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Empowered

Do you read and leave,
Without feeling the content?

Do you receive the message...
That is left and meant?

Do you sit and contemplate,
What it is that is said?
Does anything stay connected...
In your head to reflect.

Every word selected has a purpose,
To affect.
Those emotions hidden deep.
To respect...
Not neglect.

Each of us are directed,
To use this gift we have to touch.
And if it is protected in honesty...
The delivery exposes an effectiveness,
The receiver can not reject.

Do you read and leave,
Without feeling the content?

Do you receive the message...
That is left and meant?

The you have become empowered!

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It's In The Message

It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And that message is received,
As a gift to take.

It's in the message that arrives...
And one will take.
It's in the message that delivers...
A statement made!
And taken...
As a gift!

Yes,
It's in the message that is a benefit.
And...
It's in the message for the one who makes some sense of it.
And admits,
It benefits...
To believe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't Simplicity Easy

If my words are read for content,
Why do some believe...
Other interpretations are meant?
As if there is something to define,
Between the lines.
As if there are clues,
Deep hidden in secret...
AND up my sleeve!

If my words are meant for content,
Why do some miss the obvious?

'Come on children.
Today we are taking a field trip.
Hold my hand! '

Why isn't simplicity easy for some to see?
And if I chose to write something abstract,
And detached from most lives...
I would receive standing ovations,
For the innovation of it all!

'And over there,
We see an interracial couple...
Doing 'interracial' things,
Interracially.

And over there...
We see some people closer to their pet animals,
Than to their own children, family and friends.

And way over there...
Can most of you see those folks being respectful?
That's how all of this should be done!
Any questions before we go back to take the quiz?
Good.
I am glad this has been worth time spent! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much Can Be Accomplished

Substance with content,
To affect with effectiveness...
Is the foundation of meaning.
With a purpose to communicate comprehension.
That's all an open dialogue should be.

And if a listening is done with a priority,
So much can be accomplished...
With an exchange of appreciated awareness!

However...
A stubbornness may have content,
But the affect of it loses its effectiveness,
When a kept patience...
Can no longer be expected to remain justified.

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Conditioned To Focus On Limitations

The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.

And 'if' that messenger had represented,
One of them
They'd be more inclined to pay attention.
But of course,
They have been conditioned to focus
On limitations to impress.
And not use their ears for listening
To a message they should address.

And it is obvious to those who know,
As to why most ears are ignorantly closed.
They want to raise the bar 'their' way.
But not with 'this' one.
Who has come to play,
Hardball with decked cards regardless.
Of what others perceive another should say.

They want to have it their way.
Even though their way betrays and begins to fade,
Those days of one's pigmentation.

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Did Anyone Know The Messenger?

What in the world,
Are they doing over there?

'Well...
It's a complicated story.
You see..
The culprit giving mouth to mouth,
Resuscitation to the messenger...
Knocked him out,
Because of a message read.
And...
Before he even began to read,
The people determined...
They didn't particularly care for his attitude.'

What did his attitude have to do,
With a message delivery?

'That's the point the messenger,
Attempted to make.
Then that guy called the messenger,
A bunch of names.
Then knocked him out.'

What was the message?

'Well..
I had to read it,
Because the others refused to get involved.'

What did the message say?

'It said...
Keep your faith, stay strong.
Love one another.
Seek and attempt peace.
And please forgive the messenger,
Delivering this message.
He has been volunteering his time,
Without any pay at all.'

Did anyone know the messenger?

'They all did!
That's what's complicated.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Will Still Be There

Take it ot leave it.
It will still be there.
Ignore it.
That is up to you.
To decide what point of view to give.
To accept or reject it as it is!
It will still be there.
To be discovered or recovered,
From dust and declared.
To be found as profound...
Or left unaware.
It will still be there.
Take it ot leave it.
Ignore it,
If you dare.
But wherever you go...
And with who,
Or what you arrive there with.
And why that decision was made!
It will still be there.
Doing what it does.
To be dejected or rejected...
Or left disrespected in neglect!
As it is...
It will still be there.
Being what it is as it can only be!
And there as intended.
To refuse or receive!
It will still be there.

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Fixed Within It and Will Not Leave

The thought of it is easy to read.
That is the intent.
As if it had been concieved.
And for you meant,
To exist and breathe.

Had it not been composed...
None of it you would believe.
And that is why each word of this...
Has been selected,
For you to digest.
Think about it and re-read!

And while you are doing that...
Think of it as something you thought easy,
To read.
Then think of it as something nonexisting.
You can't can you.
Because this was given life to breathe.

And each time it is read...
It is in your head!
Fixed within it and will not leave!
And your thought of it at first was easy.
Why should that be?
When I took my time to insure you'd be pleased.

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It Goes Without Saying

I need to hear it, one word from your heart
All you ever give me, is it goes without saying
You leave it unspoken, the message is loud and clear
Here in the silence where it goes without saying
Well it goes without saying
Im feeling like a fool for hanging on
And if it goes without saying much longer Im gone
You take it for granted, as if I can read your mind
Im left with a question that never gets answered
I dont want this feeling of wondering where I stand
I wont even ask you if youre gonna tell me
It goes without saying
How am I supposed to know whats going on
If it goes without saying much longer Im gone
Why should I cry? , why lie to myself any longer
If it goes without saying, Im feeling like a fool
For hanging on
When it goes without saying, baby theres no way to know
Whats going on
If it goes without saying much longer, I dont know how i
Can say it any stronger if it goes without saying much
Longer,
Im gone

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Dishonesty Is Given To Get And Taken

Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
To relish their immaturity and 'thick-headedness'.

Too many are dishonest.
And prepared to lie and cheat.
As witnessed by those much younger,
Practicing false beliefs...
They too one day will teach.

Too many are dishonest.
Thinking it 'cool' to fool and deceive.
And too many have grown older,
Without integrity or identities...
To leave,
Future generations...
With a solid effectiveness respected,
As a qualifying priority.

They should expect this from others...
As it is given to get and taken as received.
But this perception is not uppermost,
In minds hosting floating boats...
Circling until their throats are choked!

Since,
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!

Dis-honesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!

With a feeling to fullfill a need.

Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!

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It Will Still Make Sense

You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.

There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with sweetened...
And/or spiced lies.

You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.

It will feed and tease curiosities.
To please a seeking of depth....
Once the foolishness has left!

Go ahead,
Read it as it is...
For the rest of your life.
Let it dust,
And its pages curl.
Put it on a bookshelf...
Or leave it by itself.
To be discovered by someone else.
To treat one's mind to intoxicate,
Much like a fine wine over time!

It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not be condensed...
From a purpose that is intended.

There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with lies.

It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And for you reviewed,
Like a treasured document.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Count It All As Joy

Count it all as joy!
Even the pain of living,
You believe has increased...
Can and will cease to be.
If the grip you hold.
Loosens to let grief go!
And,
That is okay...
If it goes away.
It is not meant to stay,
To have you in despair that way!
Count it all as joy!

If you did not experience sorrow,
How would you recognize happiness?
Count it all as joy!

If you did not know struggle...
Or a burden to bear.
How would you know a gladness,
That appeared in your heart to share?
Count it all as joy!

If you did not know loss,
And the agony connected.
How can you appreciate...
A peace of mind and reflect it?
Count it all as joy!

Even those rough times,
Appearing along your path...
Aren't there to paralyze you,
As obstacles in your view.
To subdue there to last!
Count it all as joy!

Trial and tribulations?
Even take 'them' and celebrate.
You are awaiting,
To be showered with treasures.
Know it and keep 'that' to anticipate.
Count it ALL as joy!

Maintain a steadfastness in your praises.
To God...
And do not for a moment,
Contemplate a doubt in hesitation.
God prepares every wish to be delivered.
Know you are blessed,
With each test you receive!
Perceiving 'this' as it is!
Depend on this.
And count it all as joy.

Dedicated:
Mrs. Eula Shamberger
Hartford, Connecticut

'Thank you, Eula.
This has been the first time I have been inspired
to begin and finish a composition in the presence
of the person who provided that inspiration!
We both were there in your office January 29th 2008
when you said 'Count It All As Joy'. And I could not
leave until this 'poem' was completed in its entirety!
THAT has never happened to me before. This was
indeed a message...a blessing! And I am very grateful! '

Lawrence

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To Get One's Point Across

It is not easy,
To capture the attention of the minds today.
Whatever the message relayed,
Has to be quick with a meaning attached to it.
With content that is agreed upon,
To leave those listening...
With some comprehension left to discuss.

And...
If delivering the message naked,
There is a benefit of an allowance...
To have what is not heard when first spoken,
Requested to be said over and over again.
From every possible angle to get one's point across.
Ensuring the bare essentials are remembered and understood.

Today...
We must try 'everything' deemed necessary,
To reach the minds of our overexposed children...
With a purpose to prepare them and their minds,
For the world in which we live.
Protecting them from reality is not going to do it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Stinging From A Venomous Tongue

What's been done...
Will always come back to be,
Left for another...
To be delivered,
And...received.
With a stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stunning meaning to leave stung.

And,
Deserved...
When,
Someone gets to receive...
A stunning meaning to leave stung.
From,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
A stinging from a venomous tongue.

And,
Deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.

It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
A stinging of it meant to be done.

It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
From someone with a venomous tongue.

It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Can

I don't necessarily ask that you agree.
Or assess me personally.
Whether we have ever met...
Or if that becomes a possibility.

And yet...
What I do wish for us,
Is an ability to discuss and grow.
To let one another know...
Our thoughts can be exchanged!
And we are listening.
From within our hearts.
With an honesty that remains.

And inside our minds from where it starts,
An awareness of a caring begins.
To leave us realizing...
We are there and available to receive.
If we allow ourselves to believe,
We can receive and be free of restrictions.

And we will comprehend,
Without feeling a need to offend...
In condescending contradictions.
To patronize insecurities suspected.
But wishing to send forward,
Instead...
An understanding desired.
That is given.

And that is all I ask,
We can to each other give.

Note:
Barack Obama and his campaign message
of 'We Can' seems such an appropriate theme
for today. And I agree that 'We Can' in varying ways
that unite and inspire a people to finally achieve a collective
understanding.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Pursuit Of 'Things

My faith and trust,
One placed in others...
Has begun to fade away.
With a keeping of a few...
I know to be honest and true.
That they are.
And from me to them I am too!
So my circle of contacts...
Are limited to those,
I know are of truth!

Many who have decided,
Their lives should be spent...
In the pursuit of 'things',
That have hollow content...
From me will get no argument.
And from me they receive,
My respectful distance...
With an absence meant!
That is free of thought or feeling,
Of resentment.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost As A Treasured Experience

If it was not meant to be taken seriously,
None of it would have been given to be taken
With a purpose to receive,
And comprehend its meaning.

Instead of comprehending the meaning of it,
It has been left to sit
As of its existence is there to provide,
One a uselessness.

And one who has decided,
That all there is to it was to use
Until the nourishment from it was exhausted.
Then an exhaustion from taking it for granted
Leaves.

If
It was not meant to be taken seriously,
What is the purpose for any of it to exist.
Just to please the existing of the unimportance,
To prioritize an increasing toleration of nonsense.

And
If nonsense continues to increase,
The purpose of witnessing any of this
Diminishes in value to be lost as a treasured experience.
Never to have been found worthy of its priceless blessing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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