Having Not a Thought to Express
Had someone ever asked you a question?
And you answered with an honest response?
To get into a debate,
Over how your answer was delivered?
Although the content was not the issue,
As much as the way it was done.
And then that person tells another,
What you had said...
That should have been said with more tact!
Then you find yourself,
Wishing to have not responded at all.
And if you had done that...
You would have been accused,
Of being thoughtless.
To leaving your point of view,
Butchered.
And discussed by others,
To dissect and attack.
And at times having not a thought to express...
Can leave you at the mercy,
Of those who will decide for themselves...
What it is you think!
How you think!
And about what!
The beliefs you have,
And your lack of concern!
With advice that spreads to others...
It would be best to ignore you.
Because you 'think' you know too much!
And,
You always have something to say...
To have things done your way.
And,
You take that as a clue...
To do just that,
To keep your peace of mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy Your Day
You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.
Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!
'Why are you leaving? '
You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?
'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'
First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.
And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!
'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '
That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.
'You will not be asked back here again! '
Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Amuse At The Expense Of Wasted Time
Would these be betting odds,
That an asking of someone...
Who has done something in their life,
For more than 'sixty years'.
And approached to be questioned,
What they have been doing...
Since they were last seen ten years ago?
And that question has been asked,
By that same person rerpeatedly.
And the response is known.
What would be the likely odds,
That the person asked the question...
Would 'not' be doing,
What has become an obvious love...
For what that person does.
Should the one asking that same question,
Take a gamble and ask another question...
That would initiate a conversation,
Expressing a real interest?
And not just say the same thing to re-tread.
I maybe wrong about this,
But...
Leaving the person feeling a sense of being appreciated,
Would probably reveal a human being existing.
Instead of a novelty to amuse at the expense of wasted time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You All Right?
They keep asking me this question
I don't know how to answer
They say it again
And I still don't have an answer
Really, what do you say to that
I could say I'm fine, but that would be a lie
I could say everything, but then they would keep asking me questions
Questions i couldn't answer
That's when I simply smile and walk away
The question that's always asked, but never answered
Are you all right?
That's for you to decide
(2-21-05)
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Purpose For the Delivery
Evaluating the messenger,
Does not diminish the content of the message.
Nor do judgements given,
Dissect its power.
Options of free will,
Have never stopped the foolish.
Lessons learned too late...
Are what they are!
Lessons learned,
Too late.
Satiating a taste,
For diminishing appetites.
Those believing it is never too late...
Only have to stop their wishes,
For yesterdays reminisced.
To look outside to find that time...
Has not ceased to stop,
For those choosing to block it from moving forward.
It is doing so without one thought about them at all!
And the messenger could care less,
Who addresses what or when.
Or if ever discussed to comprehend.
To gather any attention then.
That is not the purpose for the delivery!
Nor a concern to debate with them!
Just like time...
Coming,
To Go!
With a flow that does not slow,
To await those chasing it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With All Due Respect
We have come to tell you,
We find your actions to be...
Despicable, distasteful to our policies.
Disrespectful to our rules.
Offensive and totally nonconforming.
And...
You have rubbed us the wrong way.
'Whew!
That's a relief.
When I saw the two of you,
Approaching me with those huge smiles...
I thought you were about to deliver,
Well...
Bad news.
You see,
For the record...
I tried to tell you that myself when we first met.
But during that initial meeting,
When asked...
If anyone had anything further to discuss,
My raised hand was ignored.
And that meeting you ended.
You have to remember that?
I was then new on the scene.'
That's not the issue here.
What is it that you intend to do?
'Have I been honest? '
Too honest.
: 'Have I been direct? '
Too direct.
'Have I been accountable? '
Well...
'Have I or have I not been accountable? '
Well, yes.
And that's the one thing,
That is the most embarrassing to us.
You seem not to care you are ruining our reputations.
'You''ll get over it.
You think it's easy for me,
Getting up every morning...
'Knowing' that's the kind of person I am.
Do you know how I struggle through the day,
With that kind of guilt on my mind?
And not have a deceiving thought to share all day long?
Do you know how hard that is?
And to live with happiness around here, too?
You've asked me what I intend to do.
Is this correct? '
Yes.
What are your intentions.
'With all due respect.
My intentions are to ignore you.
Just like you did me when we first met.
I am sure that should be familiar.
Don't you all do that to yourselves as well? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is Regularity a Gift?
Asking me if I like to write...
Is like inviting someone to define,
The art of excrement done.
It is something one does.
From a 'Divine' assignment given.
Like the naturalness of breathing.
Is that regarded as a talent?
Could one decide upon another hobby?
To choose to hop on one leg?
Finding that walking on two,
Has bored!
Is regularity a gift?
And to sustain it with a prolificness.
Would this still be a question asked?
Would humans become closer...
If we were all praised,
For the passing of gas?
And how long would the praise of that done,
Last?
That's the question I would want answered.
If I was curious enough to ask.
Asking me if I like to write...
Is like inviting someone to define,
The art of excrement done.
Or if I find the craft of it satisfying!
And sometimes I am lost...
For which appropriate words to toss.
IF I am experiencing a constipation of thought.
And 'everyone' has had those 'Why-Me-God' moments.
Is regularity a gift?
Well,
I can only express it like this...
I have yet to be blown away by my own talents.
Sometimes they are there unconsiously.
And at other times I find I am straining,
For an easier release...
That does not arrive with such profound blockage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thought You Knew
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And now you are left to suffer.
Clinging onto delusions.
Hoping...
That what has been diminished from your reality,
Will survive to revive a time that has passed!
A time that has gone.
With no guarantee given,
That it would last!
Not to linger for you...
To pick up when you wished.
And to be carried on!
And I observe you in despair.
Wishing to revisit yesterday!
Wishing to do those things,
You promised yourself you would!
If only you could!
With intentions that are good.
And I was there...
Letting you believe,
You had time!
And I knew in my mind,
You were not living in yesterday then!
And I pretended not to know it.
I thought you were teasing.
And unwilling to show it!
And today,
No matter what I say to you...
You aren't prepared to accept tomorrow.
You are not living in the 'now'!
And doing that,
Now...
Can only bring you joy!
But you wish to keep...
Those memories kept in bitterness,
To refresh as if they sit to treat!
And I pretended not to know that...
Because I thought you knew!
Because,
Well...
I thought you knew me too!
But I realize so vividly now...
Both of us have been wrong,
For too long!
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And the happiness I have discovered...
You would not understand it.
Even though I have been here.
And wanting it to be shared!
What you have found to rely on that comforts...
I view that as a sign of despair.
I thought you knew...
I have not been there to share that with you!
And that's the only shame I claim!
Not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
But you...
I know now,
Aren't pretending at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Offering An Opinion
All beliefs are valid.
At least that's what I like to believe.
Until a deduction to get one picture viewed is done.
But to take from someone else their belief,
To interpret it as your own,
Does not express from your point of view at all.
Your debate is to discredit what it is they say,
Without offering an opinion,
From your own mind to give.
UNLESS you are quicker to deduce a picture,
Without it being mentioned as a topic?
And many love to argue over assumptions to win...
Nothing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Between Uncouth and Totally Disgusting
I have been told...
By some folks,
At times I lack tact!
I told them they were correct.
Since during those times,
I am not trying to find it at all!
In fact...
I am really going for ruthlessness.
And 'tact' is not generally a remembered quality,
I wish to leave.
If I achieve anything between uncouth,
And totally disgusting...
All has not been lost!
I have already qualified requirements,
For being outrageous.
So...
Don't find me at fault,
If I happen to be a bit slow to progress!
I am doing my best to fit in.
But the rules?
They keep changing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proper And/Or Acceptible Public Etiquette!
I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
And the only time I am reminded I have them...
Is when someone says,
I should raise and not lower my head...
To quicker dry those tears I cry!
And to wear a smile on my face instead.
With no clue...
Or point of reference,
From which I feel such depth!
Coming as it does...
When it happens,
Delivered from my point of view.
And I do my best not to express...
That these are 'my' heartfelt agonies.
When upon me,
They choose to come to visit!
And not one moment am I in thought...
With wishes to entertain,
Proper and/or acceptible public etiquette!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alternatives
Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
With a taking of advice,
To do what it was.
We chose and approved.
No one then would be offended.
And everyone would live as we wished.
No one would have a need to defend,
A life like this,
In an unquestioned bliss.
But realities as they are,
Have many in conflict.
Those with certain beliefs,
Refuse to comprehend.
Why their perceptions are not adopted.
And those who express they accept alternatives,
Are the ones despised.
Because their lives lived like this,
Has delivered a happiness!
And for many that happiness for them does not exist.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
With a taking of advice,
To do what it was.
We chose and approved.
With a doing done we too.
Would not find the time to debate and argue.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
And isn't it wonderful.
To know we can be ignored.
To then share in the receiving.
Others exchange from their adventures explored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Is It
Why is it when someone tells you something
it keeps repeating itself over in your mind?
It is a question I have no answer for,
but it does it all the time with me.
A very dear friend told me something
that happened in their earlier years
and ever since then it keeps
repeating itself over in my mind.
I keep wishing I had been there at that time
to help them through their ordeal,
but I wasn’t and I didn’t even know them then.
Therefore, why is it now
what happened to them
bothering me so much now?
Could it be I recognise something similar
that happened within my family
and I was unable to help
all the torment that they went through?
Why is it that it bothers me
when I know happiness they found.
The question bothers me for an answer
and that answer I cannot find.
If someone knows the answer,
could they please tell me
and put me out of my misery,
letting my poor heart rest for a time.
30 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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When I Think About Leaving
You know some times me and my lady have these crazy fights and when we do it makes me wonder
Are we\'re ever gonna get it right
When I think about leaving I think about me
What my life would be like if I were back to being free
Go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do, wouldn\'t have a soul I had to answer to
When I think about leaving I think about me
You know I got a friend him and his wife just couldn\'t see eye to eye he had all he could
Stand one day and just packed up and said good-bye
When I think about leaving I think about him
That little apartment cross town he\'s living in
Got an old corvette, got a new girlfriend, but only sees his kids every other weekend
When I think about leaving oh I think about him
I never will forget her face or the day she told me about her dad, how he walked out on her
And her mom when she was just a kid
When I think about leaving oh I think about her
Only five years old and her heart filled up with hurt
With her little arms wrapped around his neck saying daddy where you going, are you coming
Back
When I think about leaving I think about her
You know the truth is, most of the time things were really great and I know we got something
Special
When I think about leaving I think about us
How we build this love we share on faith and trust, honest way we talk, tender way we touch,
All those nights we spent making love,
When I think about leaving oh I think about us
When I think about leaving I think again
Even though that thought crosses my mind every now and then
In my heart I know I would never leave, there\'s nowhere else on earth I would rather be
When I think about leaving I think again
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving:I think again
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption
Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.
If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.
My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a reason
It did not appeal
In fact I sensed it unreal
The bell in holy place was sounding
With impact on mind and pounding
Priest was trying to wake up the Lord
Or was trying to air the holy word
Whatever it may be but certainly a wake up call
Ideal prayer time in the morning for all
I have thought over it number of times
But found no clue any of the time
I was becoming prisoner of conscience
I tried to give close look and thought at once
We all claim to have God inside us
Whatever performed is as per His wish
We are simple tool and helpless
So we bear innocence on the face
This has taken me to the conclusion
Let there remain no confusion
We can't trouble him for our action
As we know good has good and bad has equal reaction
Then why we go and try to awake?
Why so much of our doing is at stake?
I find no answer and keep quiet
The best way is to remember nothing and forget
It has nothing to do with any religion
When we leave peace messages with pigeons
We are at peace with out side world
But turning different in side and feel cold
I feel great sense of relief
When pray Him for brief
Not at fixed time but any time of the day
Whenever find spare time at home or on the way
I have observed myself completely at ease
Energy cycle is on and waiting to release
The rays of happiness is for the person
Who has concern for others and self with reason
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Can't Answer That
Is a return to appreciate someone,
Just too late?
When one discovers,
A position taken of a situation faked...
Had been by another instigated to irritate.
Is it too late when one waits too long,
To express to another an appreciation?
And that time has gone?
What if an attempt was made,
To right a wrong that had been done.
And someone had been accused and blamed,
To discredit and defame.
Should a forgiveness be given?
When an admission of guilt has been finally admitted.
Or should a door that had been open be permanently locked.
Since all feelings of the situation has in the mind been stopped.
'Is that a question asked and said off the top of your head?
Or is this a feeling expressed from your heart instead? '
I can't answer that.
I wont allow my emotions to be played or reminisced.
'So...
You speak of this hypothetically? '
Are you going to answer the question?
'What are your expectations? '
I don't have them anymore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remedy? See it, Read It And Delete
Why send a message,
With an expectation to receive a response.
If your 'email' box is full and blocked.
And when you confront people,
You ask of them...
Why has their communication stopped.
Why bother to have email at all?
If this instant way of keeping in touch,
Is quicker than making a telephone call.
Or if someone says,
'I answered your message...
Why haven't you responded? '
And that person says...
~Time has prevented me to do it.~
And this is the same person heard to say...
~No one ever tells me what's going on.
And if they did...
I haven't reviewed my email for weeks.~
Remedy?
See it, read it and delete!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understanding Love
I asked you to leave
and then I cried.
I asked you to return
and then you sighed.
'Alas my love,
Can't you make up your mind? '
And I responded
'Love makes me blind.'
You asked me to leave
and then I knew
just how you felt
when you thought we were through.
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No advice, please
Do we need any type of advice from others?
Why other’s plight concern us and bother?
Are those concern only meant to be lip services?
Not to learn any for self from other’s misses
It has remained custom and merely a tradition
Purely academic interest without any condition
Sometimes fuel passion and serve as ignition
Thought blasts within without any ammunition
Catching the nerve point and it hurts us most
Simple dose of solace which means nothing in cost
It may be conceded at given point of time and heeded
Some more concrete action is often needed
It may invite ire when hollow promises are given
Increase in plights and condition horribly driven
Person may loose temper and hurl simple abuses
Everybody may turn down advise or refuse
It is not necessary to render it free
People may avoid and some times flee
Your presence may invite mixed response
Some may term it useless and even nonsense
You may feel bad but not react badly
Displeasure may be shown and accepted very sadly
If you can draw the lesson and read as judgment
Insult may be avoided for that very moment
It is better to render where it is needed
Hundred percent sure that it will be heeded
Valuable points may be noted and conceded
Concern and unnecessary worries may be receded
It will serve as medicine and immediate relief
Fast recovery and strengthening the belief
May enlighten the person with full confidence
Advice may have more weight with earning credence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who are you
Who are you? Who are you really?
I probed it number of times but failed wholly
Answer was to be found from sun conscious
It has puzzled me more often and continuous
I tried on all known ills and put self in that position
First of all I asked whether it was difficult question
If so then how to find satisfactory answer
Only close or some distant friends but they may fewer
Very fine morning I was encountered by a poser on line
“Who do you think you are a cheater” the issue is sidelined
There is nothing in your behavior to suggest
I am here to prove you wrong and contest
In fact I wanted to test the reaction from a unknown person
As no one would like to point out short comings with reasons
I had loved expressing self in putting the same character
To express and feel with bad qualities is like a good actor
To feel jealousy is something like getting intolerant for somebody’s success
In no way you are going to be benefited if some one really feels happiness on face
It is weakness that is experienced almost all at one way or other way round
Even though it is immediately not made known but it is understood and found
I have heard the speeches of great saints and religion preachers
They profess the human life as useless and treacherous
It is full of all flaws and individual should rectify the way of living
It may continue for some more but will not help in unfortunate happenings
Such things prove very heavy for probing mind
Suitable answers will never be striking for easy solutions to find
After all it is human mind and needs some psychological comfort
The human journey is like ship anchoring safely at the port
Very few people may be confiding in you as trusted friend
Everybody is fully aware of tendency that may prevail at the end
Even though they might have been trapped under such deception
The over night change in any person can not be assumed from the inception
It is not wrong to assume that we all function after wearing the mask
We are not the same as we are supposed to be right from the start
The moment it comes to threatening the very existence
We go all out to defend self under any manner we feel fit at once
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