For This I Stay Thankful
Some may choose to rush through life,
With a seeking done...
That reflects an absence of appreciation,
To anyone or at anytime shown.
And becoming frustrated with impatience,
Never to overcome.
Only to complain with accusations...
Directed towards some 'thing' or someone.
With a point of view...
Guaranteed to deliver a headache,
To a few.
Or an 'annointed' unsuspecting one,
Who elects to get involved!
Believing to do so...
Is an obligation,
One fellowman has for another.
You know the kind.
Prepared to donate a lung...
When that opportunity comes.
And for those who choose this kind of sacrifice...
God bless them!
I do not lay awake at night,
Envious of Mother Teresa, Gandhi or Martin Luther King, Jr.
Or those devoted to hard headed folks.
I admire them!
However...
I am so grateful,
God has blessed me with a different calling...
That limits my cussing to a minimum.
And some days I go cuss free.
Leaving my right eyebrow...
Relaxed from a familiar lift!
And for this...
I stay thankful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Bask In Sun
Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
To be in!
After thanking God,
For opening up my eyes...
I went through an array of choices.
Hoping I would find no opportunities,
To raise my voice.
Let's see?
I did the cussing thing,
This past Tuesday.
Practicing choice cuss words...
Purely for experimentation reasons.
And keeping my lips in shape.
No respect is given,
Unless it is made clear...
Some professionalism is involved.
Folks love to test,
Those appearing calm and rested.
Then came Wednesday.
I guess I was still under Tuesday's aura!
Someone got me so pissed...
I took advantage of it.
And decided to chit and chat,
Until that heated into a nasty spat.
Yes,
I did dump some crap.
It was dumped and I was done with that.
That same evening...
I felt remorseful for the choice I chose to have done.
And that night,
I could not sleep.
Even the sheets on my bed annoyed me.
Instead of chilling out and drinking tea.
But even then,
In the wee hours rushing to get to dawn,
A cup of tea makes me pee.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday...
I'm determined to barracade myself
Surrounded by nothing but joy!
I choose this choice I inflict with bliss.
That left Sunday to explore and reflect.
And reject any negativity.
That kind of stress prolongs,
And drains.
How can a sanity be maintained with that?
And every Monday...
I choose to bask in Sun.
I choose to forgive and forget,
Those things done.
By me or anyone else.
Realizing there is nothing else I can do.
Not to lift anyone out of a boo hoo...
Someone else did,
To open another's eyelids to have the tears gush.
Those memorial weeps,
I am learning to sweep away.
Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
To be in!
After thanking God,
For opening up my eyes...
I went through an array of choices,
This morning.
Hoping I would find no opportunities,
To raise my voice.
And I strengthen each day to make that choice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind By Design
If you use it...
There is nothing you should fear.
Just don't abuse it.
Refuse to as you choose.
If you use it...
No dozing snoozing will oppose.
If you do as you suppose.
And if you use it...
Accusations will vacation.
Freeing you to cruise and choose.
To chase away confusion...
From your head that stays cool.
If you use it...
You can stop the drinking booze.
Or drugging up to soothe and numb...
Succumbing doubt that overcomes.
And if you use it...
There is nothing you should fear,
That's so severe you keep so near...
To pursue as a life that suits.
When to the curb you can boot it.
You can use it!
That mind by design.
You can use it!
I's one of a kind.
You can use it.
Use it.
Use it.
Use it...
That mind by design.
Yours and one of a kind.
You can use it.
Use it.
Use it.
Use it...
That mind by design.
Yours and one of a kind.
You can use it.
That mind by design.
Know you can use it!
Yours and one of a kind.
Accusations will vacation.
Freeing you to cruise and choose.
To chase away confusion...
From your head that stays cool.
You can use it.
Use it.
Use it.
Use it...
That mind by design.
Yours and one of a kind.
Just choose to use it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barely Noticed
I live life!
Free from trying to impress.
That seems such an outdated mindset to have.
To exist seeking approval.
I can understand that action,
When folks are attracted to one another.
But to live one's life,
Just for the sake and sacrifice...
Of pleasing someone else?
I'm not in it like that...for that.
Not like that!
However...
I do 'crave' appreciation,
Applause and standing ovations!
WHEN I am in the mood,
For that kind of attention.
Which isn't 'too' often.
Since I am a natural giver.
And I choose not to have my talents,
Taken for granted.
Do you now understand 'why'
I shy away from the spotlight?
It's just not my cup of tea...
To be smothered by fans,
And asked for my autograph!
It's soooo...
Pretentious.
And I'm not like that.
Not at all.
I'm self evolved!
With just a slight hint of ego,
Barely noticed!
And when it is...
That's rare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Their Point Of View
There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences.
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.
There will always be those who choose to see life,
And the struggles others endure...
From movies, widening TV screens,
Or binoculars used as they peer from behind trees...
To validate a faking of a wisdom often to be argued,
With the ones who have received their completed lessons...
Taught fresh from the trenches to prove with wounds,
They did not sit to observe someone else fighting their battles.
There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences, either!
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.
And others will volunteer as a sacrifice to feel as a duty,
To assist in securing freedoms for all as promised.
With a few who will come to assist in providing comfort,
Or express an appreciation and with respect...
To the ones who will always associate life,
With a feeling of mental and physical pain for their efforts.
And this is the view many refuse to acknowledge.
Since to do it they will have to admit a reality exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aung San Suu Kyi
Your name means Liberty
Freedom and Equality
Just like Mandela, Gandhi
And Martin Luther King
Your name means Sacrifice
Hope and Respect for human dignity
You are the last hope for all Burmese
Your dedication is fit for a King.
The democratic world supports you
And loves you
You are the Queen of perseverance
You are fearless in front of malfeasance
Barbarism, brutality and ignorance
Dictatorship always fails
It is a matter of time
Patience always prevails
It is a matter of time.
The enemy is scared
The junta is afraid
Words can defeat bullets
Common sense always defeats bad shots
This is a decent way to phrase it
Bullies are brutal
Because they are immoral
And anti-democratic
Be strong and energetic.
Your name means Democracy
Justice for all and Courage
The lion's rage
Will fade away soon
Don't change your tune
You are like Mandela, Gandhi
And Martin Luther Junior
This is an encore
Keep at it, keep at it
Stay strong, stay fit.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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It would have shown people that I was prepared to do that kind of work, although I find myself in a position now where I don't really need to and I could pick and choose the kind of characters I'd like to do.
quote by Garth Ennis
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Some Say My Contributions Are Political
Some say my contributions are political.
With a point of view that is fixed.
But who is living to exist without religion,
Or politics?
And who believes there is an escape from this?
My writings are all about relationships.
Not one is disconnected from it.
Some may choose from their point of view,
To see a separateness.
But from where I sit,
If you are living you pay taxes...
All of it goes to the government.
And the only thing that is 'free'
Are delusions.
And even those have proven to be costly.
With some political attachment no one can deny!
Some say my contributions are political.
And I say to them...
'The point that you are making is...'what'?
And who lives not to make endorsements...
Of some kind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Targets
There is something about a headache,
That keeps me from wanting one.
I don't get up in the middle of night,
Pacing the floor craving them.
Some might do that.
Some have a need for that kind of attention.
However with a 'how' attached to 'ever'...
I have been introduced to several people,
Who probably get no sleep at all...
Planning to deliver a few headaches,
To those unsuspecting...
They are targets!
And they too have no idea...
Those they may have chosen,
For this delivery...
Have a few surprises of their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In These Days of The Takers
Why is it,
That 'some' people...
Can accept hospitality from others.
Wine and dine at their expense.
Yet thoughtless about time that is spent.
And have no regard,
For those who do the hosting?
Or 'show' hints of appreciation.
Why is it,
'Some' people...
Believe it is okay to dropp by unannounce.
Pronounce themselves as being grateful.
And turn around and cuss those out!
Those that had just opened the door to their house?
Even a mouse tries to hide,
From a surprising unexpected appearance.
Showing more 'class' than these folks do!
These chapters lived,
And depicting those who are givers...
Seem to be more common,
In these days of the takers who fake integrity.
In these days of the takers,
Who consume without remorse.
Choose to leave behind disrespect...
And reasons FROM THEM,
Many have chosen to divorce.
And of course,
Those who have been defamed without shame...
Are blamed for not being further used!
With a debasing done by the ones who slander.
In these days of the takers,
Expectations they have are quite high!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Radiate or Shine Bright With Light
There is a couple of things I've always known.
My worth and value.
And there is nothing I treasure more,
When in the act of giving without expectation.
Some choose to be represented,
By things seen to flaunt.
As if the age of what is shown is priceless.
As if it could sit without reflecting dust.
Or tease with taunts,
To agitate an envy...
Wished and wanted.
While others consume themselves,
Collecting names to drop.
As if this raises them up a notch.
But these insecurities never meant a thing to me.
I've observed street sweepers,
With more personality and far more dignity.
People like that I see as really being on the top.
People empty of identity and purpose...
Could sit behind the wheel of a Mercedes,
For all I care.
They seem to be nurtured from a hollow crop.
They could drive from point A to arrive at B...
And still not have a thing to offer or share.
But empty conceit and hot air to spare.
There is a couple of things I've always known.
My worth and value.
And there is nothing more I admire...
When I see that within others!
And they don't have to have a dime in their pockets,
To radiate or shine bright with light!
These are the folks I admire and like.
These are the folks who excite my life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is beauty, admire it. Life is bliss, taste it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is a tragedy, confront it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is luck, make it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it.
quote by Mother Teresa
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In A Category All Your Own
Would I cuss you out?
Or 'will' I cuss you out?
Forgive me but...
I am not familiar at all with this request.
Can you be just a little more specific.
I don't mind doing it,
But...
You have to provide the incentive.
'So you just don't go around cussing people out?
And being offensive?
I saw that on a recent documentary.'
Of course not.
I am given something to ignite that desire.
Something that initiates the feeling.
You know...
You have to want me to cuss you out badly,
To provoke me to that point.
'I had no idea that's how it was done.
Depending on the situation,
How many cuss words could I possibly provoke you to use...
Within,
Say...
Five minutes of my nonstop ignorance that provokes you? '
You are visiting here on vacation aren't you?
And someone has become annoyed with you and sent you,
My way...
Right?
Either it is believed you are my perfect match...
Or something so disconnected in your head,
It is hoped a few of my choice words will tightened.
You are in a category all your own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Thankful To Be Blessed
Feeling Blessed.
And with each day I am more receptive.
Less inclined am I to accept a restlessness.
With a peace of mind,
That having an openness...
Achieves and gets.
And...
How you doin?
'I aint so lucky,
To have my life that way.
I have to get up to go to work!
And be annoyed everyday.
My life aint nuthin'...
But ups and downs.
I've got bills to pay!
And my creditors are always around.'
Oh!
So you're saying,
That's the way you choose to live?
Looking for something to complain about.
And deciding there's no reason,
To be positive.
'No!
I'm not saying that at all.
That's just the way my life is.
I can not afford to fantasize,
Like 'some' people who pretend...
They've got it made,
With no pot to piss in! '
Well...
I guess you do have a point.
I get up thankful to be blessed,
I have a toilet...
Where I conduct all my private business.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Approve With Each Nibble As You Taste It
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
What you choose for you and do,
Feel comfortable and live it.
No one but you can be you but you.
And make that choice to do what you choose.
With a taking of a bite out of life to taste.
Savoring it and enjoying this too!
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
Never try to justify,
The kind of life...
You like!
Feel comfortable and live it.
What you choose for you to do,
Feel comfortable and live it.
No one but you can truly approve...
With each nibble as you taste it,
Without limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What exactly am I doing? (Nafaka)
I swallow the fire so as not to be swallowed
Burn the thought on the sun so as not to be melted
Rush so as not to be reached by fear
Jump over the street so as not to be forgotten by a path
Drink all the waters of the world so as not to be drawned
Breath each possibility of the air so as not to be choked
Live so as not to be run over by life
Awake the passions so as not to walk in the corpse
Dream to stay awake
Travel so as not to stay
And I sing
Songs of heaven and songs of earth
Choose suffering so that I could laugh
Choose laughter so that I could cry
That’s exactly what I am doing
What about you?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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We Are Here To Do and Not Leave Undone
I have soooo much to be thankful for.
So many blessings.
Heartache, pain and struggle,
Are parts of all of our lives.
If we only understood,
we (a collective 'we') ...
Are here to overcome our challenges.
And not be succumbed by them!
If we choose to win...
We must stay in it,
With an expectation we can identify
As a success achieved!
An acceptance of what 'is'...
Would keep us moving forward,
Seeking fun and happiness.
And committed to be accountable...
For all of our actions.
And being productive...
Regardless of the circumstances.
Or...
We can choose to remain seduced by fear and limitation!
If we let go and let God do His/Her or Its 'thing'
In our lives...
More wholesome ones we would live.
Without believing we have control.
And we do...
Hold onto those emotions.
To select and remove the bitter from the sweet!
For an incomplete experience!
And experiences should teach,
All those who have truthfully embraced a consciousness.
That delivers to us our observations.
We are here to do,
And not leave undone...
Any assignment God has given!
We can only offer our stubbornness,
To reminisce regrets.
Protecting us in shelters...
Of a falseness that introduces more sorrow.
And for those holding on like that...
Tomorrow never comes to enlighten!
Inspired by:
Frances Jeffrey McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Ms Frances'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Been Done
This time my time is mine.
It has been a long time since...
These days have commenced,
To be as I choose to live them.
And not emotionally committed...
To be where my devotion is misunderstood!
I had been conditioned to believe,
I had a life to live unselfishly.
And I did at the benefit...
Of my parents.
To find my mother totally giving.
And my dad a humorous wit.
They taught me early in life...
That a black man walking around,
With intelligence is not rare.
What is done with the gift is the challenge.
And I should live to dare the unknown.
Unafraid.
Although scared to death!
Some have chosen to poison themselves.
And have become very successful at it!
While others have selected to be between existences.
You know the type?
Unsatisfied with everything.
Participating in little...
But delivers demands with lofty expectations!
This time my time is mine.
It has been a long time since...
These days have commenced,
To be as I choose to live them.
And not emotionally committed...
To be where my devotion is misunderstood!
Not today!
That's been done.
Today...
Lawrence S. Pertillar can say,
'God?
However 'we' did it,
It has been done.
And I am grateful to know I'm blessed!
Caring less who thinks I am selfish.
Only You, My Father...
Only You,
Know what the real deal has been.
And I feel free not to stop and give explanations,
About the kind of life You have awarded me to live.
Not today!
That's been done.
And to Your satisfaction that leaves me happy! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Accept Uninvited Guests
Choosing to live life as you wish,
Has its limits I am willing to assist.
Meaning...
A probing done into my private business,
May get you to receive one of 'my' wishes...
Gift wrapped with a fist on the end of it.
If I am pushed to produce anger.
And perhaps then it will begin to dawn on you,
I don't accept uninvited guests.
With wishes to appease themselves,
At my expense to be disrespecting to what I protect.
Peaceful I am and ready to offend you or anyone,
To defend my privacy with an unexpected giving...
Done to deliver unannounced.
A novelty to please anyone,
Believing I am to be shown no respect...
Is not my ambition.
To be accepted and approved as 'nice' or liked.
By those who perceive I want that kind of attention.
I will never be accused of being a diplomat...
Or a vote seeking politician.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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