Dedication Activated
A dedication activated,
Is not sacrificial.
For the one,
That crosses over...
The threshold of complete devotion.
A committment that remains loyal,
Has for one a benefit.
Although in the doing of it seems to isolate.
What one does and chooses,
May be to others misunderstood.
But the knowing of what has been done,
Needs for the doer...
No explanation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it takes,
To accomplish those deeds he needs
To satisfy.
Not one to resist,
Risky challenges that may exist.
Or will he run,
From those that persist with resistance.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Knows when to do that,
And not back track.
Enjoying the notion he does not slack.
Not him.
Dissect and remove,
If he has to correct.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!
Nothing stops him!
And if he has to crawl,
To get done what he does...
He will.
With skills!
And a sacrificial will he has to fulfill.
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it is...
He has to do,
To do what it takes to get a job done right!
And that is the reason he has been called,
To lead!
Dedicated To:
President Barack H. Obama
United States
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have No Idea What You Are Up Against
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to 'It' without committment!
It hears and listens to all of the nonsense.
With those professions of devotion...
From an emptiness,
Faithfully dismissed.
As soon as the ritual...
Has satisfied a mind,
Limited in consciousness.
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to 'It' without committment!
In a belief whatever 'It' is...
Can be overwhelmed by flattery.
With wishes the 'act' delivers,
Something that can be 'shown'
How much you known 'It'!
And 'It' has chosen you...
To make 'Its' presence known!
Whether you 'own' or lease,
Your chariot from your sheltered crevice.
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to 'It' without committment!
And this 'It' sees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Was Never Intended
It was never intended,
For communities to build fences...
To seclude and isolate themselves.
But to a very few,
This has become a benefit...
To witness the infighting and conflicts.
As if delighted in the condoning of struggle and strife!
However...
This witnessed benefit,
Has become a saddened sickness...
That has afflicted the doers of this,
With a price ultimately they will pay.
A strength in unity was not perceived...
Even for themselves.
Not in this way that dismays.
It was never intended,
For communities to build fences...
To seclude and isolate themselves.
But to a very few,
This has become a benefit...
To witness the infighting and conflicts.
And...
The experience of remorse that decays,
Those days of brightness greed betrayed...
To lead one astray to seek a feeding,
Of another hunger one now wonders...
Could have been much more fulfilling!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didn't You Say This Before?
In the doing of what it takes to get things done,
By a doer...
Why is it,
There are those who do not know what a doer does...
Yet,
There they are...
Appearing from nowhere,
With their mouths opened...
Rattling off their unsolicited and nagging suggestions,
As to how anyone who does what they do...
Should do what they suggest while they,
Do absolutely nothing,
But argue with the doer of a doing that gets done.
With a wasting of that doer's time?
'Didn't you say this before?
This is sounding familiar.'
YES.
And somehow you just can not get the hint!
'Maybe because I have no clue what it is you are talking about.
And who is the dodoer not doing the dodo to the dude.'
HOPELESS I tell you.
It's a 'hope' that's getting 'less'.
'And now you want to change the subject.
And you always tell me,
I am the one not knowing how to communicate?
I am the only one who makes attempts to do it with you.
But NOOOO...
You want to talk about toilets and who uses them.
You've got a problem and you don't want to face it.'
I know.
You're right.
I do.
I agree.
I need some time alone.
Maybe that's what I need.
Some time to myself.
To get some rest.
'I understand.
Give me a call if you need me for anything.
You know I'm on your side.
You take it easy, okay?
Don't stress over it.
Let it go.
Forget it.'
I will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Slacking Done To Piggyback
With a slacking done to piggyback.
Some boot the doer,
Strapped in a saddle and allowing that.
Some boot the doer,
All day long.
And showing strength,
With a disposition strong.
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Slapped and smacked back...
Some boot the doer.
Pity patters chit chat.
Some boot the doer.
And all day long...
Showing strength is the doer.
The doer shows strength and is strong.
Que cherche-tu mais oui beaucoup...
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
It's true.
Very much of this if you look for it.
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
And quick!
Strapped in a saddle and allowing that.
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
With a slacking done to piggyback.
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Slapped and smacked back...
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
Que cherche-tu mais oui beaucoup...
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
It's true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dedication
Well way back in the Bible time
A cat named noah built an ocean liner
Everybody laughed when they told him why
But when the rain came, noah was high and dry
cause he had
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
Well admiral byrd and some eskimos
They took a little trip to the old north pole
When they said it was a miracle they made it back
Well they said that wasnt any miracle, jack
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
Well now there was a movie star out in hollywood
He met a little girl, they got along real good
He tried to split but the chick said buddy, not so fast
Aint gonna wrap me on your arms, then wrap me in some cash
Now it was on tv every word they said
If you didnt see it man, you must have been late
She got on the witness pedestal without care
She turned to the judge and this is what she said
Dedication judge every way
Dedication judge in every way
I need some
Dedication judge that cant be spent
A little dedication judge to pay the rent
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Stagnation And A Committment To It
Bemoaning one's insecurities...
Or accusing others for discussing topics,
One unsolicited chooses to bring up...
Are signs of an unconscious mind.
A maturity that comes with age,
Should get one through these 'stages'.
But the affects of denial and the familiarity of fear,
Produces stagnation and a committment to it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Been Done
This time my time is mine.
It has been a long time since...
These days have commenced,
To be as I choose to live them.
And not emotionally committed...
To be where my devotion is misunderstood!
I had been conditioned to believe,
I had a life to live unselfishly.
And I did at the benefit...
Of my parents.
To find my mother totally giving.
And my dad a humorous wit.
They taught me early in life...
That a black man walking around,
With intelligence is not rare.
What is done with the gift is the challenge.
And I should live to dare the unknown.
Unafraid.
Although scared to death!
Some have chosen to poison themselves.
And have become very successful at it!
While others have selected to be between existences.
You know the type?
Unsatisfied with everything.
Participating in little...
But delivers demands with lofty expectations!
This time my time is mine.
It has been a long time since...
These days have commenced,
To be as I choose to live them.
And not emotionally committed...
To be where my devotion is misunderstood!
Not today!
That's been done.
Today...
Lawrence S. Pertillar can say,
'God?
However 'we' did it,
It has been done.
And I am grateful to know I'm blessed!
Caring less who thinks I am selfish.
Only You, My Father...
Only You,
Know what the real deal has been.
And I feel free not to stop and give explanations,
About the kind of life You have awarded me to live.
Not today!
That's been done.
And to Your satisfaction that leaves me happy! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No benefit
No benefit
No benefit.
You are cooking
You are eating
You are sitting
You are meeting.
No benefit
No benefit.
No body is there
To share
You have not
Shared anybody.
No benefit
No benefit.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Dj Vu
(r, m & b gibb)
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
Im not a saint but stand accused
Youre with someone who thinks loves the same as being used
And now suspicious minds may say its over
Over
Whether I live or die, you are my saviour
Youre my saviour
Its my dj vu, sweet dj vu
Through the feast or famine Ill be with you
Sheltering arms reach out to you
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
The silent nights, I cry your name
Youre with someone who says
They can get you through your pain
These golden years keep on returning
Its hurting
Precious and few
Youre my saviour, youre my saviour
Its my dj vu, sweet dj vu
Through the feast or famine Ill be with you
Sheltering arms reach out to you
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
And cherish what theyve lost
When often its too late
Its my dj vu (memories of you)
Sweet dj vu (keep coming through)
Through the feast or famine
Ill be with you (all that is true)
Sheltering arms reach out to you
Oh baby
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Nobody ever chooses the already unfortunate as objects of his loyal friendship.
Misunderstood
Have you come to say its over
Is it something I have failed to do
There is only you to blame
Youre not the same one that I knew
Can there be no conversation
Any animation if you please
Do you know Im old enough to read between the lines
Oh baby dont be so misunderstood
Baby its just one word after all
Baby dont be so misunderstood
Baby its just one word after all
And we can fall and we can fall
We can fall
Theres gonna be a thunder in the air
Evrybody under should beware
When you gonna meet someone to
Open up your eyes
Theres gonna be a stranger when youre gone
Gonna be a shadow on the sun
Someones gonna get you in the end
I would still be lovin you
Im not afraid, let your vision pull me through
(break)
I was a love you could rely on
Anybody else need not apply
Do you know which one of us
Will be the first to say goodbye
Can there be no dedication
Dedication , that dont pay the rent
Do you know that I would still be with
You when the moneys spent
And baby dont be so misunderstood
Baby its just one word after all
Baby you know Id be there if I could
Baby its just one word after all
And we can fall and we can fall
We can fall
Theres gonna be a thunder in the air
Evrybody under should beware
When you gonna meet someone
To open up your eyes
Theres gonna be a stranger when youre gone
Gonna be a shadow on the sun
Someones gonna get you in the end
I would still be lovin you
Im not afraid , let your vision pull me through
And baby dont be so misunderstood
Baby its just one word after all
Baby you know Id be there if I could
Baby its just one word after all
And we can fall and we can fall
We can fall
(repeat last verse and fade out )
song performed by by Bee Gees
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In Love Ever-Lasting
Love cannot be a profitable
concept exploited for money
while true affection can come
into being through dedication
sacrificing various things for it
If a ‘beloved' does not require
anything from a claimant, love
is non-existent; only once we
know how much we gave for
something can we claim
True love; devotion, like trust
requires work to be immortal
spontaneous love for the sun
& people by showing conside-
ration, abounds like sand
Loyal love tested and purged
through experience is rare -
treasured by those seeking
wisdom and insight to live
in love ever-lasting
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A priest is no good
A knower is not a doer.
A doer is more than a knower.
A priest is only knower.
To seek truth, go to a doer.
22.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tactless...
He is tactless
and to punish himself
he reigns in the kingdom of silence
he is condemned not to Speak
but he finds a solution
to this predicament:
he writes
becoming friendly with the word,
he reaches for the other world
acquainted with the high spirits
someone who reads this
writes me one day that i owe her an explanation
i guess this is already an invasion.
i sign off. I fade, until i become
a blank space
she looks for me
not even a dot i am
it is the emptiness that remains
the most loyal friend
in the kingdom of silence
where i am alone but king
not really lonely
but perhaps lovely
and free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With Few Exceptions To Debate
Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!
I never wished my steps babied.
Like, maybe, some suspect!
I was raised to be responsible.
With a respect to protect.
I remember my mother saying...
'Care less what names you are called.
Do as I expect!
And that is all.'
My sisters and I were taught this,
From the time we could talk and crawl.
It was the kind of love that did not smother.
Or keep us sheltered,
Behind restricting walls.
There were expectations.
With few exceptions to debate.
Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!
But nothing has come to this man easy.
Oh, I've felt the queasies in my stomach.
And threw up more than I admit!
I've learned it takes effort to get around,
Those who have missions to knock me down.
To cripple my abilities to get up and stand.
But no clues do I give to tease.
In regards to that strength kept inside of me.
Nor who it is that I am...
That makes me stand tall,
With an arrogance that is grand!
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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Letting Things Be As They Should
Why can't people just know things?
Without the need,
To have others explore...
The depths of their experiences.
With proof that they too,
Have chanced upon such revelations.
If shared inducements have come to seduce,
Those of like minds.
It should be received without preconceptions.
Or applied digressive tests...
Empty of benefit.
And manifesting nothing given.
To lay at rest,
Profess confessions.
As defensive mechanisms.
With pretensions,
Eventually...
To be excused and withdrawn.
Knowing a hunger stays craved.
Time wasted moves on.
And does not linger for them,
Who lay awaiting in shadows...
For a piece to complete,
Desires yearned to be touched!
Wanted much but left to discretion.
To become repeated in a self deception.
Why can't people just know things?
Express them...
To find they are not alone.
Letting go.
Allowing someone to know...
What flows within,
Can and will be condoned.
If they left things to be shown.
To manifest connections on their own.
And be accepted...
In the reception of blessings.
To let things be as they should.
Without the interference of enticements...
Misunderstood by mixed signals sent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much Goes Unsaid
So much goes unsaid,
Between those sharing a relationship.
But uncommitted to communicate.
So much goes misunderstood.
As expectations,
Grow further distanced.
And a union isn't what it could be.
With a love professed...
Before a legalized ceremony,
Took affect to leave...
A hunt to trap a 'game' to seize.
To then do what one chooses to please.
So much goes unsaid,
Between those sharing a relationship.
But uncommitted to communicate.
So much goes misunderstood.
As expectations,
Grow further distanced.
And that which has been captured,
Seeks dishonesty...
With a taste for unfaithful sleaze.
And a union isn't what it could be.
With a love professed...
Before a legalized ceremony,
Took affect to leave...
A hunt to trap a 'game' to seize.
To then do what one chooses to please.
With a seeking that teases,
Discreet and decadent opportunities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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