Flexibility
The only people who seem to complain,
That others should be more understanding...
With a showing of a flexibility,
And a patience that condones...
The ones with deficiencies,
Are the ones who make excuses for themselves.
And force others to accept their laziness.
As the heights of mediocrity for them are raised.
While accountability and expectations,
With a lowering of standards become the ideal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!
A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bar Has Been Raised Much Too High
There is a standard set,
In the best of an idealistic premise...
To keep as a measure,
That checks one's advancement.
But expectations lowered,
Will eventually affect...
Those once kept high standards.
Slipping to catch the absence of discipline.
And with a mediocrity achieved...
To come alter the notion of ambition,
A proclamation introduce will claim...
The bar has been raised much too high.
Especially for those...
Seeking their need for attention,
And remedial assistance.
With no guarantee for achievement.
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
'The bar...
It has been raised again,
And much too high!
It must be lowered.
It must be lowered.
Please follow intructions to lower,
Expectations.'
This is declared from a robotic voice,
Programmed to monitor classroon activities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not a One
I don't accept excuses.
None.
Not a one.
Who do I think I am?
One that does not accept excuses.
Not a one.
Given.
Or forced to take on demand!
I don't accept excuses.
None will I take...
To receive.
Since I don't make them.
For you or anyone,
To believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether This Embarrasses Or Not
Listen Carefully.
Forget merits of integrity.
And those with credentials to teach it,
But...
Somehow have missed quite a few lessons,
In the process of 'obtaining' a permit...
To be deemed accountable for their actions.
Doesn't it seem preposterous,
Absurd!
Like seeing a hippopotamus in leather hip boots,
To hear someone vehemently defame someone's character,
For a wrong that was 'supposedly' done to them on purpose...
When these very same people,
Have not shown a shred of accountability in 'anything'.
But expect to be lovingly embraced showing up hours late,
'After' an event has taken place.
To then be heard embellishing truths with extended exaggerations,
And overheard making the same excuses used for years...
To dispel their lack of respect for anyone or anything.
But yet...
Will have the audacity to announce what someone has done to them,
As if a patience awaiting to address their whims...
Will not for them run out!
And it will for them end whether this embarrasses or not.
People who don't 'get it' don't seem to want to,
If it should mean a taking away of an attention they receive...
By imposing their lack of concern for others' time or patience,
If it proves to them these acts are inconvenient to consider.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No No They Don't
No one can express concern,
To those who only associate themselves...
With disrespect.
No love can be shared,
With someone who perceives...
A weakness is there.
Expectations are not too high...
When low self esteem,
Is threatened by achieving mediocrity.
'You can 'trip' if you want to!
By showing fools you can do backflips!
To prove that's what you can do.
And expect them to be awed by it!
You can even scoop them fresh ice cream,
To soothe their 'mooding' too!
With lips dripping from an oozing positivity...
You believe will impress.
With an attention that captures,
To arrest an understanding...
You 'then' can address.
But people like these,
Don't give a damn...
About their own mamas.
You can 'trip' if you want to!
By showing fools you can do backflips!
To prove that's what you can do.
And expect them to be awed by it!
But people like these,
Don't give a damn...
About their own mamas.
No no they don't,
Give a damn about their mamas.
Oh no they don't,
Give a damn about their mamas.
No no they don't,
Give a damn about their mamas.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Best To Be Prepared
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.
When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.
I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.
It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!
And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Did These Realities Begin
It has become for them easy,
To finger point, backstab, ridicule and blame.
With a dumping done of a nonsense,
To defame and shame...
Those who make attempts to correct,
The havoc of the ones who have chosen excuses...
To defend.
Relieving themselves of accountability.
And a history of backing themselves up against a wall.
But how can they explain,
An extravagant taste to market and promote decadence...
As a way of life advertised and enforced.
And a cause and reason.
For their failures they now wish to divorce.
And every bit of this has been a conscious effort to implement,
As standards they value with a pride they prize.
If not...
How did these realities begin,
For them to deny their existence.
As they stood on the backs,
Of those they held to suppress and attack to climb to heights.
To achieve the pinnacle...
Of accusations?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Best Conversations
Hearing people complain,
Reminds me of a child...
Who has been told to be patient.
But couldn't.
And did their spoiled routines,
To be seen in public.
'Someone should have whacked him,
Or her on the ass.
But that time has passed.'
Those, of course, are my thoughts.
Kept to myself.
And after learning personally,
That patience with sacrifice...
And the doing of those things,
That were right for me...
Pays in the delivery,
Of unbelievable blessings...
My patience has become short,
With people whining all the time.
It seems my best conversations,
Have been with people...
I discovered had aches and pains,
And at no time with me did they mention them.
Or did they give me a reason to suspect it.
Until I noticed a slight limp when we shared smiles,
To then walk away.
It's still amazes me how many things I find to do,
The moment I hear others begin to make excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fatal Consequences
Finding others to ridicule,
Because of the way they speak.
Walk and present themselves,
With a dignity commonly found in places...
Where people make no excuses for being themselves,
Is...
An environment where people are accustomed,
To belittling others and kept in practice.
With a choosing to see them conform to a mediocrity,
Many accept and enforce others to be...
Stereotyped and useless.
Illiterate in social skills.
Baffoons and fools.
And conditioned to perceive an ignorance lived,
Is the best quality of life to have.
With a feeding of this to generations that grow,
Worthless with no contributions to make...
But to be laughed at to add,
More suffering to their own fatal consequences.
And begging for an assistance to keep what they value,
Supported as if a sport to play and a self hatred as a goal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are two ways of constructing a software design. One way is to make it so simple that there are obviously no deficiencies, and the other way is to make it so complicated that there are no obvious deficiencies. The first method is far more difficult.
quote by C.A.R. Hoare
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When The Limits To Patience Diminish To None
When a patience known,
Had been unconditionally given...
With an administering to those,
To meet their requests met to be shown.
And people with their heightened expectations,
Can not be satisfied to set aside their undue selfishness.
To forget or not acknowledge to abide,
How patience becomes developed to give in the first place.
With a dismissing of it to believe it will never be erased.
And then one day...
That day many find hard to face,
All of the patience given comes to an end.
Never to be taken for granted again.
When all of those praying with a begging done.
With kept beliefs a giving of patience should to them come,
Become stunned.
When the limits of patience diminish to none.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lowered Expectations
Seeking to be challenged amongst those satisfied,
To have reached the heights of mediocrity...
And lowered expectations,
Is not a healthy mental environment to express...
A willingness to bet on who has a higher I.Q.
The only ones who would feel threatened,
Would be those who could not rap...
With their clothes hanging almost off their backs.
To leave a nakedness exposed in everyone's sight,
And not to be imagined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Ideal Man
A man of 360 degrees personality.
A man of many colours.
A man of many souls,
Suited for every single season,
Tailored for a fair number of tasks.
He is my ideal man.
It is not his outward beauty,
But his devastating internal brilliance.
A man of amazing aspiration,
Who issues incredible inspiration.
You are my ideal man.
A man like a magnet,
Drawing into his fold and bosom,
All panaches of people,
‘Cos he commands remarkable respect,
And radiates astonishing admiration.
That is my ideal man.
A man like Solomon,
Displaying incomparable intelligence,
Demonstrating wondrous wisdom,
Deadly dependable for solutions,
A consistent counselor,
And a handy one-stop resource center.
You are my ideal man.
A man of the people,
Sympathetic and exceptionally empathetic, ,
Firm but flagrantly fair,
Identifying persistently with the people,
Fighting with and for the people,
Sharing joy and pain with the people.
You are my ideal man.
My ideal man,
Lastly but foremost,
A paragon of a God-fearing person.
With biblical statutes his only standards.
A man honourable but humble,
A man of humility and humor,
A man of love, peace and truth,
A man of Godly justice,
Not fearing whose ox is jabbed.
He is my ideal man
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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We need, first of all, for there to be accountability, for there to be somebody who is responsible for enforcing standards and holding people's feet to the fire.
quote by Jennifer Granholm
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Strong Enough Not To Express Their Frustrations
Explaining themselves with a host of excuses.
Says many things about people like this.
And the one thing that stands out clearly,
Is a wish they believe is kept secret...
To have their insecurities accepted.
With a protecting no one neglects of this.
These people are always demanding,
Understanding.
With a hope...
That someone will come along,
To allow themselves to be openly disrespected.
While comprehending in a patience understood,
They are the ones...
Strong enough not to express their frustrations.
Soley for the purpose to have others dump theirs.
Making the act of this help the dumpers feel good.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ignorance Is Bliss
Why should I lower my expectations,
To accomodate someone else's incompetence?
Why should I accept mediocrity...
Because that's the highest the bar has been risen.
And anything above that,
Is asking for miracles!
Dumbed down you may be,
With a philosophy bordering on self neglect.
That's you and the way you have chosen to see your life.
But 'ignorance-is-bliss' I can not dismiss...
To skip along and whistle like this mindset is alright!
A drugging has been done to delight blind appetites!
Who wins a debate as the nation is set to flames...
With clear leadership nonexisting,
Is a moral shame being played out as a blame game.
And folks treating this like a boxing match...
As they discuss who looks presidental,
While thieves seek an escape hatch...is sick! Okay?
You can say what you wish.
But millions of people observing this,
Have to see deception being praised.
And the question of expectation that I have raised,
Seems the wrong thing to ask...
In these days when appearances are more important,
Than the death of reality in the minds of those crazed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I May Well Be A Mediocrity
I MAY WELL BE A MEDIOCRITY
I may well be a mediocrity
One who tries and tries
But never really inspires-
I may well be one of the many
Called but not chosen-
I may be more another small unimportant disturbance
Than one whose work is of real meaning and value-
I may well be a mediocrity
And an ultimate nothing-
Whose words are now saved by a new technology
But will be dust forever -
I may well be a mediocrity
Despite wanting so much not to be-
I may well be a mediocrity
And probably am-
In which case I apologize
To the reader of this
If there is one
For taking your time.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.
quote by Ellen Glasgow
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Twice Becomes a Habit
Doing what we please.
With the selling of our embellishments.
Has come under much scrutiny.
And a call to be precise...
Does not sit too comfortably,
With those irresponsible.
And others n'er do well.
Seeking a laziness to entice.
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
Some may see this as discrimination.
Not a justification...
To do away with incompetence.
And those who half accomplish...
What their intentions find difficult to finish.
These days a mediocrity,
Is being ushered from the spotlight.
Success comes with applied effort.
Not from those accepted as nice.
But aren't up to the challenge...
To get things done,
With sacrifice.
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
Gone are those days of going through the motions.
And adopting the notion,
Procrastination fascinates those with patience waiting.
Time is not a blind date...
Hoping to approve who shows and comes,
Out of breath with expressed excuses.
And annoying the diligent ones.
That tick-tocking on those clocks have stopped!
To abuse this twice becomes a habit.
To keep it fed becomes routine.
And refusing people like this,
From addressed strict agendas...
Keeps a purpose with direction flourished.
As long as it is understood...
They will always be kept in minds respected.
But their absence is welcomed,
When they are far away from strategic scenes.
Not to demean.
But to accomplish.
'No offense.
But we are here to get things done.
You understand that,
Don't you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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