Competition
Competition?
I don't like it,
When no one else is involved!
And opponents?
They are becoming rare these days!
Myself?
I'm my worse competitor!
I am never satisfied,
Unless I'm looking for challenges!
My sisters...
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
They did this to me!
They make me 'sick' with their brilliance!
But,
I will never let them know that.
They will want to raise the bar!
As if this is some contest of some kind.
And it ain't!
I am too grown for that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Done the Best I Can So You Can Do That Better
Beneath the tree
That falling leaves descended from,
I stand.
Thinking of the changes,
I have experienced being the man I am.
'She is now called 'Mama'!
Ma! Or Ms Mimmie'.
When she's with her children...
And grandchildren too!
And I look up above me to witness the branches.
The twigs!
And the wonder of the tree...
All of this ascends from!
'Matriarch she is! ', I think with no doubt.
And the birds, squirrels and all that come to visit,
Are always welcomed
And I wonder if anyone wonders...
'How can anyone disbelieve there is a God? '
How can this be done?
And by whom?
We all can't be vacant with a disconnected fate!
'Something' is planned by the doing in all of this!
'Something' is in control and knows everything that sits...
Within and 'out' of our midst.
'Something' about this most people miss.
'How can anyone disbelieve there is a God? '
And we are God's experiment!
And my 'sisters' were born to nourish the flourishment.
And I can see...
Looking at 'this' tree before me I inspect.
And 'It' observes...knowing!
Encouraging those after birth and going...
After growing up,
With a gentle toughness that is meant.
'I've done the best I can so you can do that better.'
Dedicated:
To my sister Andrea. Mim, Mimmie and MimmieD
'You have 'eight' grandchildren? EIGHT? How, Mimmie? '
Where was I when all of this happened?
And Tammy and Lisa? ? Naw. No way, yo?
You can 'not' be in your 'fffffffffffffaaug. Getting 'more'
mature. Geeeessshhh. HOW do you all get so much older
than me? Overnight it seems.
LOL
Love you,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Prefer 'Butter' Beans
What do I contribute to my being tenacious?
A dislike for lima beans.
It seems as if my sister, Mimmie, and I...
Ate them everyday.
And my mother would say to us...
'Be thankful for what you've got.
Some people aren't even eating that.'
To say to us...
Times then were 'meager'.
'So eat and shut up.'
Well,
That was many years ago.
Long before my younger sisters, Tammy and Lisa...
Acquired a craving for those weekly 'Grinder' sandwiches,
Our dad would buy for them.
And they would cling onto them as if they possessed,
Fort Knox.
And Tammy would look at me,
As 'if' I had better not...
Ask for a piece to taste.
She's the one most opionated.
To this very day,
My sister, Mim and I can not stand lima beans!
But...
For some reason,
We prefer 'butter' beans.
And...
You can not tell us,
They are the same thing as those 'limas'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three Sisters
I have three sisters.
Each I adore.
With seperate aggressions,
Too tiring to explore.
Dynamic they are.
With a creative genius.
Brilliant and humorous...
They truly represent Venus.
Me?
I am Mars.
I know I am 'out there'.
My dad was too!
But his attention,
Was on them like glue.
And 'stuck' he was.
Like a bee caught in a jar.
To be dehoneyed!
Especially the younger two.
Who got him to do anything.
And this I observed...
When learning how women can 'sting'.
Especially when expectations,
Were limiting.
Sometimes my mom and I,
Would look at each other and smile.
She knew too well I was an outsider.
When my sisters decided,
To inflict their 'styles'.
And each of them were respectfully different.
I have three sisters.
Each I adore.
With seperate aggressions,
Too tiring to explore.
And if I had a brother,
I know he'd run away.
Since I tried that myself.
But I am hooked to their 'allure'.
And that's how it has been,
To this very day.
I have three sisters,
Very wise...
And quick with wit.
So proud I am they are who they are.
I have no choice.
Since I'm sure they wouldn't have it,
Any other way.
'Women!
To love them is to...
Well,
Love them.'
Dedicated to:
Mimmie 'D', Tammy and Lisa
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Initiative
If I choose not to be held accountable,
For your responsibilities.
With an announced committment.
I am not the one to accuse of neglect.
Especially if your own life,
You do not prioritize with respect.
If I am in no position,
To hold your hand and babysit.
You can make all the claims you wish,
To point out my arrogance and selfishness.
I am not here to defend against your opinions.
Nor am I addicted to expressed empathies to give.
I've been taught to get up off my knees from crawling.
And not wait for someone to convince me,
Of my abilities.
Taking initiative does not come easy.
Nor is motivation given,
To appease those lazy...
Who use excuses as they please.
NOTE:
'Thank you T'Ana (my great niece)
Who thanked her grandmother (my sister, Andrea)
Who thanked our mother, Edna...
Who instilled 'initiative' in us,
(my sisters Tammy, Lisa, and yes, Andrea and myself) '
Who says women aren't the backbone of families?
And who says a man can be a man without them,
instilling the meaning of 'initiative'.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Sister
Lisa says that it's allright
When she needs to be alone at night
Lisa says that she has a fun
And she'll do it with just about anyone.
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says
Lisa says that she's on the run
Looking for a special one
Lisa says that every time she makes his trip
She knows her heart will beat
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says
Looking for a part and some action
Going to make it feel okay
But what do you find
When the time has come on, now
Look at it run
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Give Me Mimmie
Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
It's done at her best!
She 'may' have a flaw.
Not too many I have seen.
She's my oldest 'and' younger sister.
And when she whips her dander up...
Watch out!
She can let off some steam.
A jewel, a star...
A bright light shining.
Never to complain,
She refrains from whining.
Wife, mother and devoted grandmother too.
She says she has retired!
But from what?
She's 'so' busy.
She's always finding something to do!
Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
It's done at her best!
She's funny when she says she is going to relax.
By preparing a meal for fifty or more people...
For some function at her church,
Where she is very active at!
She doesn't hesitate,
To express the wisdom that she has.
It's sharp and quite clear,
To whomever it is passed.
And she entertains with humor.
When she jokes,
You are going to laugh.
She's quite accomplished...
Undertaking several task!
Yes...
Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
It's done at her best!
Dedicated to:
My sister Andrea Doreen 'Mimmie' Pertillar Dixon
'Love you, young lady! '
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Queen of What Is Right
Yes!
She is my sister.
And Queen,
Of What Is Right.
No one,
Not even me...
Can argue with Mimmie D.
She is seldom wrong!
So prepare to take a hike.
She's quite talented and gifted.
And seems to never rest.
She makes things look too easy.
Even her children, Shayla and Landry...
Often find time with her protest.
But Mimmie is quite a special person!
And yes, I can say this...
It is true,
She knows what is best.
She knows how to dress with style and grace.
When she cooks a meal,
I've witness people stuff their faces.
Everything she touches,
Has a quality to it.
And she's the first on the scene,
When family, friends and those she loves get sick!
Did I tell you she was a nurse?
When she was just a child...
Healing the 'universe' she use to rehearse.
She tried to practice her skills on me!
But I had to remind her...
I was the one born first!
'Mahhhh...
Will you tell Mimmie to leave me alone.
She's trying to tell me what to say.
When I get on the telephone! '
Yes!
She is my sister.
And Queen,
Of What Is Right.
Yes, we had our arguments.
And yes we had our childish fights.
But on September 10th two thousand and nine,
My little sister will be sixty.
And it is hard to believe,
Without me...
She has done quite fine.
But sometimes I wonder about her husband AL.
After thirty six years of wedded bliss with sister Mim...
He seems to get better as he ages with her.
And not showing one sign,
He is out of his mind!
There has to be 'something' WRONG with THEM.
Two peas in the same pod.
The love they have for each other,
Today...
IS quite odd!
Yes!
She is my sister.
And Queen,
Of What Is Right.
And I love her dearly with all my heart!
Since Andrea and me,
Are both alike.
'Mahhhh...
will you tell LArry to leave me alone.
And mine his own business,
When I talk on the telephone! '
Dedicated to my sister,
Andrea 'Mimmie' Doreen Pertillar Dixon.
In celebration of her 60th birthday.
September 10th 2009.
'I love you, Mimmie.'
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until It Happens
Don't be concerned about what others say about you.
Just do what you do and be done with it.
One day you will silence their lips.
'But Maaaahhh, that makes no sense! '
It ain't suppose to until it happens.
Now go outside and play.
You're getting on my last nerve!
Dedicated To:
Mrs. Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
My mom.
'Ma, we miss you and your so 'appropriate'
philosophy about life and other 'stuff' '
(Andrea, Tammy, Lisa, Larry)
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The kind of society which we still have is maybe, in some cases, getting worse. Competition is becoming a virtue. Intense competition drives people to go more and more into self-interest. Even to see other folks as competition.
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Lisa Says
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Lisa says that its allright
When she needs to be alone at night
Lisa says that she has a fun
And shell do it with just about anyone.
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
Lisa says that shes on the run
Looking for a special one
Lisa says that every time she makes his trip
She knows her heart will beat
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
Looking for a part and some action
Going to make it feel okay
But what do you find
When the time has come on, now
Look at it run
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says...
1969 live version
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Lisa says on a night like this,
Itll be so nice if youd give me a kiss.
And lisa says for just one little smile,
Ill sit next to you for a little while.
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
Lisa says you must be some kind of fool,
The way you treat everybody so cruel.
And lisa says you must be a funny kind of guy,
The way youre always staring at the sky.
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
If youre lookin for a good-time charlie,
Well thats not really what I am.
You know a good-time charlies wastin time.
Cause the good-time charlie,
Thats not baby where I am.
You know that good times just seem to pass me by.
Lisa says on a night like this,
Itll be so nice if youd give me a kiss.
And lisa says for just one little smile,
Ill sit next to you for a little while.
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
Why am I so shy, why am I so shy.
Good times you know they just seem to pass me by.
Why am I so shy.
First time I saw you I was talkin to myself
I said wow shes got such pretty pretty eyes
Such pretty eyes...
Now that you are next to me I just get so upset
Oh will you tell me why am I so shy
Why am I so shy, why am I so shy.
Good times you know they just seem to pass me by.
Why am I so shy.
Lisa says on a night like this,
Itll be so nice if youd give me a kiss.
Lisa says you must be some kind of fool,
The way you treat everybody so cruel.
Lisa says, lisa says, lisa says, lisa says
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Airlines go in the long run at the competition to reason. For the passenger the competition is good, because each competitor tries to undercut the other one.
quote by Niki Lauda
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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No Challenge
I will admit this!
I am not in competition with you!
I am in competition with myself!
And trust me...
I don't think I am going to find,
A stronger competitor!
It's not about ego that inspires.
It's about self recognition...
That never seems to satisfy
My thirst to outdo myself!
And I knew there would be problems...
The moment I discovered you to be no challenge at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick City (acoustic)
Restless people from the sick city
Burned their homes down to make the sky look pretty
What can I do I'm just a person
This is the line that we always seem to hear
You just sit
Things get worse and
Watch TV and drink your beer
Walkin' all alone
Not goin' anywhere
Walkin' all alone
Nobody seems to care
Restless as the wind
This town is killin' me
Got to put an end
To this restless misery
I'm Just one of those restless people
Can never seem to be satisfied with livin'
In the sick old sick sick sick old sick city
It may be too late for me to say goodbye
And it may be too late
To watch the sick old city die
Goin' on the road
Yeah I'm gonna try to say
Sick city so long goodbye and die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Twins
You don't know me!
'No!
You're the one that don't know me.'
You don't know me!
You're the one!
You don't know me.
You 'think' you do.
And that's your problem.
~Look!
Let's settle this right now.
I carried the both of you...
For nine excrutiating months.
You are TWINS.
If anyone wishes they had amnesia...
Guess who that would be?
Now...
I want the both of you to watch that TV.
And leave it...
On one channel.
Is that clear?
Or I'll be in there to remind you who I am.~
'Gee, Mahhh! '
~Gee hell!
You kids are getting on my last nerve.~
Dedicated to...
My twin sisters Tammy and Lisa.
Very few knew them apart...
When they were young ladies growing up,
And struggling for their own separate identities.
'Love you T and Doc'
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Aint Ever Satisfied
I love the things that scare most folks to death
But I aint ever satisfied
Ill stay till the end or till im gasping for breath
But I aint ever satisfied
No, I am never satisfied
I can pretty much come and go as I like
But I aint ever satisfied
Hey, with no bottom line its hard to know wrong from right
But I aint ever satisfied
Ill try anything once but than I do it to death
But I aint ever satisfied
I expect the worse but I hope for the best
Oh, I aint ever satisfied
No, I am never satisfied
No, no, no, no, I am never satisfied
Cantt get enough, no, of nothing
Ive got seven of everything and more in the till
But I aint ever satisfied
You think its dangerous stuff
It aint even a thrill
I aint ever satisfied
Oh, I am never
No, I am never
I dont know why I aint ever satisfied
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Get Over It
Slipping down a slide
I did enjoy the ride
Don't know what to decide
You lied to me
You looked me in the eye
It took me by surprise
Now are you gratified
You cried to me
La, la, la, la, la, la
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
When I was feeling down
You'd start to hang around
And then I found your hands all over me
And that was out of bounds
You filthy rotten hound
It's better than it sounds, believe me
la La, la, la, la, la
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
Hey, you gotta get over
Hey, you gotta get over it
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
You'll have to get over it
song performed by by Avril Lavigne
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Truly, the challenges we face are not Democratic challenges or Republican challenges. In fact, they are not political challenges at all; they are fiscal challenges, and educational challenges, and the challenges of figuring out how to take care of each other.
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Sad Lisa
She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me whats making you sadly?
Open your door, dont hide in the dark.
Youre lost in the dark, you can trust me.
cause you know thats how it must be.
Lisa lisa, sad lisa lisa.
Her eyes like windows, tricklin rain
Upon her pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in a hall, she cant hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.
Lisa lisa, sad lisa lisa.
She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
Ill do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.
Lisa lisa, sad lisa lisa.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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