Do They Expect Forgiveness
What now do those people do?
Those who actively participated,
In screwing over others.
The ones who pursued,
Their slanderous ways.
Do they expect forgiveness...
From those they have betrayed?
Do they rush to God,
When their backs are against the wall?
Prior to their fall...
All were seen busy shopping,
Leisurely in malls.
And now that their 'values'
Have either been repossessed,
Or pawned.
Do they seek empathy,
From those they deceived...
At the crack of dawn!
To carry on until sunset.
Now to express their belated regrets.
What now do those people do?
Those who actively participated,
In screwing over others.
Should those with healing wounds...
Delight to see them in their doom.
Or just ignore them?
'I've got an idea!
Draw a picture of steak and potatos.
Make many copies.
Issue them!
And...
Oh yeah.
Don't forget to highlight the steam.
Give it the appearance of being hot! '
Naw!
Some might believe it!
And get their tongues burned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My life has been a bit special, this is true. I participated in the liberation of my country. I was one of the organisers of its struggle for liberation. I likewise actively participated in all the struggles for liberation.
quote by Ahmed Ben Bella
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More Than A Forgiveness Wished
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
Especially if such activities,
Have been publicly applied.
And over the years has denied those,
The opportunity to provide a decent income...
For themselves or anyone else.
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
And then one day it is discovered,
Those who had been subjected to misery...
Are more influential than one thought them to be.
And the discovery of this,
Leaves one with more than a forgiveness...
Wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coltrane
Wakin' up at nine
Looks at his paper
Can't deal with what he sees
All the troubled lives
The talk of the ages
He's crawling back to bed
Don't take a walk outside
Don't make any new friends
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
Callin' all his friends
He's known 'em for ages
Can't deal with what they say
Connective alibis
Cold and contagious
He's crawling back to bed
So cut off the phone lines
Stock up on water
He's crawling back to bed
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doing
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwing
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
You'd better convince me man
Yessir
song performed by by Gomez
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Commendable
If only you,
Were the only one...
Who actively participated,
In the ruining of lives knowingly...
With such a fluid acknowledgement.
But you were not.
Although you admit,
Having some influence over it.
That you have come forward,
To apologize...
With empathy expressed.
And sympathy addressed in your eyes...
Is quite commendable.
However...
Will your confession,
Restore lost lives?
And lifestyles erased by those who survived?
Until what most believe is an impossibility,
But you can do effectively...
To be witnessed by everyone in disbelief.
You can consider your apology...
As suspicious as a rumor that honey is now made,
Synthetically.
And that is being produced with your guarantee,
By someone who discovered...
The secrets left,
By disappearing and missing bees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Price Is Always Paid
Why is it people forget,
What it is they do to others...
When paybacks become due,
And are to them directed.
These selected memory folks,
I have mentioned before.
But as the more of them appear,
From behind their closet doors...
It is believed their deeds are cleared,
As if wiped clean to be erased...
From school chalk boards.
No!
A price is always paid,
When one consciously does to others...
With a purpose to use to do a screwing.
Why is it people forget,
What it is they do to others...
When paybacks become due,
And are to them directed.
Time is on no one's side,
Just to let things slide by to hide and deny.
No!
A price is always paid,
When one consciously does to others...
With a purpose to use to do a screwing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We have actively sought and are actively seeking to make the United Nations an effective instrument of international cooperation.
quote by Dean Acheson
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As If Waiting To Be Revenged
There is something about being disrespected,
That cements itself in one's mind to stay.
As if waiting to be revenged.
No matter who pretends a forgiveness has been given...
As if one's approval has been voted upon to be accepted.
By those who participated in the disrespecting.
The one disrespected does not forget.
And the culprits aren't quite sure,
If their deeds done have been remembered.
But if anyone has been singled out for mockery...
Well,
The odds they will remember being ridiculed,
Are pretty much one sided.
And those who have been 'stung' by people like this,
Do not awaken as if overnight they are excited and prepared...
To be in the presence of those whose minds have been rehabilitated.
I could care less how many scriptures are quoted.
And the recent donation of their charitable ways.
A conscious attack made upon another.
Is an attack upon another that was made consciously.
Say that any way you please.
If anything,
New tactics have been learned that has sealed one's identity.
And one's dignity maintained is never compromised,
By those wishing to make other people miserable.
And there is nothing like watching people like that,
Do that to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Share With Them My Gratitude
Submit what?
My ideas?
To whom and why?
'In the support of their endeavors...
They are seeking a more unified approach.
And actively solicit opinions of those most admired.'
And...
Your reason for being here,
Is what?
'Our committee decided,
You were one the ones most admired.
And we would like your participation.'
Really?
REALLY?
Not to confuse any issues I may have with this.
But do you see this smile on my face?
And the appearance given of a happiness...
That is far from fake?
You know what this smile took...
After what I've taken and shakened away?
Do you realize how long from this,
A recuperation takes?
Do you?
Speak up!
Do you?
'So...
That means we can expect you 'not' to participate? '
OH NO!
Not at all.
This smile doesn't mean that!
Have I sent mixed signals?
This smile gives me an opportunity...
To get some things off my chest.
Especially among those who slandered me...
With intentions that were their best efforts.
Are you kidding?
I would love to express my forgiveness.
Directly!
When is the next meeting?
'Maybe I should prepare them,
For your coming? '
Why spoil it?
I'll do that myself when I get there prepared.
And keep in mind...
I'll do what I can to keep positivity apparent,
In the atmosphere.
Just share with them my gratitude.
That's all you need to deliver and do.
And the decision that has been made?
To include me in on this...escapade!
I will be sure they will never forget!
When is that meeting?
Should I be dressed to impress?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nuitritional Value Of The Food Fed
Anyone who has already been convinced,
That conflict and confrontation is a part of life...
To be accepted and tolerated,
Are those who rush to defend the acts,
Of their disrespectful children who lack discipline.
And they are among the same people...
Who question the nuitritional value of the food fed,
To those who are locked up for their crimes commited...
While spending rehabilitation time in prisons,
Learning updated ways to be corrupt and deceiving.
As those continue to spend taxpayers 'bucks'...
Denying they have a point of view,
That actively advocates an appreciation for decadence.
'No one here is debating 'why' these young people,
Must repay society for their misdeeds.
However...
We feel it is most important and imperative,
That our youth today...
Be given a daily dose of the correct percentage,
Of vitamin A, E, C and D.
With a mineral supplement to maintain a healthy appearance.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The American public tunes in every night hoping to see two people screwing. Obviously, we can't give them that but let's always keep it in mind.
quote by Barry Diller
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I think that they participated in something that was not very proper and was very pitiful, not only for the Algerian people, but also for the other people who counted on our support.
quote by Ahmed Ben Bella
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Steak Number 3
[parody of mistake no. 3 by culture club]
The first steak I ordered,
It wasnt very hot.
I had to send it back,
Let em have one more shot.
But the second steak I ordered,
Well it was lousy too.
Now I really hate to say it,
But theres one thing that you gotta do.
Make me steak number three, yeah.
Make me steak number three.
Make me steak number three, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Make me steak number three.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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I was not someone who participated in other people's castles.
quote by Stephan Jenkins
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Some people carry their hearts in their heads; very many carry their heads in their hearts. The difficulty is to keep them apart, yet both actively working together.
quote by Augustus Hare
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Preferred As Protective Devices
In unfortunate ways these days,
People are allowed to betray themselves.
And with validation...
From those they declare as friends.
With a shallowness sought and received from them.
Today few have close friends.
Too many are accustomed to dishonesty.
And truth is disbelieved.
Even some find the mention of it offends.
Delusions are preferred as protective devices.
And when visions becomes blurred,
People seek actively deception as advice.
Only to complain to others what they've heard...
About their depressed and troubled lives.
Leaving that wide of a gap in their minds.
And finding it convenient to wallow away in grief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plucked Over Like Ducks
Never mind
What she said
Or he said
They said
About what we have got
Or not!
Noboby but us
Pays these bills
Dropped in 'our' mailbox!
Forget about them
And their affairs.
Let's stop this mess addressed!
Never mind what they do
And who's screwing who.
We all are getting 'plucked' over like ducks!
Let's take care of our own BS...
And leave those 'quackers' in denial,
They are about to crack over theirs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Forget It
The other person has hurt me,
She has utterly disappointed me,
She is totally wrong—very clear.
I cannot forget it.
She doesn't seek forgiveness,
Even if it is sought—the forgiveness,
She doesn't deserve to be forgiven.
I cannot forget it.
About her my animosity looms,
She has been cruel to me—it zooms,
I vowed ne'er to forgive her.
I cannot forget it.
In me, the hurt keeps on throbbing,
My heart goes on endlessly sobbing,
It has led me to hate her.
I cannot forget it.
I can't send thoughts of goodwill,
My mind is brimming with ill-will,
I want her too to suffer.
I cannot forget it.
I'm in complete restlessness,
I'm weighed with bitterness,
I even wish we never met,
I cannot forget it.
I dwell on the glorious days,
When we were in kind ways,
Now I'm in resentment.
I cannot forget it.
Ah! Suddenly it dawned on me, because,
She, my feelings didn't cause,
‘Tis I who have chosen to own the feelings!
Yes! I should make myself forget it!
I cannot be thus wallowing,
I should start the process of healing,
From her shoes, I should see the happening.
I shall make myself forget it.
Now I see her in new light,
I invite her to see my plight,
I say ' I'm sorry' which she denies;
She prevails upon me and says 'Sorry, Sorry! '
Shorn of ego, we clutch hands,
The under current of joy therein lands,
We sail into the healed relationship, lit!
Ah! I can forget it!
!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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From Under the Mat
I am actively ever inactive,
and the week after next may take care
of the Past’s obligations which stare
from under the mat where my mind, insincere,
has salved guilty conscience for table that’s bare.
I am actively ever inactive,
as time passes I’ve time to prepare
apt excuses for refusing to interact where
proactive initiative could have steered clear
of the reefs and the griefs of refusal to care
that I’m actively ever inactive,
self-destructive some say, though life, fair
offers each space to reach beyond protective layer.
It is time to move forward, shake dust from mat here,
to find answers constructive, responses to prayer.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Someone Needs to Draw For Them a Much Clearer Picture
So closed have been my eyes.
So closed and distracted.
From those acts,
That now I can say...
Left unattended,
My values.
Standards I expected to be maintained...
Use to have identifiable names!
Today,
I'd be hard pressed...
Trying to find anyone addressing them.
And that is my fault.
I can't recall the last time,
I reminded anyone...
To keep them encouraged,
Flourished and well nourshed.
I kept hot flashes of fast cash in my mind!
And for too long.
'That'...
I can admit was wrong!
But I can not be the only one,
That has been that stupid?
And I observe more destitution on the streets!
Why can't these people get on their feet,
Get a job and go home! ?
Or establish good credit,
Like the others snuggled in,
Their suburban homes.
Slicing to eat,
Another piece of that Apple pie.
So closed have been my eyes.
So closed and distracted.
From those acts,
That now I can say...
Left unattended,
My values.
'Are those inner city people still whining?
Someone needs to draw for them a much clearer picture.
Perhaps if they see how it is done...
They will get themselves together! '
~Will that be all, Master Lawrence? ~
'Yes.
Make several copies.
Hand a few to that bag lady!
Tell her to dispense with them amongst the crowd.
Maybe that will give them some incentive,
To move away from my doorstep.
And become viable citizens of this great land! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well, our position, and our chairman has talked about this extensively, is that we had a lot of intelligence prior to 9/11. We knew that two al Qaeda operatives who ultimately participated in the 9/11 disaster were in the United States. We didn't find them.
quote by Richard Ben Veniste
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