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Beyond my suspicions,
You may live a devoted life.
With a loyalty unquestioned.
But the way you approached me,
As if there is a need you seek fulfilled...
Leaves my thought of you as one out,
For one purpose.
And that's for a cheap thrill.
My motivations are directed to other areas.

I hear your words.
And you may with me wish to communicate.
But eye contact you have yet to make.
I did not think suggesting it from you,
Would offend.
No!
You haven't bothered to ask my name.
Why should I begin a conversation,
Discussing sizes of anything?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Moment

Moody?
Yes.
But never ungrateful.
I say what I mean...
To the ones I want to hear it!
I'm not like many who backstab and grin...
With phony agendas they can't wait to begin.
If something I've done and said
Is directed to the one that it is delivered...
There is no misunderstanding!
Talking behind one's back?
I'm not into that!
That's why I have very few
I regard as friends!
And 'they' are on my acquaintance list!
Since they believe I am easy to offend.
Because I saw them without me with other friends?
I'm bigger than that!
I still have their telephone numbers unscratched.
With their birthdays and special things they like...
And who first to contact.
For the moment!
Things change...and I'm prepared.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Enjoyed

I thought you would stay as dumb as possible?
Where has this test failed?
There is no one else left,
To depict low life and ignorance AND incompetence,
Except...?

Well...
I thought you would stay as dumb as possible?
There is no where else to turn.
To seek a replacement.
Except...?

I thought you would stay as dumb as possible?
Everything to keep your intelligence unnoticed,
We thought had been done.
Tell me...
I mean 'us',
Tell us more embarrassing things about yourself.
Something tells me...
You have not been embarrassed at all.
Your eyes begin to 'twinkle'...
Each time you are sought to reveal some 'dirt'.
Have you done this on purpose?
Believing we would think you to be embarrassed?

In fact...
You've enjoyed every moment of being depicted like that!
Haven't you?
You have...
Haven't you?
Knowing we would find,
That the being embarrassed...
Does nothing to your cost of expense.
Does it?
Why don't you answer me?

'Oh!
So NOW you want to know what my thoughts are?
And who pays me for this admission?
You?
Or 'we'? ...or both? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Role Tape Please

There was a time in my life,
I would dare not offend anyone.
Although there were those,
Who seemed to have been addicted to it.

Role tape please!
Thank you.

Today...
Scenes have changed.
A seriousness took place in my life.
And I felt I had to over emphasize...
An offending done at my expense,
Was downsized not to exist.
I don't like it one bit!

And yet my return of it...
Is swift with an purpose connected,
As directed.

There was a time in my life,
I would dare not offend anyone.
But these days...
An asking for it,
Gets a quick delivery!

And...
Cut.

I will do my own editing from now on.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back and Forth...Back and Forth!

Once it is determined,
A person has a 'special' rendition of life?
You know...
Someone 'we' may believe has a party going on...
In their heads.
And it is a private party?

It is sometimes better,
To pretend we hear the melody.
Especially if a desire is shown,
To communicate with us.
From wherever they may be 'inside'.
With all of the activity no one can hear outside.
But suspects 'something inside' occupies!
Although nothing may OR may not be there at all.

And we wish not to take chances and offend?
So we begin to keep our lips closed and nod our heads.
Hoping, eventually, a toleration overcomes us.

We begin to pat our feet.
And shake our heads slowly from side to side.
With eyes fixed we do this...
Wanting not to be noticed.

Slowly we begin...
Back and forth...back and forth.
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Back and forth...back and forth
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.

Keeping up with this sustained movement.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
Agreeing...
But not understanding,
What it is we agree with.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '

Back and forth...back and forth,
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Keeping up with a sustained beat.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '

And miraculously,
As if that Excedrin headache suddenly goes...
We find our minds in an accepted peace.
Numbed!
Yet peaceful.
And so proud we are,
We have kept our patience!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Fred Astaire

I'm under the assumption
that I'm gonna be the one thats leaving you
tonight, tonight...
Well I flipped every switch
that I could find on my way out just to upset you more
(just to keep you busy) just to make you angry (just because you were right) just because you were...
All tired scream safe haven,
Let's get this out and on the table...
Fast forward to say four o'clock,
I'm keeping time, I'm holdin', we're always holdin',
(we're always holdin), we're always holdin, holding out...
And that's what got us here in the first place,
you should have never come here alone
(you should have never bothered at all), bothered at all...
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh (I haven't been happier since)
Older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh, Bree Ann (I haven't been happier since, I haven't been happier, not since.)
Well five o'clock the floor caught fire with footsteps (my footsteps)
And spread like a disease to the door
(I'm stuttering through it but I hear it) I-I-I hear its good t-t-to stick to what you know
And you know a whole lot of this, it all could have been avoided when
you were courtside for this nightmare,
Well since then I got myself come and listen...
Older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh (I haven't been happier since)
Older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh, Bree Ann (I haven't been happier since)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier not since...
Well, it used to take so much more (I used to, I used to too)
It used to take so much more (I used to, I used to too)
I used to, I used to too...

song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Not In Situations Like These

You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?

Has your luck been jeopardized,
By freely tossed flying lies?
And those folks don't know why they despise,
Or don't.
Their genes have them in motion.

Have you ever been introduced,
By resumé and name?
Latest footsteps you've made.
Where they were laid,
And who was impressed?
And quickly you scan over yourself,
To either approve or make excuses,
About how you are dressed.

'I don't usually look a mess! '

You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?
Probably not.
Not in situations like these.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want Too Much to Love!

I want too much to love!

Too much I want,
Peace and happiness shared.
Someone to care,
With a devoted loyalty.

Too much I want,
Someone who is there.
Like I would be.

I want too much to love!

Too much I want,
Someone to communicate,
And comprehend with it mentioned.

Too much I want,
Someone who has time,
Without faking to give and take.

I want too much to love!

Too much I want,
Someone who desires a life of peace.
And not a life together spent...
In unconditional heartache to make.

Like those in relationships,
Wishing them to end.
So they then eventually will seperate.
To find what true love for them means again!
I want too much to love.

To grow as it is meant.
And not break to fall at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manifest Your Best

Seek to manifest your best.
When you begin to notice...
You have begun to be bothered,
By critics and other pests...
You are blessed!
Just keep your steps moving,
Forward.
There is nothing said by naysayers...
Needing a thought to hesitate or digest.
Just seek to manifest your best,
And let 'that' be your testimony!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy Your Day

You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.

Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!

'Why are you leaving? '

You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?

'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'

First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.

And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!

'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '

That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.

'You will not be asked back here again! '

Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If They Have Their Own Identity

All of the Autumn leaves that fall from their mother tree
Are shaped so very differently
As if each has their own identity
At least that's how they seem to me.

In the cool gusts of the freshening winds they blow
Along the footpath fast and then quite slow
As if searching for a final resting place
On the Nature strip or in stormwater drain for to hide their wrinkled face.

Their span of time is brief so quick to meet decay
And in Nature's bosom within weeks they rot away
And off of their compost insects and beetles will live
When Nature takes in other ways she give.

Leaves too have life despite what some might say
And all things of life return to earth one day
And though they have life cells they do not have a mind
But they serve some purpose just like human kind.

I hear them rustle on their invisible feet
The dead dry leaves that are blown down the street
All of different shapes and sizes though from the one mother tree
As if they have their own identity.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Do Nothin' Till You Hear From Me

(edward "duke" ellington, bob russell)
Do nothing till you hear from me,
Pay no attention to what's said.
Why people tear the seams of anyone's dreams
Is over my head.
Do nothing till you hear from me,
At least consider our romance.
If you should take the words of others you've heard,
I haven't a chance.
True, i've been seen with someone new,
But does that mean that i've been untrue?
When we're apart,
The words in my heart
Reveal how i feel about you.
Some kiss may cloud my memories,
And other arms may hold a thrill,
But please, do nothing till you hear it from me--
And you never will.
~interlude~
Some kiss may cloud my memories,
And other arms may hold a thrill,
But please, do nothing till you hear it from me--
And you never will.

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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If I Offend, So Be It

If I offend...
So be it!

I am not here,
To be the 'next' James Baldwin.
Or follow in the footsteps,
Of Langston Hughes.
The shoes I wear are quite comfortable.
And the path I walk upon,
Has not already been paved.
That is the task that has be laid before me.
To do that myself!

If I offend...
So be it!

I am not living my life intending to be anyone else,
Than who I am.
I am the first Lawrence S. Pertillar.
And make no mistake about it...
I will be acknowledged,
For the life I've lived.

If I offend...
So be it!

I just know who it is I am.
And I am not who I am because I seek to get paid for it!
Like most folks lost and deluded,
By the meaning of 'identity'.
I've been blessed and I am grateful...
To have a dignity as well.

And 'if' I offend...
So be it!
There's so many others,
Who have minds associated with making a quick buck.
And people like that...
Are indoctrinated with corrupted agendas!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If This Is Meant

If it's meant,
A loneliness experienced.
Will come to an end.
And not in a forever,
Be for one spent.

If this is meant.

If it's meant,
To discover loyalty and trust
One seeks as a must,
That trust will be unquestioned
When that time comes.
And instead of 'one'
Two together becomes an 'us'.
To trust.
If
This is meant.

A searching with a wish,
Is dismissed to be given up.
And if it 'is' meant to be to undo,
That patience sacriifced,
Awaiting that special one
Will come to appear in one's view.
If it's meant to be for one's eyes to see.

If this is meant as it should be.

If it's meant,
To discover loyalty and trust
One seeks as a must,
That trust will be unquestioned
When that time comes.
And instead of 'one'
Two together becomes an 'us'.
To trust.
If
This is meant.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irregular contact with doctors means many men fail to receive any preventive care for potentially life-threatening conditions. In addition, when men do seek care, embarrassment can often prevent them from openly discussing health concerns with their physicians.

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Clean

Today, everything was fine fine fine
Until roundabout quarter to 9, suddenly I found myself in a bind, a bind
Was it something I said
Something I read
And manifest thats getting you down
Dont you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
Id sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean, clean
Tomorrow, what price will I pay
Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed, would you then give me
The time of day
I need a map of your head, translated into english so I can learn to not make you frown
Feel better if you vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on
Mine
The most weathered ears in town!
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean
Clean (x6)
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirt words come out clean
Say what u will
Say what u mean
No, you could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean, clean

song performed by by Incubus
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More Than Slightly Bent

If I did what was expected,
You would find reason to neglect me.
And I would begin to feel cheap and common.
No longer that treat...
For you that pleased.
And believe me it has been agony...
Carrying that kind of weight upon my shoulders.
And yet suggesting you go on a diet,
Would somehow leave me uninspired.

'But honey...
I am not the one who took your comments literally.
I know I am not 'daddy's little girl' any longer.
But I do admire your attempts.
I am surprised your knees haven't buckled.
However...
I have noticed,
They are more than slightly bent! '

So you don't mind,
Your climb down off my shoulders?

'Oh heavens no!
I was afraid to say how ridiculous this looks.
I only agreed to do this to entertain your purposes.
Whatever they are! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The ten commandments of communication

The ten commandments of communication

Verify your ideas before clarification, as to whether the contents of your
communication will really serve the purpose of your communication. Consult others, where appropriate, the communication plan. This will help you decide the audience-based right content, flow, duration and location.

Make clear to the audience the true purpose of communication. Make it known to the audience as to what you want them to do after receiving the inputs from you. It can be just an act, can be an attitudinal change, can be drawing a strategy or plan of action.

Ensure you are in the right set of environment for the communication.
Communication is not effected just by words and gestures, but also by the quality of place where you communicate.

Take into confidence your audience. Encourage them to come out with their experience in the subject of communication. Accordingly polish your ways.

Be sure where to emphasize and where to dilute. Check yourself the
overtones and emphasis on messages conveyed, as audience may not notice.

Avoid being theoretical all through. Give practical examples. Enthuse
audience to come out with problems, connected with the subject and offer, if possible, practical solutions.

Follow up with what you communicate. Ensure audience is with you through the entire communication. Give no impression that you are evaluating their ability to absorb.

Demonstrate that you practice what you preach. Your past experiences may come handy.

Communicate for tomorrow, based on previous learning, enabling the audience visualize new horizons on the subject of communication.

Last, but not the least, seek not to be understood, but to understand. Be a good listener too.

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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My Choice Is to Make History

I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.

To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.

My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!

At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Perfect Relation

Life indeed is with purpose
Dog's life you think and suppose
What does it do? Eats only and barks
Yet the name attached with loyalty and sparks

Life can't be part time
It has purpose sometimes
Prove true to your conscious
Work steady but continuous

Life has mission
It may have many things for admission
For true confession
Yet it can not be called profession

Life is not practiced
It is promised
With noble act
The basic need in fact

It is gift from almighty
Let us make it as beauty
Beauty with difference
To live with in its presence

It can never be burden
As it may have many angles in shapes even
Sad, happiness and separation
To be enjoyed with perfect relation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'm Sure You Get The Point

If you are in a conversation,
You 'thought' was being shared...
And it begins to dawn on you,
The conversation you thought for two...
Was actually a conversation of one.
And no listening to you is being done!
Pay even closer attention,
To what is being mentioned.

And...
You will begin to realize,
What's important in people's lives.
And it shouldn't take long,
For anyone listening to another...
Go on and on about themselves,
Just where they are reagarded and placed...
One someone's priority list.

'Oh?
Yeah and...I...
Uh huh, huh...yes...and I...
Uh huh.
Yep.
And you know...uh huh...okay.
Uh huh...and...uh huh.'

I'm sure you get the point!
And if you don't...
Maybe you should be the one to listen.
And let someone else say something,
While you familiarize yourself...
With the process of breathing.
You know...take a few breaths.
And learn something.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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