Even If They Have to Annoy
Why do they waste time,
Trying to find the deeds of others...
Insignificant!
When their own activities,
Produce little to none at all.
None to announce a coming stampede,
To awaken a sleeping community with news!
These folks are not that tremendous.
Nor are their jaw dropping, heart stopping
Accomplishments!
And they elaborate in detail,
About the years they have spent...
Doing something of relevance,
For some cause somewhere...
Somehow.
For someone...
At one time or another.
But it is not the insignificance found,
They question.
As much as it is the time those find,
Pointing out what others are not doing...
To highlight the obviousness of their lack of inactivity!
These folks want attention by any means necessary.
Even if they have to annoy to get it!
And they can become quite annoying when ignored.
Demanding.
And obnoxious!
But they will be the first to tell you...
Why and how they do what they do.
No matter if that time has been given or not,
It will be taken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Sensitivity Business
When I think of me and myself and I...
I am often quite surprised,
By the little attention I give...
To being that kind of guy.
I've been accused of being self centered,
Many times.
But nothing I have done can define me that way.
Although, I admit, I did one time 'try'.
I tried to feel that I am 'all' that.
I even got up one morning,
Promising myself no one else would matter.
Prepared with a list of accomplishments to announce.
With a printing of them on flyers so they would scatter.
Boring!
Within twenty-four hours other folks were on my mind.
After I spent a day observing 'them'.
And losing myself within creative intentions to complete...
Some activity that would influence the undoing,
A lack of concern and the misery many find.
Oh...
This sensitivity business,
Is not cool with me sometimes.
I often awaken thinking what it would be like,
To have only wining and dining on my mind all the time.
With a clock to beat...
Thinking of retirement as I laid on some beach.
And 'if' I didn't accept early in my life,
That it wasn't all about me...
I'd be contributing to complaints on a daily basis,
Doing that as my contribution to community outreach.
I'm blessed to hear from others...
I perceive much better off with time to do that.
Since I am blessed to be self centered free...
And not have limitation on my mind as a trap!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hide & Seek
There was a time when there was nothing at al
Nothing at all, just a distant hum
There was a being and he lived on his own
He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do
He drew up the plans, learnt to work with his hands
A million years passed by and his work was done
And his words were these...
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it, hope you find it
Hope you find me in you
So she had built her elaborate home
With its ups and its downs, its rains and its sun
She decided that her work was done, time to have fun
And she found a game to play
Then as part of the game
She completely forgot where shed hidden herself
And she spent the rest of her time
Trying to find the parts
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything, everything that you see
Hope you find it, hope you find it
Hope you find me in you
There was a time when there was nothing at all, nothing at all
Just a distant hum
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In An Appreciative Mood
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Spending time to offer sound advice,
Or constructive criticsm...
Delivered with a bit of sugar and spice.
Trying to make what is given,
As comfortable and nice as possible.
Some may not accept it for what it is!
Beginning a dance of denial.
Coming with a dripping of tears.
And perhaps accompanied with a verbal attack!
Do not react.
An exposed personality,
Refuses to accept facts!
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Be on your way.
And let them have theirs.
People are not responsive today.
To be grateful to another...
Who may go out of their way,
To show how much they care!
It's best to leave these folks in a pool of grief...
To offer an understanding,
That ends up going no where!
Do not waste your time.
Unless you have a desire,
To have yours devalued!
Some folks will never be in an appreciative mood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying to Please
By the time you decide
Your life needs more attention...
You might find you are still too busy,
Not listening!
Yet wondering whose life
You've been living and giving,
All your time to!
And IF it is realized...
Neither one of you have spent any time at all,
Understanding with comprehension.
Who it is you are trying to please!
And what it is you've learned,
About wasting time on others who can't see...
The misery and depth of the grief you receive!
You're trying to please!
And that is as visible as a boarded window...
To those who could care less,
What it was you were doing for them.
Even if they knew!
Some folks 'ain't' that connected.
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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!
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Clarice
Written by gerry beckley, 1971
Found on america.
Clarice lay down your mind, its there just hard to find
Follow me as we wind our way, away
Behind an open door there lies a million more
Follow me as we wind our way, away
Time is coming soon Ill find you (time is coming soon Ill find you)
Time is coming soon Ill find you (time is coming soon Ill find you)
Time is coming soon, time is coming soon
Behind an open door there lies a million more
Follow me as we wind our way, away
Time is coming soon Ill find you (time is coming soon Ill find you)
Time is coming soon Ill find you (time is coming soon Ill find you)
Time is coming soon, time is coming soon
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Whether Or Not I Am Welcomed
You don't sit with a wish,
That I be responsive to you...
Do you?
Those days have decayed my patience.
Delaying my own priorities,
To please others...
Have removed those activities,
From my need list.
And I burned it!
Guaranteeing,
I would not be emotionally revisiting!
Patterns of relied upon sacrifices...
Have faded away with yesterday's news.
I've learned to find satisfaction,
In my own selfishness.
I had to!
Folks enjoy abusing others.
And themselves.
Once I tasted happiness...
I became addicted.
Oh yes!
Not a streak of guilt,
Rushes through my mind!
None I am trying to locate and find.
I have placed my wishes as number one.
To get things done.
Whether or not I am welcomed,
By procrastinators.
You know the ones who come together,
To stir up fresh batches of hypocrisies.
Not me!
I've graduated.
I've been given my diploma.
I don't take time to find something wrong,
With my life!
I wish to uncover each moment of bliss to live.
And if I have to create it myself...
It will be done!
No time am I going to waste in someone's face,
Sharing miseries.
The world has produced enough of them,
Who are already scholars!
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Selective Obnoxiousness
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
Intentional and done to perfect what they do best.
Annoy since no other attention do they get!
Some folks make it their priority,
To make sure their presence is known.
Sometimes through use of flattery,
Much of it overblown.
Ignoring them is a challenge,
For the one who has been picked.
And responding with crude rudeness...
Gives them not a hint,
Those they choose to monitor...
Are not amused by it one bit!
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
And quietly minding one's own business,
Is like feeding fresh unhooked worms,
To a school of fish!
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Find Time
Find time, for this day shall soon be night
Find time to love, whilst you still have life
Find time to visit the sick and the old
Find time to embrace someone when they are cold.
Find time to love your family, and help a friend
Find time to invite a hungry person in
Find time to take a senior person for a walk
Find time for that someone that's lonely just to talk.
And when you've found time for these things
Rejoice and be happy for the satisfaction it brings.
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The Belief System
Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.
Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.
And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.
There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!
It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.
Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enlisted to Agitate
How can someone without integrity...
No credibility, discipline and/or deeds done,
To benefit anyone with time spent as an investment!
Be given the time of day?
However...
They do manage to attract the attention.
With opinions about anything and everything,
Given.
As if they have been authorized,
To expresss input with validity!
And they are there in droves.
Reminding those that there are some folks...
Who are enlisted to agitate.
Welcoming volunteers to solicit unhappiness.
Trained to catch those off guard...
And willfully recruited to participate in this infestation.
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Ascension
What is being built over there?
'That's the new attraction for this coming year! '
Why do they need another one?
There are enough of these thrill rides as it is.
'This is just a rumor...
So please do not quote me!
But from what I understand,
This ride is going to produce
The greatest sensation of all!
Look at it!
Isn't it the biggest thing you've ever seen? '
Yes...
Indeed!
I wonder what they are going to call this one?
'They have started a contest already,
To name that steep climb.
A winner has been chosen.
They have selected to call that, Ascension! '
That's a great name!
What about the entire ride itself?
'Deep Recession!
And after that drop...
There is a tunnel to take the people,
Through scenes of lifestyles flashing by...
Before they all come to a stop.
Once there they are given smelling salts!
The folks behind this,
Have had this figured out for some time!
Every detail of it! '
Wow!
I know that is going to be the rage,
This year!
'Deep Recession'?
That thing is higher than the Empire State Building!
That dropp is going to have people off their feet,
For a very long time!
'Oh...
You know it!
They are counting on it!
And check this out!
I'm told the ride is going to be free for everyone! '
You're kidding?
'Not at all!
I know a few folks who have already applied,
To become operators!
AND for top pay! '
What about you?
Why don't you apply?
'Ive been watching this being built for so long.
I've been trying to find a way to sell 'puke' bags,
With my name on it 'before' people even see this thing!
Or...
Find a double purpose for it!
Maybe insulate it to carry their eyeballs? !
I don't know.
But I want it to be original! '
When is it due to open for the public?
'Very soon!
I've heard they want it completed before the Spring! '
Before the Spring?
That's right around the corner!
'I know!
And I have yet to come up with a design! '
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Chased By Limitation and Jealousies
All their lives they sit back to criticize others.
Only to discover they have chosen lives,
To produce nothing to identify they had arrived...
Whether to criticize or not.
The importance of it goes ignored.
As those they found worthy of critique,
Often found themselves with little time to speak...
Between deeds and opportunities.
To leave those with time to find their tomorrows,
Chased by limitation and jealousies welcomed.
With an abundance of laziness...
And no motivation.
None to inspire...
What having a dream means.
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Sonnet-Time is Most Precious
The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.
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Sonnet: Time Is Most Precious
The time given by God is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures: make your life sublime.
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Growing Up In the Projects
You want to know what it's like,
To grow up in the projects?
Being different and taking risks?
'Can't be that bad! '
Follow me.
'Where are we going? '
Up to the roof.
'To the roof? '
Yeah.
I want to show you something from my point of view.
Now...
Turnaround.
Put your hands behind your back.
'Why? '
I'm going to tie your hands behind your back.
Then I'm going to blindfold you before I leave you alone.
'But...
I might fall off the roof.
Aren't you concerned about that? '
You'll learn to adjust.
If you want to survive.
And...
If you can not get up from a fall?
Maybe you were too blind not to pay attention.
Some steps some folks shouldn't take.
Listening and observation is key.
Common sense is precious.
You be surprise how many lessons one learns,
Growing up in the projects.
'But my hands are tied.
And I can't see.'
I use to hear that all the time!
~Boy! Can't you see my hands are tied?
I can't see where the next dime is coming from.
And all I get from you is lip! ~
Note:
Not too many folks I knew who grew up
in the projects became victims from the experience.
In fact, most of the folks became very successful people.
But...that was a time when expectations were high.
And many years ago when folks chose to have 'some' identity
and dignity connected to the 'self' and a growth process.
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Do You Realize Just How Talented You Are?
Those who are talented,
Probably spend less time...
Giving it recognition,
To dote on their devotion...
Of being creative.
In dismissing the notion,
That it is talent they have...
Instead of a love for what they do,
That attracts the attention...
Of those unbelieving,
The ones who are talented...
Are unaware of the discipline and stress,
That goes into the work they do...
To produce their best.
'Do you realize just how talented you are? '
~I tried.
But each time I stopped,
To acknowledge that...
Nothing I did would get done.
And it would ignore me,
As if I did not exist.
Choosing then to concentrate,
On other interests.
However...
I have realized this,
It is best that I do not pay attention to it.
Since I've noticed this allows me,
To do what I do to accomplish something.
I have no interest in critiquing,
As much as others seem to find the time to do.~
'Oh?
So you are not aware of it? '
~I love what I do.
Trying to find ways to define it,
Is too self absorbing and a waste of time.
However...
If you are here to deliver assessments,
Try not to be too insensitive.
This I have observed,
Creates a lot of friction.
And a stubborn defensiveness,
You will not believe.
THAT I know I can show you,
Easily.
For some reason that skill I am very familiar with.~
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Time
You use it up throughout the day
But no one seems to have the time
The good old days, they always make
You spend your time just buying time
You move with such a steady pace
That never lets you pass the time
For love, or money, or goodness sake
They’ll help you through this trying time
I’m still ticking away and turning your follicles light gray
What you save or you waste, either way, there’s no time to wait
With time on your hands, you have all the time you want to kill
In a matter of time, but it’s life, so it’s just about time
Sometimes you give the time you take
Down to its base like turpentine
Behind closed bars or free to play
Everyone is serving time
Way too brave or slave to fate
None of you can master time
Where you go, who’s to say?
You’ll find me, time after time
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As If My Breath Is On Your Neck
Take your time to find my mind.
It is where it has always been.
Here.
With relevance,
You have yet to discover.
And when you do uncover this...
It will still be as fresh!
As fresh to you,
As if we are viewing the developments...
Unfolding.
And you find I can still hold onto your attention,
As if my breath is on your neck.
And yet...
Your dissecting of what has been left,
So long ago...
Remains with you,
Of current interest.
Interesting,
At best.
But not enough to leave me curious.
Take your time to find my mind.
It is where it has always been.
Here.
With relevance,
You have yet to discover.
And when you do...
It will still be as fresh!
As fresh to you,
As if we are viewing the developments...
Unfolding.
And you are holding on in a disbelief.
At my command.
Remember this...
You can not discover,
What another knew existed.
You may try to recover...
From the 'how' what you now know,
Had been already known!
Not only by me but many.
Before you came along...
To find your thoughts had been wrong!
And how I knew.
And you,
Had to pay a price...
To find this out.
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The Broken Road
The broken road
I set out on the narrow way
Many years ago,
Hoping I would find true love
Along the broken road.
I got lost a time or two,
Wiped my brow, kept pushing through
I couldnt see how every sign pointed straight to you.
Every long-lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were just northern stars,
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms.
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent
Id like to find the time I lost and give it back to you.
You just smile and take my hand; youve been there, you understand,
Its all part of a greater plan that is coming true.
Every longlost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were just falling stars,
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms.
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you
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