Deposits I Have Made
Deposits I have made,
Throughout the years...
Without expectations,
Of receiving a dividend.
Was not a reason,
Why I chose to bank my time.
There was a giving of it I needed to do.
And then one day it happened.
I became the recipient of interests,
God bestowed upon me...
From those deeds I deposited,
When my needs only God inspected...
To detect it was my time to receive,
Blessings.
Dedicated to:
Gracie Lewis and Family.
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Gracie.
You are such a positive force.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Diverted Tragedy
Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;
But Gracie dearly loved her doll,
An' played wiv it on the winder-sill
'Way up-stairs, when she ought to _not_,
An' her muvver _telled_ her so an' all;
But she won't _mind_ what _she_ say--till,
First thing she know, her dolly fall
Clean spang out o' the winder plumb
Into the street! An' here Grace come
Down-stairs, two at a time, ist wild
An' a-screamin', 'Oh, my child! my child!'
Jule wuz a-bringin' their basket o' clo'es
Ist then into their hall down there,--
An' she ist stop' when Gracie bawl,
An' Jule she say 'She ist declare
She's ist in time!' An' what you s'pose?
She sets her basket down in the hall,
An' wite on top o' the snowy clo'es
Wuz Gracie's dolly a-layin' there
An' ist ain't bu'st ner hurt a-tall!
Nen Gracie smiled--ist _sobbed_ an' smiled--
An' cried, 'My child! my precious child!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A Letter From Home
On the September road
I was driving alone
Listening to my favourite band
The Ramones
You were taking pictures
Of your toes
Because on them it was written
'This is how life goes'
The Only Exception by Paramore
Was your favourite song
Every time you heard it
You would always sing along
Blue sky, bright sunshine
You always loved the summer
I said 'i love you' for the first time at the beach
I wish i told you sooner
Gracie is 6 now
She's our little angel
Her grades are good
She's in a great level
I can't believe 6 years have pasted since you left
I miss you so much
I wish you were here
So i can feel your touch
Everyday, i put your perfume in my pillow
To stop hurting, it only makes it worse
But i can't resist it
I keep going through the same course
One night, you appeared to me in a dream
Saying i need to move on for Gracie's sake
She needs a present father
I need to dive in the reality lake
You were right
I need to focus more on Gracie now
She's my treasure
Without a doubt
Thank you Emily
Once again you showed me the right way
To achieve grief and happiness
Sorry for the delay
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The Sweetness of the Fruit You Taste
Much continued happiness and blessings!
May success always be welcomed
To cross your threshold.
Without hesitation.
As long as you maintain
To remain who you are,
Your glow shines brighter than any witnessed star!
You started on a path that has taken you quite far.
And the sweetness of the fruit you taste...
Has to feel as glorious to savor,
As the juice you dare not waste!
Letting you shine with accomplishments,
Like a heart like yours creates!
Happiness always to you is due...
As you reflect upon your struggles,
Giving you reason to celebrate!
Inspired and Dedicated to:
Nicki Mathis and her many years
of supporting the performing arts
through her 'baby'
'The Many Colors of a Woman, Inc.'
Hartford, Connecticut
Celebrating the 20th year in presenting
the musical talents of women of color!
'Congratulations, Nicki'
Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let God Do the Driving
There is so much to receive...
If we let go and accept!
If we let God do the driving...
As we sit back and reflect.
Scenes we had not seen before,
Appear to clear our eyes.
If we become passengers...
On this ride and let God drive.
There is so much to receive...
If we let go and accept!
Isn't it time we get off bumpy roads?
Isn't it time we understand...
The vision of God is best!
Inspired by:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Maurice.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When One Is Thought To Be Kept Back
I had a professor who once stated,
In a humanities class...
I had attended years ago.
And...
That comment remains,
As an observation wherever I go!
'There are two who are kept at a disadvantage,
When one is thought to be kept back!
The one that is obviously being consciously held,
From advancement.
And the one too ignorant to tell,
What is the benefit being received from this...
In the keeping of others from attempting to excell? '
And I continue to think about this,
As today I witness...
The activities of those,
Who are clearly ludicrous...
As they look down upon others,
With turned up noses.
And this shows in a land,
Where great achievements have been made.
Only to smell of the origins from a gutter kept,
That has been actively dispelled...
At an accepting low grade,
Could keep people believing...
Some are chosen to deceive,
To have it made as they do as they please.
Dedicated to:
Dr. John Rodgers
Professor of African Studies and Humanities
And taught both at Greather Hartford Community College
Today known as Capital Community College
Downtown Hartford, Connecticut.
And...The University of Hartford.
Now deceased but Dr. Rodgers,
And his teachings remain 'timeless'.
'Thank you, Dr. Rodgers.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Me Factor
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
We are often told how selfish it is,
To think of oneself and how that is negative.
It is said 'to give' is better than 'to receive'.
Although in doing so...
Receiving for some is difficult to show!
Giving to give and thinking nothing of themselves...
Are many who live who believe 'to give' is positive!
And yes it is an act of unselfishness.
But many are living and not receiving proper rest!
And living to receive with a 'me' factor conceived,
Is the one thing they detest.
In this giving to receive cycle some suggest!
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brains, integrity, and force may be all very well, but what you need today is Charm. Go ahead and work on your economic programs if you want to, I'll develop my radio personality.
quote by Gracie Allen
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You Are 'Bestowed' the Blessings
Remember this...
To you are bestowed the blessings.
Gifts given to which through you flow.
Those blessings are for you to share.
Your presence 'is' a blessing.
However...
Your wish to be worshipped,
As if you are The Creator...
Of the light that glows.
Is not the way it works.
Or the way it goes.
To you are 'bestowed' the blessings.
The Creator provides,
Those blessings to be bestowed.
The Creator,
Provides...
Those blessings,
To be bestowed.
Remember this...
You are 'bestowed' the blessings.
To assist.
Not create to provide.
Many get this twisted.
To stir up for themselves,
Endless conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wedded Bliss at Christmas Time
Irony of Ironies there is wedded bliss
The time of giving and receiving
The time to see the down-troddened, the disenfranchised
Opening presents with gleefulness
Bringing change to family systems
Whoa what a christmas
Enveloping riches, embracing harmony
Loving, hating, giving, receiving
Oh Irony of Irony
Lets celebrate the day withe gladness and joy
Gratitude and mercy
Finding unity in our family of choice
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Women's League Day Care Center
My early lessons taught,
Were delivered...
At the Women's League Day Care Center,
In Hartford, Connecticut.
I had to have been all of two,
Or maybe 3 years old...
When I first began the beginning,
Of an aware consciousness.
I though my mother was giving me away!
And I was quick to show everyone,
Within listening distance...
I didn't like it at all!
I remember Mrs. Hines!
And the wrought iron encased stairsteps,
To the dismal West Avon Street joint.
Right off of Main Street.
A stone's throw...
From Bellevue Square.
A tenement project,
I loved and hated equally.
OH!
I forgot.
This is a poem.
Not a Declaration of Independence.
Well,
Anyway...
The Women's League Daycare Center,
Was extremely significant in my growth process.
I didn't realize it,
Until I was well into my 20's...
What a gift, my sister Mimmie and I, were given.
Gee...
That was back in either 1949 or '50!
And Mim and her husband AL,
Are GRANDPARENTS.
You know...
My mother 'always' told us,
God works in mysterious ways.
And to this day,
I'd like to know...
How my niece, Shayla
And my nephew, Landry...
My sisters Tammy and Lisa,
Get to be...
So much 'older' than me?
Do we 'not' share the same genes?
OH!
This could go on and on.
I feel it!
Dedicated:
To the Women's League Day Care Center,
a name I knew it as for 'many' years.
Located in Hartford, Connecticut.
'Probably the first day care center established,
in the country. Who knows? I'm a writer/poet...
not an historian.
Although, I'm beginning to feel like a dinosaur.
A youthful one, I might add.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reminding Me of My Blessings
Thank you for reminding me,
Of my blessings.
Thank you for stopping,
My flow of complaints.
And restraining me...
When they came to contain with anger,
I felt!
God is in my life.
There to make things right for me!
What more could I ask for?
When so many aren't sure...
With questions that confuse!
I have no barriars...
I can not without Him,
Remove!
Thank you for reminding me...
Of 'What' and 'Who' I have chosen,
To choose!
And allowing myself to become upset,
By 'things' I can refuse!
Dedicated to:
Gary Gamble
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thanking you, Gary...for walking away
and leaving me with that thought today! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth...That Is!
This may not be obvious.
But those who suffer from the perpetuation,
Of hate...
Are themselves victimized,
By applying their own self hatred.
I,
Myself...
Can become quite annoyed,
When I hear someone call for 'unity'!
As divisive as my statement can be.
And maybe it is the definition,
That bothers me.
Especially when I hear someone,
Speak derogatively...
About someone who does proactive deeds.
In their own community.
And is criticized...
By either family, friends or close associates,
For those positive activities.
And seem to attract,
A combative group of distractors.
And I know I am not the only one...
To observe this to be true.
It's just that no one seems to want to confront it!
The truth...
That is!
'You refer to Israel and Hamas? '
Not directly!
I do not have to single out the Middle East.
Or East, L.A.
Sudan or Hartford, Connecticut.
People are foolishly territorial.
Living on one planet...
Everyone 'consciously' calls home!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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1647
They were burned.
Long before the Salem ones.
In Hartford, Connecticut,
This was done.
It was told to everyone,
That they were evil.
And in 1647...
They were burned at the stake.
But their souls went to heaven.
And somehow this crime,
Has not lifted from those...
Who refuse to raise their unconscious minds.
And left behind the times,
Are those confined...
In beliefs a depiction of wickedness,
Sits within those who oppose
Such medieval controlling of thinking minds,
Still beset with religious practices...
And keeping themselves,
Enclosed in lost times.
Enforced to keep...
Themselves in divisions as all weep!
As this 'cloud' surrounds their growth,
And creeps!
Deep in the bosoms,
Of their restless ancestors.
NOTE:
Although it has never been proven that witches
were actually burned first in Hartford, prior to those
claimed to be so and burned in Salem, Massachusetts...
It has been revealed that this possibility did, in fact occur.
According to The Witchcraft Delusion in Colonial Connecticut
(1647-1697) as authored by John M. Taylor (John Metcalf) ,1845-1918.
And published by Project Gutenberg.
He states:
FOREWORD The true story of witchcraft in old Connecticut has never been told. It has been hidden in the ancient records and in manuscripts in private collections, and those most conversant with the facts have not made them known, for one reason or another. It is herein written from authoritative sources, and should prove of interest and value as a present-day interpretation of that strange delusion, which for a half century darkened the lives of the forefathers and foremothers of the colonial days. J.M.T. Hartford, Connecticut.
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A platform is something a candidate stands for and the voters fall for. … I’m having my platform run up by a movie set designer, so it will be very impressive from the front, but not too permanent. After all, there’s no sense putting a lot of time and thought into something you’ll have no use for after you’re elected.
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When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
quote by Gracie Allen
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The President of today is just the postage stamp of tomorrow.
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When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half.
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No One Benefits Or Receives
Why is it that a certain class of people,
Feel they can free themselves...
From committing the most horrendous deeds,
To excuse what is done...
At the taxpayers expense,
To get them much needed mental therapy?
And for a dime bag of nature grown weed,
Others not in this class...
Picked as felons,
And depicted to be on the wrong paths...
Are given sentences with time to sit in prisons,
To be rehabilitated back into a dysfunctional society.
Why is it that a certain class of people,
Feel they can free themselves...
From committing the most horrendous deeds,
To excuse what is done...
At the taxpayers expense,
To get them much needed mental therapy?
When a swift kick where they sit,
And done in public...
Would end such exorbitant fees,
No one benefits or receives...
As a return to retrieve a dividend.
But expected is a giving of a forgiveness.
And anyone with a consciousness witnessing this,
Knows this is a bunch of...
'Of What?
You didn't finish it.'
Use your imagination.
Do you really think I have to?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Count It All As Joy
Count it all as joy!
Even the pain of living,
You believe has increased...
Can and will cease to be.
If the grip you hold.
Loosens to let grief go!
And,
That is okay...
If it goes away.
It is not meant to stay,
To have you in despair that way!
Count it all as joy!
If you did not experience sorrow,
How would you recognize happiness?
Count it all as joy!
If you did not know struggle...
Or a burden to bear.
How would you know a gladness,
That appeared in your heart to share?
Count it all as joy!
If you did not know loss,
And the agony connected.
How can you appreciate...
A peace of mind and reflect it?
Count it all as joy!
Even those rough times,
Appearing along your path...
Aren't there to paralyze you,
As obstacles in your view.
To subdue there to last!
Count it all as joy!
Trial and tribulations?
Even take 'them' and celebrate.
You are awaiting,
To be showered with treasures.
Know it and keep 'that' to anticipate.
Count it ALL as joy!
Maintain a steadfastness in your praises.
To God...
And do not for a moment,
Contemplate a doubt in hesitation.
God prepares every wish to be delivered.
Know you are blessed,
With each test you receive!
Perceiving 'this' as it is!
Depend on this.
And count it all as joy.
Dedicated:
Mrs. Eula Shamberger
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Eula.
This has been the first time I have been inspired
to begin and finish a composition in the presence
of the person who provided that inspiration!
We both were there in your office January 29th 2008
when you said 'Count It All As Joy'. And I could not
leave until this 'poem' was completed in its entirety!
THAT has never happened to me before. This was
indeed a message...a blessing! And I am very grateful! '
Lawrence
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