Hopefully You Will Have No Regrets
I know you have more to do in your life,
Than to agitate and stir up fights.
Criticizing me may appease your appetite,
For the time being.
Until you notice I am not focused,
On your critique...
Or a bittersweetness you may get.
I hope that does not upset?
You'll get over it.
And hopefully you will have no regrets.
I have been accessible to those who pass judgements.
I want those like that to feel...
They too have an importance.
Something that is done that eventually appeals.
If I did not have that to rely on...
I would not make attempts to do my best!
And getting your attention,
Proves I am worthy enough to mention.
And I should relish that with zest and zeal.
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Uncompromised
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
What becomes one's 'thing'...
To make it come to life.
Does not happen just with thought.
Or reveals itself overnight.
To conquer over fear,
One must come to face it.
Insecurities are chased...
Until they are embraced.
Criticizing the unknown.
Or make attempts to diminish,
What someone finishes that eventually is shown...
Proves that sacrifice and discipline,
With steadfast devotion has grown!
A lesson learned makes one grow.
What looks easy to accomplish,
Doesn't make it so.
Only those in the know,
Show themselves to be uncompromised.
And in time considered to be wise.
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Mutual Benefit
You do not have to appreciate a thing I say.
Or marinate your mind...
In concepts I leave behind.
Although you are not that far away,
From any attempts made I convey.
You may even suggest,
My expressions have ineptness.
Or that I do not possess,
An ethnic depthness...
With an offensiveness that is direct.
However...
There is one thing I've noticed,
That motivates and keeps me focused.
I can rely on your critique.
And at least that shows...
I can rely on your opinions bestowed,
Upon my creations you search and seek.
With such a clinical specialty,
You have established.
And I have grown to admire,
As your strongest technique.
Congratulations!
There is something contributed,
That has been to our mutual benefit!
And keeps us united with our diverse convictions.
You provide the circus.
And I so enjoy the clowns.
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Zest and Zeal!
Life always needs something that is special
The natural fun factor of Life; Zest and Zeal
Lookout for the stupidest reasons to smirk
Moments of fun after times of busy work
Every Day there must be a time to Smile
Anytime is the time, for you to Smile!
Smile makes you revive and thrive
Zest and Zeal are essential to survive
Food, Work and Fun are Good for longer life
A couple is certainly a husband and a wife!
When you smile, you feel a little better
Bread always tastes better with butter! :)
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Dodging Life
Dodging life for fantasies are not realistic...
But yet goes on.
Wanting to be comforted by things we pick...
Goes on and on.
And the getting upset with regrets that are kept...
Goes on and on.
With a craving that stays forever.
With an appetite changing never.
Dodging life for fantasies are not realistic...
But yet goes on.
Wanting to be comforted by things we pick...
Goes on and on.
And the getting upset with regrets that are kept...
Goes on and on.
With a craving that stays forever.
With an appetite changing never.
Dodging life to only get what is liked and wished...
Goes on and on.
With a holding on we hope is strong,
To keep with us...
Forever!
With an appetite changing never.
Dodging life for fantasies are not realistic...
But yet goes on.
To select with a holding on...
And kept,
Forever!
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Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick
If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
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Without A Clue Or Hint
I love it when people make attempts,
To compare themselves...
With others living in totally different,
Environments.
I love it when it is believed,
An exchange of experiences can be done.
With an evaluation,
That validates...
An assumption from a mouth that comes.
I love it when people believe they can critique.
Based upon comfort zones,
Those of limited mindsets...
Rarely and infrequently leave.
I love it when those pass their judgements on others.
Without a clue or hint,
What others endure...
To face and remove those obstacles to them sent.
Or knows what one goes through,
To feed themselves, ...
Shelter, clothe or pay their 'own' bills AND the rent!
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts
I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.
And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.
None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!
Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!
And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.
And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!
Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!
So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!
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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.
And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.
And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?
And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'
~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~
'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '
~Uh...
I'm clueless.~
'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '
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Imagined or Real
Just because I enjoy what it is I do,
With such a focused passion.
Does not mean I find some aspects of it,
Extremely difficult.
If you think for one moment,
I enjoy what it is I do to get done...
Easy!
You have no idea what it is that I do.
And from your prospective,
I am not at all surprised by that.
Since you have assessed my abilities,
As delusional.
Unfortunately,
None of your opinions...
Has accomplished any of my achievements.
Imagined or real!
And you have yet to produce anything,
Other than critique.
And I am sure there is something else you do,
You can profess to have equal value?
Equal importance to you from your point of view!
I'm sure of it.
As sure as your time I 'assume' you waste!
But...
Who am I to pass judgement?
I apologize.
If not mistakened...
Isn't that the area of your expertise?
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With No Regrets That Can Take My Breath
Oh...
I am a fighter!
With a decision made long ago,
How it was I will live my life.
On my terms.
Knowing I would have to sacrifice.
I have had no doubts about it.
And will do what I feel is right,
For me.
With a living of my life to be,
My own.
I've turned away from those things I can't use.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away from anything petty,
To get me fed up and upset.
I've turned away from anything petty.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from those things I can't use.
Oh...
I am a fighter!
And will do what I feel is right,
For me.
I've turned away from anything petty.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from those things I can't use,
To get me fed up and upset.
Oh...
I am a fighter!
And refuse to be fed up and upset!
Oh I know that I am fighter.
And refuse to be fed up and upset!
I refuse to be fed up and upset,
With regrets that can take my breath.
Oh I know that I am a fighter.
With no regrets that can take my breath,
Away.
With no regrets that can take my breath.
With no regrets that can take my breath,
Away.
With no regrets that can take my breath.
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I Recommend
You're upset with regrets,
And yet...
You keep them in your weeping.
I think for you the best thing to get,
Is determined to have them ending.
And I recommend...
You open up your door,
With no sentiments to mention...
When you rid them all.
You're upset with regrets,
And yet...
You keep them in your weeping.
I think for you the best thing to get,
Is determined to have them ending.
And I recommend...
When you open up your door,
To rid them all...
Never,
To mention them again.
I recommend...
When you open up your door,
To rid them all...
Not to mention them again.
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experiencing The Meaning Of Freedom
To be scrutinized over periods of time,
Eventually brings to one a liberty...
To choose to do what they please.
Knowing in the doing of it...
Someone's going to mention,
What is being done!
The how. The when. The where. And the 'who'.
Questioning the 'why' to create their own answers.
To make anyone listening come to wonder,
What their own lives would be like...
Experiencing the meaning of freedom?
And what gives others the right to waste their time,
Making attempts...
To evaluate those minding their own business.
Something many living today find most difficult to do!
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Beating On Your Drum With A Conscious Done
Beating with a meaning when you come,
Thumping on your drum!
Bummy dee bum dee bum.
Beating with a meaning when you come,
Thumping on your drum!
Bummy dee bum dee bum.
Bummy dee bum dee bum.
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
When you come.
Beating on your drum with a conscious done.
Know your parade has faded.
When you come.
Know each beat you keep is overdone.
No one there is left to feel,
The zest and zeal you hope appeals.
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee the dummies when all dummies have gone.
Bummy dee the dummies when the dummies run!
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee the dummies when all dummies have gone.
Bummy dee the dummies when the dummies run!
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
When you come.
Beating on your drum with a conscious done.
Know your parade has faded.
When you come.
Know each beat you keep is overdone.
No one there is left to feel,
The zest and zeal you hope appeals.
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee the dummies when the dummies run!
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Bummy dee bummy dee bummy dum!
Bummy dee the dummies when the dummies run!
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Beating on your drum with a conscious done.
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Beating on your drum with a conscious done
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Beating on your drum with a conscious done
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Bummy dee the dummies with the honey and the money.
Beating on your drum with a conscious done.
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To Circumvent What It Is Done They Do
To do what one loves,
Becomes one's evidence...
In the doing.
Not as proof to convince,
But as a love one does.
And with a doing of it not to mention.
As observed...
People who do what they love,
Do not do it for the attention.
Then there are those who make speeches,
At social events where pretentions are invited.
And there they are...
To make unsolicited announcements,
As to what they did to do or will be done...
To show nothing accomplished.
To anyone.
But the ability to embellish is there to relish.
And people like this should not be faulted,
For what it is they most address as a love...
To do and get.
Since...
For them it is the getting of attention.
To circumvent what it is done they do best.
With that proof shown to anyone,
Who has sat long enough to listen until numbed.
And sometimes with impatience done to give.
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Who Are You?
Who are you?
Taking time,
To read between my lines.
With a hope to uncover,
Some depth there to find.
Who are you?
Taking interest,
When little has been expressed before.
And stirring up my curiosity,
With a wish to know you more.
Who are you?
Keeping discreet and behind the scenes.
Creating your own mysteriousness...
Since you know I will notice.
Because of a certain 'sensitivity'.
Who are you?
Making attempts,
To get my attention like this.
Hmmm?
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To Trip and Stumble
It matters not to me,
Where you believe I come from.
Or where my next steps are placed,
On a path I take...
Through a host of judgements passed,
To trip and stumble to the ground...
With only my pride and integrity to grasp.
I am the first one to admit,
I have no wish to be perfect.
Or rush to conceal mistakes I have made.
My faith is much too strong,
Than anyone's critique focused on my wrongs.
As I am observed standing tall once again,
After experiencing scraped knees to expose I can grin.
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Their Time To Do Has Been Done
Those who have made their false appearances,
Need not to be mentioned with a giving to them...
That kind of attention.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing to others that has been shown...
To leave what has been exposed,
Eventually known.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing not soon to undo...
That proves there has been any integrity intended.
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Manifesting a Connection Made With Sincerity
There were plenty of opportunities,
For us then to communicate.
I even mentioned how important that was.
And you stated how you had no need for that attention.
I did.
Since I could not have any relationship...
Without a chemistry of participation in it.
And you believed,
All you had to do was go through the motions.
There were plenty of opportunities,
For us then to communicate.
I even mentioned how important that was.
And you stated how you had no need for that attention.
I hope you have not remained that ignorant.
And success means much more to you today...
Than a paycheck you eventually give away,
Making attempts to impress that happiness means...
Addressing the best of superficiality there is.
I hope you have not remained that ignorant.
And have adopted something of depth...
That cries to thrive in your soul.
Something you feel alive that touches you...
Deep,
And manifesting a connection made...
With sincerity.
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