Chosen To Judge And Define
If I had not been prepared early in life,
To appreciate and explore my differentness...
And develop an acceptance for it,
To like and observe everything unique...
Only God can create to make,
I'd be seeking everyday to find an excuse...
Like others who perceive themselves,
Chosen to judge and define.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Do The Hanging 'In' There
Let me tell 'you' somethin'
I appreciate your comments,
And from the place in your head
With assessments made.
But
You do the hanging 'in' there
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
Whatever those perceptions you perceive me to be
From an outer appearance you find important to judge.
Aint' nothing here you see weak about me.
I am aware of the wrapping done to my package.
I lead.
I do not follow.
And I may do this with tears.
With acceptance.
Not with misery.
There is not one step I've made in my life,
That occurred with dependable and/or reliable
Assistance done from anyone,
Who replaced my challenges and obstacles
With vanilla smoothies!
My faith kept my pace.
And when I awaken each day I am grateful.
I pray for strength and I get it.
And I do know from where my strength comes.
Nothing I've done has a confused moment about it!
Ain't nothing here you see,
Weak about me.
I appreciate your comments,
And from the place in your head
With assessments made.
But
You do the hanging 'in' there.
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
Whatever those perceptions you perceive me to be
From an outer appearance you find important to judge.
I don't take the time to do that to anyone.
I am here to do to get done.
Not to critique those tasks given I do to complete.
Or take the time to observe who is observing me.
You do the hanging 'in' there.
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
I know who I am
With eyes clear and direction taken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reason And Cause For Their Pain
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Someone is complaining...
About being misunderstood.
Everyday as if a ritual,
Fault is being made...
About someone else.
Everyday as if a ritual,
People are accused...
For something they didn't do.
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Some believes they have the right...
To excuse themselves of responsibility.
And everyday,
Someone is left to feel alone...
Still not getting the connection,
Between their misdeeds...
Aches and pains.
And those heartbreaks they receive,
They have come to perceive...
No one else has known!
And everyday without fail,
As sure as the ticking of a clock is heard...
These people will not see themselves,
The reason and cause for their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Could Be Chosen That Is Liked Enough
Successful in restricting the movements,
Of those with wishes to lead.
They are now seeking unity and leadership...
From those left amongst themselves,
Who are only motivated to prevent progress.
Not receive it.
They have yet to develop that kind of respect!
Or perceive anyone qualified,
Willing to sacrifice substance...
To those still in question about their identity!
And 'who' could be chosen that is liked enough,
To satisfy their ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O my God excuse me
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Without borrowing and
Without stealing
It is quite impossible
To live with dignity
And what is dignity
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Being human
I be committed to
Public cause
I am not able to do it
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
I am unable to practice
Tolerance and create
Nuisance
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.
O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
The mistake I have done
And the punishment
I have got
O God excuse me
Excuse me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Suggestions
Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.
Most times folks await,
Suggestions they prefer and like.
And it becomes difficult,
To be both honest and polite...
With someone who tries to define,
My interpretation...
Of what I 'really' meant.
To defy in denial...
With a prepared and customary,
Excuse.
Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.
When I know I am honest in my assessments.
And folks aren't ready for the truth...
Unless it agrees with them.
Only to hear them say back to me,
'What makes you an authority?
Judge and jury? '
My response?
'Years experienced,
In being a complete jackass!
And it becomes easier for me to identify one!
You...
Are still in the midst of development.
And I understand that too! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If You Were A Window With Dust And Smudges On It
You perceive everything you do,
As a prerequisite of acceptance by others.
Don't you?
No matter what it is,
You edit it as approved.
Even lieing to yourself,
You believe should be forgven.
And your dishonesty charaded,
Others should receive without debate or hesitation.
Well,
I have been healed from any wounds.
Deliberately afflicting my mental stability.
And I don't allow either those conscious,
Or those protecting their unconsciousness.
The opportunity to reflect the disrespect,
They have for themselves up in my face.
I know my self worth and earned value obtained.
You?
Perceive everything you do,
As a prerequisite of acceptance by others.
Me?
I live in this neighborhood.
But I am not of it.
And that is a choice.
Not a sacrifice.
And I am certainly not going to define,
How I wish to be treated.
By those who wouldn't have a clue,
Of what a comprehending of respect means.
Your insecurities wont open that gate.
And I don't want to have your ego believe me to be angry.
Or bitter.
OR any of those things you'd like to repeat to your friends.
I just want to make this clear to you face to face.
On a one on one.
The backstabbing you've done to me.
I've been aware of it.
But the pushing of my buttons,
To allow a squeezing more of a forgiveness from me to you done.
Is no longer here for you to do as in days gone to forget.
I see through you,
As if you were a window with dust and smudges on it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can I
Can I write a verse?
In the early dawn,
Can I find the courage?
To somehow carry on.
Can I walk in meadows?
Green beneath my feet.
Can I smell the flowers?
growing wild and sweet.
Can I find the secret, as
I explore?
The secret, I am seeking,
Will open up life's door.
poem by Heather Burns
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Please Do Not Turn This Into 3-D
I do not judge what I observe,
I AM a product of my environment.
And those who cease to accept,
The origins of their foundations...
Are those who seek to impress,
With an addressing that seems to be...
Overly pretentious.
BUT...
I do not judge what I observe.
How can I?
When this pretentiousness is kept clearly,
All up in my face.
And as viewed panoramically in my vision.
Although I do make one request.
'Please do not turn this into 3-D.
I am in it enough as it is.'
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Diplomacy
Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!
What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.
You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!
You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.
I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.
Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!
And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Florida is a place of unparalleled diversity of backgrounds, experiences and vision. It makes our culture unique, but it can also make it difficult to define a common identity and create a sense of community that reaches beyond our neighborhoods to all corners of our state.
Desperation Sown
Do not shy away,
From what the naysayers report...
Everyday.
Listen,
And you will hear from them...
Comments made they wish you to believe.
A nonexisting reality...
They've conceived,
But desire for you to perceive.
Do not shy away,
From what the naysayers report...
Everyday.
And you will observe for yourself...
Acts of desperation sown to implant.
But noticed to go dismissed.
And they are livid and quite pissed,
By this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At The Best Of Your Ability
Do what you do.
And do that,
At the best of your ability.
If you are seeking an assistance,
To create or develop your initiative...
You are not doing what you do!
You are trying to find a way...
To waste someone else's time.
Hopefully it will be someone like you,
Who doesn't mind having a lot of time to waste.
And searches for more of it to procrastinate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The River And The Snake
your mind has the power
to create and judge what appears
before your eyes
the river can be a snake
a huge and long one that swallows villages
or it can be a mother
that provides all the thirsty people
with the necessary water
it is not only us that looks upon
them and judge them with
how we perceive
they too look upon us
they can even make us prisoners
stones or birds
children or ticks
so we too must be kind
as kindness begets kindness
praise the rain
pay homage to the spirits of the trees
talk to the river
dance with the clouds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With An Acceptance To Acknowledge
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
Mistakes I have made.
And not one did I excuse.
I admit I have a low tolerance for weepers.
Perhaps I understand them too much.
I have yet to witness the sharing of sorrows,
Mend anything to become productive.
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
But the loneliness of doing that alone,
I abandoned to socialize with others.
Needless to say...
Some lessons learned should never be abandoned.
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
With an acceptance to acknowledge,
Some lessons learned should never be abandoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Hate Me
Don’t hate me my beloved
I must be forgiven and pardoned
As some of the facts are not known
I can’t make it for others own
Love can’t be made reason to hate
It comes like spring in life very late
Not all the people are lucky or fortunate
Who can understand it properly and relate
I could have been most lucky person
Yes, still I have to hold back for some reasons
I come to the point where return is impossible
If I do so then more and more people will be in trouble
How can I degrade persons who love me honestly?
They have come out in open with feelings and earnestly
I try to follow their wished and respond positively
Alas! I could do it with some soft corner nicely
Unfortunate persons are those die friendless
Have you ever seen their gloomy face?
They may be searching for something unique
Despite so much hostile reception from the critics
I am very sure of friend’s response
They were truly appreciative in sense
I could well judge them and act
But I could not that is real fact
What is there to realize when autumn has fully set?
How can I try for others to know or let?
How can I drag them in my holy crusade?
When I know fully well that it is difficult to forbade
My conscious bites when I think more
I try to go for reasons to explore
I find none and suddenly sadness takes over
Memory too deserts and refuses the cover
I had been near to the death jaw
That is how I experienced it and saw
Nothing seemed to me inevitable as excuse
I though of declining all offers and refuse
This is how you are feeling bad
I myself is in shock state and feel bad
I shall take complete blame on myself
And claim no treasure in sea shelf
So don’t hate my dear as I love more
I always try to come close and explore
But can do nothing for some unknown compulsions
I see no room for its discussions
I have few more months to live
The pain and trauma may end and relieve
As my soul may travel beyond and body remain behind
You may see the reasons and honestly find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Many Seek Status
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!
Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.
If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!
And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!
And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!
I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.
As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.
Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful To Them For This
I've earned the right to make my own decisions.
And to decide what I like and dislike.
I 'try' not to give unsolicited opinions.
And the passing of judgement,
I rarely do.
What does my critique expressed,
Satisfy or improve?
For many years,
I've known what had created my past headaches.
And when I recognize them coming,
I head the other way.
To save them a sniff or a lifting of their nose.
Where I come from...
There are many in number of those with upturned noses.
It took me a long time to understand,
Not to waste my time seeking acceptance.
Because people who perceive someone seeks,
Their acceptance...
It gives them validation to believe themselves,
Better than anyone else.
And 'if' they have created ways to isolate themselves...
To others they have given to them a gift!
And I am grateful to them for this.
'I like very much,
That effort you made.
Now...
Can you prove you can stay out of my way?
And leave,
Not take...
Those resources that are mine.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not To Judge: The Phenomenon
not to judge
never to educate
or praise
or condemn
or even to philosophize
not to convince
never to substantiate
not to elaborate
but just to carefully see
observe
not even to translate
not to speak
not even to explore
but only to record
about this
phenomenon
to write, that is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Am I?
I would very much like to see
somebody, anybody that might be like me.
But then I am one of a kind, why shouldn't I?
Must I not find what I am seeking! ;
someone in whom I may see myself and vice versa.
Nobody seems to know me and
I do not seem to know myself.
Therefore, I must, must I? , explore the world of the unknown.
But I am one of the unknown!
Would anyone like to analyse me?
I bet, they would find something of themselves.
It seems to me now that I am two of a kind
I sincerely hope that both are not blind
and unite together to be of one mind.
Looking for somone else might be easier to find.
Time gone has left a scar in my life
but each day that passes seems to suggest
that my life is as a star in humanity.
How do I know that I am directing my life
by some pious nature embedded in my subconscious?
I might be an experiment that life itself is undertaking
to understand more about itself. Is there anything else?
I must resolve myself in my mind with utmost consideration
try and find the solution and by contemplation
recognise once for all time my true and sole existence
and saying 'there, I am here always! ', thus rejoicing
I should endeavour to affirm and proclaim in this world.
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Note:
This is a very early poem written about 40 years ago.
poem by George Krokos
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