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Clear As Its Ever Been

I remember all your sentiments protesting.
All my simple needs and with requests met.
Now the evidence is clear,
As its ever been...
You never meant to keep my requests met.
You never intended that respect.

I remember all your sentiments protesting.
All my simple needs and with requests met.
Now the evidence is clear,
As its ever been...
You never meant to keep my requests met.
You never intended that respect.

The evidence is clear,
As its ever been...
You never meant to keep my requests met.
No...
You never intended that respect.

It's clear...
As its ever been,
You never meant to keep my requests met.
It's clear....
You never intended that respect.

It's clear...
As its ever been,
You never meant to keep my requests met.
It's clear....
You never intended that respect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Requests

So twist your head in this direction,
With some obedience, without disagreement.
Change this reality if you dare,
If, if you stare and escape this request.
The learning has belief of a simple heart,
You twist with humility, your body changes
Yet you do not. Obey and reply to this
Like a creature can profit.
There are so many requests,
I discovered and memorized my book
To find answers to these questions-
These requests, these requests.

poem by Naveed Akram
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If your imagination leads you to understand how quickly people grant your requests when those requests appeal to their self-interest, you can have practically anything you go after.

quote by Napoleon Hill
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That Sense They Have of Entitlement

Some of you may become disappointed,
Your requests go unheeded.
With an attention sought...
You may believe deserved.

While others do not get upset,
Their requests are not met.
And they are the ones,
Who enjoy what they do.
Like many who pursue,
Choices they choose!

Yet some remain annoyed...
By having their demands,
Not followed through.
And they need to get over it.
That sense they have of entitlement!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Will Still Make Sense

You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.

There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with sweetened...
And/or spiced lies.

You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.

It will feed and tease curiosities.
To please a seeking of depth....
Once the foolishness has left!

Go ahead,
Read it as it is...
For the rest of your life.
Let it dust,
And its pages curl.
Put it on a bookshelf...
Or leave it by itself.
To be discovered by someone else.
To treat one's mind to intoxicate,
Much like a fine wine over time!

It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not be condensed...
From a purpose that is intended.

There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with lies.

It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And for you reviewed,
Like a treasured document.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heaven Is My Home

Heaven is my home and i want to take you there,
For there is no one like you among my lovers;
And, i will do my best for you to satisfy your requests!

Stand by me and be my lover,
And of the roses of love that i need to shower on you! !
For your beauty is all that touches my heart,
And i will do my best to satisfy all your requests.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Before They Choose

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.

Giving one the eye to quickly hide!
People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
Scouting for a prey,
To play.
And...
People want first to tease before they choose.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
And...
Do.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose.

People know those mixed signals sent.
And what is meant intended.
People want first to tease before they choose,
To refuse.
And...
Do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Should 'Click' In A Conscious Mind

When someone of your own kind,
Does their best to impress...
Those that have oppressed,
Any efforts to address an expressed suppression.
This should 'click' in a conscious mind.
Who really wants who to remain ignorant and left behind?

Why solidify with requests,
The becoming to be the next martyr?
And at who's benefit will this doing prove to be effective?
Yours? Mine?
Or those already declared nonconformists?
With a redefining of an implemented and intended stagnation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transformation

Come with me, I'll take you now
To a place that you fear
For no reason why
Your heart has turned away from me
And I will make you understand
Everything will become clear to you
When you see things through
another's eyes
Everything will become clear to you
Whatever's meant for you, you will find
Come with me, I'll take you there
To a place where you'll see
Everything you need to be the one
you need to be
And all of those things that you feared
Will disappear from you in time
Everything will become clear to you
When you see things through
another's eyes
Everything will become clear to you
Whatever's meant for you, you will find

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Completely Depleted of Energy

Completely depleted of energy,
That is how one will be left.
Out of breath and self respect...
When letting some get too attached,
To a willingness given to them...
Who take every step,
Someone has made for their advantage...
To allow being taken for granted to come next.
And become one's duty done,
To enhance the awaiting of another's expectation.

Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.

And...
It may be too late,
For a teaching to take place...
If the teacher has given permission,
For the skills of manipulation...
To be used by a prized pupil.
Thinking mistakes as blatant as this...
As part of the curriculum!
When as an elective,
This foolishness...
Should not have been permitted.

Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.

When intolerance for this behavior,
Should have been long corrected...
As not acceptable.
And a 'no-no' one poses.
Instead of repeatedly giving into this,
As a passing grade.

If one is completely depleted,
Of energy because of this...
The depletion achieved may be well deserved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Want For You to Do

I am asked to do 'this'.
With a request to do 'that'.
I am even asked to rate a significance...
Upon completing those tasks that I'm asked.
To accomplish every one I get!
Folks could care less when they make requests.

And I can perceive how some are caught up in it!
Believing that an attention given...
Will keep me interested and content!
As if what I do is not a sacrifice.
But comes from a natural 'oozing' done...
From some 'other' source,
That's an outside device.

'And...hmmm,
That could be a possibility.
Now that 'that' has now occurred to me.'

I sometimes will read those requests I get.
But no one has yet to answer my questions...
'What's in it for me?
What do I get?
What do I receive as my benefit? '

Love?

And don't say you'll do for me,
What you've requested me to do!

And yet have I had a delivery,
Of freshly minted one hundred dollar bills.
To pop out of a box over stocked.
Not once!

Besides...
I am more original than that!
I want returned to me...
The time taken away from what I love.
Since it took me quite some time,
To find myself quite in love with it!

And not a response do I get!
Except the usual...
'But you're already doing,
What I want for you to do for me too! '

EXCUSE ME?

And those requests,
Get my silence at its best!
Since I recognize...
There is no shortage or famine,
Of this kind of selfish greed.
From Sunset to Sunrise!

It is as 'if' my eyes are 'theirs'...
And will supply them vision.
With a clarity I can provide.
And if that's the case...
Someone should get me 'booked'
On Oprah!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whetting of Appetites

Once the teaching of feeding greed,
Becomes the feeling of an entitled addicted life...
The concept of sacrifice initiates the starting of a fight.
As a dimming of an insight,
Struggles against the aspects of this vision.

And those who have been fed they have rights to feast,
Will do their best to keep a diminishing of resources...
Flowing as if warnings of an ending that comes,
Is interpreted to mean...
A different chef has been hired with a fresh menu.

And...
Will be making a presentation of a new buffet,
Needing opinion.
With a hopeful collected approval.
And a teasing meant to make the whetting of appetites,
With anticipation...
A delightful surprise for the eyes when it has arrived.

Any other concept that introduces a dwindling of supplies,
Becomes immediately denied as an impending reality.
Since greed and the ending of it has never been fed to accept.
Or the paying of a piper to play individual requests.
When the piper appears no requests are accepted.
The piper appears to get paid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring Your Requests Before The Lord

Bring your requests before the Lord because He hears our prayers,
Bring your requests in sweet accord because our Father cares.
No other God exists above, no other God below,
No greater father shows his love with blessings to bestow

Consider Christ while on this Earth, He taught us how to pray,
That proves that even we have worth although at times we stray
Does God look down and hate us all? Why, then, would Jesus die?
Lord Jesus died because we fall, yet to the Lord we cry

Our sins confessed, we praise the Lord, our Father still forgives.
God's Spirit tells us, stand assured, because Lord Jesus lives
While He's in Heaven at God's side, our Father knows our needs
Because the Saviour crucified loves us and intercedes.

It doesn't matter what you've done, because Christ died for you.
God sacrificed His only Son, what more could they both do?
Bring your requests before the Lord! Use God's Word when you pray.
No prayer that's heard will be ignored! God's love is yours today

poem by Denis Martindale
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Sensations Invented

It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And appears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.

It is apparent,
As the feeling in one's fingertips.
Even if some are numb to these senses...
The implementation done,
Has been imprinted.
Without effective lament.

Sensations invented,
Are meant to be left as sentiments.
Emotions within to mend with a willingness...
Are absent of attention.
At least hints intended,
Are not given to them.

It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And reappears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.

It is apparent,
As the feeling in one's fingertips.
Even if some are numb to these senses...
The implementation done,
Has been imprinted.
Without effective lament.

And we,
The people...
Receive beliefs under steeples.
Although through a peephole we peek.
To behold as told!
With full comrepension,
We desperately seek.

Prisoners of limited knowledge told.
To live with wishes to fulfill.
But then to become victims,
To that which we do not know!

It is so clear,
What is here!
What is near,
And appears.
Regardless of those,
Who choose to listen...
With opened ears.
Dismissing an acceptance,
That could be generated but disappears.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Respect

Respect,
Always everybody looking for some
Respect,
Who do you think youre gonna get it from
Respect,
Anybody here deserving of none
Respect,
Tell me what makes you think
Youre not the one
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
Respect,
Why be concerned with
Public adulation
Respect,
Pat on the back crying
For attention
Respect,
Finding out what it really
Means to me
Respect,
Honor comes only after
Humility

song performed by by Extreme
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Respect To It

Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
You may be the wealthiest and most powerful person in your town
And you feel that you have the right for to put others down
And others respect you or so to you it does appear
But between feigned and true respect the difference is quite clear
Despotic leaders believe the masses them do revere
But this sort of feigned adulation is adulation through fear
To protest in such circumstance they'd be risking their own lives
And the lives of their children as well as their wives
If you do not respect then respect do not expect to receive
Just a known fact of life that one ought to believe.

poem by Francis Duggan
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They've Chosen To Be Winners

Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.

Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.

A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.

And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.

They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.

Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.

And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.

They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Point Is This You Are Attempting To Make?

Yes...
I said what I said and I meant it.
Just as it sounded as if intended.

'Even though you offended,
With an insensitivity? '

What are you seeking?
An apology that excuses my comments.
To then deny,
I was not conscious?

Yes...
I said what I said and I meant it.
Just as it sounded as if intended.

'But, you are running for public office.
To represent 'all' of the people.'

And what point is this you are attempting to make?
That I should hide my biased opinions to get votes?

'Well...
Kind of.
Or at least pretend.'

That would be like cheating on a spouse.
Or playing cat and mouse.
I think those people who were offended,
Need to get over themselves.
And awaken to have reality revealed.
I said what I said and that's how I feel.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I can't quite see at this stage is that the evidence, even to the president, seems to be that clear. And if it is that clear, I can't understand why we are not capable of convincing our closest allies that given that evidence, they ought to join us in this effort.

quote by Lawrence Eagleburger
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Radio Active

Groves of Pomegranate with implants,
Of Lilac scents.
Fill the air misted with Cinnamon,
And Lavender fragrances.
Hinted with Lime and Lemon twists.

And all which isn't accepted,
Is kept restricted with barriers that fence.
Ensuring a way of life projected,
Is radio active to incense.

A constitutional decree,
Will never be amended.
To include elements...
Threatening this exclusivity meant.

Since laws implemented were never intended,
For a reception of all to come dressed to the ball.

'And let's make clear this interpretation we are racists.
We are protectors of rights we defend.
We accept other races,
Like us...
To stay in their place.
That they were eliminated is not our mistake.

We do as we please!
And that is not about race.
If they happen to see that another way...
We say, Hey...
Too bad.
Get over it.
That's the breaks! '

A constitutional decree,
Will never be amended.
To include elements...
Threatening this exclusivity meant.

Since laws implemented were never intended,
For a reception of all to come dressed to the ball.

~Now there is a virus that spreads from horses to dogs! ~

WHAT are you talking about now?

~I just wanted to change the subject.
'They' are calling that one H3 'something'...~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Too Many Times

When did the saying to someone 'No! '
Become an invitation to annoy without end?
I can understand why some parents
Have become immuned to listening
To the demands of their children

No longer are requests asked
With courtesy and respect
But a total lack of consideration
Has fast disappeared
From an expectation of getting it heard
Coming with a breath of sincerity

And saying 'no' to anyone today
Gives them rights to say
Why someone is disliked
And that 'no' expressed just might mean
The one saying it has said 'yes'
One too many times!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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