Embarrassing Predicament
If everything had been given to him,
As has been rumored and believed.
Where did he obtain that work ethic from?
And how was that achieved?
'That is what has been given to him.
And that is what folks unbelieving,
Can not conceive.
Although that is clearly seen! '
But if he is the lazy one...
What have the others done?
'Good question.
Perhaps that is why they remain in hiding.
There is nothing like the exposure of full disclosure.
Or the silence heard from one producing.
Unseduced by rumors, innuendo or slander.'
Or an embarrassing predicament,
Experienced by fools with minds confused.
Who still find excuses to meander.
'Either way.
He gets done what he does,
With very little to say.
He needs to be teaching that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Over the Place
They've allowed innuendo to grow.
Slander to meander.
Petty gossip to pop up!
Nosiness to remain top on their lists.
And questionable 'christian' values,
To determine 'how' to acknowledge themselves.
And no one has an identity they show...
Or can say they 'know' to pride!
Apparently that has been sacrificed
For the right to express indignities...
With a disrespect shown and owned.
'WHERE are you going with 'this'? '
I am not going anywhere with it!
In fact...
This crap is all over the place!
And I can't get it off my welcome mat!
Even with the use of tact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
song performed by by Survivor
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Inactivity Created
Lazy.
A feast of ignorance,
Has fed them well.
Lazy.
Delusionists speak of their triumphs.
Glorify in imaginations.
Party in their sweat.
Yet few work...
To where they need to get!
Lazy.
Creatures seeking credentials.
But absent of common sense.
Lazy.
Exhausted from thoughts!
With no intent meant.
Lazy.
Approached to verify all they claim.
And when there is nothing there...
They play the blame game.
Accusing some of being 'lucky' in life...
And every excuse they use is lame.
Lazy.
They watch a way of life diminish.
Lazy.
They wish their fantasies replenished.
Lazy.
But when a working ethic isn't there to be done,
They point a finger at everyone.
And more like them are relieved...
So many like them believe,
If it had not been for someone else...
Success they too could achieve.
But those who bust their butts can see...
These folks appreciate,
Only another pretention they can make!
And taking time to waste.
But don't call them...
Lazy.
That's a word they hate!
But keep dates with it to salivate...
An inactivity created!
There is no debate,
To contemplate this observation.
They are without hesitation of doubt...
Lazy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Ewww...
That's awful! '
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!
Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...'
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
'Don't say it!
Not with...'
Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.
'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Dawning to Be Reaped
It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.
It is unfolding and unloading,
That which comes to bestow...
A revealing,
Of a new plateau...
To behold for all to know.
And we who live are in the midst of it.
Here to adjust,
And witness this.
It is unfolding...
The disclosure of a new plateau.
It is unfolding to expose,
Those old beliefs to let go.
There is a dawning to be reaped.
Introducing us to different beliefs.
It is unfolding,
To leave...
Opportunities that will be released.
It is unfolding within reach.
No matter what the past teaches us to seek.
It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.
There is a dawning to be reaped,
And imposing.
Not a doubt about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gazing In A Daze At The Scenery
To play someone cheap,
Is an expensive undertaking...
For someone accustomed to riding,
In the passenger's seat.
Gazing,
As one who is comfortable does...
Feeling free to daze,
At the scenery.
And not be concerned,
To question the abilities of the driver.
The one who is thoughtlessly considered,
Not to be able to multi-task.
But not a bump on a treacherous road,
Has been felt.
In fact...
Those who have ridden in the past,
Assumed for this driver...
The rode taken had always been paved!
How does one believe,
These skills have been acquired?
This does not happen,
By hearsay gossiped...
Or transmitted by way of rumored innuendo.
This event experienced,
Had to have taken time to develop...
For the nurturing of it to go undetected.
As a smoothness delivered goes unnoticed.
Almost as if...
There is an automatic switch to 'on',
One hits.
Without giving a single thought to it!
Or drips a bit of sweat...
From a cool brow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Influence That Lacked Integrity
I've witnessed manipulators,
Come and go.
A few had used techniques...
As easily as massaging a couple of egos.
Knowing who to dupe,
And which ones were shallow.
And then there were those,
Who chose to rub shoulders...
After searching whom first to cuddle.
To obtain their confidence,
In secret huddles.
And with influence that lacked integrity,
These criminals had begun their rise...
To heights of incompetence.
With the aid of excuses...
And defending companions,
By their side.
To then be rewarded and applauded...
For deeds achieved.
While hiding the fact...
They were actually crooks and thieves.
Dumbfounding the blind,
Who still followed them close behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expectations Are Too High
If what is believed is so easy.
As it is perceived and rumored to be.
Why do so many express less interest?
To denounce those doing it,
Do it without a labored effort.
Or an agonizing heard as an input.
While others suspend the notion of hard work...
To be something that is monitored from 9 to 5.
Leaving a majority to whine and cry,
That expectations are too high.
And those salaries that are paid,
For their avoidance to do any work at all...
Is too low!
And a 'luck' has been bestowed upon those,
Who enjoy what it is done they do.
With few getting paid to complain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How do you work?
How do you work when you’re not in the mood
Your work is sloppy, mediocre and no good
You are insensitive to the world around you
You are out of sync and don’t have a clue
How do you work when your coworker gets a raise
Because that person kisses your boss’ arse always
You worked harder but he gets all the recognition
Tell me how you work in such situation
How do manage to smile at your coworker
When you know that person is a backstabber
That no good somebody you thought was a friend
Would despise and dessert you in the end
Amidst all this, how do you keep yourself sane
You can’t escape this predicament you are in
How do you work is my question my friend
Until next time, ‘til we meet again
poem by Alfredo Alave
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Talking Trash on South Beach
"Talking Trash on South Beach"
When I first mentioned
I was getting out of Cleveland
to join another team
with a few players I believed in (I heard a lot rumors)
folks were saying we couldn't win
no one would believe in us
Chicago and Boston was unbeatable
we lack cohesiveness
and it only got worse
as sub-par teams started beating us…..
but we came together as a team
found our stride,
started believing in one another
pushed our egos aside
we stopped listening to rumors
played our own tune
four and a half months later
we were playing in June (for a championship)
we didn't get to win it all
I guess it was way too soon
but one thing is for certain
we proved all those naysayers wrong.
poem by Bernard Snyder
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Depthless Masquerades
They see a vulnerability
And believe to themselves
That is the sum of me.
I do not mine the exposure of my mind.
To have some find me
A fool sometimes.
But they can not see
From the eyes of this fool...
A shallowness they perceive,
Is deep under this skin.
And travels far beyond them!
As they conceive a life they live...
On surfaces of thin density.
Without probing thoughts...
To exchange or relay.
Since masks hiding hollowness,
Is all they have chosen to portray!
And I am perfectly okay,
To fit within any...
And to sit and dip,
With all depthless masquerades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Into Titles
Well...
It's not like you are without options.
Remember that time,
You said to yourself...
'I wish I could just scream? '
Do it!
Scratch that off of your wish list!
'I'm so sick of the same routine! '
Comments like this...
You can now store among your memoirs!
Chances are you are finding 'that'
As a complaint.
Not today.
'You would think I was the only one in the office!
They act as if I'm the only one there half the time.'
Things are rapidly changing.
Have you called 'the office' lately?
You may discover,
No one is there on a full time basis now.
Well...
It's not like you are without options.
Remember that time,
You said to yourself...
'I wish I could just scream? '
Do it!
Scratch that off of your wish list!
I remember some years ago...
Being 'downsized'.
From a position that was being outsourced.
And offered a severance.
We were all ecstatic then!
Having never heard these terms before.
'Thank God we aren't being laid off.'
Some were heard to say.
Today...
Some folks are given two hours or less,
To clean out their desks.
And vacate the premises!
Can you imagine getting ready for work,
And the phone rings!
You answer pleasantly not wanting to be late!
You do not even say hello when you hear...
'You've been terminated.
No need to come in.
We will mail your personal things...
Plus a 'thank you' from management,
For the many years of your loyal service!
Your pink slip was mailed yesterday.
Keep your eye open!
Have a great day.'
It's been two days now.
And you 'still' have your mouth open!
Unbelieving.
Believe!
Some folks historically denied employment,
Were called shiftless and lazy.
I'm sure new terms will be introduced,
To accomodate those preferring to be considered...
As 'freelancing socialists' for a brighter tomorrow!
Those into titles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Claimed to Confirm
If a depthness of thought one has is rumored,
It is best for the one that is claimed to have it...
To keep it rumored.
Not claimed to confirm.
To claim it is to acknowledge that process of thought,
One has...
Is noticeable and may offend those who depend on rumor,
To obtain their wisdom and knowledge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ship Of Fools
Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I wont slave for beggars pay, likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I wont leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Dont lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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To Shut Down, Turn Off and Ignore
The last time someone said to me,
I couldn't do what I enjoyed in my own hometown.
That I would have to leave to find peace of mind.
With a creative outlook I had that sought activity.
If I wished to witness success believed.
Well...
That I achieved!
And it seems so many years ago.
In a place I was told I should leave and go!
Today...
As I think of those who said,
I had to go away...
To realize those dreams I had in my head.
I think of how embarrassing it must be to feel,
To discourage someone who reveals a determination...
That proves doubters only motivate,
The whims of procrastinators.
And my mama always said to me...
'I know you aint paying me no attention,
Pretending to be listening.'
And my mama was so right.
I've developed when to shut down, turn off and ignore.
Not out of disrespect.
But rather to protect my own survival and footsteps.
Some folks are inspired by deadends.
And I must admit,
The challenge of them and what they present...
Inspires me to remove obstacles.
And I have never been able to explain that to anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Encouraged to Discredit
They believed by discrediting,
Some folks...
That would put them in their places.
And those folks would feel disgraced.
But little did the doers of evil know...
The ones they were 'encouraged' to discredit,
Were responsible players behind the scenes...
Who made it easier for them to obtain certain means.
But ignorance,
As seen...
Has always dominated,
As a successful marketing process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dawn Finally Arises
Anyone who has ever remained persistent,
With a fluid consistency...
Has met some opposition.
And is familiar with negativity.
It takes the gritting of teeth.
And the biting of nails,
To prevail even when failure may be in sight.
With a nipping at the heels of one refusing defeat.
And suddenly it seems,
That nothing but nightmares...
Have come to replace hopes and dreams,
When dawn finally arises to clear a bright horizon.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
It looks much different,
From rumors fed...
Of a dawn that would never turn on.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness it to see,
For myself.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
It looks much different,
From rumors fed...
Of a dawn that would never turn on.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness it to see,
For myself.
It looks a lot different,
The dawn!
When it is witnessed,
The dawn!
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness and to see it,
For myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Falcon
They're near cracking.
And tracking a balloon,
On rumors.
They're near cracking.
And hoping that ballon lands soon.
A boy is claimed to be alone.
And flying on his own,
Alone...
High in the sky and crying.
But he was found to not have flown.
And hiding in a box.
Hoping that his daddy wouldn't fuss at him a lot.
They're near cracking.
And tracking a balloon,
On rumors.
They're near cracking.
And hoping that ballon lands soon.
'Falcon? '
~Yes, daddy? ~
'Falcon? '
~Yes, daddy? ~
'Falcon no more hiding to start rumors.'
'Falcon? '
~Yes, daddy? ~
'Falcon? '
~Yes, daddy? ~
'Falcon no more hiding to start rumors.'
'Falcon? '
~Yes, daddy? ~
'Falcon? '
~Yes, daddy? ~
'Falcon no more hiding to start rumors.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The stone in you
It is your silence
That is full, and dark and deep
Impenetrable
A vast desert
Spreading in a mirage
Dry, deserted, so lonely
To ever conceive
There is no music of the dunes
There are no palms, no trees
In your wordless existence
I am giving you
My full attention
You’re being alone in your deep darkness
The dawning may not come
I have not heard the sound
Of the coming of the sun
Because of your ego
Thick and tall
The silence that blocks you
To have life
In the stone that is you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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