Drastic Measures
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
If I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
And all else I have tried has failed.
Contemplating in hesitation,
I simply could not do.
An immediate solution is needed.
And with a quickness this should be heeded.
Delay advocates an acceptance further disrespected.
This suggests it is okay,
To continue to ignore with increased child's play.
IF I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
I would have them quarantined,
Without their 'toys'.
To show them and myself,
Just how serious their diseased behavior...
Infects.
And what this means.
And...
They would not be released,
Until the demons from them cease.
With a passing of my 'Show Me Your Gratefulness Test'...
AFTER an obstacle course,
The Marine Corp developed for children who are pests...
Has silent their mouths.
And they have begun to digest and comprehended,
Whose rules under my roof...
Will be given the utmost attention.
This,
If I should mention...
Would save tax payers millions paid,
To rehabilitate any child of mine requiring discipline.
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
And...
Establishes a peace of mind!
However,
In these times we live where decadence thrives...
As a marketing device to divide and entice,
Drastic measures confines those to 'rights'.
With amendments and laws outdated,
And much flawed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean Paws
These days call for sarcastic measures.
'You mean 'drastic' measures! '
No...
Those days have passed.
If drastic measures had been taken,
When first warned foundations were shaking...
Sarcastic comments about blind leadership,
That should be leashed by seeing eye dogs...
Would not be made to flowingly cascade.
To parade in mud like they do today!
IF those blinded by the power of 'dirt'...
Had apologized for not having clean paws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children Need Their Fathers
The mothers are now saying,
Their children need their fathers.
But weren't they they ones,
Who kept the fathers away?
And had the law hunt them down...
After having the courts chase they,
With warnings to keep their distance...
From these same children,
The mothers are saying...
Need their fathers!
And the fathers...
Who have discovered a peace of mind,
Are no longer trying to find excuses...
Why their fatherless children,
Seem to be out of their minds.
No matter who tries,
To blame their lack of discipline...
With no respect to others to show or give,
And put this on their shoulders...
To claim this is a reaction to their absence.
People who make decisions with ignorance,
Are always guaranteed to put their activities...
In the path of someone else to fault and shame!
'How many children raised by their mothers,
Compared to those raised by their fathers...
Have issues of discipline?
Or sit in prisons?
As a direct result of those who have created,
This statistic...
As if it had developed on its own!
Like hunger, homelessness and racism.'
~Excuse me?
I think you are looking for the excelerated classrooms.
You've stepped into a remedial one,
By mistake.~
'I'm sorry.
I was getting eye contact.
And immediately I thought they were paying attention.
Where are the excelerated classrooms? '
~Up those stairs, take a right...
And they will be the ones,
Where the light is shining bright.
You will not miss them.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drastic Measures Employed
I don't cater to excuses.
In fact,
When I hear them being made...
They instantly annoy.
Those who test the patience of others,
Eventually discover their 'ways' rejected.
Leaving them to wonder,
What it is that they've done.
When a routine has without doubt,
Disrespected to overdo and over-run...
To overkill with a doing done,
Drastic measures employed...
Must go into immediate effect.
With no exceptions expressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kids I Once Knew Had Specific Chores
We knew fear but not excuses...
Where I grew up and lived as a kid.
Plus we were too competitive...
With a daring done to prove we weren't afraid.
And much too inquisitive about life,
Back in those days...
When we were taught to be respectful.
And all of the kids I once knew had specific chores,
Assigned to do to get done.
With a doing of them first or face the consequences.
To 'then' be followed by the doing of any school homework.
I am not one to say the children today are lazy.
Nor am I one to pass judgement on the obvious,
To argue in debate or heated discussion with those offended.
Since today there is a difference between being 'smart',
And having common sense.
Intellectualizing what is obviously a detriment,
I leave to those still trying to impress...
There elementary school teachers.
There is a technology involved a lot of children use,
Without using their heads like we once had to do.
And not being able to read 'and' write?
To then brag about graduating from high school?
Whether or not they attended day or night...
With an acceptance given to go to a college too?
I will not say is ridiculous...
Since to me that's my observation.
And I have had it being the one considered to be a fool.
No wonder they have no discipline.
Folks refuse to acknowledge the truth.
Or instill this asset within the minds of their children.
They've been given the right to do as they choose.
And refusing to listen...
So many have chosen 'that' to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weakened In Discipline
You must go inside now,
Children.
The hour of play has come to an end.
A fresh awareness of life begins.
And the children you are now...
You will never see again.
And that is our reality.
I know that for a fact!
That has happened to me.
You must go inside now,
Children.
No more play.
Your growing up,
Has just begun.
You've been 'done in'
And it's time for that to be 'undood'
With other surprises...
To treat those weakened in discipline!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When One Overdoses From Insecurities
It is extremely difficult to repress,
Someone with a tremendous ego...
Who refuses to address their afflictions.
That begins to ravage their every step.
One with this personality can stress the minds,
Of those who love them most.
Those whose hearts become broken,
When one overdoses from insecurities.
'Can you believe what has happened? '
~Yes!
A call for help takes drastic measures.
From someone not addicted to hearing,
Old melodies sung.
Or becomes deluded,
When a bull is taken by its horns with this done.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Restrictions Will Be Lifted
No fear needed.
We are in the midst of a leader.
One who is determined,
A discipline comes.
One who knows the value of hard work!
And one who is prepared,
To introduce it to everyone.
Serious and fun loving.
And determined to instill a quality.
When time comes to work...
That will be done.
And everyone will come to know...
Exactly what that means.
Fear not the rumors of enemies.
Those concentrated times are done.
That needed leader has arrived.
And no one American will misunderstand...
Just what this leader demands,
From every woman, child and man.
And no one will be heard asking...
Who is in command.
Restrictions will be lifted,
From anyone once lost in confusion.
Those days...
Like deceptions and fantasies,
Have gone!
Very few will concern themselves,
As to who is afflicted with laziness.
In these economic times we face.
Very...
Few!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well it's a drastic procedure by your standards and mine, but for the people who are living in desperation perhaps the best way to understand it is that it seems no more drastic to them than circumcision.
quote by John Money
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Children's Special...
Every child is born with a gift,
and there is a day to celebrate it.
A child is your treasure given by God,
Be blessed so, and pray to the Lord,
for that child gives you happiness,
Gone are your day's of loneliness.
Childhood does not last,
Every child remembers the past,
It depends on how you groom,
Give the child more than a room.
A child carries an ocean of innocence,
not knowing it's consequence,
does a deed that is not desired,
Many parents have always admired.
Thinking of a day for children,
is a wonderful thought,
Cherish every moment of what they have brought,
to you with their playful minds,
which do leave a trail of joy in your mind.
Remember your own childhood days,
make it more than special today,
make the children feel how good you felt that day,
when you celebrated the children's day,
in your childhood days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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Chinese Junk
Beware of wasting hard earned cash
On worthless junk of tin and plastic
We must stop buying Chinese trash
Economy sinks, lest measures drastic
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Distant From A Discipline Given
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
With expectations limited to a failure praised...
And parental guidance,
Are never questions amongst themselves raised.
Well,
Simply put...
Many of our children today,
No longer fantasize about having strict parents.
Or...
Think of it,
As a human betrayal...
Omitted from their existence.
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
And 'we',
Seem so afraid...
To be their example of mature adult men,
And no nonsense taking women!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There couldn't be better parents than mine, loving yet strict. They disciplined with love. A child without discipline is, in away, a lost child. You cannot have freedom without discipline.
quote by Ricardo Montalban
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Taking Liberties too far
The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be
Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.
It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.
They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.
A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.
The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.
08/10/2009
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Mind of a Genius
To mind is to feel high, and to be big
Carried my religion, mine also.
My mind is just bigger than yours
Also colossal as a genius, afterwards
The licking lips of a child from his ice-cream
Shall annoy a sensible man who minds
And is intelligent, for ice-creams cost fortunes.
To a sensible man the pudding of bread is
Either money
Or food. We do not rest our minds.
These children may divide a scoop
Into their mouths,
Whilst we wince and wonder.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dad-Father
A father is someone who cares
for their child. He is
caring, loving, and a good person.
A dad is always there, standing by his children -
ready to catch whatever is thrown his way.
He will take responsibility for his children,
giving praise and discipline where appropriate.
He is unique; sharing a bond with his children that no one else
will ever have.
poem by Shannon Atherton
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Our Child
this is our child.
not just yours or mine
but everyones, that are born in our time.
a child is born every minute around this world
beautiful boys and girls.
these children are gifts from god.
and he has chosen you to be the one
who will carry the daughter or son
look into any childs face and you will see
that they belong to you and me.
the child has a bit of all humanity
this is the way god meant it to be.
these are the children of peace
the children of love
given to us from god above.
.
i read in the papers of childrens lives taken
because of anger, fear, sickness and hate.
lets stop them before it too late
put them in jail and throw away the key.
just so that children can sleep peacefully.
if as a child you was abused, neglected, and not loved
then it's time for you to change your life around
and not let these children die on the ground.
stand up and fight, and take
pride in what you do.
the child you save, could have been you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Acceptance Heals
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
Some wish to stop to grow.
To direct with a decision...
To have things go their way.
Blocking the experience of a natural adventure.
As if the ticking of a clock,
Depends on a decision made.
Since time itself...
Is a creation of man.
And where man stands...
Has nothing to do,
With the evolution of nature.
And nature awaits...
Such dictates!
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
And those foolish protective measures,
Keeps a wounded mind...
With no peace to find.
Acceptance heals.
Like one's faith,
Eliminates...
A stunted life that wastes away,
In anticipation to have a stubbornness validated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children Are Like That
a few weeks
of constant attention
all play play play
no discipline or responsibility
a huge sales pitch
children love
attention attention
play play play
such a paid
purchase price
wins a prize
endearing love
lasting loyalty
in little hearts
in little hearts won
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
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Trashed Actions
Dumping dupes and their doings...
To screw all those viewing!
Removing this to sit,
With unresisting peace.
Bashed with rehashed dissatisfactions...
And attacked by false transactions?
Trashed actions of this kind...
Has brought a calmness to mind!
Finding in these times,
To do what's best and quickly!
And enjoy a life that comes.
When drastic measures must be done!
Stepping over temptations...
That once smothered in limitations!
And trashed actions of this kind...
Has brought a calmness to mind!
And no longer will a self destruction tease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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