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Was outlawed and long outdated!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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There Is No Escaping From The Garbage We Leave
At the end of any day,
A trash collector...
And someone else,
Who may have a Doctorate's degree...
Have the same thing in common!
Both have a lifetime association...
With the creation of garbage.
Whether that garbage is recycled or not!
Dropped on the street...
Or rolled up to put into one's pocket.
Regardless of 'who' is paid,
To pick their trash up...
Both can be observed,
Leaving something to forget...
To be hauled away from a curb.
And those perceptions of who we are,
With or without daily impressions to make...
Who we impress or charades we fake,
There is no escaping from the garbage we leave.
It's all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look at the sunrise and sunset as a spectacle of the ephemeral, as a scene where people climb noisily and pass silently into oblivion, a spectacle in which colors are born and die in the frenzy of the sun.
Look at the sunrise and sunset as a spectacle of heaven as long as you are in time, combining the beauty within you with perfect sincerity in your relationship with God.
Camelia Oprița in from the book The wall of thoughts (2020)
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There IS Something About Living It
I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.
I know how life works.
And from connecting 'that' which is observed,
To what's been heard to the ears...
Produces a clarity.
And reduces assumptions to be deduce from reality.
I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.
And when people say they will do one thing,
But actually do another as was intended to do.
Or those who claim actions done to them happened,
But never occurred as they describe?
They know little about how life works.
And who from a distance has them observed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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If It Rained On My Parade
If it rained on my parade.
There would be others,
To come my way.
And if not?
Standing on the sidelines,
I have done many times.
And finding to do so.
Involves less stress.
My peace of mind has become my essence.
Yet.
Being able to critique,
What I know takes work and sweat to deliver.
I have learned not so quick to do.
I too have sat on shoulders as a kid,
And wondered why someone who paraded.
Would also be shedding tears.
Held inside of them that did not appear.
Today.
I know the reason why!
When a parading starts.
Few observing care who from the inside cries.
Or tries to hide what it takes to parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Universe (They Have This Need)
Do not become fooled or tricked by them.
The ones who talk of both fear and sin.
Their way of observing life may be coming to its end.
But this Universe is full of abundance.
Perhaps for them there is this 'need' to believe...
What they have created has to be deflated!
There is this need for some to feel defeated.
As if it's up to them who lives to breathe!
There is this need for some to feel defeated.
As if it's up to them who stays and leaves.
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
Do not become fooled or tricked by them.
The ones who talk of both fear and sin.
Their way of observing life may be coming to its end.
But this Universe is full of abundance.
Perhaps for them there is this 'need' to believe...
What they have created has to be deflated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
(They have this need)
Those who play God are on medications long outdated!
And those who play God are on medications over-rated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
quote by Victor Hugo
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With A Waiting For Relief
You will have to leapfrog over past decades,
To understand with a participation done...
Just the beginning,
Of these days and times upon us...
That have come.
If you had lived on the sidelines like some,
You have been addicted to disbelief.
With a waiting for relief...
To be freed of those sights,
Paraded before you and seen.
And while you stood there conscious of it,
A voice inside of you that should have been ignored...
Told you what was observed,
Would disappear with no need to explore.
But an exploration to uncover the cause and effect...
Has left a permanent affect,
With others of the same mindset regretting.
You may have expressed to have had a faith...
But you and others,
Processed pretentions with motions to fake.
And...
Did not walk the talk,
To eliminate or balk against applied disparities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The mind's eye can nowhere find anything more dazzling nor more dark than in man; it can fix itself upon nothing which is more awful, more complex, more mysterious, or more infinite. There is one spectacle
grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul. To write the poem of the human conscience, were it only of a single man, were it only of the most infamous of men, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and final epic.
Victor Hugo in Les Miserables
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Its A Miracle
You wouldnt believe where Ive been,
The cities and towns I been in,
From boston to denver
And every town in between.
The people they all look the same,
Only the names have been changed.
But now that Im home again
Ill tell you what I believe:
Its a miracle
A true blue spectacle,a miracle come true.
Were together baby,
I was goin crazy till the miracle come through.
Now youre here and my arms
Are around you and baby
Theyll be dancin in the streets
For the miracle a true blue spectacle,
The miracle is you
I never knew you look so good.
Oh I never knew anyone could.
I must have been crazy
To every have gone away.
I almost forgot what its like,
Holdin you near me at night.
But now that Im home again
Youll know that Im home to stay,
Cause its a miracle a true blue spectacle,
A miracle come true.
Were together baby,
I was going crazy till the miracle come through.
Im feeling so good,
And baby theyll be dancing in the streets
For the miracle a true blue spectacle,
The miracle is you.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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But he did say that the character would be on the sidelines in movies One and Two, and move into the middle with number Three, but I didn't realize he would move in with quite such a bang.
quote by Ian McDiarmid
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Impromptu Fireworks
As, from our local rail station, we made our way,
We were treated to an impromptu firework display.
Upon spying this spectacle, our journey, we briefly stopped,
As fireworks whizzed and whistled and banged and popped.
We just happened to be passing on by,
When, into the sky, we saw fireworks fly.
The display, to us, was totally unexpected;
On my face, excitement could be detected.
We saw many decorative designs of silver, green and red:
One, of which, reminded me, of a seeded dandelion head.
There were many lovely patterns for us to see,
And we saw this amazing spectacle, all for free.
The display had been organised by the local church,
But, onto nearby railings, some people were perched.
We were stood on the opposite side of the road,
As, one by one, the fabulous fireworks flowed.
We had an uninterrupted view, from where we were stood;
I thought the fireworks, that we saw, were really rather good.
All too soon, came the big finale of the firework display,
And after the final big bang, to home, we made our way.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Poppa Rocks
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way.
Poppa tore it up on the dance floor,
Back in poppa's day!
When poppa use to move and groove,
Other people watched.
Poppa didn't care who stared
When poppa rocked...
The clock didn't stop!
All night long,
Poppa did his thing.
When he did the 'do' he 'don'
You could hear poppa loudly sing!
Now that dusk has caught him rusty...
Poppa's moves are smooth.
But that is poppa and poppa can't be stopped.
When poppa gets the urge...
Poppa wants to rock!
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way!
You don't know how poppa rocks....
When poppa rocks his way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whose World Is This Lived?
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
Criminal intent.
With intentions that are meant.
To dupe and dopify,
With bogus alibis!
But...
Whose world is this lived?
Who takes and who gives.
Whose rights are denied?
And why do some try to hide their cries?
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
But...
Whose world is this lived?
Who takes and who gives.
Whose rights are denied?
And why do many,
Cry at night!
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweat and Work Are Involved
Isn't it easy,
To dictate what someone should do...
From the comfort of the sidelines,
Where the peanut gallery sits...
Irresponsible with accountability limited?
And I hear you say,
You'd like more assistance.
With a wish to have it quick.
But those were not your sentiments made,
When you passed your judgement,
On the one you and the others...
Forced to throw up hands to quit.
People seldom realize,
How much is paid for their ignorance.
Isn't it easy,
To dictate what someone should do...
From the comfort of the sidelines,
Where the peanut gallery sits...
Irresponsible with accountability limited?
And now you are complaining,
How no one understands.
But you had no problem accusing the other,
Of not standing tall and taking it like a man.
And he succeeded.
Although this didn't please.
But then...
Again,
The attention was on him.
Wasn't it?
And you thought that was all it took to lead.
Now it is your turn.
And you can not take the pressure of critique.
There is much more to it,
Then just smiling and having an appetite...
The ego wants pleased.
For the one taking the heat,
And being in the brightest of spotlights...
Sweat and work are involved.
And this...
Many people aren't behind the scenes to see.
Very little time is given to the crunching on munchies.
Sweat...
And work,
Are involved!
Together...
Like in any close relationship.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our forces will not be on the sidelines.
quote by John Abizaid
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lock Step
They claim there is a failure of leadership.
But no one acknowledges,
A failure to identify...
Who amongst them had been qualified.
Since those who follow...
Had seemed to be in lock step!
And isn't uniformity...
The only thing requested,
To bring to them an approved acceptance?
With similar beliefs...
They now see,
Has brought to them an agony.
Wished in a seeking...
Someone to deliver them from their grief!
Someone 'liked' they can torment...
Who will do exactly as they please.
'But that doesn't make too much sense! '
You know that.
And I do too!
That is why we are on the sidelines,
Observing them parade around like fools!
As we rest...
After removing our boots.
Choosing to separate ourselves,
From that kind of confusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As long as my body holds out, I'll be grooving when I'm 70, and not some sort of horrible spectacle.
God's Fingers
the orange
when ripe
turns yellow
the yellow colour
is god's finger
pointing to its sweetness
the morn
comes with brightness
the brightness
is god's finger
pointing to the warmth
of the sun
so long i have equated
god with what he is not
that he speaks
with symbols
to find that
god's fingers
index fingers
are here, there and
everywhere
at the sea too
i hear him serenading
a song
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I think the future also will not belong to those who are cynical or those who stand on the sidelines.
quote by Paul Wellstone
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