Freed From Quantitative Measures
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
An evaluation taking place,
Have many coming face to face...
With what makes them happy.
Some are finding happiness,
Is not being self absorbed with the wishes of others.
And a desire to return to a quality of life,
Freed from quantitative measures...
Pressured by the onslaught,
Of egotistical impressions to make...
For the sake of being accepted,
Has increased in the exchange...
Of what is more valued.
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
These depictions have been subjected to rapid change.
With a simple hug from someone touched,
The only desire sought these days.
And a sincerity felt has become more precious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It They Don't Understand?
Why haven't they boarded the lifeboats?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
AND...
They 'are' aware of the ship sinking?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
What is it they don't understand?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our country's political discourse and debate are enriched by discussions of the political implications of our faith traditions, whether they are taking place in our communities, at our dinner tables, or in our places of worship.
quote by David E. Price
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Snap Out Of It
Think of it this way!
The time you take today,
To place judgement on anyone...
Will it make a difference?
When people are seeking to quench a thirst,
How many do you believe,
Have thoughts to impress with proper etiquette?
How many are hoping to approach their thirst,
First with political correctness on their minds?
Especially if that one has been critiqued,
By those giving their outdated opinions heard...
As if fossils undefined but creating their own refinement,
Believing themselves deserving of the attention given.
Think of it this way!
The time you take today,
To place judgement on anyone...
Will it make a difference?
Has it?
Snap out of it!
The only ones you influence,
'May' be the snails.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Impoverished Existance of Political Correctness
Political correctness
Is not definitive, by in or an outward of any projections
It but mere reflection of the times
What is right now
What guarantee of certainty for tomorrow
So these words in their impoverished existence
Could mean something
Or Could mean nothing
It's all an inheritance of chance
Gamblers know this game all to well
Another loss is the debt that must be paid
So when you speak of political correctness, express its possibilities of change.
With properties that can be rearranged.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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With Or Without The Option To Pleasure
Even one's desire to have sex,
With a naturalness that attracts...
Has become a topic of political correctness.
No one has suggested,
That those of a self righteousness...
Should first undress,
Before addressing with impressions...
That a certain thread count of sheets preferred,
Will enable the act of having sex more acceptable.
With or without the option to pleasure,
Consenting participants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Promised There Would Be A Return
Why the somber and solem looks?
The dark suits?
And the meshed veils,
Covering the women's faces.
'We are celebrating the return to our values.'
This reminds me of a funeral procession!
'You have forgotten traditions once highly esteemed.
Soon we will return to them.
And it will be as if,
You had been awakened from a nightmarish scheme.'
I am sorry.
This is just too much darkness.
'You see! ?
How much discipline you have been missing?
We promised there would be a return.
And here we are.'
What you represent has an absence of fun!
In fact,
What you propose is quite scary.
'What is more important?
Image?
Or the implementation of rules and proper etiquette? '
Ugh.
Ugh!
MOMMY?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Authority of Self Expression
Who are you to choose what I do is not suitable?
And...
Who made you the authority of self expression?
Who fell ill and was left crazed?
Who announced you a scholar of prim and proper ways?
Chill that lip around me, please.
My days weren't hand fed by a highly paid nanny.
Nor did I grow to know life through chit chat and gossip.
However...
I have experienced 'intelligent ignorance'.
You know...
The kind that is confined to reading books,
To uncover an interpretation of correctness and etiquette.
Written by someone who deplores common sense.
And suffocates from a corked behind.
That is the way from here it looks.
As if someone is walking,
Trying their best to hold tightly onto a thin dime.
Who are you to choose what I do is not suitable?
And...
Who made you the authority of self expression?
And...
Who announced you a scholar of prim and proper ways?
Who fell ill and was left crazed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of Improprieties
Politically speaking,
How much correctness is left?
How much of it is there,
Yet to still be addressed?
And politically speaking...
Where are those willing to confess,
The business of their politics,
Whether right or left inspected...
Has spent too much time,
On addressing correctness.
A tremendous mess that has been left,
No longer impresses...
Those most affected,
By the obviousness of improprieties.
And,
Politically speaking...
Who is monitoring the effectiveness,
Shown to have been neglected.
And reflects upon a declining of a social etiquette.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political Correctness doesn't change us, it shuts us up.
quote by Glenn Beck
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Proper And/Or Acceptible Public Etiquette!
I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
And the only time I am reminded I have them...
Is when someone says,
I should raise and not lower my head...
To quicker dry those tears I cry!
And to wear a smile on my face instead.
With no clue...
Or point of reference,
From which I feel such depth!
Coming as it does...
When it happens,
Delivered from my point of view.
And I do my best not to express...
That these are 'my' heartfelt agonies.
When upon me,
They choose to come to visit!
And not one moment am I in thought...
With wishes to entertain,
Proper and/or acceptible public etiquette!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My personal political convictions are rooted in the populist political traditions of western Canada.
quote by Preston Manning
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Test My Appetite
Some prefer and choose perfection,
To convey ideals...
Promoted to instill.
With a showing of a knowledge...
In a hope that this appeals.
And then there are those,
Who have chosen to be real.
Grounded and solid of sound minds.
To find they are critiqued...
By those of the pretentious kind.
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
In these times,
I will nourish first...
Before rehearsing any refinement,
I've learned from the past.
But today does not work.~
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
Go ahead!
Test my appetite!
I dare you.
Leave that stew.
And I'll show you what can be done with it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am a journalist in the field of etiquette. I try to find out what the most genteel people regularly do, what traditions they have discarded, what compromises they have made.
quote by Amy Vanderbilt
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Whether They Are Participants Or Not
In support of some traditions,
That should remain unchanged.
To smear and diminish them,
Should leave those responsible...
Feeling both ashamed and blamed.
There is no documenting of discipline,
When this occurs.
Depending on who is involved.
And whose peace has been stirred!
'Some' traditions should be kept valued,
Like treasures to admire and respect.
Although there are some traditions,
That are questionable!
And they are the ones that initiate public unrest.
With the creation of havoc.
And the calling of police to make arrests.
These traditions are nothing more,
Than some folks approving...
Getting their frustrations off of their chests.
And the taxpayers are issued the bill.
Whether they are participants or not.
It's the old, 'I'll do as I please.
And set my own agenda.'
From a certain group of folks,
Believing their destruction...
Are acts of good natured fun when done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion
Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires
You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love
Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood
When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety
I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy
And Yet
They All Want Us
Out
Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right
And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Un Cult Of Multiculturalism
The UN mindless cult of multiculturalism caper,
Pompous political correctness wrapped up in fancy paper,
The United Nations will direct us where to go and what to do,
And please Canada, get to the back of the international queue.
Because special-interest groups have much more diversity and clout,
They know how their UN friends vote and what the UN is about,
And that big boatload of refugees doesn’t have citizenships yet,
You are not behaving in a proper UN manner, we regret.
And if you quit the UN, you will be an international disgrace,
We will find some weird little dictatorship to take your place,
Because democracies are not our favorite type of member,
If you looked around you may have noticed this, if you remember.
Oct 23rd 2010
poem by James Bredin
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The Man, The Demon
I tell you this man spits out so many ideas in a day
How is it even possible
Their is just no way
Maybe not a man
A demon of sorts
With talents as every resort
Lighting coming out of his finger tips
He hiccups and there's another
Not all as brilliant
Not all as defiant
Each their own unique characteristics
He builds stories upon stories with nothing other then a fountain pen
He is the best writer I have ever known
With proper etiquette that defies all sense of being
With his words he has shown
As I just a simple man continue seeing
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Nothing Is Impossible
I do hope your world,
Is treating you fine.
Afterall,
There has been countless of times.
You would laugh at mine.
With a tolerance I accepted.
It seems today,
Impatience you find.
With a discovery of disappointments.
And in my world disappointments are acknowledged.
Accepting imperfections as a means to grow.
But you wouldn't know anything about that.
Since your etiquette for proper standards,
And your status to acquire political corretness...
Frees you to excuse your despairs,
As a means to pass your judgements.
I understand.
And I do hope your world,
Is treating you fine.
Afterall,
There has been countless of times
You would laugh at mine.
With a tolerance I accepted.
Who knows?
Maybe I'll find your world attractive one day.
Nothing is impossible.
Or
Perhaps,
Maybe I should give that 'impossibility' more thought?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong Timing
when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion
then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires
you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love
yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood
when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety
i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy
and yet
they all want us
out
just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right
and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:
why do you talk too much?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life From Another Point of View
It was suggested,
That I should change my perceptions...
And see life from another point of view!
I thought about it for a while...
And imagined myself the son of Walt Disney.
The 'father' of lost truths.
After all...
A talking mouse?
And 'zillions' of dollars Walt made!
I prefer to think of myself as a descendent of Kings
Who ruled over Egypt.
Long before diamonds and gold were mined,
And stolen from Africa to define status
As an apparatus to keep those most deserving...
In a devastating starvation.
Televised and criticized for their lack,
Of being cultured with accepted etiquette!
I've been torn between two realities...
One completely created from myth.
And the other that sits,
In the sands of the Sahara Desert!
I know me and 'my kind'
Have been despised for this reason.
Any change of my perception...
Will be a difficult undertaking!
Especially when so much that is false,
Is crumbling faster than traditions!
And coming quicker than any perception,
I might consider changing!
Even 'if' I chose to do so...
Why on Earth would I want to?
There is too much now that is being revealed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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