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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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
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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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Chosen As Their Options
To be satisfied with a life one's got,
Is to be able to acknowledge mistakes made.
Whether done intentionally to do again or not.
And...
With choices and decisions to make,
To place their own footsteps with faith.
This gift given to all as observed,
Is not to seek to live it perfectly.
But to do it in the doing of that which is best,
To not repeat the beating of one's head against a wall.
Belieivng this process leads to happiness.
It doesn't for many but for a few it may.
Unless one believes a sacrificial beating of oneself,
Is the reason why they have come into possession...
Of such a wonderous gift.
And have become upset that pain with suffering,
Is what one needs to accessorize to show others...
They can flaunt what they have chosen as their options.
One never knows which road some choose to select.
And for those who have chosen a road,
That continues to go in a circle that connects...
Perhaps one day for them this will be noticed.
But to stand and watch this activity done to judge,
Should not be defended by anyone as being productive.
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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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Don't Stay To Feed This Beast
Word of advice.
Although it feels enticing,
To argue with someone...
Who has chosen ignorance to use,
As a weapon to fight against what is right.
Don't!
I repeat...DON'T!
Do not...
Show you are upset.
This will ignite,
A heat you will not be allowed to leave.
And you will get upset with regret.
Since...
People of ignorance,
Love and will get their attention!
And historically,
No one needs to prolong a search...
To uncover the evidence of that!
Word of advice.
Although it feels enticing,
To argue with someone...
Who has chosen ignorance to use,
As a weapon to fight against what is right.
Don't!
I repeat...DON'T!
Save yourself and 'time'.
Walk away immediately.
But don't stay to feed this beast.
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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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Reminding Me of My Blessings
Thank you for reminding me,
Of my blessings.
Thank you for stopping,
My flow of complaints.
And restraining me...
When they came to contain with anger,
I felt!
God is in my life.
There to make things right for me!
What more could I ask for?
When so many aren't sure...
With questions that confuse!
I have no barriars...
I can not without Him,
Remove!
Thank you for reminding me...
Of 'What' and 'Who' I have chosen,
To choose!
And allowing myself to become upset,
By 'things' I can refuse!
Dedicated to:
Gary Gamble
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thanking you, Gary...for walking away
and leaving me with that thought today! '
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Dieing Is Not An Option
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
We all are born receiving gifts,
To experience our lives as we choose...
And like.
Some refuse to believe they have chosen,
To follow another on a path.
Instead of selecting,
A happiness grabbed for them that will last.
And that is not easy when variety,
Appears to confuse the mind of some.
Especially when discipline and devotion,
Seem to compete with those who have more fun.
But...
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
Desiring with wishes!
Assisted by dreams one wants fulfilled,
Keeps one motivated to achieve and accomplish.
Experiencing the adventure...
Of acquiring skills.
And doing what one likes...
Is a thrill no one consciously,
Wants to see end or kill!
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
'Excuse me,
I know you have decided...
To take your own life.
However...
Do you mind,
Taking it eleswhere?
And away from my sight?
Over there feel free to complain.
And do as much of it as you like!
But doing it around me,
You see...
For that I have no appetite.'
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As Expectations Come To Go
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
Who can look at someone,
And judge what's next?
Who knows what steps taken,
Who be the ones 'that' someone elects?
And who knows what's best for anyone to get done?
Only the one on a path that is chosen...
Can detect what to expect.
From a life lived inspired by tests.
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
And only those with their eyes wide open,
Know better than those who have their eyes closed.
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
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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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What This 'Oneness' Means
No one born into this life,
Has been sent to evaluate...
The creations of God.
Or the work of the Angels,
With distorted interpretations.
There are many who have the ability to quote.
But few have the courage to live and accept...
We all are part of the experience.
None are here to inspect and reject,
That which God has selected as HIS best.
Upset are those people,
Choosing to divide and separate...
Based upon ethnic values,
Assumed by a few to make them great.
From an isolation in which to generate their hate.
Upset are those people,
Who congegate to celebrate...
What others need to fulfill their lives.
With limited possibilities.
They place upon others,
With an inflicting done...
To disguise and hide their own insecurities.
No one born into this life,
Has been sent to evaluate...
The creations of God.
Or the work of the Angels,
With distorted interpretations.
There are many who have the ability to quote.
But few have the courage to live and accept...
We all are part of the experience.
None of us have been sent,
To dissect into segments...
The intentions of what a 'Oneness' has meant.
Or to any of us what this 'Oneness' means.
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There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given
The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.
Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.
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Life Lived In Peace Wished and Reflected
I signed no contract,
That alerted me...
To put up with nonsense.
Nor is there a clause,
On the life I choose to live...
That says I must tolerate,
Someone's disrespect...
I did not give!
If there is an obstacle on my path,
I alone accept I should get rid of it!
And I look for no one's empathy.
Especially,
If I have to explain to them what it is!
I am here to share my happiness.
Not to be depleted,
By those who feel defeated.
Or to be around those,
Who have chosen to oppose...
Life lived in peace wished and reflected.
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Need Not Look Any Further
Our interests have been,
In the support of our common greed.
Anyone now upset,
About the direction our government has set...
Need not look any further,
Than their own doorsteps!
Those beliefs,
You wish not now to receive as guests...
Have arrived upon your request and invitation!
Regardless if you are not prepared.
You and those who had expressed common needs...
Have chosen what has been delivered!
And you say you seek relief?
There have been those pleading for that...
But as you passed them on their knees,
You ignored their pleas!
To rush and greet your own concerns!
There is a lesson to be learned.
But like all things that are taught...
Some elect to pick from those teachings,
The ones that reflect their choice.
The ones that now infest the air,
With the loudest voices...
Some declare aren't really theirs!
But stare glaring to become denied.
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That Is Why This Is Done For You
If I could say this another way...
Then that way would have been chosen.
And then you would miss this way I've selected.
Eliminating my anticipation,
For you to correct it!
And that is why this way is directed...
Only to you.
To touch in those places,
I trust is just for us.
That is why this is done,
For you like I do with a choice I choose.
With a comprehension that is clear...
You expect from me my best!
And nothing less will you accept.
Even though I do believe...
You wish for me to get 'some' rest!
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Breaking News
People are being observed awakening,
As if from a darkness kept.
People are seen treating one another wirh respect.
And this has been reported to upset those,
Responsible for disease control.
Selected demographics,
Are no longer affected by the test.
And as of yet there seems to be no antidote,
To stop the spread of this epidemic imposed.
'Those who 'have not' are ignoring those who 'have'.
What's going on?
Even the poodles are looking confused.'
Stay tuned for futher developments and updates,
On this breaking news.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Has It Been Depleted?
You are upset with me,
Because I have created my own success...
With sacrifice and patience.
In a place you told me I invited my own defeat.
And you have a Master's Degree in Business Finance.
With nothing to show for it,
But foreclosed and repossessed possessions.
Sometimes you don't eat?
Geeessshhh.
And your degree is packed away in storage.
While today you find yourself standing,
In an unemployment line.
Why are you upset with me?
Aren't you following your dreams?
What in your mind are you trying to define?
I can only say I have been blessed.
And kept my faith devoted.
Allowing God to do the rest!
And did not try to impress.
God often addressed this.
Perhaps that is the reason,
I still remain focused.
Why would you be upset with me?
I fell, crawled...
Stood up to clean and pave my path.
And had to endure the laughing of others,
As I passed.
With very few dimes...
To send my clothes to the cleaners.
And I remembered you told me,
You had an expense account for that!
Has it been depleted?
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Curriculum
Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum.
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
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