Disqualified
They came into the 'hood'.
And began taking applications
For subservience!
At the minimal wage.
I was immediately disqualified!
They said I provided too much of a threat,
By making attempts
To uncover clarity and understanding.
And those were issues
They weren't prepared to debate.
They came into the 'hood'...
Seeking those who were willing to work hard
And long hours,
To do what needed to be done!
For the sake of 'growth and prosperity'.
Not to waste time finding purpose and reason.
That was not on their agenda!
At least not in this season.
As they sought to find those...
Still drugged on and exposed to delusion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contentions
Disqualified,
By their own inhabitions.
Seeking approval,
That would never come!
So for fun and Earthly pleasures done,
Self destruction begun...
As planned from the planting.
Contentions spent in doubt,
As irrelevent pretentions
Wiped them out!
And attempts to save them were declined.
Since they sought to define themselves,
With no time left to borrow!
Debating arguments,
Stalled their collective purpose and intent!
And they lost to ineffectiveness.
With any worthiness not missed at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are You?
Who are you?
Taking time,
To read between my lines.
With a hope to uncover,
Some depth there to find.
Who are you?
Taking interest,
When little has been expressed before.
And stirring up my curiosity,
With a wish to know you more.
Who are you?
Keeping discreet and behind the scenes.
Creating your own mysteriousness...
Since you know I will notice.
Because of a certain 'sensitivity'.
Who are you?
Making attempts,
To get my attention like this.
Hmmm?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fluffing Up Of Plastic Feathers
Where I come from,
People are berated...
For their accomplishments done.
Then are expected to participate,
In calls for community unity.
Only to socialize with others...
In a flaunting of their charaded pulchritude.
I prefer not to confuse their issues,
With what I do.
I like to mingle with those,
Who are straight up in the 'hood'.
Appreciating them for who they are.
And there is a mutual exchanging done too.
Without a fluffing up of plastic feathers.
'What do you know about living in the 'hood'? '
People like you would be surprised.
In fact...
People like you wouldn't know what to do,
If not appearing for photo ops...
After making hollow speeches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sought And Mooched
If it becomes acknowledged,
You are that one who gives unconditionally.
And can be depended upon to do it,
As if you have no other reason to live...
Be prepared to be sought and mooched,
By those seeking to squeeze...
Every bit of empathy they can from you to get!
You will be hunted as if to feed a craving,
Needing by some to be immediately fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My First
She:
I freeze Time this night
in making love to you
your mouth has within it forever-ness:
you've restored to me my mental virginity
in this my love-making with you
releasing those sexual bonds
which wrap around existence itself
making time cease
making my woman-hood feel complete
me taking your man-hood
making it meld
with my woman-side
He:
I feel you shudder
wrapping your heart
around me
embracing my need
drawing from me
more than
I have ever given
making me rise for you
making me complete;
you and I
gasping.
It is not merely the touching
but too, the release:
not merely the holding
but the sweling out-
the overwhelming
needful need;
not merely
our quiverings
but too the inhalings
in
and the trembling outs
the welcoming intensities
the thrusting;
animal lust
and the clinging
loving
simultaneously.
Draw away;
this moment now
because
my opening soul
seeks eternity
propelled by gushing
crying
gratitude
and
our hungry mouths
kissing.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Losing My Grip
Loosing My Grip
Hoobastank
(The Scorpion King)
All the questions
I went through
I never told myself the truth
I turned my back
On you and me
'Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't
Who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
Feeling emptiness inside
A part of me already died
But I pretended to go on
Like everything's ok
And all we built began to fall
As I began to lose it all
Shut my eyes
And set me free
'Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't
Who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
You're all that
I ever wanted
You're everything
That I need
But now it's finally over
Time for goodbyes
I needed so now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
From Alex ([email protected])
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Essential to Growth
Essential to growth,
Is listening.
And those factors that bridge,
Understanding...
Do introduce comprehension.
That contribute to dimensions,
Of communication.
To turn away a blind eye,
Does not attract clarity.
Many of those,
Who are tunneled visioned folks...
Find themselves easily provoked,
By self imposing delusions.
With the hope their fears are not exposed.
Although...
They do show a tendency to represent,
A majority who are dissenters.
And...
Essential to one's growth,
They must not be disregarded...
From enhancing one's life!
Whether they are discovered to be wrong or right.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That 'Senior Citizen' Thing
That 'senior citizen' thing,
Isn't easy for many to face and address.
And...
I am not comfortable with it yet.
Not to cling onto it like it is mine.
I am not prepared to declare,
Total ownership of it.
I am told I can still 'pass' for 55.
And that's young and radiant,
When one is...
On the fringes of showing 'maturity'.
And as my aches and pains,
Make attempts to ignore a fading youth...
Slowly leaving my consciousness,
With loud professions of my obsessiveness...
I know,
Is no longer in that hip hop stage!
And has gone.
I feel time has crept upon me,
And has done me wrong.
But...
I aint crying about it.
Not in public anyway.
And if I do it is raining!
I tell people then,
How I enjoy the feeling of nature.
That 'senior citizen' thing,
Was never on my agenda when I was in my teens.
Nor did aging appear in my dreams...
When I sought ambitiously,
To waste as much time as possible.
It was not a topic of excitement.
Nor a subject to defend.
Back in those days when age was taken for granted.
And then,
Overnight...
My eyesight needed correction.
I had to wear glasses 'with' bi-focals.
My digestion needed anti-oxidents with more fiber.
And for no apparent reason,
I would stumble into buildings and trees.
Losing my balance.
That 'senior citizen' thing,
Isn't easy for many to face and address.
And...
I am not comfortable with it yet.
Not to cling onto it like it is mine.
I am not prepared to declare,
Total ownership of it.
I am told I can still 'pass' for 55.
And that's young and radiant,
When one is...
On the fringes of showing 'maturity'.
Someone...
Like myself,
For example.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.
When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.
If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!
And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Recognized
Too much time is spent,
Getting our minds bent out of shape...
Identifying what isn't here.
Or 'there'
Or...
What hasn't happened.
Who could do what but didn't...
With a lot of 'why',
Without reason to get things done!
Making excuses not to motivate each one
Of us...
To extend beyond our reach!
Teaching...
To take an active part.
Appreciating what is here,
And making clear our respect
Of what we do have!
Instead of destroying it...
Because our 'whims' are not immediately satisfied.
Like the spoiled creatures we are,
Crying about a harvest reaped
Only a few take time to get to know,
And keep...
From the 'art' of sowing!
But like the greed of spectators,
We expect to be fed from a growth
Of a dwindling bounty!
And blame those we do who toil in the fields.
Those who are there...
And have learned how to yield...
The fruits from their sweat and labor!
Leaving those who only savor laziness,
With minimal benefit and much complaint!
And yet everyone is 'taxed' beyond their means!
While those who make no contributions whatsoever...
Are heard whining and screaming the loudest!
Crazed from inactivity!
Taking what they want,
And discarding that which is not recognized!
Like vultures...
Waiting for death,
To prey over scavenged bones.
With ease and temporary contentment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Scheduling Nothing Gets Done
Sure...
I will argue with you.
Or debate on any topic you wish.
And there is no need to look surprised.
I am here for 'you'.
I want you to know that.
If you want to take the time with me,
To argue about your stupidity...
I will take the time to show you,
How stupid I use to be...
Before I realized time moves on.
And the time I'm finding now to waste with you,
Has already been scheduled on my 'Waste Of Time' list.
And I refer to this as stupidity,
Because that's exactly what this is.
'Stoo' with a 'pidity'.
And,
I don't want to hurry you.
But you do have three minutes left.
Out of the generosity of my heart,
I've given five people five minutes per week...
To waste a total of twenty five minutes of my time,
To argue or debate or 'whatever' it's called to do with me.
I've learned without scheduling nothing gets done!
Go!
We're on 'your' time.
Not mine.
You can stare as long as you wish.
But you've got two minutes left and that's it!
Don't test me.
I'm serious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Congratulations Tony Abbott
Congratulations Tony Abbott on finding your long lost son
Though in helping to create him you must have had good fun
You did not wear a condom which comes as no surprise
Since you believe that birth control is sinful at least in your God's eyes.
In your time as Minister for Employment you condemned the job snob
It's good to hear that your new found son works in a proper job
That he is not on welfare you would find that hard to take
You must feel pleased he is successful if for your ego's sake.
As Minister for Health on your strong stand on pro life issues every Australian know
Now you can tell the Nation look here I told you so
Had my ex girl friend had an abortion my son would not be here today
And Australia for that would be the poorer to me 'twould seem that way.
You try to tell us Mr Abbott that to your higher self you're true
But the son you now feel proud of was raised without any help from you
And though at the joy of finding your long lost son you well may drink a toast
Where were you Mr Abbott when he needed you most?
You must feel glad to know that your new found son is not living on welfare
That he is seen as successful in the bigger World out there
So congratulations Tony Abbott on finding your long lost son
Though in helping to create him I bet you had good fun.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Our Minds Are Quite Different
Oh no!
I am not here,
To try to understand you.
Not when you have issues,
Dealing with reality.
That is not why I am here!
Nor my responsibility...
To ensure your life is made clear.
If it isn't for you now,
All the understanding I could share...
Will go absolutely nowhere with you.
'That' I already comprehend.
No longer will I defend,
A clarity you will never see.
You wish to perceive a fantisized existence...
That has a resistance to growing pains.
As long as things remain the same...
You are fine!
Our minds are quite different.
I am not trying to hold on,
To what I know should be let go!
And if that includes you,
To continue to pursue my life to live...
That will be done!
I am not the one for charity give aways,
That do not appreciate or value the delivery...
Purpose or reason!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ingerid Sletten
Ingerid Sletten of Sillejord
Neither gold nor silver did own,
But a little hood of gay wool alone,
Her mother had given of yore.
A little hood of gay wool alone,
With no braid nor lining, was here;
But parent love made it ever dear,
And brighter than gold it shone.
She kept the hood twenty years just so:
"Be it spotless," softly she cried,
"Until I shall wear it once as bride,
When I to the altar go."
She kept the hood thirty years just so:
"Be it spotless," softly she cried,
"Then wear it I will, a gladsome bride,
When it to our Lord I show."
She kept the hood forty years just so,
With her mother ever in mind.
"Little hood, be with me to this resigned,
That ne'er to the altar we'll go."
She steps to the chest where the hood has lain,
And seeks it with swelling heart;
She guides her hand to its place apart,--
But never a thread did remain.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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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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A whole new ball game.
The time had come for me to go and leave the world of work behind
I was not sure, did not know how I would occupy my mind
To fill the long hours of the day. I knew some things I’d like to try.
But work had left small time for play and now there s was no reason why.
My times my own an I am free to try my hand at something new
from pottery to poetry and that is what I mean to do.
It may seem strange but now I find there are too few hours in the day.
To do the things I have in mind. I look at life a different way.
Retirement wrought a change in me I do the thing I want to do
I have no one to please but me. Something you can look forward to.
When you too leave the world of work behind. You’ll be too busy to regret.
The years you spent as a wage slave you’ll be quite happy to forget.
19-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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This Document Is Proof
Always,
There will be 'someone'...
Sifting through archives,
Dusted by time and cobwebbed...
Looking for anything done by someone,
To discredit one's integrity and achievements.
For purposes to feel better,
About a doing done to undermine one's character.
To then feel whatever sought and revealed,
Diminishes any respect given,
The doer of accomplishments...
Deserves and gets.
'Here it is. Finally.
It took me years to uncover it.
But this document is proof,
That there was a time in his early youth...
He actually was discovered,
Not to have been able to tie his own shoes.
This has to be exposed immediately.
What a relief.
I now can sleep peacefully.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Why A Genius Is So Rare?
Why a genius is so rare?
Because it’s needed time and luck for that person to find his true talent
It is needed chance and hard work to explore his hidden talent
It is needed good and understanding to accept his unique talent
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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