
Qualified to make your sun shine

song performed by by Chris Rea
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What is qualified? What have I been qualified for in my life? I haven't been qualified to be a mayor. I'm not qualified to be a songwriter. I'm not qualified to be a TV producer. I'm not qualified to be a successful businessman. And so, I don't know what qualified means.

quote by Sonny Bono
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When You Ask Me to Critique

When you ask me to critique,
With an opinion that is honest.
Don't expect me to deceive you...
With a sweetened tongue.
And the taste I leave you...
Hints of a bit of salt.
As you prepare to deliver to me pepper.

When you ask me to critique...
I go for the meat.
Not the heat,
When one may be wishing to be honey dipped.
Or perhaps thrown a kiss!

When you ask me to critique,
There is no sweetness dripped!
Unless the offering is fantastic.
And hits a spot I can not resist...
But sit,
And enjoy every nibble of it!
When you ask me to critique.

That's what I will do!
But I rather not to.
Since like you...
I don't enjoy everything I am served.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick

If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What has not been examined impartially has not been well examined. Skepticism is therefore the first step toward truth.

quote by Denis Diderot
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Obvious Flaws Too Many Wore Like Badges

Examine me!
Go ahead.
I've been 'examined' all my life.
Examined as a child,
In elementary school.

'They are sweet...
And such adorable poor 'project children'

And ridiculed with my sister.
Like we were freaks.
And compared and dehumanized.
In front of white children...
Who were taught to despise us,
Before they took flight to the suburbs.
And did all they could...
To deny both the intelligence,
And rights of Negros where I lived!

Examine me!
You go right ahead.
But I defy you to say...
My deeds are mediocre!

In fact...
Incompetence is something I had long recognized.
As I was being examined.
But I was never thought to be of 'that' kind of mind,
To correct obvious flaws too many wore like badges...
And paraded in the finest of pretentious snob-like fashion.
As I was being examined.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique

To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.

Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See It As It Is

It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination

To maintain one's peace,
It is apparent one must release...
From such mindsets trapped,
Within points of views abused.

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Having The Fun Here?

What are you doing?

'Give me a few seconds.
Someone has me on hold.'

On hold?

'Yes.
I've been waiting for a couple of minutes,
For someone to explain to me...
Why they believe I am not qualified.'

Qualified?
To do what?

'Qualified to have intelligence.
Because of my...
Well,
You know...
The obvious.'

Why don't you hang up the telephone?
You don't have to prove that to anyone.

'I know this.
I just want to know how long it takes them,
To respond with an answer.'

But...
Don't you know what that response will be?

'Of course I do.
But who is having the fun here? '

Checkmate!
I suggest you concentrate on the game.
It is no fun beating you when you are distracted.

'Gee...
I didn't realize they had me on hold that long.
You are right.
I should hang up before I prove my stupidity.'

Naw!
You?
You're too intelligent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't Go On

How can it be easy to forget you when I think about you all the time
I never know how I miss you when I never had you, well nevermind
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on
It'd be cool if we never met, if we never locked eyes
Then I'd feel so happy, not knowing you're so fine
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on
I get so nuts when I'm around you there's nothing I can say
I wish you'd get outta my head, I think about you every day
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on without...
ROCK!
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on, can't move on, without... you

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Examined From A Distance

When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given,
While feeding their minds on poisonous adulation...
There will be those assisting without resisting this.
And as accessories refuse an active involvement,
Labelled to be seen but not apologetic.

There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
And determined...
To supply whatever it is that is wished as a need,
In an atmosphere condoning betrayal and treason.
Deliveries done to quiet the dictates...
Of those spoiled with a getting sought,
With a vicious disregard for dignity and composure.
The soothing of a monster,
Becomes the number one priority!

When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given.
Fantasizing on an achieving of fantastic outcomes...
Seems not to be in the arena,
Where truth and honesty frequently perform....
With every bat of an eyelash examined from a distance.

To that one who is...
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.

Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.

There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.

Examined from a distance...
With senses numbed!
And flowing into engulfing seas.
Where can one run...
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.

Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.

Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.

Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.

To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undress

The river undress
Qualified and with sea
The mountain undress
Qualified and touch sky.
About me face shy
With so many dress
No road no direction
To see and go by.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In Positions That Remain Ignored

Let's not talk about him being qualified.
Let's discuss the qualifications of those...
Who have been totally ineffective,
In positions that remain ignored...
By those who maintain control.
And allow those who claim they 'are' qualified...
To play games with semantics.
As fantasies are sustained...
On stages lit for images,
And captivating dramatics.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If They Are Exquisite Gifts

She may not have been qualified,
To be their church organist...
For the many years she did it.

But she sure proved she was qualified,
To raise four successful kids...
In more ways than one.

And that church still sits,
Where snobs and the self righteous...
Visit as if they are exquisite gifts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can I Do I Do I Do

I have believed
with good reason;
for an observed
justified qualified;
period of time now.

That Those That Can Do!
That Those That Can’t! Just Talk About It...

Those that can

write
produce
create
enrich
this world
with wonder

of vision realized

Those that can’t
are critics...
have you noticed?

Some critics
are really
acidic?

Those that can’t

just talk
talk
talk
talk
about it

what they will do

When they are happy

in the mood
the time
is right
talk talk

but never do

The time is
always now
the time
to do to do

There is that
which is written
to enlighten...

There is that
which is written
to entertain...

Rarely
are they
one
and the
same

Critic
don’t be
at cross
purposes...

Be an artist
of critique
empower
to believe...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Those Who Annoint Themselves Qualified

What institutions do you have left,
That are steadfast and valid?

Hmmm,
Well...
The only ones that seem,
To have stood the test of time...
Are your 'mental institutions'.
However...
I do question their validity.

Since those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Are the very ones responsible for the cause.
Happening at such alarming rates.

And I am glad you have asked me that question.

It just occurred to me...
Those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Do so to keep themselves employed.
And...
Advocated for reasons why additional funding is needed,
To keep rehabilitation programs updated.
With the hiring of more qualified personnel a recommendation.
How clever.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Once Wished

I wanted to be that.
But I couldn't.
I had to be this...
And that would resist it!
But this 'who' I am,
Became 'me' more to 'myself'.
'That' which wasn't...
Was slow to leave.
I have only been recently pleased!
And the me I am...
No longer searches to be qualified.
I have done that with examined self reflection.
And I am overjoyed.
I have accepted a priority to be me now!
With a full existence...
That feeds and fulfills my soul!
I can say I feel my feet planted on the ground!
Without a step I question with doubt!
If and when obstacles appear on my path...
That is for me to figure out!
And realizing that,
Leaves me feeling fantastic!
I am no longer victimized by my own fears,
Or successes.
All of it...
Is on my journey I've embraced!
I wanted to be that.
But I couldn't.
I had to be this...
And 'that' once wished,
Is no longer my concern!
I've learned.
And living my life,
As right as I see it.
With this without that to nag...
Has left my faith to lead.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could I Critique Poe

Could I critique Poe?
Would he care to know,
My opinion of his vision.
Would the darkness felt in his heart...
Manifest more light.
If he chose to interpret,
From my insight!
How should Poe and I,
Share similar views on life?

Could I critique Poe?
I suppose I could...
With a wisdom I would bestow.
But how would that effort,
Allow my own to grow.
If from my own environment,
My experiences given...
Come forth from within,
To share as they are told.

And neither Poe nor I...
Would find that a critiquing,
To be the thing we sought...
When revealing from inside of us,
Those thoughts from us unique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finished With Lies

Now Im telling the truth
Im finished with lies, lies
If you dont believe me now
Youll never believe me now
I should have my head examined
Theyll see when they look inside
I wont have to say a word
Ill stop thinking what I shouldnt be thinking
Ill make everyone believe me
Cant you see Im telling the truth
Im finished with lies, lies
If you dont believe me now
Youll never believe me now
Youll think its a lie
Couldnt we just put away the ancient history
Throw up our hands at the unsolved mysteries
Im going to have my head examined
Ill prove you were wrong about me
Move the needle telepathically
Ill turn everything around and confuse you
Talk faster and faster till I lose you
Ill fix it so you cant remember what was true
And therell be nothing to remind you
Starting now Im telling the truth
Im finished with lies, lies
If you dont believe me now
Youll never believe me now
Now Im telling the truth
Im finished with lies, lies
If you dont believe me now
Youll never believe me now
Lies, lies
Youll think its a lie
Youll think its a lie
Youll think its a lie

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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He Chooses to Move Towards Daylight

They have come together,
To collectively agree...
He lacks experience.
And he is not qualified to lead.
And perhaps they are right.
Since he chooses to move towards daylight.
And those in opposition...
Are accustomed to a darkness,
To enhance a deepened isolation!
And to exist to feed conflict...
Is all that they have known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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