Child Prodigy
If I can accept that you are 48.
Why can't you accept I was born in 1967?
'But we both graduated from high school in 1965! '
AND...
Your point is WHAT?
'What you are declaring is impossible.'
HOW?
I can not help that I was a child prodigy,
And was issued a diploma...
Two years before my birth.
One of us is lieing and has a lapse of memory.
In fact...
When I attended the 10th high school reunion,
In '75...
I was 'still' shedding my baby teeth.
Many of my 'old' classmates could not remember me.
Because I was looking too young.
'Why are you lieing? '
Me? Lieing?
I am appalled!
And why are you jealous?
I can not help that I am gifted with talents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Them It's Automatic
People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
People lie out of habit,
Like a sport...
To play!
It is in their eyes as if there's something to hide!
And there are those people lieing to defy with denying.
People lie and they like it...
Everyday.
People lie out of habit,
And it's here to stay!
It's in their eyes as if there's something to hide!
And there are those people lieing defying to deny,
They are lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and they like it...
Everyday.
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
It's in their eyes as if there's something to hide!
Lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and think,
They're in disguise.
And lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
People lie and think,
They're in disguise.
And lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
And lieing out of habit since for them it's automatic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Spoiled Child
A spoiled child will always believe,
Lieing has its benefits.
Even when they age,
To mask their insecurities...
A spoiled child will always believe,
Lieing has its benefits.
Only to ruin,
All of their relationships.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lieing Through Their Teeth
Giving up a smile or two,
Does not end a feud...
One begins.
Nor is a joker without a seriousness,
Worth a fist to lift.
Giving up a smile or two,
May work best for children...
Teasing each other after school.
But to think it's okay to lie just to do,
Seems so foolish to hear those who do it.
Some people can't seem to live a life,
Without a lieing through their teeth.
Some people.
Some people.
Some people do what they do,
To disturb another's peace.
Some people.
Some people.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
Giving up a smile or two,
Does not end a feud...
One begins.
Nor is a joker without a seriousness,
Worth a fist to lift.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
Some people can't seem to live a life,
Without a lieing through their teeth.
Some people.
Some people.
Some people do what they do,
To disturb another's peace.
Some people.
Some people.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
Some people do what they do,
To disturb another's peace.
Some people.
Some people.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
Giving up a smile or two,
May work best for children...
Teasing each other after school.
But to think it's okay to lie just to do,
Seems so foolish to hear those who do it.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
Some people can't seem to live a life,
Without a lieing through their teeth.
Some people.
Some people.
Some people do what they do,
To disturb another's peace.
Some people.
Some people.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
Some people can't seem to live a life,
Without a lieing through their teeth.
Some people.
Some people.
And the same people doing it,
Love the doing it of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lieing Is An Art
It's not that lieing is accepted.
It is the style by which liars choose,
To tell their lies.
First...
Lies told must be convincing.
That means the delivery of them,
Must be polished.
Second...
Presentation.
Ov er-dramatizing?
No.
But eye contact and conviction,
Are most important to heighten delusions.
Third...
And this is extremely important.
Lieing is an art.
Those considering this field of endeavor,
Must practice diligently and with enthusiasm.
There is nothing more disappointing,
Than knowing someone who lies...
But is not entertaining.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Secrets
I try not to show them my pain
to not keep secrets
from everything
if they want the truth
then the truth is
most of my life is a lie
and they all know it
but I just can't prove it
everytime I try
they say i'm lieing
and should be telling them the truth
when i am telling the truth
but not all of it, they can't know everything
because if they did
they would want to know if I was lieing
but I wouldn't be, they just can't understand
how much pain one person can really go through at once
poem by Danielle Bennett
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Knowing What Truth Is
I believe in a truth that has been honestly spoken.
And with the undertaking of my own research,
My mind is not subject to change from the facts.
No matter how painful.
Or who deceives with dishonest attacks.
What others accept,
Every time someone they follow reverses their steps...
With a breath that exchanges as the wind drifts,
I simply can not accept them knowing what truth is at all.
Especially those who will save their lieing butts from being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never go to your high school reunion pregnant or they will think that is all you have done since you graduated.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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Reunion: A Letter To Classmates.....[Personal; High School Friends]
Reunions are cool.....though maybe not so much in the summer.
That this year I'll miss my first one ever is a bit of a bummer.
It's at least interesting to see you all.....even you aging macho guys,
and to give or get answers to all the 'who? 'S, 'what? 'S, and 'why? 'S.
I've seen classmates since last reunion.....at least a dozen,
including a 'no-show' Genevan, .....Connie, my dear my cousin. Visiting Kit (and wife) in Rocky Mountains, for me, was a treat.
In Ohio, John fixed my wife and me, at his home, something yummy to eat.
We've had two meals at Bob & Martha's in their hilltop home (quite high) ,
and dinner out in Bangkok with Karl and wife; Urai speaks both English and Thai.
At last reunion I was retired, living back in our hometown;
now my life has changed (again) .....since then a lot has 'gone down'.
I learned to use internet which helped me find my new mate.
I got my first cellphone; with 'tech things' I'm quite late.
I've settled in wife's San Carlos home, not far from S.F. Bay and ocean.
My child's become a doctor, and gotten her medical career in motion.
I don't do Facebook or Twitter but I did join Classmates.com,
on which I put my long 'story'; in size it is a bomb.
I hope my absence won't wreck reunion for anyone this year.
One or two, in my absence, might even, to reunion, more readily steer!
Therefore I plan to send this, if I can, to my classmates' email,
but in five year's time I do plan to attend; I hope my plan doesn't fail.
Of course that's assuming there is one, and I'm still 'around',
and enough reunion committee members are in a few years found.
To all of you I send my greetings and my sincere best wishes.
I'm sorry I won't be there to help, with all the dirty dishes.
And 'thank you' to Sandy and all other reunion workers, present and past.
Good health to all my high school classmates as middle age creeps up fast!
☮
poem by Bri Edwards
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The Eve of My Death
The eve of my death, a baby was born, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, a baby took her first stumbling steps, and this kept me
alive.
The eve of my death, a school bus filled with laughing children drove away,
and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, I looked out my window to see my child be swept
away to prom, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, my baby, my child reached out her hand to accept her
diploma, she is not a baby or a child any more, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, I walked with my daughter down the isle, and this kept
me alive.
The eve of my death, I held my new born grandson in my arms, and this kept
me alive.
The day of my death, I feel my grandson's tears hit me like a cool spring rain,
I see his father behind a podium an inch away from tears, I feel the
flowers on the casket that holds the only thing that keeps me alive.
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Freedom Summer, the massive voter education project in Mississippi, was 1964. I graduated from high school in 1965. So becoming active was almost a rite of passage.
quote by Danny Glover
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School Just School
School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
high school is even better
college, PARITES
school you mite find your true love
new experiences everyday
school, dances
school just school
school who dose not love it
school is fun
school, preps
school, classes
school, math, science, computer classes
school is great love it
school just school
we need school
poem by Kerri King
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Upholding a Transparency Promised
'I' would not say,
Appointed banking officials lied,
About upholding a transparency promised...
And expected.
'I' would rather believe a misunderstanding of policy,
Had been filtered to offset the comprehension perceived
By a concerned citizenship who had been falsely misled!
'But weren't you hired to monitor these activities,
Over a year ago?
To ensure the integrity expected?
And promised to those seeking loans,
And keeping good credit alive and thriving...
That would regain our standing as a robust economy?
This I interpret as lieing.'
Indirectly,
Yes!
I can see how you would feel,
A miscarriage of justice has been hushed.
However...
Lieing implies deception.
And...
To suggest impropriety is the basis of encouraged,
And legalized theft condoned...
Has not been the reason for their current failures.
At least none that I have found,
Under my watch.
'Then why is there no accountability,
For the billions of dollars discovered missing!
And invested by those patrons who have lost everything? '
'We' are currently working to correct that glitch in the system.
And hopefully a forgiveness will be extended for this oversight.
But to accuse anyone of lieing,
Would ruin delusions.
And we all know how important it is to keep them maintained!
'Delusions? '
Oh no.
Emphasized morality.
In the keeping of principles,
Our forefathers implemented with prudence and insight!
'Your point has been well stated!
By the way...
I've heard it said you are a great cook?
Are you a gourmet?
Or do you prefer to let your preparations simmer,
In a crock pot?
To minimize the stirring.'
I use the crock as often as I can.
Especially during these days,
When I find I have little time for impressive presentations.
Speaking off the record, of course.
'Of course.
With a point of view that is valued.
And...with a tasteful explanation as well.
How blessed we all are to have you as commissioner.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back In The Days
When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I was very loud. [1]
I was very shy. [2]
I had a lot of friends, [1]
I had little friends, [2]
my parents were proud, [1]
my parents lived a lie. [2]
When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
prom was coming next week. [1]
prom was soon coming up. [2]
Daddy bought me a dress, [1]
Momma took me to a shop, [2]
So nervous I couldn't breathe. [1]
bought me a black tux. [2]
When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I was the prettiest of them all. [1]
I wasn't noticed well. [2]
There's this boy I barely noticed, [1]
The prettiest girl in school... [2]
is so handsome and so tall. [1]
so pretty and so swell. [2]
When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
he reached to hold my hand. [1]
I reached for her hand. [2]
As nervous as he was, [1]
My heart shook; my voice was weak, [2]
he asked me to the dance. [1]
I asked her to the dance. [2]
When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
after the prom I got the news. [1]
I'm to go to war next week. [2]
He was drafted in the army, [1]
I wish there was a way, [2]
and to be sent off too soon. [1]
all I could do was pray. [2]
When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I watched him be taken away. [1]
I told her, 'I love you.' [2]
That tall and handsome man, [1]
Tears fell down her cheeks, [2]
is still in my heart to this day. [1]
her hand in marriage; can't take me away. [2]
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Hell Spiced
I 'use' to be in the fifth grade.
And I remember junior high.
I remember enlisting into the military.
And that was in nineteen sixty five.
I remember being a father...once!
And experiencing incredible emotional depth!
When I witnessed my son die...
Oh yes!
I remember doing marriage twice.
And knowing what I can and can not do,
After giving it a try.
I've replaced those *I Do's* with *Don'ts*.
Keeping any lieing to myself at a minimum.
And as I approach the age of sixty five,
Only God knows how blessed I feel.
With a gratefulness to be alive.
Although I am told I don't look a day over sixty.
And on my good days...
Fifty nine and a half with a smiling done I can pass.
And...
Each day when I make it my business to pray,
I know there could not have been any other way...
I could say I have survived.
Since God and I only know how it has been,
To experience such a hell spiced ride...
With the opening of my eyes,
Even wider.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moody Moves
You might remember,
When I stayed on my knees.
Praying for forgiveness...
And wishing desperately,
For love to keep.
And to openly surrender.
And I would be...
The one you would remember,
As the one!
You might remember,
When I promised to you...
I would be devoted,
And honest and true.
But you believed,
Somebody else could love you.
More than me.
And now you have allowed,
Your broken heart!
You've got to stop denying,
You and I are meant to be...
Lovers.
I'll be always beside you.
Why can't you stop denying,
You are lieing to yourself.
Not many like me,
Will accept your moody moves...
And stray away.
You might remember,
When I stayed on my knees.
Praying for forgiveness...
And wishing desperately,
For love to keep.
And to openly surrender.
And I would be...
The one you would remember,
As the one!
I am the one that will not run.
I am that one you should welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As I very much liked to draw and paint as a child, I entered a special art program in high school, which was very much like being in an art school imbedded in a regular high school curriculum.
quote by Jerome Isaac Friedman
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Between High School & Old School
Hey hey
Hey hey
I guess I'm a loner and I don't fit in (No...)
I ain't too comfortable in my skin (Oh...)
An' I don't play well with the others
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
Hey hey
Hey hey
Nobody wants me hanging round
Unless it's from a tree in the middle of town
And I'm out of step with the others
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
So I defy maybe all rules maybe no rules
My clothes don't make me
My hair ain't cut right
And I don't care much
No I don't care at all
I guess my brain is out of sync, I think
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide, I just can't decide
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Aw...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Initiator Of The Hit And Run
You!
Instigator.
Initiator of the hit and run,
With a lieing done...
To cover up,
Behind the convenience...
Of protective shadows.
Once you have left the scene...
To squeeze it completely,
Of any feeling for you left...
That will again extend a welcome.
You!
Dilutor of truth.
Misfit of deeds.
And deliverer of falsities exposed.
Enough to make a hypocrite freeze,
In disbelief...
After hearing the words you choose,
To describe your malicious intent...
As an innocent absence of clarity!
But in the midst of character assassination,
You are there to direct with effective deception.
You know exactly what you do and to who.
And whom to use too,
To carry forth the venom stung to sting...
Acknowledging which ears to pick that will listen,
To you flip flop your lips with a licking of a tongue.
You!
Instigator.
Initiator of the hit and run,
With a lieing done...
To cover up,
Behind the convenience...
Of protective shadows,
To do what you do best...
As you premeditate another way to dicreetly deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Know I Don't Drive
From all that I have ever written.
And throughout the years that I have done it...
You have stated today,
There is 'one' composition...
That has completely appalled you.
Now...
Was it the one about 'racism'?
Or was it the one detailing my feelings of isolation?
Living as a creative Black man in a suppressive...
Yet 'declared' diversed society?
'Why do you have to be so...
Defensive militantly about your 'perceptions'.
And openly obnoxious about it? '
OH!
You've must have read my yet to complete,
'Flavorless Pie Unsliced'.
How on Earth did you get a copy of that?
'I was looking through your garbage just the other day,
And happened to come across this disgusting nonsense.
It is totally hatred tinged.'
I see.
Thank you for reminding me,
Of the kind of neighbor you are.
No need to clutch onto your pocketbook.
I've already burglarized your car!
'Why are you lieing?
You know I don't drive.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The U.S. Census Bureau acknowledged this fact when it reported that those with a bachelor's degree earn on average $1 million more over their lifetime than those with only a high school diploma.
quote by Elijah Cummings
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