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Evidence Sought

How quick some people are,
To excuse those who abuse others...
By comments said to be made out of context.
And ready they are to protect and defend them.

But the very same people,
Will seek to look under every rock...
For evidence sought,
To reveal the exact time, date and place...
Someone else was born to prove they were not!

For purposes to stop and discredit their abilities,
And any intelligence naturally shown.
As well as an integrity with an influence gained.
That to many is obviously known and is sustained.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of The Evidence Shown

Throughout my life...
And others who could attest to my sentiments.
I have had others who believed they knew me.
To say that I wasn't 'that' enough for 'their' liking.
Can you imagine?
As if I was born to prove to them...
My life and efforts were on a rating scale.
To please their whims and noninvolvements.

Or that I wasn't a 'real' this to claim that,
But to be just what they said I 'was' or wasn't.
To demean any attempts I made in anything...
I 'wanted' to do to get done.
And the color of my skin,
Had a lot to do with that too.
Oh...
I got it from both sides of the fence.
With some painful comments,
Forever to be remembered.

Or I thought I was better than others.
I like that one!
Because I spoke to have others understand,
What it was I was saying.
I spoke too clearly.
LOL...
Seriously.
I have actually had people tell me that.
I wish I was joking but I am not.
I was told I spoke as if I was a caucasian.
As if I wanted to be!
A black boy living in a black neighborhood.
With black friends and surrounded by blackness.

Or...
Check this out!
If I really wanted to do what I wanted to do,
I'd move and go somewhere else.
Because 'they' weren't going to allow me,
To do what I wanted to do in the place I was born.
Uh...
Excuse?
Are you looking for an exit sign?
Because I am not.

Well...
Thank God I didn't allow their comments,
To ruin my ambitions.
Like others they have done with a doing,
Who bought into that kind of evilness...
To achieve exactly what the obviousness,
Of the evidence shown as proof of 'their' doings.
Not mine!
My wishes and dreams are not to be limited!
Period.
With an exclamation!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief

I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.

I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.

I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.

And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.

And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even On Sundays

When people begin using excuses,
To destroy themselves with self abuse...
As a means to show their abilities,
To rely on crutches that allow them...
A continuance to feed on discouragement.
They prove to no one,
They have a faith kept that is maintained.
Even on Sundays their routines are seen,
As being highly hypocritical and sustained.

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Shirley Sherrod

It was early Shirley learned,
She would be propelled to excell...
In the fight against the right,
For anyone to ignite...
Racial injustices.

Shirley told a story,
About her life!
Not to glorify the strife she faced.
But to eliminate misunderstandings to erase.
And edited her good deeds from a speech she made,
To entice a hatred meant...
By those who wished Shirley's descent.
Those who used deceit and...
Devilment.

For purposes to exclude,
Shirley's full and precise comments infused.

It was early Shirley learned,
She would be propelled to excell...
In the fight against the right,
For anyone to ignite...
Racial injustices.

Shirley intended to end,
Experiences with pointless discrimination some defend.
By using her position,
To effect better conditions.
But one sentence made and reported out of context,
Affected the influence to show Shirley at her best.
And she was fired!
Yes.
Because Shirley inspired.
Yes.
And those who supported Shirley,
Became upset and began to protest.

'We must overcome,
Those divisions some welcome.
We have to do this for ourselves.
Since where we are as a people...
Exposes a magnified sadness.
That documents a backward movement tracked.'

A fiasco started to discredit Shirley Sherrod,
With Black and White attacks...
That keep all strapped and attached to traps,
Must end!
Before the blindness of divisiveness...
Ruins a nation of various colors and ethnic blends.

Dedicated:
To Shirley Sherrod.
A USDA Official fired from her job,
For not only going beyond the call of duty...
But also dignifying the human race,
With her commitment to ensure justice...
Is there to represent 'all' people.
Not just the 'rich'.
But also those who are defenseless.

~She is to be 'admired'.
Not fired!
Lifted and praised.
Not disgraced by racists...
With limited days.~
lsp

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As Is Meant To Be Told

With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.

The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.

Watch them mentally self destruct.

'Who? '

Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.

'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '

Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.

'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '

It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.

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Some Are So Creative

When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.

Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.

And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!

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When Is it Ever Ready?

When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?

When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!

When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.

As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.

When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.

Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.

Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!

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The role of intelligence

Intelligence is to adapt and adopt.
Honesty, integrity and propriety
Are shown door by intelligence.
By intelligence the society is not made rich.
13.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'd Like To See What Makes You Qualified

I am glad you are here to discuss my qualifications.
Now...
If you don't mind.
I'd like to see what makes you qualified,
To discuss mine with a revealing of your evidence.

And please...
Spare me those explanations,
About following your job description.

Never once have I had a position...
That did not take advantage of my abilities.
Once I expressed my capabilities...
That I needed not to embellish with exposed facts.
And if you are reluctant I will understand.

'Are you seeking employment?
Or do you want to run the place? '

I seek employment,
Of course.
However...
To prove myself to be competent,
Would offend too many people.

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This Document Is Proof

Always,
There will be 'someone'...
Sifting through archives,
Dusted by time and cobwebbed...
Looking for anything done by someone,
To discredit one's integrity and achievements.

For purposes to feel better,
About a doing done to undermine one's character.
To then feel whatever sought and revealed,
Diminishes any respect given,
The doer of accomplishments...
Deserves and gets.

'Here it is. Finally.
It took me years to uncover it.
But this document is proof,
That there was a time in his early youth...
He actually was discovered,
Not to have been able to tie his own shoes.
This has to be exposed immediately.
What a relief.
I now can sleep peacefully.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Problem Solvers, Fence Menders And Division Healers

There seems to always be people prepared,
To discredit someone's capabilities, knowledge...
Contributions made and deeds done.
As if in the doing with such attempts made...
Will expose their abilities to be problem solvers,
Fence menders and division healers.

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With A Wishing Of Their Ickiness To Stick

Someone else's troubles aren't that easy to leave.
Especially the ones who come sharing them with ease.
And that one analytical chosing to keep politically correct,
By avoiding those who quickly leap...
On a peace they keep to be kept,
Seem to be directly chosen to be next...
For an elimination of patience.
And an effective tearing down of a peace wished to protect.

There seems always an excuse made,
To dump disrespect...
On those who have earned their peace to keep.
And a happiness one has been blessed to have met.

Even friends, foes and those people that don't know,
Seem to do this in a heartbeat.
With no regard as they break down the walls,
Of that which one guards...
When knowing not to answer certain telephone calls.

People know just who to pest...
With a pestering done to another's quietness.

There seems always an excuse made,
To dump disrespect...
On those who have earned their peace to keep.
And with a wishing of their ickiness to stick has been done,
Those folks don't seem to stay too long after!
They seem to do their icky sticking doing quick,
To then get up and run!

This they do with a dumping done.
People seem to do their icky sticking doing quick.
Then after their performance made...
Without apology,
They get up and run...
As if to gloat with pride by the act of doing it.

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Reluctant To Be Reviewed

I love it when I hear,
Others can do what I do.
And show a better quality,
In the doing of it too.
And like others who listen to this lip,
They have nothing to show to prove any of it.

And I hear those comments made,
From decade to decade...
As I continue to present my own evidence.
To leave them with the same,
Voices of critique.
With nothing concrete from them at all.
Or a doing to apply a witnessed technique.

People are quick to correct others' flaws.
Or what they suspect is a blemish to inspect.
And yet are reluctant to be reviewed as they do.
To expose a doing from themselves...
Any offerings to deliver,
What they believe is better than one's best substance.

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Jumping to Conclusions

No sir...
I did not say,
You were clearly out of your mind.
You are jumping to conclusions!

This is what I said...
And I quote my exact statement.

'You have used your political clout,
To ruin my reputation.
You've destroyed my ability,
To seek meaningful employment.
You and your associates,
Have campaigned to slander...
And smear any attempts I've made,
To make progress among my own people.
In this community.
There are more living in poverty in this area,
Since your last election.
And...
One in which has the highest crime rate.
Least amount of representation,
For the tax dollars that are spent.
And...
You have been in office for three terms,
Doing absolutely nothing...
For the betterment of your constituents here!
Plus your use of racial tactics,
Speaks for itself.
And you seek my endorsement?
Where is the advantage? '

THAT is what I said!
Now...
How you take that,
Can be interpreted any way you wish!
But those are my comments,
About how I feel regarding you....
Your political clout and influence.

Anything else you'd like to add...
Would come out of 'your' mouth,
Sir.
And not mine.

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If What Is Observed Is Not Felt...Leave It!

When I was much younger,
I would rush to the aid of friends.
Believing I could protect and defend them.
No matter what they did or to whom,
What was said.

I was the kind to believe,
Those I knew sat on pedestals.
High and dry above scrutiny.
And could and would do no wrong.
Then I grew up.

No one can sell to another,
Integrity!
No one can groom anyone,
To speak with truth and honesty...
If the planting of the seed is not there.

And no one can teach,
Grown people hygiene.
Think about it!
Mama cats teach their kittens,
How to wash and stay clean very early.
It is rare to see a dirty 'cat'.
But when one is seen...
Something in that head 'aint' right!

When someone begins to strip away,
All that which is believed one had witnessed.
And discovers it has been a mirage?
It is time to snap out of that delusion and quick.
With a splitting away from it

The best remedy for an awakening?
Is this...
Do not condone what is shown,
If what is observed is not felt...
Leave it!
And do not grieve.
There is no need for explanations.
Nothing said will be understood.

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Stop the mind games

You were always too wild a beast to tame
I suppose I have myself to blame
for falling into your mindless traps
Now crying and sitting on your lap

Your powerful grip
has set a spell on me
on this particular love trip
I can only now but weep

I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games

They have the same pattern
The are always the same
I suppose I have myself to blame

You pick up the phone
Then tell me you are speaking
to another lover for fun
Its only my jealousy you get in return

You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my trust

You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my time

You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my self respect

Need I forget to mention
You never pay attention
to me in public
Telling me to wait
For a better show in private

I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games

Why don't you be brave
be straightforward
Tell me what you want and what you don't want
May be something good can still be saved

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

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Shared Absence

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

They're on a mission to undo someone unknown,
But...
They pick and choose,
Those they hope have similar views...
With shared absence of any truth.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
And...
With intent,
These comments tempt a listening.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
And...
With intent,
These comments tempt a listening.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.
And...
Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

With shared absence of any truth.
People pick and choose those to undo.

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Fossilized Relics

That which had been great,
But unappreciated.
Can not be sustained,
On the strains of an aging memory...
Of that which was.
And...
On hype alone.

A significance unknown...
And over time,
Blown out of proportion.
Should be exalted and shown,
By a constant re-examination...
Of a proven existence.

But the flapping of lips,
Describing the influence...
Of this significance,
Is no different than a myth.
Covered by layers of dirt...
To one day be discovered,
By those interested...
In the collection of fossilized relics.

'You were right.
I have found skeletal remains,
With a skull attached to its back.
I've found the evidence.
I can now prove without question...
Their demise had been the creation,
Of a proficient and well executed backbiting'

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Rip It Up/ready Teddy

Well, it's saturday night and i just got paid,
Fool about my money, don't try to save.
My heart says, "go! go! have a time!"
'cause it's saturday night and, baby, i feel fine.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
I got me a date and i won't be late,
Picked her up in my eighty-eight.
Shag on down to the union hall,
When the joint starts jumpin', i'll have a ball.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
Whoa!
Well, ready, set, go man, go,
I got a girl that i love so.
And i'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.
Goin' to the corner, pick up my sweetie pie,
She's a rock and roll baby, she's the apple of my eye.
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.

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Rip It Up/ready Teddy

Well, it's saturday night and i just got paid,
Fool about my money, don't try to save.
My heart says, "go! go! have a time!"
'cause it's saturday night and, baby, i feel fine.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
I got me a date and i won't be late,
Picked her up in my eighty-eight.
Shag on down to the union hall,
When the joint starts jumpin', i'll have a ball.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
Whoa!
Well, ready, set, go man, go,
I got a girl that i love so.
And i'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.
Goin' to the corner, pick up my sweetie pie,
She's a rock and roll baby, she's the apple of my eye.
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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