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Do You Want That Sandwich?

Not too long ago,
Suggestions were made...
To keep the motivation sustained.
And that progess being made then,
Would have chances to remain.
But a lack of discipline entered in.
With those defending their laziness.
And becoming offended by those against it.

What do you recommend,
We should now do?

'I recommended 'we' should pass the mustard.
'We' should slice the tomatoes.
Added some mayo with lettuce with a dash of salt.
Toast the whole wheat.
Open a bag of chips.
And drink a beer!
Leaving 'we' to enjoy.
And 'they' out of it.'

That's not being responsible.

'I responded to your questions,
Years ago.
Today I am blessed to eat in peace.
And that is what 'we' today are going to do.
Unless you chose that crusade?
With you knowing...
I am waving you on from the sidelines.

I've discovered that 'we' business,
Only works when folks are up against a fence.
And not a fence did I help them make.

Do you want that sandwich? '

What about the crisis?

'Don't worry about it.
I've prepared for that.
That's why I bought two six packs.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Woman and Today

She awoke early with a pep today
A glimmer in her eye and strong step today
She thought of a menu that would bring a smile today
as she thought of her husband so lovingly today
She cracked the eggs and placed them in the pan today
Se buttered his toast and peeled his fruit today
She poured his glass so full today
She placed the flowers n her favorite vase today

She slowly sat down at the table today
the realization hit her like a cement truck today
She lowered her eyes as she thought of the day
You see, the old man had long been dead by today

The disease of old persons made her forget today
Made her cook breakfast for three today
When I entered the room, I asked her sadly, 'What's wrong today? '
She said, 'I'll greive just the same as I did that day
because my soulmate just died again today.'

poem by Complicated Simply
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Belligerence

Those who sat on the fence,
Yesterday.
Today,
Are belligerent.
And escape from being maced.
Or locked up,
In a cell in haste
.
But what takes place,
Could have been prevented.
But racism descended,
To keep divisions defended.

Those who sat on the fence,
Yesterday.
Today...
Are belligerent.
Because they've been hoodwinked again.
And they're belligerent.

Those who sat on the fence,
Yesterday.
Today...
Are,
Belligerent.
And dismissing what's been said,
Yet choosing to be...
Belligerent.

Yes they choose to stay,
And be this way...
Belligerent.
And dismissing what's been said,
Out of ignorance.

Those who sat on the fence,
Yesterday.
Today...
Are,
Belligerent.
And dismissing what's been said,
Yet choosing to be...
Belligerent.

Yes they choose to stay,
And be this way...
Belligerent.
And dismissing what's been said,
Out of ignorance.

People have invested in,
Belligerence.
Investments made to keep them in,
Belligerence.
People have invested in,
Belligerence.
Investments made to keep them in,
Belligerence.
Investments made to keep them in,
Belligerence.
Investments made to keep them in,
Belligerence.
Belligerence.
Investments made to keep them in,
Belligerence.
Belligerence.
Investments made to keep them in,
Belligerence.
As deliverance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today

There has been a day like today
But a fresh new day is today
It is a unique day today
It is wide open today
All the answers for our questions has today

Let us dream today
Let us laugh today
Let us share our love today
Let us express our greatness today
Let us trade many a yesterday for today

Let us perform our tasks today
Let us make it a magnificent today
Let us thank God for giving life today
Let us thank God for seeing His creations today
Let us love most about today

A golden day is today
For it is a fact today
It has arrived today!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Fitting Into A Socket

My 'self' was made to feel out of place,
At one time.
Made to feel the odd ball 'out' of pocket.
With a connection that didn't fit...
Into any accepting socket.

But time has made it okay for my 'self',
To deliver beyond my own expectations.
And today I can say,
I am rather proud I allowed 'me' to just 'be'.
Knowing it was never going to be easy...
Putting together all those pieces of me,
To feel completely whole.

And today,
I am feeling so bold.
Wherever I choose to plug myself in...
To energize.
I don't have to worry about fitting into a socket at all.
Since I come providing my own motivation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Wish To Start Act Two?

Often brought to the edge,
By an overheard interpretation....
Taken out of context.
Only to be asked to be forgiven,
Again...
For a misunderstanding,
Another did attempt to prevent.

Often brought to the edge,
By something thought said...
But wasn't.

And when one stood on the ledge,
Prepared to jump from it...
Fraught with guilt feelings,
Felt...
From being often the cause,
Of a once solid relationship...
To slump into deep distrust.
The one accused dares to budge to intervene.
But makes a sandwich to munch...
Instead.

While listening to threats of a following through,
To jump as a drama addict promises to do...
A sandwich was made,
Using pickles, lettuce, tomato and mayo.
With a touch of marmalade on whole wheat bread.

'Aren't you going to do anything?
I said I was sorry.
What is it that you want me to prove? '

~I'm waiting for you to prove to me,
Just how sorry you are?
You've taken it this far!

And...
Maybe for reasons to satisfy your own insecurities.
I can come to close the window?
So as to not have you blame your decision on me.
I've already suggested that we should talk about it.

So prove to me...
How do you wish to start Act Two?
With a climbing inside to talk?
OR with a swan dive?
Either way...
I've ended catering to your nonsense.
Do whatever you choose.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Today I Must Do

Again I am given,
Another day to age and witness.
Another day to know I am blessed and protected,
With a faith that God accepts.

Expressed is appreciation,
For everyone that I've ever met.
Although I am still a work-in-progress,
I can and will forgive and forget.

And what today I must do,
With a giving of my next breath...
Is to do my very best to benefit,
Regardless of a test that upsets.

And what today I must do,
Regardless of a test that upsets.
Is to do my very best to forgive and forget.

And what today I must do,
Regardless of a test that upsets.
Is to do my very best to forgive and forget.

Again I am given,
Another day to age and witness.
Another day to know I am blessed and protected,
With a faith that God accepts.
God knows I'm a work-in-progress.

Today what I must do,
Is forgive and forget.
With a knowing I'm a work-in-progess.

And today what I must do,
Is forgive and forget.
With a knowing I'm a work-in-progess.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Hours At Their Disposal to Doze

Work involved was discovered,
For the many of them...
Doing things on a whim!

It isn't as easy as 'making' a baby.
Or turning on one's TV.
Those things done with little effort.
As one in minutes...
Or seconds becomes pleased.

A production is easier to take,
From the outside looking in!
It is not as easy as critiquing.
And that seems to be done quicker,
Than one can sip tea.
Although impatiently waiting,
For this to be prepared to one's taste.
As one hopes it would be

It isn't nearly as easy as it is,
To sit and wish.
Or complain as someone else does it.
It may look easy to supervise.
But it isn't.
Laziness is quick to detect.
No rest here is involved.
At all.

To accomplish something requires work.
With a 'w' connected to the O, R and K.
And if one wishes to produce dreams...
One day it will be realized,
Dreams that come to life...
Do not flow freely as if water in a stream.
Or from a tap to drip!
Nor do they come to a baited hook,
Upon the sight of it.
For one with no patience to fish.

And many are left sitting with their visions.
'I 'almost' caught one THIS big.'

If one wishes to succeed...
They must also prepare to sweat and bleed.
And show that with little effort!
That's the 'key' of it if it is a desired wish.

If not?
Folks with no experience,
Should keep their mouths closed.
But they don't.

Those who wish to succeed,
Have few hours at their disposal to doze.
OR snack happily in between commercials shown.
'Are you in the kitchen?
Do you mind bringing me a beer?
And a sandwich with lettuce and tomatos.
If there is chips...
Bring those too! '

To complete is to 'doing'
As that is to getting something done.
Usually with less lip.
And likely with far less tongue!
For the one who knows what it takes...
To break a sweat without regret.
Even if that should require one to run.

'Don't try to tell me how to raise my children! '

~I'm not trying to tell you how to do that at all.
However,
If they insist on playing in my backyard...
'You' teach them how to mow my grass.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Fence

I say this in truth and not in pretense
All else I wish to own is just a fence
A fence that is made out of steel or wood
Placed around my property as it should
Around my home to protect like a guard
So my dogs won't escape from their yard
I want them to be free without a restraint
To run and play without a neighbors complaint
A fence also to be a barrier from the street
So the many dangers or hazards they will not meet
But sadly I am poor and I have no extra expense
So all that I wish for, is just a fence.

poem by Randy McClave
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Therell Be Some Changes Made

W. benton overstreet / billy higgins
They say dont change the old for the new
But Ive found out that this will never do
When you grow old dont last long
Youre here today and then tomorrow youre gone
I loved a man for many years gone by
I thought his love for me would never die
He made some changes that would never do
From now on Im going to make some changes too
For theres a change in the weather
Theres a change in the sea
So from now on therell be in change in me
My walk will be different, my talk and my name
Nothin about me is going to be the same
Im goin to change my wayof livin
If that aint enough
Then Ill change the way that I strut my stuff
cause nobody wants you when youre old and gray
Therell be some changes made today
Therell be some changes made
The say the old time things are the best
That may be very good for all the rest
But Im going let the old things be
cause they are certainly not suited for me
There was a time when I thought that way
Thats why Im all alone here today
Since every one these days seeks something new
From now on Im goin to seek some new things too
For theres a change in the fashion
Ask the femine folks
Even jack benny has changed jokes
I must make some changes from old to new
I must do things just the same as others do
Im goin to change my long, tall daddy for a little short fat
Goin to change the number where I live at
I must have some lovin or Ill fade away
Therell be some changes made today
Therell be some changes made today

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Making Breakfast - a study in consciousness

Breakfast. Slick operation. You could
make it in your sleep..
you’ve refined the quantities,
the cooking and the timing
like a pro..

and eating it – you’re even more
brilliant at that – you can
eat breakfast, read the paper,
listen to the radio or tv,
half listen to the wife and kids,
make and take those cellphone calls;
then bestow a salty bacon,
sweet marmaladey kiss on several lips
or cheeks – and off..

But today something gotten to you:
the sun is shining; all’s well with the world;
this isn’t Monday breakfast, this is
Saturday breakfast…

You find yourself making breakfast
as if you’d never made it in your life before;
you hear the cereal on its way
from the packet to the bowl;
smell the coffee before drinking it;
never has the toast been browner, crisper,
eggs more eggy, tomatoes so.. well, tomatoey;
sweet meeting salt in tasting mouth..
the world’s made new today; and
somehow, you feel as if
you know that much more about yourself;
some sure sense of direction
seems to fill your heart and mind;
you’re on good terms with
the Creation as of now.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Get Another Routine

This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.

At least one that appears to be,
Something that is consistent...
With the way things are today.

Revisiting yesterday with determination,
Says one thing about those who attempt to do this...
A comfort has been found in the exploration of limitation.
And the growth of technology has already made many victims.

This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.

What your ancestors did,
And those before them...
Is not going to spread your mustard.
Or connect you to those hours of tomorrow,
Flashing by your eyes 'today'.

This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.

If you are waiting to taste a sandwich wished...
It is recommended you acquire another taste.
Or select something else to nibble.
It would be wise if you tried!
I'm sure your ancestors did this...
Or you would not be here,
Discussing their contributions to your stagnation.

This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Have Bouts With Depression

I can get depressed.
The 'whoa-is-me'
Down low funky kind!
The kind that collects ever depressed feeling
Stored in my memory.
You know...
The kind that changes facial expressions?
The kind a man doesn't want to turn on the bathroom light,
To shave!
I've had those days.
My ex-wife use to say,
I was going through a monthy crisis!
As if my living through her 'experience'
Increased my joy!

When I have bouts with depression...
They seem to come right after I have paid a bill!
My mom use to say...
'Be happy you can get your bills paid.'

Of course she also use to tell us...
'Be happy with what you have.
Think of all those starving Chinese children! '

Well,
One thing has been made certainly clear.
Today...
Not one Chinese child have I ever seen starving.
And there are at least three Chinese restaurants,
A few blocks from where I live!

And now they own this country's debt!
That's part of why I can get sometimes depressed.
I took four years of college French.
When I went to Paris a few years ago...
I didn't understand a thing they said!
Plus there are boiled eggs in every sandwich they make,
It seems.
And they drink wine like I can dwon a bottle of juice!
But those Chinese...?
They've got it going on!
From being masters of the sea...
To discipline, clothing and obviously economies.
The only thing they have not imported yet...
Is their language!

And I guess that's why I am of late depressed.
Because I am beginning to realize,
How closely their language is associated...
With the Egyptian hieroglypics!
And all that has to happen now...
Will be the young folks figuring out,
A way to put all of this crap to rap!

'You're not having a good day,
Are you? '

I'll get over it!
Did you see the Olympics?
Beijing did a great job, huh?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peanut Butter: My Old Friend.....[Personal; Food]

I had a peanut butter sandwich today
which made me think of all the way....
sssss my life has been touched by that
stick-to-your-mouth sludge of peanut fat.

Not 'touched' in the sense that's it's shaped my life,
but when I open a jar and take up a knife
or a spoon, I can picture times of enjoy-
ment as an adult consumer and as a boy.

Of course I'm lucky in that I generally enjoy food
even if I'm in a rare bad mood.

I assume pb was a common snack in my childhood,
though I'm not sure it was. My memory is not that good.
But I do remember my Mom made cookies from it;
I helped her. And the first cooled cookie I'm sure I bit,
paying some attention to the crisscross pattern on top,
or the sometimes-present big chocolate drop.
And when I visited my childhood neighbor, Helen, it's a good bet
that sometimes a peanut butter sandwich I would get.
[But I really better remember that Helen's kitchen at times had cake.
I assume her mother, Betty, the cake did make.]
At Halloween there were pb 'cups' made by Reeses.
Chocolate and pb. It's good they were small pieces!

As an adult pb has been with me off and on.
Probably when I shared a home with my brother Don,
and when Shannon, my daughter, was young (that makes me smile) ,
and when I lived in a storage garage for a short while.
I used to put it on plain warm toast, but
perhaps mixed-with-vanilla-ice cream I enjoyed it most.
I can't tell you how it would taste on sliced tomato,
but I can say it wasn't good when tried on mashed potato! !

And as I type today there's an unsealed jar nearby.
My wife cautions me against too much, but I'm not sure why.
From time to time it's a treat on cereal or bread,
but usually it's just a spoon of it I stick into my head.

poem by Bri Edwards
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Uninvolved But With Kept Expectations

Few doubters are left sitting on any fence,
Unconvinced...
Cemented ideals can and will be bulldozed.
And whatever has not been put into practice,
Gets the ax.
Today...
This is not just an opinion.
Today this is a fact!

Pouters and mumblers can take two giant steps,
Backward with the others...
Who have spent their lives,
Living in a 'they' and a 'them' mentality.

Few doubters are left sitting on any fence,
Unconvinced...
Cemented ideals can and will be bulldozed.
A hand reaching to leech from the sidelines,
Uninvolved but with kept expectations...
Discovers,
Eventually...
How quickly to others it can disappear.

It is suggested,
That the inhalation done with deepened breaths...
The scent of reality,
Will quicken one's awakening...
From the strongholding grasp of delusion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grand-Pa's Whim

While for me gapes the greedy grave
It don't make sense
That I should have a crazy crave
To paint our fence.
Yet that is what I aim to do,
Though dim my sight:
Jest paint them aged pickets blue,
Or green or white.

Jest squat serenely in the sun
Wi' brush an' paint,
An' gay them pickets one by one,
--A chore! It ain't.
The job is joy. Although I'm slow
I save expense:
So folks, let me before I go,
Smart that ol' fence.

Them pickets with my hands I made,
When young and spry;
I coloured them a gleeful shade
To glad the eye.
So now as chirpy as a boy,
'Ere I go hence,
Once more let me jest bright to joy
Our picket fence.

poem by Robert William Service
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Make It Easy On Yourself

If you are one of the ones,
Still attempting to make sense...
In a world depleted of it?
You have my condolences.

But first,
Let us toast this fact...
You are not alone!
So cancel those additional visits made...
At your expense,
To see your personal psychiatrist.

Chances are these folks too seek help,
Trying to explain the advantages of maintaining sanity!
And 'who' and 'what' would they use,
To justify the charged fee.

Take that money,
And purchase a 5th of Jack Daniels.
Sip it slowly and relax.
And save yourself the trouble of questioning 'normalcy'.
Nothing is!
Not today.
Make it easy on yourself.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suggestions

Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.

Most times folks await,
Suggestions they prefer and like.
And it becomes difficult,
To be both honest and polite...
With someone who tries to define,
My interpretation...
Of what I 'really' meant.
To defy in denial...
With a prepared and customary,
Excuse.

Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.

When I know I am honest in my assessments.
And folks aren't ready for the truth...
Unless it agrees with them.
Only to hear them say back to me,
'What makes you an authority?
Judge and jury? '

My response?
'Years experienced,
In being a complete jackass!
And it becomes easier for me to identify one!
You...
Are still in the midst of development.
And I understand that too! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always Leaving Crisis

Life it seems is a crisis from the day that I was born
I came out flogging and crying on that long ago "who am I" morn!
I clung so tight to my Mama, but soon she sent me away
I heard the school bell ringing! A crisis for me that day!
The years, I recall, flew swiftly, where do I go from here?
A crisis, my graduation. Commencement day brings fear!
I don't understand where I'm going, another crisis for sure
I must find my way and purpose, the way to live and endure!
I'm always leaving, leaving, always searching to find
Where am I going? I wonder? I leave my childhood behind!
I leave all my teen years behind me. The past is the past is the past
One crisis after another, and all of them come so fast!
Then there was the crisis that really made me smile
A real big one for you as well, you walked me down the aisle!
I left my Mama and Daddy to spend a lifetime with you
Now comes a double crisis! We're leaving, oh what can we do!
I'm not sure when we are going, all I know it is true
I'm leaving this world behind me, and my dear, you are leaving, too!
Life has been a challenge, it seems we are always leaving!
Doors that close, doors that open, a pattern that's ever weaving!
Now at the end of our journey, we'll leave it all and find
The great and the small must leave it all, this is the way it's designed!
We'll trust our great Creator who has seen us through our strife
He'll never leave or forsake us! He will give us Eternal Life!

poem by Thelma Evelyn Jones
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Young, Patriotic And Undeniably Brave

Discharged from the Air Force.
Married and living independently.
And at 21 years old...
I was then with wife,
And we lived in Kansas City, Missouri.

42 years ago,
Seems to me a 'century'.
And today,
At the age of 63...
I can certainly confess,
I am extremely blessed.

As I observe the lack of discipline,
Allowed by the guardians of today's children.
I remain very curious,
As to 'why' more people...
Are not showing they are furious?
And exactly 'who' are 'they' who speak,
Of values gone undisplayed?

With nerve to say,
How 'others' should be held accountable!

And many of 'us' in those days,
Were young, patriotic and undeniably brave.

Dedicated:
To those young men and women,
who 'still' volunteer to enter into the military...
for a cause that should be more applauded!
Bless your efforts, dedication and sacrifice.

~lsp~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today; Tomorrow

Today
It’s been five years since I have heard your voice.

Today
It’s been five years since I have heard your laugh.

Today
It’s been five years since I have seen your smile.

Today
Is the saddest day for me.

Today
I still remember like it was yesterday.

Today
I feel numb just like how I felt five years ago.

Today
I can still remember how I ran and didn’t want to stop.

Today
I still feel the emptiness of knowing I won’t ever see you again.

Today
I try and smile for you knowing that you are watching over me.

Today
I let my tears roll down slowly down my cheeks.

Today
I remember how you were so happy to be home.

Today
I still know that you didn’t have to suffer no more.

Today
I still try hard not to blame myself why you left my world.

Today
I sit here and remember the memories I have of you.

But tomorrow
I will still smile for you.

poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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