From Behind Podiums
Now that scholars have declared this crisis official,
They gather to discuss agendas to address it!
The same 'minds' who stood on the sidelines,
To watch the escalation with intellectual explanations!
Accustomed to debating from behind podiums...
They have long lost touch with the people on the streets.
And yet they feel they are qualified to find solutions!
They are the ones crazed...
Since the chaos uncontrolled,
Can not be discovered on studied pages
Of outdated books!
And degrees obtained alone,
Provide no respected conclusions!
Their speech is out of reach of those lost in translations!
It seems as though common sense...
Has been bartered for influence obtained,
But gains no respect from those neglected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Fixed Mindsets Have Been Focused
Common sense is not obtained,
Through an academic process.
Not any that reflects wisdom respected,
By the many earning college degrees.
If experience could be taught,
And brought to a mind fixed on 'things'...
All of life and the quality of it,
Would have had witnessed the benefits of this.
But too busy are those in mental modes,
Driven to succeed and address their greed.
And when fixed mindsets have been focused,
On acquiring attention freed of comprehension...
There is no peace or rest to get if not earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified As Ascertained
Time has a way of shifting around,
That which had seemed to be grounded.
And found to be significant with influence.
Once upon a time,
When a climbing above others...
Was a focus and priority on many minds.
To suddenly change direction,
With a spotlighting of that which had been dismissed.
To allow that to become,
Declared more precious than gold.
Leaving those to flaunt a uselessness held,
That seemed just moments ago...
Qualified as ascertained,
To have impeccable credentials...
That only a few chosen to be interviewed,
Had obtained.
To be made to feel there was an achievement,
Reached.
With a leaving of that which had been dismissed.
Now sought after as if their lives depended on it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Garbage On the Sidelines
They stood by on the sidelines
Pointing at spectacle after spectacle.
Watching those parading and serenading
Taunts with gestures.
And when the street sweepers came...
Only then did they realize,
They were the trash to be hauled!
Garbage on the sidelines,
Had been declared eyesores.
Observing participation...
Was outlawed and long outdated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dense, Shallow and Dim
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
They are taught to shake hands,
With poise as they stand.
And give sincere eye contact...
With the best of spoken English,
That identifies an ability
They have been groomed to regurgitate...
With assumed and unresearched facts.
They are challenged to do their best...
For purposes to produce for them big fat checks!
They are encouraged to socialize...
For an increase of status,
And a marketable name recognition that's prized!
But no one wants to criticize...
Their lack of common sense!
They seem not able to find it in books.
And for them a quality of life,
Grows more dense, shallow and dim!
For them who concentrate more on looks.
These are the future leaders now groomed...
By those with set values too long observed.
Those who prefer to sit and predict doom!
And not daring to teach or stretch these minds,
Beyond the 'hand-me-down' standards
Taught and confined,
In antiquated classrooms!
Leaving them with little...
Or nothing to use to successfully compete.
As they constantly compared themselves,
To people living in hunger...
Sympathized on TV,
Or ignored as they snob them on urban streets!
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
But they are not the ones to lead,
With a wholesomeness needed to succeed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First Born
I am the first born.
My journey into the real world,
Had an entirely different perspective.
The value of experimentation,
Is only respected IF the experiment is successful.
Prior to that,
There's just a series of tests to affect,
The emotions and mental stamina.
AND...
A respect that is obtained that is deserved.
As well as earned.
Since there is nothing and no one,
To protect the first born.
But a developed common sense...
That comes from the experience of being pioneered!
Or whatever that's called,
When no one knows what the hell they are doing!
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
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Degrees Don't Love You
Degrees don't love you so you never went to school!
But your mind writes like a Philosopher to teach many;
And the truth is, Degrees are obtained under a Faculty.
Degrees are obtained after the length of studies,
But without one's Philosophy there is no Faculty!
Because one has to create the ideas for others to follow;
And out of Philosophy came the branches of Faculties.
You don't need any Degree to identify yourself,
Because you have the ability of teaching others;
And Philosophy is always above Faculty! !
For, you are a Philosopher with the magic ink of your mind.
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Birth of the Warrior
Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!
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Burdened to Maintain the Presence
Degrees obtained to succeed,
In the feeding of a progressive society.
Has not proven effective.
Not if intentions,
Were to uplift consciousness.
Many 'scholars' find themselves,
Burdened to maintain the presence...
Of a material success.
And discovering,
They have acquired less happiness.
With wishes to have a peace of mind,
If it can be found...
Among the trappings that have enslaved.
Or easily purchased!
If they had the time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through a Barricaded Fence
When the carnival of carnage ceases.
And the pieces of self righteous egos...
Have been exposed as tremendously ignorant.
I hope forgiveness embraces and heals the pain.
And proves that needless suffering has no gains!
Nothing is obtained with a heightened greed,
And bitterness achieved!
The ultimate winners in all of this despair...
Are those 'deities' who are in control of the heavens,
Beholding the Moon and Sun.
And gently embracing our precious air!
When the carnival of carnage ceases...
And we all use our brains,
To become enlightened and aware.
We may look ourselves in the mirror!
And see the reflected images...
Of those barbaric beasts who stare!
That should end all fears.
When it becomes clear...
Who and what stupidity endears!
And not one of those faces,
Has a degree in common sense!
But all will gather with good intentions meant...
To discuss proudly,
Weapons used in self defense!
As they market freedom and peace...
While their priests molest the faithful.
As aliens of all kinds,
Are escorted right through a barricaded fence!
And one has to feel psychotic...
For making a choice to remain patriotic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Dreams I Am Lost
IN MY DREAMS I AM LOST
In my dreams I am lost
I take the wrong road
I cannot find my way home-
In my waking life this morning
I am lost -
The books piled high waiting to be read
The endless droll of others never-ending pages-
I am lost cold
And only writing my only true work
Only writing these words now
Brings me a bit of hope a bit of a sense
that I might mean something somehow
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lost in everything
Lost in thought
lost in pain
lost in fear
that you can never retain!
Lost in trouble
lost in grief
lost in heartbreak
that you can never relief!
Lost in sorrow
lost in death
lost in misery
That you can never refresh!
Lost in life
lost in words
lost in everything
That you can never return!
Lost in chaos
lost in peace
lost in burdens
that you can never release!
Because these are the things
we think and feel
through the good and the bad
It's a forever done deal!
poem by Katarina Bowman
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Welcome to My Needs
Long have I traveled to deny them!
Things I had obtained...
Just to prove a success I've gained!
Welcome to my needs!
For me to feel a true peace within,
I need to know my efforts have been...
Identified by you!
And we both can now share them.
Complete and in exchange.
Does this seem a bit insane?
Welcome to my needs!
For me to feel my love is known...
I need to know yours can also be shown.
And both of us see the 'we' that has grown.
Beyond the misunderstandings
Like children left alone with troubles not their own!
Welcome to my needs!
Long have I traveled to deny them!
Things I had obtained...
To overwork and stress my brain!
To prove I could possess material gains.
That left me unsatisfied and often untouched.
And driven I was to want more of such!
But...
Stripped away they were from me.
Like useless trinkets adorned on my vanity!
That was the best thing God had done!
Without them in my life...
My life back to me did come!
With a greeting of a need,
To see others becoming pleased!
I hope you do agree...
This is the 'freedom' that freedom ought to be!
Welcome to my needs!
To return this human back...
From being off track!
With a small donated piece,
To increase this humanity!
By releasing deeds like these!
Welcome to my needs,
To feed this want in me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inventive Thinking And Creative Ways
How can something so vital,
And necessary to the growth...
Of the minds to advance the education,
Needed for today's children to compete...
Be not a focus of those revealed,
To be graduating with degrees.
With a stimulation done to their imaginations.
But...
A stimulation needed,
Is said to be essential...
To their creative thinking process?
A cheating on tests,
Has yet to prove beneficial.
And today...
People find it difficult to address,
That those with performing arts as their background...
Are found flipping burgers,
Or waiting on tables.
When those discovered to be incompetent,
Irresponsible and lack accountablility...
Can not read nor write.
Or recite what has been written.
And yet...
Are hired to perform tasks for corporations,
That now confess...
They seek people who can read, write...
Do the math, entertain, produce AND direct.
But left to find this pool of talent,
Overseas.
What is missing in the minds of those,
Selected to have the qualities...
That determines they are qualified to lead?
Impressive looks?
Or is it image?
And everything created that has succeeded,
Has come from the minds of those...
Innovative enough,
To make lives more lazier today...
By their inventive thinking and creative ways.
And it is difficult to compete,
With those consistently keeping...
Their minds fixed upon staying in rhythm,
And in tune with the beat of things.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adopted Posterings
You may say you are an advocate,
To eliminate every crumb of unhappiness I feel.
You may claim from behind podiums,
From a platform that campaigns for solutions.
You may even roll up your sleeves,
To let the sweat on your arms gleam in the Sun.
With your travels done,
To and from every homeless shelter across the country...
Showing images of you with a bowl of soup,
In the center of attentive people reduced to poverty.
But I am willing to bet,
Your need for media exposure and the selling of books...
To keep your pockets free to fill with uncountable riches,
Will never desire a wish to exchange your lifestyle...
With that of many people living in urban blight,
For all of your 'adopted' posterings...
That proclaim to have tremendous empathy and love,
For those enforced to live...
In substandard conditions and situations.
That has never happened before.
And you do not need an entourage of devotees,
With leaflets, flyers and banners...
Emblazened with your image,
As someone's savior.
If a sincerety was inside of your heart,
It would not appear on every TV channel...
This time of the year.
If a sincerety was inside of your heart,
You'd be amongst those people...
You'd like to uplift with a greater sense of life,
On a daily basis.
To know what it takes to tolerate,
People like yourself...
Who use others to increase their own way of life,
Solely for the purposes to highlight their own advantage.
You may say you are an advocate,
To eliminate every crumb of unhappiness I feel.
You may claim from behind podiums,
From a platform that campaigns for solutions.
You may even roll up your sleeves,
To let the sweat on your arms gleam in the Sun.
But nothing you have done,
Will ever show...
You have a total commitment to embrace equality.
You might lose a few jewels if you did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd Like To See What Makes You Qualified
I am glad you are here to discuss my qualifications.
Now...
If you don't mind.
I'd like to see what makes you qualified,
To discuss mine with a revealing of your evidence.
And please...
Spare me those explanations,
About following your job description.
Never once have I had a position...
That did not take advantage of my abilities.
Once I expressed my capabilities...
That I needed not to embellish with exposed facts.
And if you are reluctant I will understand.
'Are you seeking employment?
Or do you want to run the place? '
I seek employment,
Of course.
However...
To prove myself to be competent,
Would offend too many people.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A pinch of Salt
A title does not signify
you are in fact a gentleman.
Aristocrats can cheat and lie
as readily as any man.
alleged degrees don’t guarantee
that you possess intelligence
They can be purchased easily
by those who lack the common sense
To know that titles and degrees
although intended to impress.
Are counterfeit as currencies
which are in fact quite valueless.
You can’t expect to get respect
because you a titled man.
I see no reason to accept
your claim to be a gentleman.
Some people are fooled easily.
Accept your claims at face value
but some are wise enough to see
that what you claim may not be true.
A scholar and a gentleman
is not too hard to recognise.
I’m’ sure you will find that you can.
If you just use your ears and eyes.
Do not be fooled by their pretence.
The claims they cannot verify
Rely upon your common sense
The inner voice you can’t deny.
Why should you show them your respect.
They show but small respect for you.
Its wiser to be circumspect
until they prove their claims are true.
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Little Roland Lost
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
He wondered too far now
He is lost and lonely
Little roland all alone
Cause he cant find his way
Wish I was home in the arms of my mom
Shes the one to protect me
But here I am in the woods by myself
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
I see a path maybe this is the way
That leads to safety
No just a dead end leading to nowhere
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Little roland see your field eyes
Little legs running wildly
Comes the night, strange noises
Guess hes lost forever
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
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