Health Care
If I am not aware...
Who else can I fault,
For not being there?
And more conscious,
Of my own health care.
To show a responsibility,
Upon my neglect!
And an absent mindedness...
I have chosen to reflect,
With a disrespect accepted.
Who should I hold accountable?
Insured or not!
Since I have been too busy.
With no time to stop!
Or keep informed.
Who should I accuse for my illnesses?
Or new infections created and born.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Me Informed
Keep me informed,
When you think you see dawn.
And you are through with darkness
That supplied subdued restlessness.
And you wish to move on!
Yes...
Keep me informed.
Keep me informed,
When you're hopelessness has gone.
I will be there,
To chip aware what is left of your despair.
And you are prepared to sing songs!
Yes...
Please keep me informed.
Keep me informed,
If you feel you've been wronged.
With me I will help you undo...
Bitterness I have felt too!
And we will build a love...
Recognized and true.
Yes...
That is what we will do.
If you keep me informed.
Just keep me informed,
Take your time...
But don't take that time too long!
I've been searching for you.
You are someone who sees through...
Clouds you wish to lift!
And I am here,
To assist with the lifting of it!
Yes...
Keep me informed.
I know together we belong!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Gods Really Exist
It's said God's compassionate he's merciful as well,
Which begs the question why would he create Hell,
It's a terrible torture for Our Lord to create,
To make people suffer is a form of hate.
That's against his teachings or so we are taught,
Could a God really hurt now there is a thought,
Some suffer from illness from birth to old age,
Yet he doesn't help them why won't he engage.
Illnesses have been with us since time began,
Which ruins the debate they're the fault of man,
He lets people starve still they die of thirst,
This form of cruelty is truly the worst.
Genocide and wars leave us all crying,
Yet God looks from above as millions are dying,
Murderers and rapists, paedophiles too,
He allows them to live without any ado.
If his teachings are true why not intervene,
They would never be born to grow to be mean,
If he lets evil thrive then we must ask,
Why does he allow it we must take him to task.
If we're made to suffer it's really quite odd,
When we recover we give thanks to God,
If our illness kills us we'll claim it's Gods will,
He walks away blameless that's a bitter pill.
Why do we do this it's always the same,
God gets the credit but never the blame,
He created all life so it must be his fault,
Yet he still wants our praise he wants us to exalt.
Why the Hell should we our argument's strong,
The good still die young he must know that is wrong,
Death should be kept for the chosen few,
Strike them with illnesses for the evil they do.
God's universe is endless so why should we die,
For all righteous people death should not apply,
No compassionate person would allow us such pain,
Yet he allows it to happen again and again.
So many religions and cultures all have different Gods,
Yet we all suffer the same so what are the odds,
That God's are but a figment of our imagination,
A fictional characer a delusional creation.
If there is a God then please make us aware,
Give us a sign by showing us you care,
Which now begs the question therein lies the twist,
it's one we must ask,
‘' Do Gods Really Exist ''
Popularity Based Upon Testimony Received
Dangerous are the ones,
Uncomfortable in their own skins.
Easily influenced and absent of identity.
Personally untrustworthy.
Yet dutiful when given and assigned responsibility.
And programmed they are,
To achieve a popularity.
Based upon testimony received...
From those who are equally trained to deceive.
Successfully!
And that is reflective to the health of one's society.
Accepted to observe without comment if wished.
Or deny in one's defense which is commonly witnessed,
To make for them a conscious sense...
To what they do that's done.
For their own betterment and social standing perceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adolescent Deeds
Spoiled children encouraged,
To sit and witness their siblings...
Restricted from doing things,
They believe can be manipulated eventually...
Will make attempts to do anything.
If this means to them,
A getting of an attention given.
Believing with an 'innocence',
A 'cuteness' is determined.
But some children grow.
To leave behind their childishness.
With a learning not to disrespect.
Or expect child-like tantrums accepted,
Without someone rejecting their selfishness.
To then make claims of being neglected,
When left to be held accountable...
For actions that reflect,
Immaturity at its best.
And as aults who have aged,
These same 'children' become insulted.
When others too mature no longer will endure,
With a tolerance depleted and absent to feed...
Spoiled children encourage,
To perform adolescent deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Health is.
When you are aware of the real need of your body
Will not try to destroy it with bad habits wrongly.
Should learn how the human body function,
What to eat and drink to have the best food conversion.
Definitely must move enough to stop deterioration,
Never to have joint and bone troubles, need prevention.
Must rest enough and good night sleep,
To avoid stress, anger and your health to upkeep.
Our body has the built in healing,
Only we have to stop which is destroying,
Then you do not need doctor or medicine,
Perfect health is yours, your body'll be a well oiled machine.
The human body is the greatest wonder of this time,
We must take the best care and stop the crime.
Anyway, if we keep peace, harmony and kindness,
Our body will reflect that back timeless.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Shouldn't One Be Conscious of Losing Fat
Shouldn't one be conscious of losing fat?
Especially if one manages one's diet.
And is aware of that fact!
And yet one who manages another,
Where others are employed.
Has the audacity to say...
They had no idea,
How things turned out...
In the way they have.
But can account for a time,
Of having known some excess!
But yet can pocket and create excuses,
For the disappearance of missing funds!
Which one would you hold more accountable?
And why do all their relatives,
Manage to have Summer homes in Florida?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Failure Factor
The failure factor,
Attacks...
Those who believe they can make mistakes.
And not hold themselves accountable.
Or own up to responsibility.
Many make claims that others are at fault.
And seek to blame them,
For showing no empathy.
Or provide them with delusions,
To ease their self inflicted sufferings.
And confronting them with a seriousness,
That has to be faced.
And this they can not take.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Time To Take Responsibility
It is time to take responsibility.
And stop blaming those,
Who created such a monumental mess.
~This we agree.
But those who protest our forward steps,
Just happen to be the very same people...
Who wish us not to succeed.
They want others to believe...
Their incompetence is missed.
And those choosing to ignore them,
And their pretensiousness...
Need to be convinced.
With a powerful blockading obstructing facts.
By a showing of their ignorance...
That keeps a stagnation intact.~
It is time to take responsibility.
And stop blaming those,
Who created such a monumental mess.
~Have you come forward to confess?
Or are you joining us to have this addressed?
Let me dropp this clue on you...
Most of us came out of the womb prepared.
And not to dance like Fred Astaire.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Most Dependable
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
And on them we're dependent,
But we choose them to offend.
We think of them to think of us,
When daylight comes until it ends.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often those we disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Never bother who created man
I enjoy life as I can
People tell me, Get up early
I sleep late,
So go to hell
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Somewhere I read,
pray to god
I don’t have any time for that
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Mother says take care of health
I say most important is wealth
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Preachers preach,
Never be phony, Live honestly
I say fool as many
Being honest is being lousy
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
My goal is money
Even if have to kill somebody
Life without money
Is bee without honey
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
I met with an accident
Nobody lent a helping hand
I realized, I was disliked
I thought with all the might
To make life happy
One has to live rightly
Greed is worst for life
With it one can never rise
I’m a changed man
Contentment is my ambition
Now, I never earn as I can
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Accuse
There is no accuse for a man to hit a woman.
He may say that how he was raised.
Or he may say it is the pressure of your financial situation.
But neither one of these reasons are an accuse.
He may even have you thinking it is your fault.
By saying it is your lack of support or the tone in which you talk.
Still no accuse.
Believe it or not he may even tell you it is because he loves you too much.
Well ladies, when a man love you his touch should be as gentle as a summer breeze not a fist.
Love is no accuse.
You've Become Too Delusional
What about the ones who are not listening?
Those who have chosen,
To see life with a narrow mindedness...
And now questioning what is in it for them,
With a quality of life that benefits!
What about them and what's ahead?
How do we get this seriousness imbedded,
In their heads?
What about the ones who are not listening?
Those who have chosen,
To see life with a narrow mindedness...
And now questioning what is in it for them,
With a quality of life that benefits!
What about them and what's ahead?
How do we get this seriousness imbedded,
In their heads?
And what is it we can do...
After years of shouting,
They have put us through!
'Huh?
Snap out of it!
You've become too delusional!
Even the rocks that have blocked our attempts,
To stop us with obstacles...
Are left smiling.
I am not into torture.
Are you coming or not! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get What It Was to Do Done
It has been a long time since I had been a child.
Such a long time,
Those actions I did then...
Were tolerated and condoned by someone else,
Who I respected as an adult and it reflected.
Whether or not I accepted.
And from those who taught me,
The difference as I grew.
I knew when I matured...
So few did that too.
And while they now make excuses,
For everything that they do...
Or not.
Expecting to be dismissed...
Like children throwing tantrums,
And spoiled fits.
Upon others they drop.
To do flip flops...
With something childish,
They can not stop!
I wont put up with it!
No matter how 'old'...
These ageless 'kids' may get!
I'm not going to put up with none of that one bit.
I have learned to be accountable.
And responsibility for my actions...
I take.
I have learned to embrace,
Take hold and move on!
No matter who around me,
May hide or deny...
Any action I may make.
With a mind that is awake.
I might undo it.
But...
Whatever that decision is,
It is done by me to say...
'Something'
I had to do to get what it was to do done!
Whether those of childish minds are left stunned.
To get from point A to B does not require a Phd!
Or a pail and shovel to collect sand.
I have been taught not to be afraid to take a stand!
And...
Get it over to get over it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Their Final Breath Is Exhaled
Would you want to know how and when you'll die?
I mean in terms of hereditary disease,
Scientists are currently trying to explain why,
Their propaganda is being used to appease.
It's all for the future good of our health,
Well that's what they'd have you believe,
If truth be told its deceit by stealth,
It's your pockets they're trying to relieve.
Genetically speaking miracle cures will appear,
Purely because of this experimentation,
They continually emphasise we have nothing to fear,
We should all be filled with elation.
They'll test your history, how your parents died,
Then guess when you'll do the same,
Their results and practises will not be denied,
To the winners they'll get fortune and fame.
Insurance companies will be dancing through hoops,
Saying I'm sorry but you can't be insured,
Your grandparents were part of one of those groups,
Who had illnesses, which could not be cured?
Before you know it you'll be out on a limb,
They'll put signs around your head,
Saying for this poor soul well his future is grim,
It won't be long before he is dead.
That's just the start, soon before you are born,
They'll say he won't have a good life,
Abort the baby is what they will warn,
Saying he will suffer nothing but strife.
They are doing it now without proper proof,
It's a fact it's both evil and cruel,
Decisions by those who think they're aloof,
If you believe them you must be a fool.
What comes next will come in a different guise,
They'll start using the ill for reseach,
As mutations develop new strains will arise,
Lif as we know it will fall from it's perch.
In this doomsday scenario we need to take care,
Interference in nature should be banned,
There'll be consequences, of which we are not yet aware,
The outcomes will be totally unplanned.
The disastrous aftermath they'll refuse to face,
Academics never admit they have failed,
They'll deny the demise of the Human Race,
‘' As Their Final Breath Is Exhaled ‘'
Take Care Of Your Health
Stop using it,
Stop eating it,
Stop taking it,
And take care of yourt health;
For, it is better to live longer than to die so early!
You need the clean food in life,
You need the clean water in life,
You need to take care of your health in the right way;
For death is just at the corner waiting for our own mistakes!
So, take care of your health and live longer.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Health Deteriorated
Health deteriorated and nobody care it.
And we say health is wealth.
The health worker the doctor all paid
And the patients died
And all are apathetic towards health.
In this Hitech age cholera measeales
Malaria are the cause of our death.
Common man died due to diseases
Died due to hunger due to neglect
By our own man and we all remain silent.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Sonnet 23
Be aware gentlemen I dare say
For all those sugar coated lies
Ladies will have it their way
No matter what they can be sly
Be aware all gentlemen kind
The secrets are not in her kiss
Such confusion you will find
You'll never be sure of this
Be aware gentlemen or regret
Those gentle words and woes
Never once show her neglect
For such pain you will know
Be aware gentlemen and wise
Ladies come with many surprise
poem by Suelynn Walters
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We in the press have a special role since there is no other institution in our society that can hold the President accountable. I do believe that our democracy can endure and prevail only if the American people are informed.
quote by Helen Thomas
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Cut and Separate Quick to Split
There are those who believe themselves chosen,
To hold up the process of one's life.
They are the ones who elect to be understood...
With no comprehension or faith to do things.
Not the way they should be done.
Unless they have a say...
In which way they decide,
What has to be done for them is right.
And something that initiates,
A feeling of false pride.
Even though what gets done,
Is at a time that arrives too late for some.
With an expectation for others they delay...
Should sit and wait with a patience,
That has become frayed.
Strained and frazzled.
Or...
They wish to debate uselessly,
Over that which should have taken place.
And wasting as much time as they can,
To be understood!
'For goodness sake!
I am not the cause for this reaction! '
When folks like this,
Began to flaunt excuses to abuse and disrespect...
Never acknowledge what it is that they do,
Because from you they will determine...
You have become accustomed to their neglect!
And from you expect apologies.
Sever yourself from these kinds of people.
Cut and separate quick to split...
From this addicting BS.
And have none of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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