Confined to Limitation Is Not My Taste
When it is suggested,
I could be more 'correct'...
In my approach that expresses,
A lack of a perfectness.
I do not get upset!
However,
Neither am I perfect.
Nor do I wish to be.
I leave that action for critics to take.
Since confined to limitation...
Is not my taste.
Although I do appreciate,
Those recommendations!
If I make mistakes...
So shall it be.
I am a writer not a critic.
And what I reveal and express,
Comes from within.
And with honesty from 'me'.
Those who seek and recognize perfection...
God bless you!
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May I Have Another Helping of Those Delicious Critics, Please?
What do I have to say,
To those who are my critics?
I have been aware of them,
Since I began taking my first steps.
Since my first breath taken...
Was done independently.
I've heard it said,
My lifetime of actions...
By them has been disapproved.
And things I do have been ego led.
It's believed what I do,
Is done to seek attention.
Even those things I do to cleanse,
In privacy...
I care not mention.
We all have talents,
And those gifts that are given.
How I use the ones I have...
Aren't from a critic's invention.
Or maybe because of the creation of 'them'.
Who knows?
Perhaps that's what has them upset.
And if they have time like that to waste...
Don't hesitate in delay to say,
I am just getting started.
And what I've given to them to nibble...
Is just a little taste.
From a baking not completed,
Yet imaginations rate!
They have no idea,
Of who I am!
Or the making of 'me'.
And-what-that-takes!
Since I'm the cooker who does the feeding...
I know who eats!
And those served,
That ate.
Those who choose to regurgitate...
Do it without my decision given to make!
What do I have to say,
To those who are my critics?
I do admire their efforts,
But...
What's there is there for them to digest.
I'm not about to give up my peace,
Or my mind for them to test.
My eyes are clear,
And focused on my progress.
Not on things that I've done.
For purposes to keep manifested,
The days I spent in my youth...
Doing things to shock and stun,
Just for the 'hell' of having devilish fun.
Although I must admit,
There is 'something' about controversy...
That appetites my palate much more than just a bit.
'Excuse me...
I know I shouldn't.
Since I am here by invitation.
But,
May I have another helping of those delicious critics,
Please?
I can not believe they could be this delicious.
What have these critics been mixed with? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Should Be Consideration Given
One can choose to read.
Rate to leave,
Or not!
That does not obligate.
Or necessitate demands to make.
Requests are made and extended.
And even in the doing of such deeds,
There should be consideration given...
To those who have preferences.
And often...
One who expresses a preference,
Is compliant to what that definition implies...
Something that is preferred.
Not suggested.
Or sought in random.
And rarely not solicited,
If this is not an action wished!
And still...
STILL,
Many just don't get it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Deserving Of The Best
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I did not appear here expecting forgiveness.
I came to you wanting to,
Show my respect.
I take full responsibility,
For the neglect I had shown...
When then I left.
Please,
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I want to reveal to you,
My immaturity has gone.
I came back to town to let you know...
No matter what has happened,
Between us...
I want you to hear me say,
It was me...
Not you,
Who had been the one wrong!
I've been wanting to tell you that,
For so very long.
Turn around and look at me.
Please?
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
If I have to deliver it on my knees,
I will.
Only happiness in your life,
I wish for you to seek and fulfill.
I've come to you to express my respect.
And to let you know,
You are deserving of the best...
Of what life has to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wicket Cricket Critic
If the cricket critics' nagging
Merits stern official gagging
Which I doubt
How would critical ascetics,
With their prosy homiletics,
Shut it out?
And the question then arises:
If more cricketing surprises,
Such as bodyline, begin to threaten cricket,
And another stunt, when sprung,
Call for clicking of the tongue,
Should a cricket critic critically click it?
When the barrackers grow lyric
In a manner most satiric
And profane,
How, one ventures still to wonder,
May the clamor be kept under?
How restrain?
For one barbaric larrik-
In can do a lot of barrack-
In', and cause a lot of worry at the wicket.
But would sportsmen be abusing
Cricket canons in refusing
To supply that cricket critic with a ticket?
As a critic analytic
Of the cricket critics' critic
I would say,
When we criticise their cricket,
Then the players have to stick it,
Come what may.
No specific soporific
May be used; for it is diffic-
Ult to strike a critic partly paralytic.
So there's nothing gained in seeking,
As I know; and I am speaking
As a critic of the cricket critic's critic.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Molded Goals
Give me my right to have a life of variety.
With a choice I decide in my mind,
Who and what I will be as I define.
People live to breathe in sequels.
And leeching to squeeze,
From an opportunistic vision.
But too afraid to plant their own footsteps,
If others are not pleased.
People are not free,
Or encouraged to be themselves.
And directed from their births,
To seek acceptance...
From others who have molded goals,
And know what is perfectness.
Give me my right to have a life of variety.
With a choice I decide in my mind,
Who and what I will be as I define.
People are not free,
Or encouraged to be themselves.
And directed from their births,
To seek acceptance...
From others who have molded goals,
And know what is perfectness.
Molded goals grow old to corrode.
And find a staleness solid...
Rusted with rot and dropped forgotten.
People live and breathe in sequels.
Too afraid to make fresh steps.
People live to please other people,
And get upset when nothing is correct!
Molded goals.
Molded goals.
Rusted with rot,
And soon dropped forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Stop Me, Please
I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I had pent up emotions needing release!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I once had shied away from my own mistakes.
I once denied I even made them.
But I awakened with a need to admit...
My perfectness,
Was not a perfect fit!
I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I had pent up emotions needing release!
Don't stop me...
Please.
When I was wrong I couldn't handle it!
I would run to hide afraid like a kid.
I have grown to my own benefit.
And...
Ready to express my own childishness!
So don't stop me,
Please!
I had to be here to express relief!
Don't stop me...
Please.
I have emotions needing to be release!
Don't stop me...
Please.
When I was wrong I couldn't handle it!
I would run to hide afraid like a kid.
Now I see how that was quite childish.
I am here to ask for your forgiveness.
So don't stop me,
Please!
I am to ask for your forgiveness.
So don't stop me,
Please!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Tested...Yes!
For whatever the reasons,
Those feelings felt inside me...
Are there and deeply understood.
I bring them to the surface to expose.
As if a necessity.
As if this is a conscious mission,
I have chosen to do better than just good.
For whatever the reasons,
My expressions connect...
I am commanded by an ability,
To ensure what is said is done at my best.
I may upset some and others I may inspire.
A writer of honesty I am.
I don't have developed skills to be a liar.
Inquisitive with a curiosity,
Sometimes my visions take me to the edge.
I only pledge to be who it is I am.
I don't seek to be impressive...
Yet,
I am told I impress with the words I express.
And on a daily basis I am tested...yes!
Dedicated to:
Ms Kajari Laskar
India
'Thank you for your comments, Kajari.
You have made me feel extremely blessed,
And gratefully honored.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even as I stand here and admit that we have made mistakes I still believe that as the people of America sit in judgment on each party, they will recognize that our mistakes were mistakes of the heart. They'll recognize that.
quote by Barbara Jordan
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Perfection
Hush little baby, gotta be strong
cause in this world we are born to fight
Be the best prove them wrong
A winners work is never done
Reach the top number one
Perfection...
Oh perfection
You drive me crazy with perfection
Ive worn my pride as my perfection
Perfection....oh!
I was taught to be tough
That the best that you can be aint enough
Crack the whip, sacrifice
But I found out paradise had a price
I didnt know it then
But oh I know it now
You gotta work as hard at love
To make the love work out
You know this heart of mine
Had made some big mistakes
I guess that when it comes to love
I just dont know what it takes...
Chorus:
All my life Ive been driven by perfection
Pushed it to the limit every day and night
Whoa...Ive been driven by perfection
But nothins perfect when love aint right
Nothins perfect when love aint right
Gave it all played my part
I gave everything I had but my heart
Worked so hard made a name
But the loneliness inside stays the same
When love is here to today
And then its gone today
You got a list of lovers like a resume
You gotta take some times
To make it something real
I guess that when it comes to love
I just dont know how to feel
Chorus repeat
Oh perfection
You drive me crazy with perfection
Ive worn my pride as my perfection
Im goin crazy with perfection
song performed by by Cher
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Typographical Errors
Typographical errors,
I try to avoid.
Some I leave,
To create their own noise.
And something suspected,
To be out of place...
Usually gets more attention,
Than something correct...
One wishes to say.
And there are times it takes me,
All day to imperfect what is correct.
Especially if I want to emphasize,
My own perfection has defects.
I know! I know, that's hard to believe...
That I would take 'all' day to imperfect what is correct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If One Smiling Looks out of Place
Why do you smile now all the time?
It looks out of place.
Especially around those,
Adorning exposed frowns on their faces.
'I've found a different approach to reveal my bitterness.
I have discovered this way expresses my agitation.
And if anyone is offended,
They would have to ask themselves why this offends? '
It does not offend as much as it just looks out of place.
'Well...
Don't you think that is a sad commentary to make?
If one smiling looks out of place...
That should irritate everyone as to what it is they find important.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The galleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. They make no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are the doers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes no mistakes lacks boldness and the spirit of adventure. He is the one who never tries anything. His is the brake on the wheel of progress. And yet it cannot be truly said he makes no mistakes, because his biggest mistake is the very fact that he tries nothing, does nothing, except criticize those who do things.
quote by David M. Shoup
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I Wish My Heart To You Was Known
I wish my heart to you was known.
With emotions deep.
I do keep within reach.
I can be distant at times.
But my mind is aware.
Who approaches with sincerity.
And a return of it,
I can and will share.
Without defense or fences seen.
To pop up suddenly...
From nowhere.
To be rude, indignant or mean.
I'm here to care.
But not just for anyone.
Nor do I seek perfection.
Not with the flaws,
I've yet to overcome.
It is not often that I meet someone...
Who can accept with forgiveness,
The unconsciousness of others.
And allow them time...
To correct what they have done.
I try not to sit with bitterness inside.
Knowing my pride could be hard to handle.
Since I overly protect a sensitive side.
A peace of mind I have.
And it was not easily obtained.
It took years in development.
To keep as is.
Proudly maintained.
Many times I have sat alone.
Amazed in the ways that I have grown.
And wishing someone knew,
My life the way I do!
Perhaps that's why I wish...
My heart to you was known.
I recognize your thoughtfulness!
And that...
Not too many can express.
In the way to me you have shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A perfection
What is perfection?
You mean precision
Accuracy in action
Or planning in anticipation
Nobody is perfect
Good ideas to inject
Never say no or reject
Observe minutely the object
It may look different
It may not look apparent
There may be under current
Danger is always inherent
Master the art
Have good beginning or start
Dress up well and look smart
Integrate, neat well and be part
Come up with new innovation
Try come out of suffocation
Breathe fresh air with good intake
Recover the lost ground and retake
Earn the name and feel no shame
There is always prestige with good name
Nothing will go wrong or slide away
You may fine it in right way
Try to address it in well manner
You need no platform or good banner
Good manner and perfection will do it all
You will receive tumultuous welcome and call
Try to perfect with near perfection
You need not but may speak your action
it has nothing to do with lengthy speech
You may have all the chance on top to reach
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Fade Away
I want to melt away into nothing,
To be a simple molecule of air,
Floating in and out of people' lives,
Without them even knowing.
I want to be in my own world, my own eternity.
Why can't you just understand that,
Why can't you look in my eyes,
And see that I don't want to be trapped,
In your cage of protection,
I want to be in an unprotected world fighting for myself!
I want to fall to pieces at the feet of the world,
I want to bow down and move as it moves,
Not fighting each current,
Not going against it to try to form my own world,
I want to know where I stand and who I am.
I want to become one with the outside world,
Leave everything behind me from this life,
No more cages or lies or protection from a world I have to face.
I want to make my own mistakes and correct them myself,
Without you trying to do it for me.
The fire inside me burns at a slow simmer,
Waiting for something to give it fuel,
Fuel to overcome my body and melt away my skin,
Working it's way through me to engulf me once again,
Engulf me in the feeling of being locked away from everything of anger.
If I could just fade to nothing,
Breathe the air that was breathed by the sycamore,
Drink the water that was dumped from the heavens above,
If I could just be at true peace with my own tranquility,
If I could just be alive and not be expected to be perfect but just be me.
What would happen if I faded into this void of meditation,
Would I be driven mad or insane,
Would I never want to leave this feeling of ecstasy behind me,
Would everything be okay just for one time; one moment,
Could I be so simply there, not be noticed?
I want to do nothing but sit in my world of perfectness,
If even just for a moment or day,
I want to wade in the pool of immortality,
I want to find who I am,
I don't want to fight it anymore I want to let it overtake me.
I want to be melted away into something so simple and perfect,
So impossibly flawless so pure
I want to melt; find the simplistic life that so many people are blind to,
I want to open my eyes and see this place, this world,
I want to see.
I want to melt away into nothing,
I want to become one with the world around me,
With the life within me.
I want to escape into this world of perfect being,
And fade to nothing.
By: Bethany Maxwell
September 14,2009
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Perfect Lie/ You Are Loved The Way You Are
Stand in front of the mirror
Either boys or girls, some got depression
Try to find yourself underneath the reflection
Dissect each point, seek for perfection
Dreaming of perfection, adore some corrections
Never know the word of satisfy
Already beautiful but admire to modify
Don't you know who really you are?
You are loved by the way you are
Most of us rather see what appeared outside
always forgot to evaluate what lies inside
Most of us deceived by the open eyesight
always fooled because blinded heart-sight
Perfection makes everyone affected
Perfect one is what you wanted
Perfect lie is what you invented
Perfect word only a word that human created
A real you, that what you have neglected
Dear,
Don't feel down,
if u are blessed as jasmine flower
Why must you envy of that sunflower
I know, it is big, sweet yellow, catchy for eyes to look
But, don't you know sunflower adore the way you look?
Hypnotize fragrance by cute in white, posses its own hook
So unfair to compare the different beauty you both look
Jasmine, u never be sunflower even u dressed in yellow
The fake pigment will fade away soon
Sunflower, perfumed never make u placed in jasmine row
The artificial scent will gone before noon
No need to hear anyone to drag you down
Yet thou be like a rose, beauty guarded by thorns
Thankful to have what u have now
You always loved by who you are now
It is always good to be yourself
Better than lost yourself in your own lie
In fantasy, to taste perfection, perfect lie u got
In reality, perfection is only belong to God
And...you are always loved the way you are
*Note: U are beautiful, no matter what people say...
This is for everyone that think they are not good enough
in many aspects not limited to beauty perception
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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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Add Onto A Collection Of Experiences
The choices made we make,
For our lives to ensure no heartbreaks.
Fixed to a perfectness approved.
To later realize a buyer's remorse,
Wishing for an instant removal from it...
Depends on what is to us received.
Or believed what to us has been sold,
As a purchase to increase...
Those accepted possibilities.
With definitive choices to choose our escapes.
It takes one being awake,
To recognize safety nets are not in place.
It takes one being unafraid,
To face the 'opportunity' to make mistakes.
With a feeling later to discover,
It is okay...
To live a life falling down.
With a getting up from the ground.
Just to add onto a collection of experiences.
And those we keep as priceless treasures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paperback Writer
(LennonMcCartney)
Paperback writer
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer (fade out)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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