Direction Meant As Foreseen
No one should be held accountable,
For another's devious deeds.
No one should excuse their responsibilities.
But this is done with so much ease.
A leader is only effective as those who follow,
And proceed.
With a wish for all a quality of life,
That benefits and strengthens...
To allow a direction meant as foreseen.
With a purpose decisive.
Not one that divides!
To weaken, wither and demean those who try...
With an unselfish ability that wishes all succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I Promised To Lead
I can not monitor your movements.
I can only respect the direction you take.
For me to be held accountable for your mistakes...
Is not the purpose for the steps I take.
And for you to suggest,
Your responsibilities are tests for me to accept...
Is not a contemplation I will digest.
Or load on my back...
To prove I can condone your added foolishness.
I promised to lead...
Not bleed to receive your approval,
Or acceptance.
There is more than your priorities,
On my agenda.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Wisdom Patiently Achieved
Looking at them,
Anyone would perceive them to be...
Adults.
But listening to their conversations...
And hearing from them speak,
An overwhelming immaturity...
Immediately those mature,
Would detect a childishness limiting...
Their ability to be accountable.
Or any seriousness taken of responsibilities.
And flaunt they do,
Their children conceived.
With few of them understanding their parental deeds.
Leaving themselves and their communities,
Lacking in comprehension...
Of a discipline and what it takes,
To succeed.
With an applying of experience,
And a combination of mistakes made...
That requires a wisdom patiently achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bling Obsessed
If people were not intentionally programmed,
To be envious...
Manipulating them would not be so easily effective.
Even those budding to branch out from one tree,
Choose to flaunt the artificialness of their possessions.
And for what purpose to obtain?
Seconds under spotlight with no lasting flame,
Before its over?
Show me something that strengthens the tree,
Not weaken it.
And 'you'?
Yes you...
You have every right to flaunt as much as you want.
Knowing there were good deeds done you did.
However...
Many environments are nests for bling obsessed fools,
Pre-occupied with the making of false impressions.
Without one investment made to claim turf where they leech.
To voice the shallowness of their quick lived dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honesty Not
Isn't it funny that the ones that tell lies
are never accountable for their behavior
no matter what the size.
They can say lies about you
or they can deny what they know is true.
All to protect themselves from their bad deeds
but in with that they never grow and succeed;
Succeed at being accountable and mature-
they would rather blame it on you
and call you absurd.
Or they don't remember a thing
say it was in the past and you're the ding-aling.
Adding that they don't know what you are talking about
in the end they are the losers without a questionable doubt.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing Of Integrity
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of equality,
Now gone.
And...
A quality of life once wished,
To value and exist to admit...
Is,
A deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of equality,
Now gone.
With a deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
With a deficit of dreams,
That seem to demean...
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
And seems to demean,
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
With no purpose or meaning.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
Now gone.
Now gone.
A diminishing of integrity,
Now gone.
Gone!
Gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Process Proceeding In Evolution
Do I have remorse that they have blinded themselves,
By the quality of their own actions?
Your comments make little sense to me.
Is this their way of holding someone accountable,
For their delight in material excitement?
I appreciate the attention you have given this fiasco.
But those folks have a history of creating their own debris.
I'm sure my lack of concern and those of others...
They have ridiculed for making attempts to assist them,
Will someday be reason why they could not unite as a people!
Or some excuse they will find that is not policed!
No...
I have not given up on them.
They've given up on themselves,
The moment they began to ostracize their own!
For some reason...
I am attracted to those who are adult in mind,
Deed and purpose.
And those comments would be pointless to repeat to them!
No hard feelings!
None here whatsoever.
I am just part of a process,
Proceeding in a welcomed evolution.
And I am one of many who recognize the benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Natural Selection for Friend Thad
I am a male an alpha plus.
My only purpose is to breed,
to sow the seeds of genius.
So that my offspring will succeed.
I am the leader of the pack.
No one is fit to take my place.
I have the wisdom which they lack.
I am the wolf who sets the pace.
We work together as a team
but I direct the strategy
I have the wit to plan and scheme
The other wolves defer to me.
That is the way it has to be
As long as I am best I’ll lead.
Some day some pup will challenge me
and hopefully he will succeed..
I am a male an alpha plus
but even alpha males grow old.
In nature it was ever thus
The leadership goes to the bold.
I’m not the wolf I used to be.
I’ve had my time now I must leave.
The pack goes on triumphantly
just as it should do I believe..
To lead the pack a privilege
that’s only open to a few.
Who have the strength and the knowledge
to rule the pack as they must do.
A pack that lacks strong leadership
will very quickly succumb to
lack of direction and hardship.
A leader must know what to do.
But also know he must give way.
To new leader in due course
He’s played the part he had to play
a law that nature will enforce.
Only the best is fit to lead
life is a struggle to survive.
Though a strong leader will succeed
ensuring that his pack will live.
Though leaders come and leaders go.
The pack remains an entity
Since time began it has been so
and will for ever seemingly.
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Not a Bourgy Doer
I use to have issues with being emotionally needy.
Feeling I had to achieve to appease and please.
While experiencing a sense of abandonment...
And no one cared what was happening inside of me.
I use to be moody with a quick lip and attitude.
I knew as a child I had responsibilities.
And those children I knew had none or few.
As I grew older and more rebellious in mind,
I became more independent and less forgiving...
Of those who had direction in their lives of some kind.
Although I am no longer there where I had been...
Emotionally I remain protective,
And free to speak without a need to be touched.
'Too bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'
Who me?
'Yes you!
Just too bourgy and aloof,
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'
Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
'But you're bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'
Who me?
'Yes you!
You're out to prove.
You're bourgy and aloof.
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'
Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
Or out to prove a thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This president has been reluctant to hold anybody accountable. No one was held accountable after September the 11th. Nobody's been held accountable after the clear flaws in intelligence leading up to the war in Iraq.
quote by Bob Graham
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Comparing Deeds Done
An exhaustion that comes,
To the one giving...
Seems to go overlooked,
By what others do to share.
As if a competition in a race is there.
Instead of feelings that are genuine,
When comparing deeds done...
At social affairs.
Amongst those they are who benefit,
From their being in cliques.
Just to say how their time is spent.
Regardless if what is done is effective.
And generating an effectiveness,
Seems for many not to be their purpose.
Or an involvement to them really meant.
'Then what is their purpose? '
That's a good question to ask.
But I'm just an observer.
I am not the one behind the assigning to them tasks.
'Then you have time to waste! '
Are you kidding?
I am on my way to another hat fitting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V – 2010) To Risha Ahmed
(With Love, Admiration and Best Wishes)
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
You pen with wit and sanity
Your vision shows maturity
Your diction forces clarity!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your rhythm rides melodiously
You rhyme with ease and quality
Your hallmark is spontaneity!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your poems voice vocal beauty
Your poems value buoyancy
Your poems come creatively!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
You need now learn no prosody
You embody true poetry
Your poetry is really free!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your rhymes & themes with time vary
You proceed but with modesty
Your future you can guarantee!
Of Poetry, O Prodigy!
Your age will grow your ability
Your heart will light your journey, see
Your writings light humanity!
Frequent Microscoping
They do not wish to be held accountable,
For anything they did...
Two weeks ago.
Not one of them accepts or expects,
Their lack of responsibility...
To follow them as a blemish,
The rest of their lives.
On the other hand...
Every detail of my childhood,
From preschool years...
Until I left high school years ago,
Is there to remind everyone...
Of my imperfections!
With a frequent microscoping of my deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Purpose of Living
The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.
Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.
You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.
poem by Franca Kenneth
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When We Live to Learn and Respect
When we live to learn and respect,
All benefits of life to us are given.
And we are able to succeed,
Through any circumstance.
It seems to me...
Over the many years of my own observation,
Those who know love are the most successful.
Whether blessed to have a yacht...
Or sitting in a park tossing peanuts to pigeons.
When we live to learn and respect,
All benefits of life to us are given.
And we are able to succeed,
Through any circumstance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But when you get into a situation where you can acquire a proven leader, a proven quality player, an unselfish player, a guy who taken a team to the Super Bowl, I think you do it.
quote by Ron Jaworski
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Valued And Precious
To prove one's might,
Does not have to be with weapons.
In fact...
The proving of one's ability to show,
A power that is most effective...
Can be done economically.
To bring people to their knees in agony.
And the use of weapons is done,
To prove to anyone...
An ability to destroy possessions kept,
That are deemed valued and precious!
And lives lived and the quality of them,
Fit as prioritized on that list.
This...
Is NOT rocket science.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop, Choosing to Demean
You've got your meaning,
And still you are choosing to demean...
My love?
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Baby!
I gotcha meaning that demeans,
What I say.
And why it is I feel this way.
You're choosing to demean,
How I pray.
For us...
With faith and love,
Everyday!
Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My strong beliefs.
Yo, Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My love for you so deep.
But, you choose to be so mean.
And baby...
Stop, choosing to demean.
Baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby,
You mated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Are You Now?
For those of you who follow the King,
Tell me, where are you now?
For those of you who follow the Pope,
Tell me, where are you now?
For those of you who followed the Beatles,
Tell me, where are you now?
For those of you who followed the flag,
Tell me, where are you now?
Be it Frank Zappa, or Andy Warhol,
Tell me, where are you now?
Be it the Koran, be it the Bible
Tell me where are you now?
Be it Mein Kampf, the Communist Manifesto,
Tell me where are you now?
The Bill of Rights with all the fights,
Tell me, where are you now?
Will you follow the leader on to the quicksand?
Will you follow the leader to Hell?
Will you follow the leader on to Doomsday?
Only time will tell...
Sooner or later, you're bound to discover,
You're going to have to take the lead.
In this life time or maybe another,
You're more than a mouth to feed.
Time settles everything,
Indeed, all comes to rest,
And the fact is wherever you are,
Is anybody's guess.
No ones controls the length of time,
Nor the breadth and depth,
And there are no leaders at the end of the line,
Only you facing your death.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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