Deeds Done For Others
Few have expectations,
To become an effective human.
Many are scavengers seeking to feed.
And deeds done for others,
Is the least of their activities.
Although the capability,
To implant these seeds are there to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Customized To Personalize
Those who take others for granted,
To advance their own 'advantages'...
With an effective slandering done.
And welcomed by others...
As if this feeding has become a feast.
Will not like what Mother Nature does.
When a return of these activities,
Are customized to personalize...
One's discreet and evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High
There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.
But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.
And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.
Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Is All That Matters
I don't have expectations to be loved.
I don't dwell on the reception of it!
I have have it.
I give it.
And it is there to share.
I don't have expectations to be loved.
I do expect to be respected.
I don't accept disrespect at all.
That is one thing,
I don't have.
To give.
And it is not here as a thought either.
I don't have expectations to be loved.
If it is returned as it is given...
That's it.
I have no other preferences,
With requirements.
Nor do I sit,
To question love one bit!
I know it!
And that is all that matters!
With or without,
Someone to share it with.
It will be there...
Inside and recognized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Docile to Your Profile
Protest against my ignorance,
If that is your wish.
In a vocalized persistence.
But if I refuse to swallow your decadence,
Taught to impede and limit my need...
To pursue success.
It seems to me there is some jealousy.
And you believe your point of view,
And way of life is best for you!
But I am not your pet.
I will bite and have no regrets.
Your hand does not feed,
Expectations I have for me.
Nor will I ever find...
Your oppression acceptible to respect.
I am seeking meat not a beast to feed me!
The others you will find more docile to your profile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scrutinized Under Spotlight
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
Many people are raised to believe,
The only reason they are here...
Is to eat, receive and to deceive.
And the ones not fitting these qualities,
Are highly suspected for seeking attention...
Until they are relieved,
From the giving of themselves willfully.
And at most times without compensation...
Suggested or received,
As a token of sincere acknowledgement.
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
And to be scrutinized under spotlight...
Is not the ambition of one of good deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember The 'Old' Days?
Remember the 'old' days,
When attempts were not made...
To manipulate legitimacy.
And people did deeds with merit,
To achieve their best to be correct.
With a doing of it without being tested,
By deceivers picking apart what had been done.
Just to prove they can devalue,
A quality of life for everyone.
Remember the 'old' days,
When expectations were raised high to reach?
Without a seeking them in gutters,
By those who had their druthers...
To share their findings with others.
Remember the 'old' days,
When people were not demanding...
Entitlements underserved.
Yet wanted them served in their opened hands.
Remember the 'old' days?
There are still many left who do.
With a yearning to earn what was given to them.
And respect and discipline was not forbidden then.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonderful Seeds
What does sprout from seeds?
The flowers might, but do not war with deeds.
Then a darling panting comes from the breathing space,
Wonders adjust the expenses of the body, and this is the case.
The seeds of wonderful nature collide with the wind
To sprint in the sand and loam, all agog, all dinned.
Such surprise! Such a soil of wonderment!
The seeds from seeds are springing into flowers and abandonment.
poem by Naveed Akram
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Accepting the Obvious
Denial has the capability,
To drag pity around...
In various unique places.
And with a standard of performance set,
Prepared to stir the heart.
Denial has the capability,
To remove truth from memory.
Excuse an alcoholic,
And supply any drug one wishes.
Denail has the capability,
To deceive oneself to hide the truth...
And live a life of lies.
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
'Thank you for your beautiful performance.
Yes...
Her death was premature and done by natural causes..
She was loved by millions.'
~Loving to hear her voice.
But...
How can anyone be blind to the fact,
She was killing it intentionally.~
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
But enjoys every detail of pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depleted Of Bonafide Tasks
The only ones appearing to be running afraid these days,
Are those seeking explanations...
Of their non-existing accountabilities.
To prove they are not incompetent.
Since continuing to masquerade with impressions to make,
Has not proven to anyone to be beneficial.
And those now demanding more than speeches without substance,
Accompanied with colorful graphs to depict scientific procedures...
Depleted of bonafide tasks,
Have asked...
'What has any of this to do with caps placed on funding?
And 'who' is responsible for not keeping our expectations,
Cost effective with our money disappearing fast.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much Like a Famine
The purpose and use for slander,
Is to defame one's character.
And effectively diminish one's character.
Usually done,
To enhance to doer!
Or to undo the deeds one does...
To defeat the success of activities,
Yet to be completed.
However...
This eventually has ill affects!
Since ambitions to destroy,
Spreads a slow decay.
Much like a famine...
Can feed an unsuspecting,
Epidemic.
That can be traced to its origin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Own eyes
I have my own eyes to see
I have my own scale to measure
I have my own value to rate
Do not comment on anything
That I am doing here
I have freedom I have obligation
I have ability I have capability
To face my own crisis
Do not interfere in my domestic activities
I have my own way to go
I have my own rod to stick up
I have my own opinion to give
And you are there to follow it.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Till The Land
till the land, till the land,
plant the seeds, pray for rain.
feed your cows and your pigs,
always stop to give thanks.
close to the earth, the seasons,
to your family, to your heart....
to your neighbors, to your friends, .
do your best, do your part.
till the land, till the land,
plant the seeds, pray for rain.
feed your cows and your chickens,
always stop to give thanks.
from generation to generation,
the traditions handed down.
take care of the land you work,
keep the wheel going 'round.
till the land, till the land,
plant the seeds, pray for rain.
feed your cows and your horses,
always stop to give thanks.
now the times have changed,
you're not needed anymore.
the bank's come to take away
all the things you've stood for.
till the land, till the land,
plant the seeds, pray for rain.
feed your cattle and your family,
always stop to give thanks.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sparse
Sparse.
But so effective.
Your trimmings,
And that masterful touch...
The one you do that means so much,
Than a smothering of promises...
Never to be delivered.
Sparse with an igniting of sparks,
Directed to implant within my heart...
With such a precise understanding.
You know me in a way,
I've grown to anticipate whatever it is you give!
You bring to me what it is I get.
And what I have to give is unmistakably yours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Waterfall
Churning.
Rushing.
Swirling.
Flowing.
Tumultuous
waters
flow down
the rocky
craggy
cliffs
seeking freedom.
Seeking peace.
Seeking release
from the chains that bind her.
She would cry
if she wasn't
already water.
Transparent
and flowing
amidst the
beat of the sun
on her body
and the chirping
of the birds
comforting her
with their tender song
in the sweet mountain air
that completely
envelops her.
Perhaps
the water
are her
many tears
as they flow
free
and
with abandon.
Tired of trying.
Tired of bondage.
Tired of who she needs to be.
Tired of the expectations.
She just longs to be free.
Pure.
Unrestrained by people's expectations
of who she needs to be.
She just wants to be herself.
A waterfall flowing,
but now with a new calm strength
that is soothed by the warmth
of unconditional acceptance
from the One who watches over her
and loves her
even when she cannot always
accept herself
or love herself.
poem by Julie A Smith
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The aesthetic of architecture has to be rooted in a broader idea about human activities like walking, relaxing and communicating. Architecture thinks about how these activities can be given added value.
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Are You Coming
Could it be someones telling lies
Or could it be that Im getting wise
Awoke myself from a nose-dive glide
I caught myself but youve lost all pride
Im not going with you
Wont you come on with me ?
See your world in a drift fly past
So good the feeling you want to last
Im not going with you
Would you come on with me ?
Im not here to watch day and night
Or to hear you drift out of life
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline
Feed you some good
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline
Feed you some (good)
Im worried for you
But you not for me
When everyones living
I know where youll be
If I should listen to your proposal
Put my future at your disposal
Promise me youll keep yourself clean
Cut yourself from your mid-day dream.
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline
Feed you some good
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline and
Feed you some good
song performed by by Madness
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Are You Coming With Me
Could it be someones telling lies
Or could it be that Im getting wise
Awoke myself from a nose-dive glide
I caught myself but youve lost all pride
Im not going with you
Wont you come on with me ?
See your world in a drift fly past
So good the feeling you want to last
Im not going with you
Would you come on with me ?
Im not here to watch day and night
Or to hear you drift out of life
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline
Feed you some good
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline
Feed you some (good)
Im worried for you
But you not for me
When everyones living
I know where youll be
If I should listen to your proposal
Put my future at your disposal
Promise me youll keep yourself clean
Cut yourself from your mid-day dream.
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline
Feed you some good
If I could wake you
A moment I would
Share you my lifeline and
Feed you some good
song performed by by Madness
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The American people should be informed about what kind of capability terrorists have inside the United States. They should be informed of why we are not using information to do a more effective job of dealing with terrorists.
quote by Bob Graham
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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