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Give Them No Credit

Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?

'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'

Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.

'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'

Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.

'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '

You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Doesn't Make Sense

Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
Because you have become successful...
Doing what you have always done,
They feel you will become less successful,
If they ignored you?
I don't get it!
That doesn't make sense!
Haven't they always ignored you?
And you, them?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
If you ignored them better than they have ignored you,
Wouldn't that make you even more successful?
And that's what you've done in the first place?
Maybe they're trying to get you to notice they're ignoring you?
And you're not paying them any attention?
But that's what's going on anyway?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!

'I know!
And less of it is being made everyday!
Hopefully this will become very lucrative? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Too Can Make Thunder Roll

Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.

Everyone wants to shine,
If it means taking less time...
To learn how to do it.
They wish to solicit an assistance,
To reach heights!
With a minimal amount of require effort.

Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.

Everyone believes,
A success achieved can be wished.
While a sitting back to do nothing,
Is a prerequisite.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After The Poems What Will Be For Me?

After the poems, what will be for me?
I am now wholly in them
But they are not as good
As I dreamed
And I as a poet am not the answer to my own ambition.

Will it be ‘Stories’ next?
And then on to ‘Aphoristic reflections’ Pascal- like?

How will I do it?
Or will, as seems most likely now, how will I never do it?

I am the mediocre poet who is the mediocre writer who is the mediocre thinker who is mediocre in all he does

I am the mediocrity and my mediocrity makes me me.
Mediocre me- Pity pity the poor ambitious soul
Who would have been great, and is not.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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That's 'Almost' Funny

If one does anything perceived,
That gets an attention one deserves...
There will be envy expressed.
Or a sarcasm heard.

If one looks a certain way,
That hints of beauty...
Or an accepted physical presence,
There will be envy shown.
Or a 'player' hating comment thrown.

Forget about feelings of emotions felt.
Forget about struggles one is dealed and dealt.
Forget about living the process of life itself.
If it was about looks and what it took to survive...
Very few who victimize would not be around,
Expressing envy, jealousy...
Or rolling their nonproductive eyes.

Folks who provoke and poke their jokes,
Do more lieing than trying to invoke good strokes.

'That's some 'light' stuff!
Is your poetry on a diet? '

That's 'almost' funny.
It must be the season of the Easter Bunny?
I rate that one 'ha' with two hees.
Followed with a 'mind-your-business'.
Leave!
On a serious note...
You irritate me.

ANYWAY...

If one does anything perceived,
That gets an attention one deserves...
There will be envy expressed.
Or a sarcasm heard.

If one looks a certain way,
That hints of beauty...
Or an accepted physical presence,
There will be envy shown.
Or a 'player' hating comment thrown.

'To an 'ego' known.
Overblown.'

You have a lot of time to do absolutely 'nothing'.

'And with a 'nothingness' done,
You have achieved 'some' success.'

Buzz off!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified To Do

The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.

Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.

People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.

The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Could Use A Big Pinch

We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.

And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.

We all,
Have been 'there' in emotional need.
But choosing to be alone...
With those needs going unknown.

We all wish to be fed,
That which is in our hearts.
But expressed with hot heads.

We all want sometimes,
To be on someone else's mind.
Caring less...
They have their own desires to address.
And when that from them is confessed...
We then expose our centered selfishness.

Oh yes!

We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.

And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.

To leave...
Some with no choice but to voice,
Obscenities heard screaming...
To get that attention publicly!

We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.

We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.

We all could use a...
OUCH!
Why did you do that?

~I thought that was a request.
For a message you needed help to get!

We 'all' could use a big pinch,
Of more commone sense.
With a feeling that is believed...
To leave no one unconvinced! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Record

For the record.
Let this today,
Be expressed.

No interest to apply discipline,
Or respect for their own culture...
Came from them with respect given.

Until someone they believed they knew...
Had been rumored to get paid,
For this activity!
And years unknown,
By them achieved.

It was perceived what had been accomplished,
Comes to some quite easily.
And collectively a failure grew.
Leaving them stunned.
With a mumbling done.

'How is this possible? '

Knowing the gifts from God,
Who gives.
Maintaining integrity.
And taking initiative.

Sustained with faith!
And the facing of obstacles.
With a belief success comes uncontested.
Desired and possible.
Although it might be tested.

With a bit of heartbreak and failure,
In the mix.
But getting up after stumbling.
Convinced...
One can accomplish anything,
If one's mind is committed to it!

For the record...
Let this today,
Be expressed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success doesn't mean that you are healthy, success doesn't mean that you're happy, success doesn't mean that you're rested. Success really doesn't mean that you look good, or feel good, or are good.

quote by Victoria Principal
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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No end to success

Success is not the triumph over regress,
Success is the power to suppress.
Success is not the money or the fame,
Success is, knowing you are still the same.
Success is not the power or the pride.
Success is the knowing how to hide.
Success is not a gift or gain,
Success is accepting and believing in your name.
Success is not a point or goal to seek,
Success is, believing you have never reached the peak.
Success is

poem by Jeff Rushton
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Their Actions Never Made Sense

'What is the matter?
You look as if you've been told a joke? '

No.
But you can look at it that way.
I just spoke to a fool.

'Oh? '

Yeah.
Accused me of being aloof and distant.
As if I thought I was better than the others.
As if I did not want to be bothered with them.

'You're not talking about those same people?
Why don't you just ignore them? '

I try but I can't.
It was great when they ignored me,
And walked around with their noses in the air.
In fact,
I welcomed it
They believed me to be beneath them.

'What changed? '

I guess they discovered I didn't care.
And I was totally happy with peace of mind.

'Is that why you're smiling? '

For the most part.
I was just chastised,
For not accepting an invitation.

'Chastised?
That doesn't make a bit of sense.'

That's why I'm smiling.
I was just told,
I offended those in the clique.
You know...
The ones in the 'inner circle'?
The movers and shakers?
The same folks who announced I was a joke?

'But why are they bothering you? '

That's why I'm smiling.
It took this this long to realize they are crazed.
And 'now' that it has been validated...
They believe I am worthy to be embraced.

'That doesn't make a bit of sense! '

Would you stop saying that!
That's why I am smiling.
Their actions never made sense,
From the beginning.

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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Succes! !

It’s not a goal you seek
It’s not about getting money
It’s not to stay negative
It’s not all about you but other around you too
It’s not the end but the beginning of your life
To realizing and learning is what your success is
To try and want to improve is what your success is
To accomplish things by your own is what your success
To give or share is what your success is
To respect and believing in you is what your success is
To challenge yourself is what your success is
To work hard to reach your dreams you once believe is what your success is
Success is sweet and…. I believe it’s waiting for you to own it and hold it with your life.

poem by Angie Alphonce
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Success That Is Achieved

The best success that is achieved,
Is the kind one feels within...
And is not denied,
By a comparison made.

A stated success,
That relates to acquiring things to impress...
Is much like a quick passing of a fad.
Once that trap fades...
A satisfaction remembered with it dies.

The best success that is achieved,
Is the kind one feels within...
And is not denied by a comparison made.
Leaving this accomplishment to stay and endure,
For as long as the memory of how it was done...
Lingers in the mind of the one who does it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Get It

(I Dont Get It) I dont get why you take such a big amount of what we
Work so hard to f*ckin' make I don't get why we can't do
What we want to when it doesn't hurt you I don't get it
I don't get why we can't smoke
Just because you say it's bad
What mother nature chose to grow I don't get it I don't why we should change
What we said here to so
We dont have to expalin I don't get it I can't make sense of anything
I can't make sense of anything I can't make friends with anyone
I don't get anything at all It doesn't matter anymore

song performed by by Lit from Tripping the Light Fantastic
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What have we achieved since the end of the Second World War? We have allowed petty, bourgeois regimes in which everything is average, mediocre.

quote by Tahar Ben Jelloun
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Unexpressed Depth

None of this you say is expected?
I can not imagine why?
All my life I have shared my interests.
And no secret about it had been kept.

And for you to say none of this from me,
You had perceived or could expect?
Proves to me now you had no respect!
Or you believed no success I would get.

Either way...
Whatever you say,
People like you I have long ago left!
And what I've always done, stays.

Oh...
You thought I was one of 'those'?
And that's odd you would mention that.
Since I thought you to have unexpressed depth!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Dedicated

They are more affected,
By my success...
With a displaying of their false pretentions,
Than I have earned the right to express...
But don't.
Since I did not achieve any perceived success,
Based upon any acts of pretention.
And I have been too dedicated,
To find the time to flaunt what I've done.
I've been doing and not talking about it.

And...
I am not that distant.
I hear them taking their 'trips'.
Performing without sweat involved.
Or the hours of lost sleep.
And eating when the thought occurs.
It is easy to assume one knows about success,
And what it takes to make it happen.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fate; not the only thing to depend upon

All we have some desires
Some wishes and ambitions of our own
But when it cannot be achieved
We say, we are unlucky
But fate is not the only thing to depend upon
So why it is said 'Man is the Architect of his own fate? '
Surely there should be no doubt about it
Need to keep faith and increase our confidence level
Need hard effort and labor
As 'Industry is the key to success'
So man can achieve his desires
By not depending on fate
But by trying and working hard all time.

poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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With Obstacles And Criticisms Expected

The success of my adventures,
Began when I became ignored.
When I began to explore my individuality,
With a sense not to pay attention...
To those who attempted,
To block this need I felt inside of me.

The success of my adventures,
Awakened with my curiosity.
I wanted to know how things in life connected.
And not too many explanations,
Did I accept.
I researched my own philosphies.
Although I've been close to breakiing my neck.

'Boy, do you think money grows on trees? '
My mother would say that to me early...
When she would buy my sister Mim and I,
Candy I didn't like!

And I wondered 'why' she kept saying 'that' to me.
Planting that seed to uncover,
WHERE did money grow?
If not from trees?
I had to know!
My mother 'hinted' there were other possibilities.

The success of my adventures,
Began when I became ignored.
When I began to explore my individuality,
With a sense not to pay attention...
To those who attempted,
To block this need I felt inside of me.

And I wanted to know...
If I couldn't do certain things,
Why was this told to me before I tried?
Why was this said to me,
As 'if' to deny?
And upon hearing 'that'...
I started to carve my own path.

And,
If I became lost...
It was something about 'that',
That became more attractive.
With obstacles and criticisms...
Expected!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occupied By Similar and Limited Visions

A sold soul,
Has an inability to self reflect.
Everything they are told,
Is with ears set...
On an idealistic perfectness.

Although they are constantly trying,
To achieve a correctness...
They believe to themselves,
That has already been identified...
But can not be to over stressed.
By the credentials they have been awarded.
And achieved by feeding,
A confirmed definition of success.

And compared to others,
Who are occupied by similar and limited visions...
To assess mindsets equally possessed.
A sense of false happiness has been achieved...
With a certification shown that has them obsessed,
In those social circles...
Where titles and name dropping,
Are emphasized topics to be loudly addressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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