Historians' Of How Things Use To Be
Oh...they are there!
Those who wish to share,
Their insecurities.
And dislikes for others.
As they pass their opinions...
To infiltrate,
Already divided communities!
Inciting disagreements.
To get family and friends involved.
As they choose and select,
Who to victimize next!
Who among them they disapprove.
And who deserves to become pestered,
With an ostracizing that accepts,
An infestation of rejection.
Oh...they are there!
Yearning to bring anyone down,
To discomfort in their 'bleak' despair!
And they even declare there should be a unity!
And 'why' those they have slandered...
Choose to leave them,
At the first opportunity!
Quickening a packing.
And instigating a chase!
Oh...they are there!
'Historians' of how things use to be!
And how they remember,
A quality of life...
They had 'issues' with then.
And made it known they did not like!
Since the ones they have already chased away...
Would not stay,
For more of their hostilities...
Interpreted as respect!
But they can not see...
The quality of their backstabbing hospitality!
And why their 'nests' decay!
No one conceives it is desired that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just to Have Their Way
Issues.
Of all kinds.
And varying flavors are there.
Share yours or select one.
Discuss as many as you dare!
Those with them,
Aren't bashful at all.
In fact...
Those who sit,
Without willing to share their issues quick.
Are often dismissed as difficult to get along with.
Since they aren't afraid to say...
Those with issues,
Also choose to have their insecurities displayed...
To block what others may do,
Just to have their way!
And usually they get it...
Only to expose themselves dimwitted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Friends Like These
It's important to have friends.
Not just associates...
But true friends.
The ones that will tell you,
What you don't want to hear...
Regardless of your fears.
The ones who are upfront,
And share what is on their minds.
The ones you might have disagreements with...
From time to time.
It's important to have friends.
The ones you can count on through thick and thin.
The ones who are around,
When marriages and relationships come to an end.
The ones who are there...
Caring with a warm shoulder in your despair.
The ones who refuse to choose,
To compare their blues...
As if they can and have walked in your shoes.
But true friends who can be found...
To lift you up when you are down.
Friends like this...
Know when you need them around!
And no one has to ask them to leave...
When you've become impossible to please.
Keeping friends like these,
Is to your benefit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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What Can I Do?
What can I do?
Besides stand on the sidelines,
To criticize
Things done by others...
With the convenience to disapprove.
And choosing to voice my druthers.
What can I do?
To improve the quality of life.
I'm not the only one sometimes embittered...
Or feel my life has more share of strife.
Have I ever set aside my own selfishness,
To protest against my own wastelessness?
Have I ever gone out of my way,
To listen and empathize with others along the way?
Have I sacrificed my own feeding of greed...
To come to the aid of another who has more need?
Instead of proceeding to mask my own insecurities.
What can I do?
What can I say?
Perhaps today I will make an attempt,
To see myself extremely fortunate!
And do something I have not often done.
Approach someone else to offer my assistance.
And ask, 'What can I do?
If you and I got together...
Maybe you and I can help others too!
Afterall,
Isn't it much easier to try to understand...
Than to stay frustrated,
By making self centered demands!
And who is really listening to that...
When common ground is where we all seem to stand! '
What can I do?
To have us accept each other,
With nothing more than that to prove.
Let's try something new.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Be Upset About A Past Love
do you feel rejected about your past lover?
do not be upset, just remember and then smile as you remember
his kiss and embraces and (you know better, what more)
reminisce the sweet moments, and then carefully pluck out the
bitter ones, like the way you choose the chaff from the grain,
the rotten tomatoes from the healthy ones,
the bad eggs, the speckled and spotted ones,
select, that is your right,
to choose and discard or keep, and for those that you do not need,
those that you think still hurt you
and destroy you,
let all these things go
exercise your power to select, and throw and vomit and delete,
choose and be so choosy,
just take what is necessary, just keep the happiness and throw
sadness and loneliness away,
take life, and live and be yourself, what else does we need really?
whatever it is, forget and forgive, bloom and zoom,
grow and glow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Best Point of View
The best point of view to have,
Is the one not interpreted to offend.
Even though what is observed,
Affects everyone with the same pain.
Many insist to have their messages delivered,
With a bit of sweetner.
And kept hushed in low voices.
Some medicate until they can exaggerate the affects.
While others choose to voice their opinions direct.
Either way this does not subject the majority of those,
Still holding onto their pretentions.
Although they prefer not to have them taunted...
And if this is suspected they become irate.
With an ostracizing of EVERYONE from their delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Lessons Are More Effective
Attempts were made to contact you!
Long before your present concerns became fashionable.
Long before your way of life,
Came crashing down to Earth.
Those things now happening to you...
Happened to others first.
Remember those homeless and hungry,
Expressing human needs?
You do recall expressing this statement...
'If they don't like it here,
Why don't they leave! '
You remember being given authority,
To select those for work...
And you chose those of 'quality'.
You remember being given government grants?
And choosing friends and family members,
To take the funds to fill up pocketbooks...
And their already bulging pants!
You remember representing yourself,
As a part of the community?
Only to express that when it was advantageous,
To take what you wanted.
Then you would leave.
Remember voices saying you should train the folks...
And sharing that,
A prosperity would grow?
But you let greed feed your selfishness!
That is why no one cares that you now suffer.
Or that you have no where to go!
And you feel offended with your defensiveness.
Some lessons are more effective...
If they are felt!
Like a beating received one gives oneself,
Before one can say they truly 'know'!
'Who learns more from their experiences?
Crabs on the bottom?
Those in the middle?
Or the ones on top? '
They are all in the same barrel...
So that process stops!
'Precisely! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember The 'Old' Days?
Remember the 'old' days,
When attempts were not made...
To manipulate legitimacy.
And people did deeds with merit,
To achieve their best to be correct.
With a doing of it without being tested,
By deceivers picking apart what had been done.
Just to prove they can devalue,
A quality of life for everyone.
Remember the 'old' days,
When expectations were raised high to reach?
Without a seeking them in gutters,
By those who had their druthers...
To share their findings with others.
Remember the 'old' days,
When people were not demanding...
Entitlements underserved.
Yet wanted them served in their opened hands.
Remember the 'old' days?
There are still many left who do.
With a yearning to earn what was given to them.
And respect and discipline was not forbidden then.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself.
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Every Maryland family wants financial security, schools that work, quality healthcare, safer neighborhoods, and ever-expanding economic opportunity. These are the building blocks of a superior quality of life.
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End Of A Season
Here we are at the end of a season,
and as we depart today,
we take away all the memories
we have gathered during our stay.
We reflect on friendships we have made,
the ones we have lost and the ones we have.
Our leaving today is mixed with happiness,
sadness, and even a little regret
for the things we should have done
and did not get around to doing yet.
The happiness is all the laughter
we had while we were here,
the sadness if for the departed friends
whom we will never see again.
Though we will never see them,
their memories linger on.
They will still be with us,
even though they maybe gone.
As we leave today we must remember
the friends we have still,
and the new ones we have made.
As friends are so important within our daily lives.
They share our happiness
when our hearts are filled with joy.
Their comforting arms are around us
when times of sadness appear.
We must always remember
that we can never choose our family
only our friends, so our friends we must always
hold close to our heart.
19 October 2008
Author’s Note.
I gave this as my sermon on the last day of our season at the Western Town. As read, it to my congregation I felt as if I was reading a poem. Therefore, I have changed it to look like one. I never write conventional sermons, but ones that will appeal to any religion without offending anyone’s beliefs.
David Harris
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose or Lose
Every day there's a fork in the road.
Do you settle for pie less a la mode?
Are you the seller or being sold?
Are you the teller or being told?
If you choose, you might be right;
If you don't, you lose the fight…
A fight to know where you stand,
Pursuing ways solely you planned.
If afraid to choose, you surely lose,
Missing chances only you refuse.
That choice is there just for you.
Let not love nor money dim your view.
In name and gender you had no choice.
Now able to choose, in unflinching voice,
Proclaim that friends you select
Reflect your own self respect.
Decide what's best and then believe
What you choose you will receive.
Accept no less than your worth.
You're the only one of you on earth!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.
This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.
Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.
But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.
And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeating Insecurities
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
Look!
Simply put.
Flourishing hype and propaganda,
Debated for the purposes to maintain greatness...
Does not meet to satisfy,
Those pushed to the streets...
To glorify a losing quality of life.
Simply put,
And without proper etiquette...
Days of high profile postering,
In stances taken now weakened.
Has increasingly decreased a respect once received,
Defeating insecurities...
And those pretentions kept to have others believe.
Politics and indecisions exposed,
Does not keep aged old traditions fading...
Upper most in the minds of those in tattered clothes.
Fresh minds advancing to reach new plateaus...
Have decades ago,
Left horse drawn carriages.
While a population strolled along,
Under oil lighted street lamps...
Slowly walking upon those cobbled stone roads.
And the ones holding positions,
To keep days and times like this standing still...
Are the very same people,
Wishing to keep an implementation...
Of this mindset for many no longer exists.
An ignorance cemented and does not self examine,
Loses more than memories to relive and breathe.
Minds fixed and stubborn inflict wounds never to heal.
Wounds future generations will remember as revealed,
As those times when their ancestors fed upon greed...
And lost an opportunity for a greatness to seal.
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even Though Some Do Not Show They Have a Clue
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
There has been a breakdown of concern,
Others display for one another.
There is a total lack of empathy,
In many environments where people bleed.
And are homeless and go hungry.
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
And it is difficult to sympathize,
With those who have 'had' now 'have' not' in their lives.
Those who made it a point to criticize and devalue,
Others they despised.
And now they cry their own tears they can not hide.
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time To Go
When a family is leaving
You choose a side
And keep things to remember them
Even if they do the worse things
Feel no pain
Always love them
Share the time you have left
You never know when it will be over
Even though this is their fate
The bond we share is thicker than blood
I would make you stay if i could
I want you to stay with me please dont go
The tears i cry flood the ground
I can not let go
Its not your time
I dont want you to go
But i guess its not my call
They cant take you
Your all i have
What will i do
If your not here with me
Who will i call
When im alone
I cant live life
Without you by my side
Just stay with me
Dont let him take you away
Is not your time
Without you i cant survive
Your all i have in this world
Dont leave me
As i stand with you
In your final moments
I begin to cry she says to me
Ill always be inside your heart
To guide you and protect you
Im sorry this has to happen
And i can no longer be with you
But its my time to go
The last moments pass
Her eyes begin to close as she enters a deep sleep
One i know she will never wake up from
I feel my heart split in two
As i cry i hold her hand
She says i love you and fades away
I say i love you softly as if she were still here with me
But i know shes gone it was her time to go
I just cant understand why now was her time to go
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Finally Understood
We are all changing,
Despite your dislikes.
Despite your opinions,
And beliefs you wish to incite.
And enforcing your point of view,
On those who don't see life like you do...
Will not bring you a restful sleep at night.
What is right for you,
Should not bring you to fight!
And if it does...
Be prepared to lose.
Because like you,
Others wish to live their lives...
Like they choose to!
And there will be no peace,
When you can not mind your own damn business!
It has already proven not to be cost effective!
The only exchange you will receive,
Is a life defending your ignorance!
And the tragedy of misunderstandings...
Finally understood,
At your expense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destroying The White Knight Syndrome.
Again i hear that desperate plea.
like voices in my head but you are real.
Damn girl you just don't give up that game.
chasing a dream.
if it could be so only so perfect.
but i know that not how things roll.
you know no love for nothing but self gain.
i got the white knight syndrome and want to help.
but i know i must wait for the true intent hasn't been revealed.
if i didn't know you so personally
i wouldn't have stuck around this long.
i wouldn't have been there for you to lean on.
a anchor in ground.
gave you a place to call home when you were all alone.
now its in your hands.
What will you do?
what will you choose?
i can't give my heart away that easily to you.
you destroyed me, and ripped my heart into oblivion.
but we can't have that again.
sometimes i feel its best we stay just friends.
But its not my move.
so what do you do?
so what do you choose? I
got nothing lose either way I'm set.
I don't need anything from you.
but if you ask I'll still come.
not because expecting something
but because i actually care.
I've known you since the age of 13.
but I'm now a man,
and you are a woman whose got a family. a bunch of little ones to raise. three different fathers complicates things.
But whatever it takes.
I'm ready to go on.
and accept that your still not ready to settle down with anyone.
but i, yeah i am.
So lets just keep it friends till i know your true intent.
its your move, so what do you do?
so what do you choose?
divided by the freedom of choice.
connected by friends.
let all this come to an end.
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