Found Odd, Trifling and Out of Place
Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.
Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.
And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.
That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.
You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.
Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.
Has that happened?
However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.
And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.
No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.
You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.
And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.
Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Basic Decisions
So pitiful have become those choice allegiances.
The ones some chose to bond with years ago,
With a professed loyalty overestimated...
That anyone conscious would have let go.
Today it seems a waste of time,
To discuss how things 'use' to be...
With a locked frame of mind on times much changed.
Even those who had obtained good jobs,
Believing themselves to arrive at some stability...
To find their investments to retire on a beach,
Pulled away from their realities they no longer can speak.
Today it seems a waste of time,
To discuss how things 'use' to be...
With a locked frame of mind on times much changed.
So pitiful have become those choice allegiances.
The ones some chose to bond with years ago,
With a professed loyalty overestimated...
That anyone conscious would have let go.
But who knew those dismissed from such cliques,
Would one day discover themselves to be...
The bigger winners living on fixed incomes.
But feeling happier from basic decisions they have made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make Claims Of Your Innocence
You can make claims of your innocence,
To others who may be convinced of it.
Until your naps turn straight,
And hold your breath with a pouting face.
The fact remains...
Your claims are untrue.
At this time and place,
What has happened in the past...
With the lies you've told,
To cover your manure with fresh planted grass...
Doesn't make a difference to me.
I have distanced myself from that existence.
And whether you speak to me or not,
Without admitting what you have started...
With the dropping of your negative debris,
Has been erased just like you have been...
From my memory to believe,
The actions you've taken to such a degree.
To me...
You will always be a child.
With pretentions done behind a faked smile.
Seeking tolerance for your deliberate misdeeds.
With a hope to be perceived as someone with integrity.
I no longer think of you with it to know what it means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elected (live)
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm a yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
The kids need a savior, they don't want a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected
I wanna be selected
I never lied to you, I've always been cool
I wanna be elected
I have to get the votes, I told you about school
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Hallelujah
I wanna be selected, come on
Ooh yeah
We're gonna rock this place, take the country by storm
I wanna be elected
You and me together, young and strong
I wanna be elected
Elected
Elected
Respected, selected, call collected
I wanna be elected, oh, oh, come on
This time
song performed by by Def Leppard
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Initiated to Protect Their Diminshing Freedoms
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
Too many convinced,
Their way of life defended...
To them had made sense.
With an allowing to leave them,
To be indifferent.
And all today who now can see,
Have come to realize...
Their priorities lived have been deceived.
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
And now today no one can escape,
What has been valued...
Has been reappraised.
With a wish for comprehension,
And a spreading of empathy will come their way...
As more and more on warring shores,
Find themselves caught up...
To free their minds,
From a raging craze that with them stays.
Initiated to protect their diminshing freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reluctantly Seeking
In a world in which many have spent,
Fortunes to keep themselves deluded...
And so many more kept drugged on fantasies,
With preferences to numb their heads...
To remain comatosed as if in sleep.
It is apparent and not overwhelming at all,
To witness people like this craving to be comforted...
By myths more valued than realities that exist.
While dismissing those with abilities to assist.
As they highlight with neon their ignorance.
Although the price paid to keep them deceived,
Has dug a hole so deep people slowly awakening...
Have reluctantly begun seeking to find anyone,
Willing to erase and re-write...
The most recent events in current history.
That will not place too much emphasis,
On those in positions...
'Assuming' they were born with superior intelligence.
But discovered to be incompetent!
And completely out of their minds.
'Perhaps our methods that have been decades expressed,
Became misinterpreted and overshadowed by our intent...
To address our desires to always include everyone,
Without exception.
To reflect a greatness that embraces all of our endeavors.
We have 'always' maintained that in our actions and beliefs.
Our policies of inclusiveness are heartfelt and deeply meant.'
~They lost the last election.
Didn't they? ~
Bigtime!
How can you tell?
Is it possible you could depict them with 'some' sincerity?
~I am not that imaginative.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contemporary Freedom
I am who I am
Because of what I am
I ask for freedom from love
I ask for freedom from slavery
I ask for freedom from hunger
I ask for freedom from desire
You know and I know
That not all seeds you sow
Will eventually grow
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
I read there was an old man
Who bade farewell to his only son
At the hands of his own gun
Where his actions contemporary?
Was his anger or concern temporary?
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
Vivid imagination leads to frustration
It could trigger a chain-reaction
Hence the concept of mass-killing
Is born out of an over-reacted feeling
There is no cure or process of healing
Once death is the meal we are dealing
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
We drink with intention to forget
We drink but later on regret
And the people are walking
And the people are talking
Talking about freedom, freedom
Talking about a heavenly kingdom
Talking about their great grandfathers and their moms
Talking about freedom in any shape or form
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
And it does not make any sense
Why we always speak first in defense
And it does not make any sense
Why our passion for life despite the struggle is immense
We crave for human heroes
Those who started from zero
Their brave tales flows tremendously
So our fertile hope elongates endlessly
So when you tell a lie
Look your victim deep in the eye
Penetrate their mind
Find out what you can find
Because freedom is a lie
Because freedom is a lie
This is contemporary poem
Seeking for freedom with my pen
Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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I Am No Politician
I am no politician.
I am direct.
Every blemish and flaw I have,
I accept without regret.
I am not trying to win your approval
To represent your requests.
Nor will I disappoint you...
With deceit to later confess.
I am no politician.
Seeking a way to line my pockets.
I find that disgusting!
And I observe those who can not stop it!
Your quality of life...
With standards you behold.
Isn't my fault at all!
That your best interests,
They have sold!
You selected them to dismiss me.
To keep me and mine in check!
You elected them to suppress my dignity.
To keep my indentity distressed.
You chose them to divide and conquer.
By rules and laws
They clearly defied...
You now regret!
Why me...
You despise?
I am no politician!
My priorities are my happiness.
Not to masquerade with pretentions...
For purposes to make promises,
With intentions to forget.
I am no politician...
To trap you like prey.
And dangle you to capture...
As I make arrangements with others,
To take away the safety from your nests.
To portray in false charades.
I am no politician.
So voice your anger,
To those you believed...
Would come to your aid.
While on your knees you plead.
I am no politician!
I sleep at night.
In peace and at rest!
I am no politician...
Nor a hypocrite you will find,
Who will say something other
Than what is on my mind!
You can bet,
With respect...
I am direct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In An Utter Panic
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
Believing those of other ethnocentricities,
Aren't as competent to follow through on policy.
The same standards and qualities...
They have long forgotten and do not recognize.
Since their philosophies,
Have become more attached to distractions.
And these distractions,
Have become their satisfactions.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
And proving themselves to be as blind as bats!
They've succeeded in eroding their own values...
That now have dimmed in broad daylight.
They fight to create their own demise!
With a wish for darkness,
To assist in keeping 'truth' out of their sight.
Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
They are now on the attack,
Of those who uphold them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Along came broken promises
To abide was always her promise,
Yet to decide she was always novice,
To divide meant it was always demise,
Yet to unite was always nice,
Unity and division, she made a choice
The door she built with her hands,
By her hands she destroyed,
The path she created to make a way,
That path she used to walk away,
The same mouth that made the promises,
The same mouth that uttered doom
To live and to stay, she made a choice
The eyes that looked with admiration,
The same eye that looked with insinuation
The same heart filled with optimism,
The same heart that caused antagonism,
Reality and surreal, she made a choice
The same head that looked towards me,
The same head standing opposed to me,
Beacause it was choice, I watched,
Walking away made me cry,
But for your happiness I smiled,
The words and the actions,
The translations to promises,
Yes, heartbroken but I understand
You gave me love now you are gone,
Touching my heart, I was in a comfort zone
A closed chapter now we are done,
Behold, im looking like a clown
I couldnt be without you dearest,
Yet so hard being with you nearest,
The love and the choices,
Along they came,
Broken promises
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Current Expectations
That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.
When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.
'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '
~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~
That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.
~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Membership
How deeply fixed are your transgressions?
Is that slide you took,
Looking to hold onto a lifestyle of possessions...
Impressing enough?
Have you come close to confessing,
Just how low you will go?
Before your bittersweet taste to maintain a waste,
Of things begin to slow the urge...
To splurge more on common sense?
If it has not been completely shattered!
How deeply fixed are your transgressions?
Remember that pride you once flaunted?
You are close to seeking to pawn it.
For a few dollars...
And a pain no longer seeking to be convinced.
A dignity and pride has gone!
And you had been the one,
To pass judgements on others!
Feeling gossip was a delight...
To help you brighten all of your 'tomorrows'.
You felt so right and privileged.
It showed on your moistened lips.
However...
A despair you feel severely now...
Comes to dampen your 'Gucci'-ed steps!
Your ego is soaking wet!
And your pulchritude has found regret.
An upsetting remorse has come to visit.
You witness it...
Unload an unexpected baggage full of issues.
Don't fret!
Join the club.
A free membership dismisses segregation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Did We Get Here?
Some people will go to the extreme,
To get an attention...
Even if the getting of it,
Demeans acceptable standards meant.
And degrades what is valued with intent.
To then dress in costume to heighten the event.
Never to know or grown into adulthood.
And those who eventually become selected to be victimized,
Are usually those who closed their eyes...
Believing themselves unaffected by this.
While innocently allowing the ones to select and pick them,
As dispensable objects to disregard and perform...
Actions to define,
As a sickness a normal mind would not permit.
Then out of the woodwork unsolicited opinions come.
From those intellectual to separate themselves from those,
Created from the same fabric.
'But...
How did we get here? '
~Charading and afraid,
To reveal a parading of masquerades.
With a cherising to protect pretentions made.
And finding it acceptable to mask what is inevitable!
'Seriously...
How did we get here? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life just 10% of what happens and 90% of how you react
Life 10% what happens and 90% your reaction on the happenings
We are free to choose
Our response in any given situation
But we are not free to
Choose the consequences of those actions
Our actions,
Those governed by right principles
Bring positive results
Dishonesty in dealing can
Bring social consequences,
Depending on whether or not
We are found out
And
Also are our natural consequences
Fix result of our actions,
Which Indian Philosophy puts as Karma
That means our choice of response, in a way,
Is our choice of consequences
The important and decisive factor in life
Is not what happens to us
But, the way
We take towards what happens
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Stunted
Stunted in adolescence.
So sad to see them there.
Lead like sheep,
With no thoughts they keep.
Seeking to be entertained...
While remaining irresponsibly unaware.
Trapped and caged...
Growing older as they age.
Seeking approval for actions,
Found today...
Intolerable!
But these are the elders,
Who hid themselves in shelters.
Now they want to hangout...
To be accepted like the children.
And exchange with them,
Hop hop rap!
And getting 'down' with dirty mouths!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissal Of Fears
There is nothing like falling out of a tree.
That has happened to me.
Twice,
At least.
There is nothing like taking chances.
With a clear understanding,
There may be consequences to pay.
That has happened to me.
More times than I care to remember.
More times than even I...
Can remember.
And still find my actions,
Difficult to believe!
There is nothing like making mistakes.
Especially those,
That come to shake one awake.
That has happened to me.
Until running into a brick wall,
Made my nose bleed.
Literally.
And...
There is nothing like getting up,
Off of one's knees.
Stripped of an ego.
And every pretension...
I fed upon as a necessity.
There is nothing like falling out of a tree.
That has happened to me.
Twice,
At least.
As if an introduction,
To prepare me for a journey!
And today...
For some reason...
I can not pass a tree without touching it.
Or giving it a very long hug!
With the gratefulness,
I had the audacity to take chances.
And a dismissal of fears to live my life as it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unforgettable Conscious Actions
Unforgettable conscious actions,
Forgiven with time...
But not from a mind erased.
As those memories come with intent to retrace,
In intervals of intermissions,
As if to stay replayed...
Between wanted acts of forgetting.
It is difficult to pretend,
Not to be affected emotionally by them.
Since unforgettable conscious acts,
Remain in one's mind to be noticed.
And felt to refreshen a sting that hurts.
With a leaving of an effectiveness,
Remembered.
Like the first time one's faith is lost,
In someone loved and seen cheating.
Again! To leave one feeling defeated,
From a repeated beating that does not end.
Unforgettable.
And on one's conscious mind,
Are these actions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Balancing Of Sanity
There was a time,
When I would lay with mind awake...
And eyes open to contemplate,
My favorite seasons.
And with each one...
I would review what I had done.
And for no reason I would get up,
Before dawn would arrive...
To begin pacing the floor,
With a thinking of what chores I should do.
And which to ignore.
There is so much inside my home,
Seeking an attention given to come.
I then begin to explore,
The kind of day the Sun starts to etch.
And how I can avoid,
What in my head I should do next.
And if a cloudless sky,
Communicates to me...
That I should do what's best.
Well...
Who am I to argue?
I pray, exercise, shower and shave.
I may nibble something to eat.
To then acknowledge,
I will not waste a beautiful day...
Attempting to convince myself,
That a doing of chores had been a priority.
Especially if the Sun has invited me to go outside.
I am easily persuaded,
When Mother Nature invites.
And 'Mama' knows how I can be enticed.
'But,
Your chores?
What about them? '
Oh...
It's 'you'?
The good deed doer side of my mind!
Trying to inflict a sense of responsibility!
I contemplated them.
Isn't that enough?
I am not seeking to be rational,
With reasonable actions to master.
Nor,
Will I be bored today with the balancing of sanity.
I'm not going to give time for a scheduling of that.
Not today.
I am going to relax.
So go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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