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Die Hard Ignorites

So accustomed they were,
To ruining the lives of the doers.
With the making of false claims.
And doing their best,
To dismantle goals of good deeds...
And achievable gains to aim.
They the people grew to know no shame at all...
Or have no concern about their future.
These folks were die hard ignorites!
With a teaching done that taught them,
To fight amongst themselves.
And that was done with tremendous success.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success is about enjoying what you have and where you are, while pursuing achievable goals.

quote by Bo Bennett
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The Slipping of Meet Notes

Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!

Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!

In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somebody, Somewhere Claims To Have Proof

Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.

Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.

Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Where is it?
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Does it exist?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.

Can a duck pass as a pheasant?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof.
But...
Where is it revealed?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof,
Kept hidden and concealed.
Yet...
Somebody, somewhere confuses truth,
That those who 'Do' are not the losers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each of us has plans

Each of us has plans
and dreams and goals,
but fate takes its toll
and our lives are controlled
by our inabilities.

Still each one’s potential
lies just below the surface
and success is just
around the corner.

There’s always something wrong
or a crisis or something that breaks
or words and deeds
that embarrasses us
and still success is so near
that we can taste it.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Oh My What A Shame

They were married in the old church yard
and they promised to be true to each other
no matter how hard their lives might be
but like meteors that fell through moments parallel
they were soon to cross and on different plots of earth
they both did fall
Though their lives had really not been hard at all
Oh my, what a shame no one's to blame
it just happened that way and there is nothing you can say
when two people say good-bye
Oh my
Two brothers promised they'd return
when the war that they were fighting was over
but only one lived to keep his vow
and the story I was told said he lived to be quite old
before time won out, someone asked if he knew what they both
fought for, but he could not recall he'd ever been to war
Oh my, what a shame no one's to blame
it just happened that way and there is nothing you can say
when two people say good-bye
Oh my
For there's nothing you can say when it's over
And there's nothing you can do when it's done
there's no battle you can win
and there's nothing to begin that's not begun
In this moment, I recall your face and I wonder if you still
think about me, occasionally I still think of you
and I watch the river flow and I know I must let go
but it's oh so hard for the waves are all around my small canoe
I had always hoped this boat could carry two
Oh my, what a shame no one's to blame
it just happened that way and there is nothing you can say
when two people say good-bye
Oh my

song performed by by Don McLean
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Crowded With Lies

Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.

Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.

A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.

Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.

Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.

And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.

Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.

Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.

Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.

And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!

But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.

People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Good Fight

By: jimmy buffett, j.d. souther
1980
To muhammed ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment
They talk about their women too much
The women got em so confused
They dont talk about their lives as such
My life is all I got to lose
You take it with a grain of salt
And laugh at the complexities
Theyre good at pickin all the faults
I keep laughin so they dont pick me
Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
Id never know if I was wrong or right
But thats just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight
The telephone begins to ring
That could only be one call
I might as well be on the moon
Standin in the shower stall
Cant believe she picked it up
She didnt know the rules somehow
Then I hear her say hello (hello)
Panic in the grey room now
Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
Shed kill me whether I was wrong or right
Thats just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight
You never know until you try
Its hard to see the side youre on
Some people say Im halfway here
Some people say Im halfway gone
Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
Id never know if I was wrong or right
But thats just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight
All I want is just a good fight
Good fight
Yes its got to be a good fight
Good fight

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Wishing Well

A well of good water confidently acquires blessings,
From authority of most high, the exact manufacturer;
In this present hour the legionaries attain new goals,
Good wishes are sent to the awed and the awkward.
You describe a felony to a man of confident attitude,
And he withdraws from his own well to spoil one.
The waters of the energetic variety connect with each other,
Forming pools small and big as well, to concern us all.
Let wishful people continue with their blessings,
Actuating their promises for all who speak of gains.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Gloating Upon Floating Egos

Bloated from the excessive stroking,
Performed by those gloating upon floating egos.
And unknown are they impressed along the way,
They have been used as tokens, pawns and jokes.

A method used to sustain influence.
And a hopeful maintaining of those stolen gains.
Just to keep one's name buzzing amongst the mix.
And glistening to sparkle with a false integrity.

Kept as a top ten winner to deceive!
No matter the depth of the sleaze known,
By the ones considered to be common folks...
Who have grown accustomed to seeing plastic smiles.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect That Other Person

Respect that other person he doesn't disrespect you
He search for the path to success the hard road he's been through
You may feel his best not good enough but at least he's game to try
There's more to life far more to life than me, myself and I.

Don't begrudge that other person some respect to him show
He may not be a great success but at least he has a go
Before the child takes his first steps he has to learn to crawl
And on the uphill climb through life one can expect to fall.

Respect that other person he's a good sort of man
To make a success of his life he does the best he can
He works hard for his children and he's faithful to his wife
And he deserve some credit for making the most of life

Respect that other person for some respect he is due
For if you do not respect others, others will not respect you
He works hard for his family and he doesn't draw easy pay
And he is one who lives life in the good and honest way.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Success has no I

Those who feel that personal success is the ultimate goal
Shallow is their pool
Success is a requirement for all who attain life on this earth
True success only comes when you have helped others
Reach their goals, successes, and roles

When all you care about are your own goals, nobody around you grows
You become shallow the deeper you go, until you have
Buried yourself in your own success and drowned yourself with nothingness

You may eventually reach your goals of success but
Beware, for you have allowed none to help or assist
To brag to one who knows not the road is pompous and brash, the sign of an ass

Those who remain to hear of your rules and reigns are
The few who enjoy the entertainment and delight of one who gives off no light

All should delight in their plight,
If they continue towards success with an army of leaders, helpers and soldiers
Driving them, helping them, and protecting them from the rest
In the end not one rules and reigns
All rule, reign, and act as a light for the rest to continue their flight

Success has no I…no matter how hard you try

poem by Jeff Rushton
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The reason most people never reach their goals is that they don't define them, or ever seriously consider them as believable or achievable. Winners can tell you where they are going, what they plan to do along the way, and who will be sharing the adventure with them.

quote by Denis Watley
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That Face You Wear Looked Better

What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And that man you snuck around with...
That gave me the evil eye.
And I tried to warn you...
He would bring you shame.
And make false claims.

What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And all I wanted was to share our happiness.
It looks as if he took that too.
Remember when I said,
I was too good and true
When you lost your treasures...
Did he with your truth,
Pack up to leave too?
You should have seen it coming...
Like the things you pursued.

What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And that man you snuck around with...
That gave me the evil eye.
And I tried to warn you...
He would bring you shame.
And make false claims.

What has happened to your world,
Girl?
That face you wear looked better...
When your eyes were on me!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Spirit Of Crazy Horse

This world is of me
And I am of it
It makes me who I am
What I must be
The birds fly freely
They are my family
Teaching freedom
The bear and buffalo - my family
Teaching strength, endurance
The beaver and tortoise - my family
Teaching perseverance, patience
The wolf - my family
Teaching loyalty, friendship
The fox - my family
Teaching wisdom, insight
The air - my breath
The river - my blood
The grass - my bed
The starry night - my blanket
To remove any piece of this
Diminishes me
Suffocates me
Destroys me
When I fight
Not only for my people but my family
To die fighting is the way of my family
To resist servitude until my death is honorable
The time of resistance is now
To fight or be broken
To stand tall - not to crawl
The day my breath joins the wind will be a good day.

poem by Claude H Oliver II
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We kinda look at this as the second or third chapter of our lives. After college, most people figure out what they want to do with their lives. But we already know what we want to do in the future and that is to continue to further our business goals.

quote by Mary-Kate Olsen
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Taught and Never Misunderstood

My parents encouraged
My sisters and me
To be who we are.
To see our lives the way it was seen,
From our individual visions!
Without illusions...
Yet kept with dreams!

However...
That did not mean that we stopped
To fight amongst ourselves,
For things we did not produce!
Especially if they were providing the feast,
And we had yet to pay our dues!

They were unique,
In teaching us how to appreciate
Lives with free air...
And treats to eat without a dime invested!

That has been a sobering message.
Taught and never misunderstood!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nurture Dreams

To grow, nurture dreams
Convert dreams into desires
Desires set the goals
Goals may be distant
Hard work brings distant goals closer
Determination converts them into success
Success further ignites the fire to dream
And once again the dreams become the desires

Alok Katdare
Navi Mumbai, India
January 22,2008

poem by Alok Katdare
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The Minds of Those Like These

The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.

Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.

Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.

Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.

The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.

And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.

Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.

It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.

Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Familiar Stitch

There are people everyday,
Who make false claims.
Putting the blame for something done,
On someone else.
To then pretend their complete innocence.

A pattern develops.
And this is witnessed.
With false claims made to damage others...
Eventually admitted.
After a pattern sewn...
Shows a too familiar stitch!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts Enacted

Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
And they may be relatives.
Or 'close' friends to suspect.

When one does things that are made public...
No matter who they are,
They will be scrutinized.
And flooded with advice and suggestions to test!

Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
Especially those who have expressed their concerns.
They are the ones often scandalized.
With a receiving of a 'burning'
For their good deeds in return.

And the evidence of that...
Becomes evident,
With the witnessing of those facts enacted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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