From A Point Of View In Which It Is Beheld
The more one becomes exposed,
The closer the search,
A microscope perched...
Is used for the purpose,
To locate a blemish or a flaw that shows.
To have thick skin,
And a clear direction one moves in...
Is certainly a preferred prerequisite,
For someone unaccustomed...
To be critiqued like a novelty,
With neither feelings or emotions...
That can be detected by intruding whims.
People have curiosities,
To satisfy a probing need.
But anyone who knows what they do,
Invites unsolicited opinions.
And prepared with expectations...
To be picked and plucked,
And sometimes followed.
A perfectness sought by inspection...
Is as difficult to please,
As is a beauty is difficult to define...
Through the eyes of one trying to describe it,
From a point of view in which it is beheld.
No one exposed is not going to escape,
From a taste of some fed hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Can Be Draining
Sometimes it can be draining,
And gets difficult...
To be in the midst,
Of thoughtless people.
Especially those who have aged,
To express less concern.
Or how their whims affect...
The ones who treasure their lessons learned.
At times emotional feelings exposed,
Are received to be ones embittered.
When sharing them amongst those,
Who could care less...
About the depthness of another's experiences.
And how those experiences are addressed,
Each day to expect, accept or reject.
Sometimes it can be draining,
And gets difficult...
To be in the midst,
Of thoughtless people.
Especially those who have aged,
To express less concern.
Or how their whims affect...
The ones who treasure their lessons learned.
It can be draining.
Isolating.
And reflectively disrespecting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burned By An Unsuspecting Heat
It is difficult for me,
To embrace the extended family...
Concept.
Or even accept that,
In my current state of mind.
When burned by an unsuspecting heat...
The experience of it cautions one,
As to what is safe to believe.
And what one feels safely to leave behind,
With no need to repeat.
It is difficult for me,
To embrace the concept of unity!
What is it?
And what does this mean to human beings?
A unity of what?
And for what purpose?
An agreed upon taste for ethnic foods?
I know that sounds sarcastic.
But what else do people do?
Or a socializing done,
To ensure everyone appearing in a physical likeness,
In not bored to tears and 'is' having fun?
A fun that is done until a sweating comes?
Or is it...
To whisper and gossip in divisions of cliques.
With the real issues being ignored?
And no advancement achieved,
That is witnessed in time to benefit.
Especially those of like minds,
Observing the nothingness!
And desiring to tackle a 'reality' to define!
It is difficult for me to approve,
A gathering of people...
Who are undecided,
As to which direction a 'group' should move.
And argue amongst themselves as to who is qualified...
To say with authority,
What it takes for them to improve!
Or how an agenda with such diversity,
Can and could survive to thrive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People might say I'm difficult, but did you ever hear anyone describe a label as 'difficult'? By nature, artists should challenge. When they call you difficult, it is a reflection of the imbalance of power.
quote by Michelle Shocked
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Both Sides of Love
It is difficult..
It is.
To have feelings of hate,
When exposed to both sides of love.
Exasperation can certainly irritate,
When and if it comes to visit.
Leaving one to feel more like a stool pigeon,
Sitting.
Instead of an eagle or dove made to soar above.
And stumbing can broadside,
One who has seen many seasons.
And doing what is thought the right thing to do...
For whatever the practical limits of reason.
It is difficult..
It is.
To have feelings of hate,
For those known to be straight up in their faith.
Yet often tested.
To break the nerves of the ones pushed to the edge.
Although overheard secretly in pledges,
To curb anxieties.
Hoping not to release prematurely,
A show of embittered tension carried.
Exasperation can certainly irritate,
When and if it comes to visit.
And it is difficult,
It is...
Not to rush into a cussing fit!
With love,
At the center of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Then
Sometimes the hidden secrets, just come out
How they come out is never known.
The ones who are closer to us, reveal our feelings
Ones which we never want to reveal, also get exposed
Nothing remains hidden as our feelings, do get revealed in some way
The things we want to hold within us, also do find an outlet
Even though we never want to let the feelings be known
Then so many emotions get disjointed
Trusting becomes impossible to do
Unworkable, is what everything becomes
Then, what to do?
poem by Rohit Sapra
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I Often Wonder About This When I Am Solicited
It is difficult to remain objective...
When a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
From someone.
Does someone doing what they do,
From a love connection.
Desire to have it rated...
With a close inspection?
I often wonder about this when I am solicited.
It is difficult to remain objective...
When a a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
From someone.
And what is the ultimate purpose?
To feed an ego...
Or improve.
What if I should say I dislike what has been done?
What for that 'someone' will my comments prove?
That I don't know what I am talking about?
AND...
I am an eccentric fool?
I've been told that too many times.
That is why I refuse,
To respond to solicitations.
There is an honesty involved.
And I will protect mine too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only To Nibble A Bit To Then Spit
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
People get use to the familiar.
Although prior to it,
They had settled for the bland.
Until a spicing done to that blandness,
Made more of the spice...
Requested by demand.
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
A rejection of what had been once presented,
Now is refused as mediocrity.
And a closer inspection becomes harsely critiqued.
Critics come out of the woodwork,
To exclaim their findings weak.
And those who plagiarize,
Take credit for their additions done.
But the one who sweats with an innovation...
Never receives a just due that comes!
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
Only to nibble a bit to then spit,
That's it!
As if what is tasted is nothing but garbage.
Especially if a taste of it reminds one of the rest,
That has already bettered the betterment of one's best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's so difficult...
What's so difficult,
About the word,
No.
What's so difficult,
About our,
Relationship.
What's so difficult,
About,
Us.
What's so difficult,
About the words,
Stay away.
What's so difficult,
About,
Don't talk to me.
What's so difficult...
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Very Much Does This Become a Factor
To be branded different,
Eventually motivates...
The one made aware of it.
The one feeling misfit...
And out of place.
The one labelled with indignities,
By others.
Taunting!
To initiate feelings of being disgraced.
Those discovered unmotivated...
And dispersing their own brand,
Of collective mental punishment.
Unsolicited yet promoted!
Unless they are in agreement,
Someone they perceive beneath them...
Who has achieved success,
Merits a cold shoulder...
To express and show,
Their disapproval.
With ignorance intact!
And this act done...
Comes complete,
With unattractive verbal attacks.
Sweetened to release their insecurities.
To satisfy a self importance,
They hope is noticed!
With an exposed devotion.
And...
It is!
Some sick notion practiced.
And...
It is!
Very much a factor,
In determining their lack of consciousness.
Possessed as if sought after.
To keep and defend against,
Those minding their business.
Those unaffected by this.
And indifferent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observances
Some will disagree,
With my observances...
As with my eyes have seen them to be!
And justified as my feelings are...
And can be.
I realize they have been closer to me,
Than any opinions given near and far.
And observances come to affect...
The one that is closer to being influenced,
By the affect of them in introspect!
And best to describe with feeling...
And not with just eyes to inspect.
And left to reject and/or criticize!
Since I do not have a judgement to pass!
My observances are within me!
And within me these observances will last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scrutinized For Their Blemishes
It is easy for many to sit back and critique,
With a judging done of those tasks...
Others produce with a doing to complete.
And if some people are prolific,
From experiences live that dictate this...
The critics are quick,
To stampede out from nowhere it seems...
With criticsms prepared,
Not to uplift or encourage...
But instead,
Demean.
But when given the opportunity to highlight their gifts,
Critics often spew excuses...
As those under microscope,
Are scrutinized for their blemishes.
Although,
Even those who enjoy themselves as critics...
Have moments they don't admit but wish,
An attention given to be critiqued...
Would validate a reason to rid their insecurities,
With a purpose in their minds that solidified their existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.
quote by Derek Jacobi
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Incredibly Visible
Just wait.
And be patient.
The day will come,
When those who have humiliated others...
With their judgements passed,
And their incorrect beliefs about what is righteous...
Will discover themselves in front of a mirror.
And for them what they will see will be no mistake!
Every blemish, flaw and judgement faced...
Others had to tolerate,
Will become difficult for them to take!
They will discover when they awaken,
From 'themselves' as Seen...
There is no escape!
And that humiliation quickly delivered to others,
To lay as entrapments on their backs...
Will be noticebly carried,
By the ones who had attacked them...
For reasons now seen as being totally insecure.
And 'this' they will wish could be erased.
However...
Truth deceived,
Has a way to reveal itself eventually...
As being incredibly visible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Just Know This Is 'Not' Your Best Effort
My mother used to assign my sisters and I...
The most remedial tasks to complete.
When we were much younger.
To test our mental capabilities.
Oh...
Those lessons my mother would teach.
And then...
Shower us with praises.
Having us believe,
We were gifted with unspeakable talents.
After connecting 'dots'.
Or...
Knowing which end of a handle held,
Was used to sweep or mop.
And as years have passed us by,
It became clear her tactic and strategy.
She knew we would seek more difficult tasks,
To satisfy her to complete.
And even to this day...
I can hear her voice say,
'This is wonderful.'
As her eyes express...
'Even though THIS is wonderful.
I just know this is 'not' your best effort.'
And with a seeking we sought,
Increasing much more difficult challenges.
Never becoming satisfied,
Just to do our best.
There 'has' to be something 'greater' to achieve.
'I just know this is 'not' your best effort?
And if it is...
Well,
I 'guess' it's...okay! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Raw To Eat
Picked over like a piece of meat
Nibbled and a little bit uneasy
Difficult it is to please
Somebody who prefers
The taste of cake
Without the cheese
Picked over like forbidden fruit
From a garden stomped over with people
I want to be the one who leaves
A deliciousness to tease
But I've been regarded
Too raw to eat.
Picked over like a piece of meat
Nibbled and a little bit uneasy
Difficult it is to please
Somebody who prefers
The taste of cake
Without the cheese
Picked over like forbidden fruit
From a garden stomped over with people
I want to be the one who leaves
A deliciousness to tease
But I've been regarded
Too raw to eat
Picked over like a piece of meat
But I've been regarded
Too raw to eat
Picked over like a piece of meat
But I've been regarded
Too raw to eat
Picked over like a piece of meat
But I have been regarded
Too raw to eat
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy To Forget
I never thought it would be wrong,
To question what was going on.
Or...
Feel reluctant,
To probe with desire.
Now today...
I am told I am too specific,
With a peeling away of those responses I get...
To know how deep,
One's thoughts go seeking to reach...
To satisfy my curiosities.
Oh I know,
I am the last to be picked...
On anyone's fun list.
I know without a clue or hint,
I am the most likely to forget...
When a relationship with me ends in a split.
Oh I know,
I am the last to be picked...
On anyone's fun list.
And I also know too well,
I am easy to forget...
When someone runs away,
From me in a relationship!
But...
Why is it,
I still feel reluctant...
To stop my probing with desire?
'Maybe if you keep your mouth shut,
Without interrupting...
You may find your relationships lasting,
Longer than five minutes.'
So what are you saying?
There is a possiblity I can get a full ten?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Difficult
Life is difficult-
Surprises are not always what we hoped they would be-
People misunderstand us-
We imagine we are kind
And they understand us differently-
Some problems never get solved
Some remain lingering for years-
There are cruel people in the world
Stupid ones also-
The fair do not always get the prize
The pushers push push push the good guys aside-
We see the Evil grinning and we cannot touch them-
All kinds of Hopes we have are disappointed-
Rejection is the Fate of everyone at one time or another
One has to try and try and try
And often that is not enough-
Life is difficult
And after a certain age is more difficult
And when young is also difficult-
Life is difficult in some time or some way for all of us
It just is-
Life is difficult
And even when it seems not to be
There is another time coming-
Life is difficult
And so long as we live
It will be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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With Unsolicited Interest
The only ones who find freedom difficult to deal with,
Are those doing their best to monitor the lives of others...
Feeling free to do as they please with no schedules to follow.
Or appointments to keep to satisfy the ones who spend their time,
Minding someone else's business and with unsolicited interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposed Fangs
When any novelty begins to overstay its visit,
The joy of having it around...
Quickly becomes,
An abusive attempt to get rid of it.
Especially if a tune sung changes in key.
People expect the wounds they've picked,
To be healed overnight...
By someone declaring to have a remedy.
And a cure producing miracles many can see,
With lightening speed that allows a return to routines.
But if it becomes suggested,
An assistance from them is expected...
What is welcomed begins to irritate.
With a pouting that makes once smiling faces,
Drip foam from exposed fangs all over the place.
No one wants to be told,
They must pay a price to heal.
Fresh faces prepared to replace the old,
Will never admit what has been omitted...
From their enthusiastic speeches given to later reveal,
The unpleasantness in making unpopular decisons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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