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Fresh Tidbits

I wouldn't call them preferences.
That's too severe!
I would call them 'fresh tidbits'!
Anything that adapts to adjustments made,
To my ever changing fantasies.
Preferences are too unstable,
And subject to scrutiny!
Don't you think?

'You're a 'tiddlywinker'...
And I'm more into dominoes'.

As if 'that' should make sense? !

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ours' To Be Had

I am within this shell.
Behind a wall I've erected,
To protect myself.
Trusting others is out of the question.
I have done that not to do again.
Well...
Not until 'my' preferences are met,
And scrutinized with a testing.

Oh yes.
When there is happiness,
And a lifetime togetherness involved...
With nakedeness?
There will be scrutiny.
I've learned too many lessons.

It only takes one experience,
To change one's mind.
It only takes one experience,
For one to redefine with certainty...
One's wants from a need.
And I have found,
The needing of nonsense in my life...
Is not what I want.

I am within this shell.
Behind a wall I've erected,
To protect myself.
Trusting others is out of the question.
I have done that not to do again.
Not until 'my' preferences are met.
And scrutinized with a testing.

And if the chemistry matches,
Unquestioned satisfaction is 'ours' to be had.
To age like a fine wine should.
With a cork ready to pop to please when needed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proclaiming Preferences

Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?

One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!

They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.

It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.

Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.

Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.

'What's the matter?
You look upset.'

~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~

'Selected and picked?
For what? '

~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~

'What are they doing? '

~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~

'What are you talking about? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Squeeze

Well it's the same old story, but it never made a lick of sense to me
How it's always on the working man to pay for everything we never see
Do you know what I mean?
Well you can call it what you like
But where I come from, they call it the Squeeze
All this talk about some changes
It's just politicians promising the moon
So it's do without, it's in and out
The fools on the Hill gonna need more soon
Well you can call it that you like
But where I come from they call it the squeeze
put the squeeze on me
yeah, they're gonna put the squeeze on me and you
And they say don't drink the water
Could be something in your coffee or your tea
And who knows just what's in the air?
You take a chance now every time you breathe
Well you can call it what you like
But where I come from, they call it the squeeze
So you work two jobs to get ahead
You wind up with less than you had before
do you know what I mean?
And if money can't buy happiness
Then why do I keep needin' more and more?
Well you can call it what you like
But where I come from they call it the squeeze
But that don't make it right just don't give up don't give in
Call it anything you like,
Where I come from
They call it the squeeze

song performed by by 38 Special
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Thinking I Was There to be The Only One!

She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared

But they were not demonstrative.
And no one ever strayed...
To betray what they had together.
Who gave what and why is the question.
And who learned what lesson from this?

'You all are being too delusional'.

She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared.

Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Mixed with preferences that are dated and timed.
These are new visions on the horizon,
Of my sunset?
And I'm a one on one kind!
With prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
At the same time?

'Poppa don't arch his back for that! '

Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!

Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.

She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But for him.
Not for the whims she dared to expose.
I never thought I would think of her,
As a cheap 'ho'!

And There I stood.
Hiding in the bushes while another man,
Made her squeal louder than I could.
Louder than a man's man can.

Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Thinking I was there to be the only one!
Thinking no one like me could do her.

'And then...
Like a miracle,
You found your ass awakened!
Right? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Absence Of It Is Recognized

Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.

There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.

Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.

Those embittered and express it,
Know what love is and this makes them sick.
Every time they think of something they did foolish.
Like admitting to submitting.
And wanting now to leave those feelings abandoned.
But can't.
And this is made no secret!

Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.

There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.

Those who know true love,
Aren't afraid of being crushed.
But may be overly cautious,
Suspicious and distrusting.
Hoping one raised eyebrow,
Doesn't give them or their experiences away.

'So...
How long did it take you to despise and hate,
Your previous mate? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Severe Sense of Humor

I had to walk across
all the sorrows fate had stored for life
I was shot down
by all the unprecedented and sudden strikes.

I stood for a while(and)
rued all the miscalculated mishaps
touched the certain parts of my canvas.
I walked away with a stern smile.

Almighty seems to have
a sense of humor
very practical, very majestic
yet somehow interestingly severe.

A severe sense of humor
a thought to savor
somehow seems almost
human behavior.

Yet divine is the word
magnified sense of divinity
gives us a less fogged view
belief is much better than scrutiny.

poem by Asef Fakih
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Dizzy In An Empty City

Mickey took his Minnie,
And they left to find
A place...
Where fantasies like theirs,
Weren't left on hold.

It's crucial they and Donald Duck,
Take Porgie Pig with Poo...
And Tigger Too
To thrive on shores...
Where fresh delusions are safe and kept,
To grow.

'Cause,
Bugs Bunny ain't hoppin'
And a psychic with bad news...
Comes to knock-knock-knockin',
With some locks...
And close up all the doors.

Being dizzy in an empty city don't pay the dues,
Like it did yeaterday.
Dizzy in an empty city just don't pay...
Like it should,
Today.

'That's odd,
Call the Wizard'.

Mickey took his Minnie,
And they left to find
A place...
Where fantasies like theirs,
Weren't left on hold.

'That's odd,
Call the Wizard'.

Dizzy in an empty city just don't pay...
Like it should,
Today.

'That's odd,
Call the Wizard.
That's odd,
Call the Wizard.
That's odd,
Call the Wizard...
Call the Wizard'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's All Connected

You have preferences?
So do I.
But I don't conduct auditions.
Nor do I have an interview process.

If it doesn't happen in my heart...
Nothing from my head will communicate
A readiness between my legs to heat!
It's all connected.
In a package one gets and enjoys!
And loyal.

Which today...
Is as rare as finding a soda fountain,
In a drug store!
Selling hotdogs and hamburgers.

'Will that be a root beer float?
Cherry coke?
Relish or mustard and/or both,
With catsup and mayo on the burger...
With a side of fries?
Or did you want the dog plain? '

~Just how 'old' are you?
You may want to reconsider.
And either lower your requirements.
Or make adjustments to the times!
You know...
Revalue your expectations.
Either way...
It is clear you have updating in need,
Of much clarity...
To 'mingle' in these times we're living in! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make Some Sense Of It

Love runs in circles, it's a game of hearts
It's a long shot gamble few can win
After the third time you've been torn apart
You swear you won't be fooled again
But loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when it's all too much
We can join the numbers, we can call it quits
Or tough it out
Make some sense of it.
Remember how it was when we began
Young lovers taking on the world
If there's a place for us to start again
I believe its time to take the turn.
But loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when it's all too much
We can talk it over, we can call it quits
Let's you and me
Make some sense of it.
With every moment passing by
Were just wastin time
When we're not together
This is the first day of our life
When we're here today, we're livin without
It's time to make it right
Loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when the pains too much
We can talk it over, we can call it quits
Or tough it out, make some sense of it
We can make some sense of it
We can talk it over
Or we can call it quits
We can make some sense of it

song performed by by 38 Special
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Accessories

See the Sun?
Is it bright?
Is it hot?

Congratulations.
On that we both can agree.

Now...
That object,
We call the Moon.
Mystery clouds its existence.

And it is responsble with the Sun,
For producing incredible things...
Right here on Earth.
I aint kiddin'.

And you know what?
This little ball is spinning.
And all of this is speeding,
Miraculously through the Universe.

'Lies! '

Now...
Take a look at me!
Let's compare notes.

Show me anything you see,
I have that you don't.
Without mentioning the hair,
Color of eyes or skin.

I regard those as accessories.
You know...
Like preferences I've chosen.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Complexity and Yet a Basicness

Complexity,
And yet a basicness...
Seem to be prerequisites,
For those who claim to have preferences.

Standards one likes,
To highlight and prioritize...
Are always ever changing,
As the skies are at sunrise.

And attitudes of those,
Who accuse others of a moodiness.
Are never consistent,
Or in a permanence that is totally set.

Being both flexible and able to bend,
Is the best outlook to have.
Especially if one is dealing with people...
Who are rigidly fixed in their judgements passed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prompted To Make Their Selections

If they were not pushed with insistence,
To have their druthers more defined.
And their preferences were not limited,
To confine them to prior choices made...
People would be quicker to choose happiness,
Over making impressions for others to approve...
Anyday and at anytime,
Without being prompted to make their selections,
From a list that had already been decided,
Were required prerequisites for the obtaining of it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Should Be Consideration Given

One can choose to read.
Rate to leave,
Or not!
That does not obligate.
Or necessitate demands to make.

Requests are made and extended.
And even in the doing of such deeds,
There should be consideration given...
To those who have preferences.

And often...
One who expresses a preference,
Is compliant to what that definition implies...
Something that is preferred.
Not suggested.
Or sought in random.
And rarely not solicited,
If this is not an action wished!
And still...
STILL,
Many just don't get it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Should I Set Myself To Limits?

I've revealed so much of me.
Some of it seems fantasy.
And as a writer,
I've always sought the truth.
With the keeping of content,
Honestly pursued.

And there are some experiences,
I have had to yet expose.
There are 'some' things I will not reveal...
Even though some mouths will open,
To never again be closed.

I've known there has been an aspect of my life,
That will highlight my creative abilities.
And because of that I am not uptight.
I know there will be those who will impose their beliefs.
That is why I've chosen to uncover...
This side of my life with no regrets to keep discreet.

'What about your 'sexuality, Lawrence? '

Sometimes I like it.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes sex bores.
And other times it wont.

And at my age preferences get old.
I've known the heat of passion.
And I've known some shoulders,
That were frozen cold.

Sex is sex.
I don't regard it as something I do best.
And today people lay with whomever they choose.
And 'if' I am to knock boots...
My sexuality will not be abused.

Hey,
What can I say?
Whatever is controversial,
I will test that too!

'So what are you saying?
You are also gay? '

If it's in the mix...
Why should I set myself to limits?

What sex is a tree?
I can be seen hugging them all the time.
And yet,
Not one of them...
Has confessed to having preferences.
And have accepted my presence,
Without trying to pry to see what's in my mind!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Call You Friend

I call You kindness
I call You gentleness
I call You Truth.

I call You beauty
I call You wisdom
I call You Beloved.

I call You light
I call You trust
I call You father, mother,
daughter, son
I love You because I must
I call You Friend.

poem by Gillian Commerford
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The Great Way is not difficult for those who have no preferences.

Zen proverbs
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I call your name in the Night

I call your name in the night
Hoping, mercy will be granted on this soul
And you will come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I hear is the whisper of the wind.
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I see is the moonlight
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I taste are the almonds from Aphrodite’s presence
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I smell are the fresh roses
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I feel is the emptiness your absence has banished me to
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
Until my senses became numb
And faded away
You still don’t come to me!

poem by Alejandra Olivas
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We learn our sexual preferences and orientations.

quote by Virginia Johnson
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Looking Forward

There is a freedom that exists,
Without the preferences of wishes.
And there are no better strides to make,
Than those that are placed one takes...
By a looking forward.
And not from side to side,
To validate the activity one does alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not At All Publicly Gay

Believing to discredit him,
They would expose his sexual preferences...
And doing so would do him in!
But those of a higher consciousness,
Knew the difference between jealousy...
And a character assassination meant!
And the two 'men' pursuing these deeds...
Were often seen together,
Receiving compliments!
But they made it known they were not 'that' way!
They preferred to be 'down low'.
Not at all publicly gay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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