Despite Rolling Eyes
Strong!
Confident.
Self-assured.
Endures setbacks,
With faith and dignity applied.
Relies on God...
To assist the dismissal
Of inner struggles,
Disguised
No one can describe,
From a depth inside.
And not afraid at all...
To admit
Sometimes there are conflicts and flaws!
And yet...
Beset by criticisms one gets.
In silence one accepts this!
Taught that it takes...
Heartaches carried with heartbreaks!
And despite criticisms and rolling eyes...
A success rewarded will materialize.
If one seeks to meet challenges,
Without the shallowness of whines and cries!
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For The One Who Knows That Road They Chose
The pursuit of dreams,
And not chase things...
Is to grow to know,
The power of one's faith.
And the sacrifice it takes...
To remain true to self.
With a healing done in recovery...
From weeding out those criticisms,
That create heartache.
It isn't easy to reach,
For that which others do not see.
It isn't easy to materialize,
What one visualizes from inside.
Keeping a stiff upper lip.
And the biting of one's tongue...
Often results,
In the doing of what needs to be done...
For the one who knows that road they chose!
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I mean, the part you don't like, I mean, that's the only part. That's the part no one likes, and that is the criticisms, and the unfair criticisms, I might add, of my husband. But that's also just a fact of life in politics.
quote by Laura Bush
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Be Relieved
Be relieved.
At least those criticisms,
Once directed to you...
Will not be as severe.
And...
You can become more antagonizing,
Than ever before.
But...
With less scrutiny face,
To defend against.
In fact...
You are in a greater position now,
Than you were before.
Be relieved.
At least those criticisms,
Once directed to you...
Will not be as severe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Less Than Sweat With Stress
An effort made is rewarded,
After a stumbling comes...
And has been done,
It seems for some.
One who has seen and known failure,
Prevails.
With dreams revealed,
Eventually after being demeaned.
Regardless of who assails those aspirations.
To inflict havoc upon one's dreams.
Methods to achieve success,
Are not sketched in notepads...
In strategic steps to produce happiness.
Nothing less than sweat with stress...
Can one say,
Has paved the way...
To those dreams one realizes,
That come to materialize one day.
Effort is rewarded,
After a stumbling comes...
And has been done,
It seems for some.
And nothing less than sweat with stress...
Can one say,
Has paved the way!
And materializes after initiative has been applied.
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Flaws Faced
Traumatic its revelation.
Self evaluation.
There and undenied...
Are flaws faced,
Blemishes accepted...
No longer can I hide,
With a wish to replace.
And from out of darkness,
Is my existence...
Lifted from conflict.
And instead of running away from criticisms...
There is a welcoming that assists,
To further as I correct...
A more defining happiness!
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Nit and Picked Too Long
My love for you is gone.
You nit and picked too long.
Your criticisms wrong.
I did not feel belonged.
My love for you is gone!
You nit and picked too long.
Your criticisms wrong.
I did not feel belonged.
Absent was a benefit.
Every time you threw a fit.
And your tongue was acid lit.
Driving me to split,
And seek calm.
You nit and picked too long.
Your criticisms wrong.
I did not feel belonged.
Driving me to split,
And seek calm.
I'm done with it and gone.
You nit and picked too long.
You nit and picked too long
I'm done with you and it,
And now I'm gone.
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Close By But In Disguise
Have you ever been admonished,
By what some say?
Have you ever been astonished,
By what you believed would go away?
Did you ever take offense,
By criticisms meant...
Just to see you get a 'rise',
By adversity close by.
But in disguise...
Hiding.
Have you ever been incensed,
By directed wickedness?
Have you ever tried to vent...
But received discouragement.
Did you ever stop to think,
You drive yourself to the brink...
By those who wish this seen.
Did you ever take offense,
By criticisms meant...
Just to see you get a 'rise',
By adversity close by.
But in disguise...
Hiding.
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Faith Restricted
So glad am I faith restricted my attempts...
To take tempting shortcuts,
Around those obstacles I did not want to face.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
So glad it was not stubbornness but insight...
That shown as if a beacon bright,
On my path and journey.
Those doubts that appeared disappeared quickly.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
So glad am I to have been open to criticisms.
And not afraid to stumble and quit.
With an ego driven into embarrassment.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
So glad it was not stubbornness but insight...
That shown as if a beacon bright,
On my path and journey.
Those doubts that appeared disappeared quickly.
So glad am I,
To have been faith restricted.
Having it strong and blessed with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bumps and Bruises
If one wishes to build a home,
But does not command the expertise...
An architect is consulted.
If expenses are there.
And a success one seeks...
Has a better chance,
To achieve completion!
Although one may decide,
To do everything that needs to be done.
The process is much slower.
But a wealth of knowledge is obtained!
If one without experience wishes to drive,
Lessons are learned...
And if one survives through impatience,
That wish to drive is a dream that comes alive.
However,
If one wants to write, skydive or fly a kite...
That has to be done.
Although I admit,
There are some lessons that may come.
Like having an accident...
Makes one a better driver, a skydiver or a kite flyer!
If one survives the humiliation,
Of those observing attempts made of one,
Not yet at one's best!
And one is not yet attempting to win first place,
Upon entering one's initial race or contest!
And getting better at it will come,
If desire over-rides any criticisms heard!
To allow feelings to mend.
Once bandages are removed!
And 'that' experience one needs then begins!
With some bumps and bruises remembered.
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Putting The 'Who' In You
Removing the 'I don't know'...
And putting the 'who' in 'you',
Makes a difference when appreciating
One's life!
With dignity and respect.
It creates an accountability,
That affords decisions made.
And accepting opinions made by others...
Who may not understand the 'who' you are,
Inside and within first you command!
It removes indeciveness and abilities to excuse.
You begin to see that done with others,
And 'that' being done by them...
You simply refuse!
Knowing 'who' you are without neglect,
Makes criticisms of others done...
Allows and gives you a reason to recieve,
An openness for you
That becomes more circumspect!
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Criticisms Quick To Share
From one side of an open mouth,
Accustomed to judging...
With criticisms quick to share,
One is heard to deliver...
'Holier-than-thou' statements,
To use from sources to inflict...
Upon others their knowledge.
But an absence of it seen,
Conflicts with that which departs from their lips.
And...
From the other side of this mouth open wide,
It is confided to anyone within listening distance...
How one finds it difficult to go through the day,
Without being medicated or in a 'toasted' way...
To enhance one's feeling of devoted faith kept.
With a solid belief one makes sure is always on,
In a public display that is flawless.
And fresh from a stupor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Afraid
be afraid of the things that you see
and does nothing for you
be afraid of those who appear like
the people that you meet
for they may not be the way they seem
to be
be afraid of those that shake your hands
for they may have other plans
be afraid when you do not fear
something so harmful maybe near
be afraid of almost everything &
when all the fear is spent when things are over
be strong and confident be another lover forever
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With A Push Afoot
Stampeded in a heated field,
And crushed by one's beliefs.
Eventually has shown to those,
A strong faith kept succeeds.
And...
Lessons taught,
Once hard to face...
Surfaces to show,
A Sunrise seen exposes...
Truth is not disposable.
Those burdens carried on one's back,
Fall off like a stunned rat trapped.
Stampeded in a heated field,
And crushed by one's beliefs.
Eventually has shown to those,
A strong faith kept succeeds.
And...
Lessons taught,
Once hard to face...
No longer face defeat.
With a push afoot,
All stampedes ceases.
All input,
Seeks honesty.
With a push afoot,
All stampedes ceases.
All input,
Seeks honesty.
Stampeded in a heated field,
And crushed by one's beliefs.
Eventually has shown to those,
A strong faith kept succeeds.
With a push afoot,
All stampedes ceases.
All input,
Seeks honesty.
With a push afoot,
All stampedes ceases.
All input,
Seeks honesty.
And...
Lessons taught,
Once hard to face...
No longer face defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About Us And About Them
we busy for some noble purpose
for instance, i teach and you travel visiting places
where you are needed, as i continue on
burning the fires
of students who want to learn more
as i guide them where legal wisdom lies
in between those wits
and slides of humor
where we finally meet on the serious challenges
of criticisms: what society ought to be? who the leaders must be?
where progress is? what trees can do for this aging earth?
etcetera etcetera
we are angry
for those who search personal pleasures on Sundays
the cock-fighters shouting at the cockpit
the picnickers drunk on the beach
the rumormongers enjoying the headlines of the town
who are pregnant without getting married
who are impoverished by their convictions
they are those that thrive
we are those endangered species
and we are meant to perish
we blame no one then
as we meet again and be so silent.
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Thats How Heartaches Are Made
(halley / raleigh)
(thats how heartaches are made)
(thats how heartaches are made)
They told me I was such a fool to love you
They say that youre the kind whod never be true
Pretty soon the day would come
When Id be the sorry one
But I said that Im not afraid, well
Thats how heartaches are made
Thats how heartaches are made
I went ahead and my heart opened the door
I gave you so much love no-one could want more
You pretended to be mine
How could you be so unkind?
With all the other girls you played, well
Thats how heartaches are made
Thats how heartaches are made
Thats how heartaches are made
Thats how heartaches are made
I know youre not sincere
And youll never be
But still I want your kisses so desperately
I can never let you go
Baby, you know I know
Every rule of love you disobeyed, well
Thats how heartaches are made
Thats how heartaches are made
Thats how heartcahes are made
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Choose to Dance In Sunlight
Choose to dance in sunlight,
And refuse the clouds
That appear on your path!
Don't ask 'why? '
Just do it!
And get through your struggles!
God did not start you on this journey
To seek gloom and sorrow!
That was your wish...
When you decided to look away from Him!
And you keep doing it again and again
AND again!
What are you attempting to win?
More heartache?
More sadness?
More disappointing setbacks carried within?
Choose to dance in sunlight,
And refuse the clouds
That appear on your path!
Don't ask 'why? '
Just do it!
And get through your struggles!
God did not start you on this journey
To seek gloom and sorrow!
That was your wish...
When you decided to look away from Him!
And you keep doing it again and again
AND again!
What are you attempting to win?
More heartache?
More sadness?
More disappointing setbacks carried within?
You can do that if you wish.
But life for you is not meant to be lived like this!
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From Behind The Shadows Of Others
How do I recognize a demonic influence?
It demands to interfere with one's peace of mind...
With an annoyance kept.
Seeking to be understood.
And trying to convince that an interpretation of life,
From behind the shadows of others easily influenced...
Is the rule to be followed.
And seeks to whisper doubts and curious conflicts,
In one ear to confuse with fear and procrastination.
And insists it does...
With criticisms directed and made,
Towards others not tolerating this nonsense.
With a spreading of lies to isolate and defame.
Especially those...
On a path taken and chosen with experience to clear,
Familiarized debris...
That tries to prevent a consciousness,
Already introduced to truth!
And those demonically influenced,
Are deceivers of truth...
And anything remotely connected,
With an attached understanding of it.
One demonic wishes to stick,
With a sweetness that delays.
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Sorry To Disappoint
Would you rather that I'd be bent and twisted?
Raging in fits.
Unable to handle the slide and dip,
Of my quality of life?
That's not the way I choose to live.
Or the outlook of my life I would like!
Not me.
And if I felt that way...
You wouldn't see it!
My eyes have been wide open too long.
The steps I've taken have been calculated,
To confront and not ignore impossible obstacles.
And finding them more feared!
Each time I got near them.
Until I removed doubt and replaced that with faith!
I'm not good at faking defeat or submission.
After tasting humiliation a few times,
And realizing that strengthened my mind...
I began to welcome challenges!
With criticisms and judgements passed.
Relying on luck is not the way I live.
I've learned to trust myself.
And keep my mouth shut...
Around others who wish to describe every pain they have,
Without a word of gratitude expressed...
For anything or anyone!
Would you rather that I'd be bent and twisted?
Raging in fits.
Unable to handle the slide and dip,
Of my quality of life?
Sorry to disappoint.
But none of your opinions,
Or other shared thoughts...
Are on my agenda!
Right now.
But who knows?
Things do change,
And rearrange themselves over time...
When a mind can become absent of consciousness.
I recommend and suggest,
You become less preoccupied with a mental diminishing
That seems to keep you attracted.
None of us are above being snapped or cracked.
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I Do Admit This
I must admit,
I've gone through several personality shifts...
During my lifetime.
Finding those adjustments not so easy to take.
But glad that God took the time with me,
To make those growth periods...
Ones I now appreciate.
I must admit,
I've had great teachers.
Several I did not meet in classrooms either.
I've had close relationships with those,
Who taught me lessons to keep.
I must admit,
I miss my grandparents and parents.
Ex-wives and tight friends who in my life,
And in my mind....
Will always exist.
It seems those who were most interested in me,
Are gone.
And for some reason what they taught,
Has left me powerfully strong.
And I do admit this...
So much of their presence lives within me.
I feel them surrounding me constantly.
Whether this is memory or actual occurrence.
I must admit,
They've assisted in my endurance.
Leaving me to know I am blessed!
And admitting to myself,
What they have left has allowed my happiness.
I would not be able to live,
Without this admitted.
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If You Are Not Feeling It
Do you have it in yourself to achieve?
Are you bothered by listening and discipline?
Does either one of them or both...
Make you cringe?
Especially when someone experienced,
Tells you over and over again...
Those are the two key elements to success.
And you regard criticisms, advice and suggestions...
As being offensive to your sensitivities?
Plus you rather socialize than to sacrifice your time,
To do anything that prioritizes...
What you claim to have love and interest to do.
And there is no loyalty or devotion applied?
Where is your passion?
Do 'I' think you have it in yourself to achieve?
That's the question you did ask me,
Right?
Well...
You have none of that of which I just mentioned.
Was that a trick question?
Or did you just want to see me laugh?
And why would you ask me,
A question like that in the first place?
If you are not feeling it...
What makes you believe that I can feel 'that',
Coming from you?
Stop seeking attention.
Stop seeking acceptance.
Start...
Believing in yourself and your abilities,
And you will never have to ask me...
Or anyone else,
A question like that again.
Now get out of my face.
You're wasting 'my' time.
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