Common Sense Is Not Indexed
People believe intelligence comes from books they read.
As if to regurgitate another's observations,
Gives them an equal ability to 'see'.
But those who have wisdom,
Observe their environment...
And those who live in it.
The affects this creates.
And whose thoughts dominate them.
However...
Reading does achieve an expanded comprehension.
If one chooses to pursue a degree...
To produce heightened accepted limitations.
Although if one chooses to explore out of the box.
One has to do that on one's own.
Since detailed documentation for this,
Can be found not!
Common sense is not indexed.
And generally pioneered without standards to block.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Kinds Of Branding To Label Traps
Do I have a 'Doctorate's Degree? '
No!
Nor is my approach and methods to learning,
Certifiably accepted by those approved...
Who do have such credentials.
But I am blessed to observe,
And connect with a consciousness...
I did not earn to be professed.
Or be one labelled as a scholar,
To prove a thought process within me that yearns.
And not a book do I read that has helped me achieve,
A common sense.
With experience and a willingness to learn,
Has assisted in the documenting...
What may be perceived as an approved 'Ivy Leaguer'.
I could not afford,
To waste my resources...
On those kinds of branding to label traps.
I've been saved from living my life,
Limited to impress others like that.
And nothing I believe in,
Has been certified to be classified...
With stamps of approval to identify as controlled.
To maintain standards beheld to uphold to teach...
A releasing of comprehension that limits one's attention span.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Is Another Chance
Stuck in a backed up duct...
A flow has start to slow.
And there one sits until a busted luck,
Erupts!
In a panic that one shows.
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Or sip on booze to fuel.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Plucked like a duck that will get stuffed.
To cook until one's done.
One like this is too corrupt.
With winning thoughts to come.
But gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Or sip on booze to fuel.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Or pick a fight to feud.
Gone...
Is another chance to do,
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
Stuck in a backed up duct!
Stuck in a backed up duct!
And gone,
Is another chance to do...
What one chooses.
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Acceptance of Limitation
An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.
It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.
Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.
This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.
A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
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Before Hints Of Appearances Of It
What we have here,
Is a tale of two mindsets.
One believes it can and will do,
What it chooses and pleases to.
While the other seeks to rule and dominate,
The fate of human existence.
Both have put the experience of consciousness,
At risk.
And both reside in the same brain,
That has welcomed insanity as a way of life.
Likened to the giving to kids,
Authority to play with matches...
In a warehouse full of dynamite.
With an accepted dichotomy,
That squeezes to eliminate...
Any remnants of common sense.
Before hints of appearances of it begin to threaten.
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You are not the one who chooses the book, the book chooses you to tell the story.
Libraries around the world are destroying many books because of the so-called lack of space. In the age of the digital revolution, will the book survive or disappear?
Camelia Oprița in The wall of thoughts (April 2020)
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
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To Tick With A Tocking All Of Our Clocks
Not too often,
But I do become quite amused...
By those who read my work,
And immediately have their perceptions of me.
Who I am and the life lived I pursue.
I am a writer and 'sometimes' I infuse,
My experiences lived.
But I am not an isolationist...
Observing life within limitations.
I have the ability to empathize,
With others unknown but do see.
I also listen to others as well...
With a focused attention.
Without that focus being centered on me.
I am not a self obsessor.
I am also a creature of curiosity.
An adventurer scouting out life,
And what life offers me.
And with a pad and pen with imagination too?
Well...
The environment is a canvas I observe.
To describe what is there existing.
Although there are times when people refuse,
To see themselves the way I do.
And believe it or not,
What is revealed to us all...
Has the capability to tick with a tocking,
All of our clocks.
With refusals to believe.
And denials to be heard to go on none stop.
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When Riches Are Hand-Me-Down
If looks and appearance,
Were an indicator that ensured one's wisdom...
There would be very few,
Suited and tied with careful images...
Dressed to impress.
There is a difference between,
Researching with studying to produce an effect.
Than having an ability to quickly purchase,
An etiquette to reproduce an elegance...
That is far removed from an intelligence...
Assumed to be obtained but nonexistent.
And when riches are hand-me-down,
Homelessness and poverty...
Gives a boost to those who believe,
Everything they have has been earned...
Like others reflecting their quality of life,
With a doing of it to be amongst the thieves.
And concentrating on this...
Can be interpreted as having intelligence.
But common sense is rarely an ingredient in the mix.
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Saturated In a Marination
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance for what it is,
Is a most difficult thing...
For one to overcome!
Not everyone can resist this pull.
Not all are prone,
To sit alone in isolation.
To satisfy a thinking sensation!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
And that's what it takes,
To break from the commonness of it!
Ignorance can be comforting.
Especially when so many,
Have been bred and born to feed on it.
Saturated in a marination...
Seeped with ingredients,
That produce clowns to fool around.
Displaying condoned qualities of misfits.
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Is it an illness...
Ever to be cured?
And chased away from its endurance?
Ever to be blocked and knock out...
Never to regain a need for it to remain unchanged?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance can not be that deep of an affliction!
Why is it so craved?
Why is it chosen...
To wallow in and stay?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Wanting to comprehend and understand...
May today be the most dangerous weapon.
For inquisitive children.
Or thoughtful women.
Or the deeds of a concerned,
And caring man!
Even when this is done,
It is best not to be seen.
By anyone!
On any surfaced scene.
Where they will be demeaned.
Avoiding suspicion,
Should be the condition...
Of one who chooses to connect with thought.
Selecting that as an escape.
An undercover mission!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
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Observe the Quality of Your Way of Life
A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced,
By pledging to fraternities.
To become induced by materialism.
Pursued by greed.
Like those in such selective groups do.
Those who now say,
They can do what they choose!
A degree only shows a conformity to rules.
By an approval stamped on a piece of paper.
Proving the one receiving it...
Is fit to be shown,
How to screw over others too!
Observe the quality of your way of life.
Who with a degree has made it right?
Who with a BA, MA and/or PHD...
Has shown they had sense enough,
To avoid mistakes made...
That has brought today's economy,
To the brink of a catastrophe!
Who with a degree,
Can insist they have common sense?
And if this debate leads into an argument...
Be prepared to defend yourself.
Since talking BS politics...
Those educated,
Do their best at it!
A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced...
By the wickedness of luxuries.
That has increased more crime.
With homelessness and hunger!
Hosted by a society...
Dieting on addictions of all kinds!
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No Clue What Keeps Them Established
A chemistry felt,
Is not communicated in words.
Nor does obtaining a degree,
Automatically certifies one intelligent...
With common sense.
Comprehension develops with experience.
Ask anyone with a degree who still feels ignorant.
And those who have gone through several relationships...
Have no clue what keeps them established.
Many people are seeking ways to impress...themselves!
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Dense, Shallow and Dim
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
They are taught to shake hands,
With poise as they stand.
And give sincere eye contact...
With the best of spoken English,
That identifies an ability
They have been groomed to regurgitate...
With assumed and unresearched facts.
They are challenged to do their best...
For purposes to produce for them big fat checks!
They are encouraged to socialize...
For an increase of status,
And a marketable name recognition that's prized!
But no one wants to criticize...
Their lack of common sense!
They seem not able to find it in books.
And for them a quality of life,
Grows more dense, shallow and dim!
For them who concentrate more on looks.
These are the future leaders now groomed...
By those with set values too long observed.
Those who prefer to sit and predict doom!
And not daring to teach or stretch these minds,
Beyond the 'hand-me-down' standards
Taught and confined,
In antiquated classrooms!
Leaving them with little...
Or nothing to use to successfully compete.
As they constantly compared themselves,
To people living in hunger...
Sympathized on TV,
Or ignored as they snob them on urban streets!
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
But they are not the ones to lead,
With a wholesomeness needed to succeed!
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Keeping Faith In Hollow Concepts
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
When I realized Santa Claus did not exist...
I went ballistic!
The Easter Bunny, Minnie and Mickey Mouse
And a host of my childhood allies...
Were erased from me,
When I began to age with understanding I then refused!
Sometimes I wake up in cold sweats,
Thinking of the death of them.
And how I was challenged to move on with my life!
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
Religions, deities and their myths?
I am not going to touch that with a ten foot pole!
I'll just say the marketing has left tremendous debts,
Of mental casualties!
Wherever these beliefs are currently at war!
One has only to connect the dots to observe the damage!
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in hollow concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
And those who know these things...
Are freer to live their lives,
With a broader sense of self.
Without fears to manifest and share.
Once an awareness stretches to introduce,
A higher consciousness induced.
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Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '
And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.
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On Books
Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read;
They give me knowledge and help life to lead;
Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time;
Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme.
Great are those people who write books all life;
Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife;
Tired of writing though day-long or night,
They keep on writing in such a bad light.
Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease;
It takes years to write but reading is ease;
Book-makers struggle to print a few books;
And keep spending time to, improve their looks.
Some find their way to libraries in town;
Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down;
Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old;
Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold.
Some are in tatters and must be rebound;
Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found;
Reading for long hours, does help you to learn;
Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men.
Read books with great care whose weight is in gold;
Serve generations though they may be old;
Source of much Info, deserving respect;
Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!
poem by John Celes
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Something Held To Suppress Has Affected The Connection
To be referred to as smart and intelligent,
In an environment of other minds...
Noticebly unconscious or sold on ignorance.
Or aware but believe intelligence is rare...
Has to be in the water or in the atmosphere.
And to be accused of being a novelty,
Implies the exercise to think...
And use this ability,
Has to be a threat!
Especially to those,
Who either oppose this activity.
Or remain curious with an envy,
As to how this process is applied and done.
Something held to suppress has affected the connection!
And...
To observe this as obvious,
Has to be for some...
Who believe thinking is a normality,
A life lived...
In a lonely and isolating existence,
Fearing to express a comprehension.
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He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to. It is the means that determines the end.
quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick
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People Are Inclined To Split From It Quick
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance
Accepted and not addressed.
I also know that truth sickens and not mends.
A truth spoken for many is considered wicked.
Although deceiving anyone,
Gets a door to open.
And when that door opens with an allowance done,
People do not fear it.
But from the truth they run.
Leaving the one who comes to speak truth,
Ostracized and shunned because it stuns everyone.
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance.
Accepted and not addressed.
And an avoidance of it,
People are inclined to split from it quick.
Intelligence AND common sense?
Those are the two most forbidden mental elements,
People are taught early to be suspicious of their presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quatrain #72 - Where do you look, dear friend.......
Where do you look, dear friend, for the answers in life that you seek?
Do you read books and listen to advice when hearing people speak?
Or do you look deep within yourself and discern words of wisdom there?
If we but only accepted the knowledge of what really can be found there!
poem by George Krokos
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