Give Me A Reason To Address The Same Enthusiasm
I have no need to have anyone,
Show me the evidence...
That identifies my own footprints.
From where I have been.
I need not to be convinced,
They have been cemented.
I am the experience of them.
I did not initially lay them to trace.
I am conscious!
But not self obsessed.
It is a new day with a fresh dawn.
My feet with eyes on a path I walk,
Moves forward.
And I move on!
Now...
If you are watching me,
With any degree of interest...
I suggest,
You begin to establish your own impressions.
And do that at 'your' best.
I am happy you are impressed with those of mine.
However...
Make those you can say you have made,
To enable us both to be equally impressed!
Give me a reason to address the same enthusiasm.
I also seek to be entertained as well.
And that means...
You must be constantly in the business of doing it.
To get any attention from me expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Due For Much Success
I had not decided to become impressive.
Anyone who knows me...
Knows that's the last thing,
I wish to address.
I don't think anyone begins with that in mind.
One who lives to do their best...
Isn't obsessed by impressions left.
Or have concerns with what they should do next.
When I hear that I've impressed...
By doing something I enjoy.
I wonder to myself,
What is it I've employed?
I know I've been considered 'different'
In an environment where folks are conformed.
I have never felt restricted by conditions like that!
Perhaps that is why I've been considered out of the 'norm'.
I've always been encouraged to express myself.
And not to follow on a path...
Laid down by someone else.
I was taught to listen to comprehend.
And to leave my mind open,
For a thinking process to begin!
I had not decided to become impressive.
Anyone who knows me...
Knows that's the last thing,
I wish to address.
However...
I am willing to bet it is holding myself accountable.
And acknowledging my mistakes...
That so many are afraid to say they make!
And if that impresses...
I am due for much success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Conscious Awareness Of Acceptance
So crazed then I would have been,
If I did not begin...
To like myself.
Or found outside of me,
An activity that matched...
My personality.
So empty and lost,
I could have easily roamed...
Without feeling I could express,
My thoughts and observations...
I would experience.
That left my mind and heart impressed.
So willing I am,
And happy to say I am blessed.
So thankful too,
I chose a path and direction...
That strengthened my steps,
With a conscious awareness of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wherever You Are Sitting
Why have you come,
To sabotage my dreams...
With a fresh set of agitations?
I thought you took the advice,
Of your family and friends...
With a kicking me to the curb,
To allow our relationship to end.
Why have you come,
To sabotage my dreams...
With a fresh set of agitations?
It has been years since,
You were convinced by my independence...
Was a means to keep you limited and confined.
Find any evidence of that if you can in your mind.
You were the one who sat on a fence,
Unable to make a decision.
Until I brought it to your attention,
To climb and soar to heights to reach.
But you insisted on labelling me...
With titles to inspire with pretentions to keep.
Why have you come,
To sabotage my dreams...
With a fresh set of agitations?
Are you thinking of me as the one you 'now' see,
As someone who has succeeded...
With the holding on to my beliefs?
And you wish to admit in your loneliness,
You have grown sick...
Of trying to stick to making impressions?
Perceiving I could care less of your confessions.
And wherever you are sitting you've become aware of it?
Well...
Gone is every bit of my interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I know that a good many champions have entertained the thought that the more they discourage youngsters, the longer they would reign. However, this theory never impressed me, and I always made it a point to give youths the benefit of my experience in bicycle racing.
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I'm not impressed by someone's degree... I'm impressed by them making movies.
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I have decided: Finally.
My family donated me to mother church, a priest to be.
Because no one consulted me, I had no chance to disagree.
So in due course I was ordained and found I’d lost more than I gained
The church had educated me. I’d won a double first degree
My parents did what they thought best they acted in my interest.
There was no way I could protest. Though I must say I’m not impressed with the way that things were done and recently I have begun.
To realise resentfully my future was mapped out for me.
I am expected to repress the normal feelings I possess.
A problem which all priests address. I am a man no more no less.
I am quite certain that I would not have chosen the priesthood.
I have decided that I should quit the priesthood and for good
The practice of celibacy seems quite unnatural to me.
I am convinced a priest should be free to have a family.
The church has made a grave mistake expecting every priest to take
A vow which causes so much heart ache. I must resign: Make a clean break.
To earn my living honestly in some profession where I’m free
To wed and raise a family. Celibacy is not for me.
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Vituperative And Harshly Censorious
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
And I say...
Where are your efforts to address?
Since you are quick to express your displeasure.
And then you wish to measure,
And evaluate time.
You want to vocalize how yours,
Is more important than mine.
You want to expose your excuses,
To reduce critique.
You want others to perceive,
Your opinions are sought.
As if this 'deed' is impressive enough to leave.
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
But I am sure they've come to realize,
There is insecurity hidden,
Underneath your weak tirades tired and tried.
Expressed with intemperate, vituperative...
And harshly censorious language!
'Huh?
What did you call me?
What did you just say?
Did you call me 'stupid'? '
No!
Those affirmations I leave to you.
'Oh.
I'm glad you do.
Because those 'imaginations'...
Which they are not.
But if they were...
Would belong to me! '
Yep!
I totally agree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Impressed By The Presentation
Distribute to them a map.
Highlight what is needed,
For them to arrive safely to their destinations.
Do this in crayon with assorted colors.
And...
Make sure those colors are neon,
To aid night vision.
Someone amongst them is guaranteed,
To begin instigating an argument...
As to who has the credentials and intelligence,
That qualifies a giving of attention...
To listen to recommendations suggested,
As to how a journey from point A to B...
Should begin!
With an ultimate decision to change the colors,
As to not to offend anyone who might perceive this...
To be an act of discrimination that benefits to give,
One an advantage over another.
Allowing to initiate an unending debate,
That has nothing to do with their safety.
Or the trip initially all agreed that should be taken.
And the simplicity of the map,
Is eventually abandoned...
To pay someone no one knows,
But offers a more elaborate way to go...
That satisfies those who are more impressed,
By the presentation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Been Watching You
Sweet confetti out looking for a saviour
Finding it hard to break the change
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Ice cream beauty acting on her best behaviour
Finding it hard to bite her tongue
Feeling so old as the night is young
Six foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
I'm impressed
I'm impressed
I'm impressed
What you've got isn't all that you've been given
Changing your body like you change your jeans
Nothing is ever as it seems
Something tells me it's a marriage made in heaven
Stealing your look from a magazine
Playing the part from a movie scene
Six foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
I'm impressed
I'm impressed
I'm impressed
Everyday is like your birthday
But the candles burning out, Don't you see, Don't you see
Six foot leaning on a lizard chest
Two red dragons ironed on his vest
All that money you deserve the best
I'm impressed
I'm impressed
I'm impressed
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No Time To Expose Old Wounds
Not impressed am I by those,
Who drag wherever they go...
Their exasperated aspirations.
As if an experience they have initiated,
Requires an announcement...
With attention meant to receive and get.
Where are those who chose their paths to take,
With the understanding this is the choice they make.
And who and what is being influenced,
By listening to every complaint and heartache.
Those moving forward have no time to expose old wounds.
Or express their agitations to create an atmosphere of gloom.
I use to believe those who succeeded were lucky in life.
But more and more I comprehend,
Anyone wishing to achieve...
Do it while sacrificing and with much discipline that ignites.
And doing it alone on their own as it is meant to be.
Away from those who gripe and whine in moans that drone,
Constantly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Immediately Connected
My eyes have laid on the Sun,
For many moons.
And for most of my life,
I have been creatively active.
Both on and off stage...
I've gone through many phases.
And I am blessed to be able to address it,
In this manner.
From writing on walls...
To having my writings read on the internet,
I must confess...
Amazes me.
IF I had 'just' developed this interest...
I wouldn't be that impressed.
Or feel a sense of accomplishment.
And I still use a pad and pen,
To keep this discipline as fresh as possible.
Since electricity isn't as dependable,
When I have a need...
To be immediately connected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Forest Existing Amongst The Trees
This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
This life is mine and not yours to define.
There is no need to offer your definition,
As to the direction I should better take.
When I place each foot down,
I am aware of each step I make.
There is no blindside to catch me,
Straying off into the wilderness.
No hindsight is there to express,
About concerns of not doing my best.
My best has yet to be done.
And I do not seek in a premeditation,
To prove this to anyone.
I am at first my own worst critic.
This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
You will be surprise to see,
There is a forest existing amongst the trees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon Reading The Poems of Lesbia
the attempt to say
what harsh feeling was there
was well said on those lines that float like leaves on the river
very usual
nothing sophisticated
there is that twirl that would have made me dizzy for a while
but the heart that knows pain
cannot fall on the malady of nausea
there were many empty spaces
i just watch not having the duty to fill them with my thoughts
for mine
are in packets and always lacking
in content
and style
i move around the parks and winding ways of Lesbia
weird but not saying anything
impressed but there is that lingering desire
to move out
somewhere
black birds without islands
bridges that fall
boats without anchor
a love that has to be spelled
still correctly
as you all look at me with anticipated fury
this incapacity to
raise my thumb and say
everything is alright
what business do i have writing this poem somehow
the lines that throw up
the feet that runs away from them all
i have this world
in my fingertips and it is mine and mine alone
small and tight
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That's Rude
I am not the one to call you names.
However...
I have perfected a few facial expressions.
'Really?
I'm impressed already.
Go on.
I'd like to see them.'
When I roll my eyes up...
And they remain there a few seconds,
That means your conversation...
Is beginning to become disbelieved.
'Hmmm.
Okay.'
When I roll my eyes to the left,
And I begin to nibble on my bottom lip...
I am asking myself,
'Why am I listening to this bunch of...
Malarkey.'
With the hopes you notice I am doing it.
'Uh huh.
Go on.'
When my eyes roll from left to right,
And widen wide...
That should give you a clue,
I know that you lie.
'Uh...hmmm.
And...
What else you got? '
And if I begin to roll them around,
Twice.
And leave them left staring at the ground...
And my head is bowed,
With my hand resting on my forehead?
Nothing you have said,
Am I interested in.
'I THINK I would rather have you call me names.'
Oh...
I left out one thing.
If my hand goes over my mouth like this...
And you can't hear a thing I say,
That means you have gotten the message.
And standing next to me,
You will not stay.
'I'm sorry.
What did you say?
You have your mouth covered.
So...
Now you rather just wave and walk away?
That's rude.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduces Suspicion
Why is it,
People minding their own business...
Are today the ones suspect?
And they are the very same people,
Who wanted to give of themselves...
With interest and a self respect.
The very same people,
Others chose to disregard and reject.
And now those who once gave,
Of themselves to neglect...
Have decided to mind their own business.
And they have become the ones,
Focused upon...
As if their doings,
Will bring them too much attention.
And this introduces suspicion...
Since their peaceful existence,
Poses to others...
With innuendos whispered,
That those with peace of mind...
Should be considered by others as threats!
Even making a decision to mind one's business,
Gives others to feel there is a reason...
To have none of their own.
And the evidence of that is shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am No Longer A Puppy
You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
That leaves me guessing,
Which identity I've witnessed...
Is the one that is the basic you.
You seem to believe a game of hide and seek,
Adds to your allure and captivates with mystique.
But those games you play of fake the chaser,
Hard to get and guess 'my' mood...
Is pushing me towards the exit.
To leave you and have no regrets.
You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
That leaves me guessing,
Which identity I've witnessed...
Is the one that is the basic you.
If you haven't noticed,
I am no longer a puppy.
But I can be a fulltime dog...
In a wide opened field,
I can cruise if I choose to occupy my day.
I am with you because of an interest.
Not to be tested for a patience endured.
If you seek a playmate to exchange,
In the playing of games...
I suggest you select someone,
On your level and equally immature.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Is There To Be Given I Am Here To Receive
Can you give me something more,
Than less than your professed best?
I've been waiting to be impressed...
Since you let it known,
When you 'try'...
You can produce much better.
At least show me the evidence you are trying.
I wouldn't be such a pest.
But you were the one who stated,
I knew nothing about good taste.
Okay...
I'm done with your serving of appetizers.
I am now prepared to nibble on the main event.
If it is there to be given I am here to receive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It That You Are Trying To Solicit?
If I had nothing else to believe,
When nourished as a child...
So happy am I,
I had not been encouraged to be deluded...
By a perception that my physicality...
Was the only reason I had been given the gift of life.
And my existence was to receive compliments.
With the expectations to thrive on them to survive.
So many live from day to day,
Concerned about their appearances.
With nothing else to offer or to give...
But a donating of a consistent ego.
To then seek confirmation,
From those who are equally obsessed...
With the addressing of their shallowness.
And offended by those who do not take notice.
'I don't understand it.
My weave flows.
My eyebrows are arched.
And my butt is tight and bubbled.
Why can I not attract attention? '
~How much more of it do you want?
What is it that you are trying to solicit?
A husband a pimp or a circus tent? ~
'Thank you for your encouragement.'
~No problem.
That's why I am here.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
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