How to Do what Has Been Done Even Better
The achieving,
With a delivery done...
To another,
Of their expectations received.
Only increases the level,
To heighten...
Something else more demanding,
That is wished.
And 'if' disappointment,
To the one who receives and gets comes...
Because that one accustomed to giving,
Has no time to fulfill demands on command...
As if a magic wand is in one's hands,
Those who have become spoiled...
Are quick to soil one's reputation.
Without hesitation.
And...
Just as easy as those who believe...
Deeds done by a 'doer',
Is nothing more than picking what is wished...
Out of a hat!
With a rabbit or a cat.
And perhaps a few flying doves...
As an added surprise to delight and satisfy,
Those sitting with nothing else to give,
But critique and suggestions...
On how to do what has been done,
Even better.
The achieving,
With a delivery done...
To another,
Of their expectations received.
Only increases the level,
To heighten...
Something else more demanding,
That is wished.
With a showing of a caring less,
Quick to be expressed from their lips.
'You've ALREADY done 'that'!
I've seen it.
How about you doing 'this'?
With a doing of it...
As if you mean for 'me',
To be impressed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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With Few Exceptions To Debate
Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!
I never wished my steps babied.
Like, maybe, some suspect!
I was raised to be responsible.
With a respect to protect.
I remember my mother saying...
'Care less what names you are called.
Do as I expect!
And that is all.'
My sisters and I were taught this,
From the time we could talk and crawl.
It was the kind of love that did not smother.
Or keep us sheltered,
Behind restricting walls.
There were expectations.
With few exceptions to debate.
Some believe what I do is easy.
Even making comments...
Abundant with amusing quips.
As if I command each selected word.
Without a single pressured thought,
Connected to the delivery done of this!
With no apparent devotion...
Or committment attached to it!
But nothing has come to this man easy.
Oh, I've felt the queasies in my stomach.
And threw up more than I admit!
I've learned it takes effort to get around,
Those who have missions to knock me down.
To cripple my abilities to get up and stand.
But no clues do I give to tease.
In regards to that strength kept inside of me.
Nor who it is that I am...
That makes me stand tall,
With an arrogance that is grand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Level of Expectation
The more one does for others,
The more that level of expectation increases.
People are seldom satisfied by that which is given.
Especially if it has been received without effort.
And if what is received has been stolen...
Then there is absolutely no appreciation at all.
If fact...
The craving for theft never ceases.
It becomes a birthright!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From One Illusion To The Next
They want him to represent,
That magician remembered...
And seen under the big tent.
The one with the wand,
Making things disappear.
Pulling rabbits out of hats.
To have the people laugh and cheer.
They want him to be,
The one who will heighten their fantasies.
The one who will lead them,
From one illusion to the next.
The one who has perfected...
A delivery of their expectations.
Anything else they are prepared to reject.
They want him to correct,
Every flaw they can not face.
They want him to erase their mistakes.
And take the blame for decisions they make.
They want him to entertain!
With an ability to remove from them,
Every trace of accountability spotted that stains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
Caught Napping To Age
The passing of time should be evidence enough,
That nothing from a yesterday returns to live as is.
The observing of seasons coming to pass,
Should leave all with lessons taught.
But so many are still caught napping to age,
With an unconscious bumping into themselves.
To make outrageous demands with extended hands,
To command a delivery of their expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Must Come Out of Disguise
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
If you insist upon using the same list,
You must approach those of 'lowlife' you depict...
With an undeniable,
Sincere sensibility...
If you choose what you say to stick.
You see...
They've grown accustomed to your capabilities.
And they believe you have yet to expose,
The depth of your sleaze.
They feel there is more you have yet to show.
I'd like to offer some suggestions...
Since your lack of commitment is in question.
You've infuriated the people with a periodic tease.
Their expectations have grown.
And like them I too believe...
Those who create and bait animosities,
Should not deliver them just to leave.
Your ability to deceive should be given proper credit.
Every aspect of it was from your mind as conceived.
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wished upon a star one day
I wished upon a star one day
As it went shooting through the sky,
I wished upon a star one day
As it passed me by.
I wished upon a star one day
That my prays come true,
I wished upon a star one day
And then i thought of you.
I wished upon a star one day
And realised i was crying,
I wished upon a star one day
Then dreamed that i was dying.
I wished upon a star one day
But my wish never became real,
I wished upon a star one day
And realised what i feel....
Nothing!
poem by Katy Allen
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We All Have Our Separate Cravings
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
When one is outspoken with it
Most people are still in hiding,
Protected by the comforts of denial.
And this has to be respected for what it is.
Some are born to follow.
Preferring to remain,
Collectors of a shallowness.
With a sharing of it that can be borrowed.
It is easy to have peace of mind,
For one who finally finds...
And discovers a wish for it,
To be with them all the time.
Others are accustomed to be led.
This gives them a reason,
To complain and have an axe to grind.
And 'if' this should satisfy...
Let them have their favorite torments wished.
We all have our separate cravings.
One's honesty achieved,
Through identity and self awareness...
Is not always readily received,
Or appreciated as some might believe.
And that's okay...
To come unassuming,
And to leave that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.
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Wishing on a shooting star
I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.
I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.
I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.
I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.
I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.
I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.
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Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem By Louise Gluck, Now Rate It Zero, You Have Taste
Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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DIS with an ASTER Grasped
DIS with an ASTER...
That's how some live their lives.
With attempts not to include,
Any form of discipline.
With expectations,
However they achieve a goal wished...
Can be done without sacrifice.
With an achieving of success,
The way they would like.
Those not applying a daily regimen,
With not a focus or a purpose...
From Sunrise to Sunset,
With some sweat and tears that may begin.
Believe that anything tossed into the wind,
By them...
Is significant to pass.
Even if it's mediocrity!
Or...a DIS with an ASTER grasped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Quickly Review, To Quickly Dissect
There is an ease perceived in the doing,
When one's consistency is taken for granted.
There is a rush to critique,
What one dependable does to do.
As if a choice to be abused is wished.
Yet few or anyone considers one's sacrifice,
In the delivering of expectations...
To quickly review, to quickly dissect,
And...
With speed done to disapprove one's efforts.
Although an anticipation is awaiting for that one,
By those prepared...
Choosing first to dispute to then disregard,
The time it has taken to present what is there...
Detailed 'and' with caring for others to share regardless.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Claim They Want More Peace
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should not be condoned.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people can't leave this alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people should not this condone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
People claim they want more peace,
But peace is not what people have known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Aint Happenin'!
I admit I do have skills and abilities.
But not without heartbreak,
And the aches that come...
To achieving them,
Was not for me an easy undertaking.
Or did they come to lay at my feet,
Those skills and abilities!
For a quick retrieval.
Reality didn't come to me,
Quite that easy.
Sweat and tears dripping...
Hard work with motivation,
And lots of sacrifice took place.
With little encouragement coming my way.
Hey,
What can I say.
The facts speak for themselves.
To have someone stand in my face,
With the making of demands...
As if a flattering done to my ego,
Will deliver to them quickly...
From me what they command,
Becomes a disappointment for the both of us.
Nothing in my mind,
Came as a breeze to easily find!
What they see is a dignity.
And a pride in what I do.
To be taken for granted,
Are attitudes I do not pursue.
And anyone who believes,
My ego is easy to please.
Become surprised to discover...
I have a depth that is attached to an identity!
And aint nothing about any of it,
Has been given or come to me easy.
With God as my 'Guide'...
I have worked day and night for this.
Many hours, months and years...
God and I sat,
As I rid my eyes...
From the buckets cried of tears.
And to give that experience up,
To help fill someone else's cup...
Has not been my reason,
To immediately do what others expect from me.
That aint happenin'.
However...
I will say this,
To know my activities have become recognized...
To validate in these times that exist,
Means more to me...
Than the show of someone's quickly expressed,
Disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Am I To Return a 'Tude
Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitiude!
I don't.
I did not major in psychology.
Or empathy overflow...
To have my emotions abused.
Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitude.
I have my own issues.
And a doing it alone to correct them.
Has helped me process my weaknesses.
And I don't accept anyone telling me...
'You are strong and more experienced.'
I may be both.
But...
I am not a collector of insecurities.
Nor am I one to understand,
A delivery of another's disrespect.
Shown to me or anyone else addressed.
A maturity I may express...
Was not to me hand delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ditty Wah Ditty
(arthur blake)
Theres a great big mistery
And it sure is worrying me
Its a ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went out and walked around
Somebody yelled, now whos in town ?
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Some little girl bout four-feet-four
Said, come on, papa, and gimme some mo
Your ditty wah ditty
Your ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I went to church, put my hat on the seat
A lady sat on it and said, daddy you sho is sweet
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
I said, sister, Ill soon be gone
Just give me that thing that youre sitting on
My ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
Then I got put outta the church
cause I talked about ditty wah ditty too much
Mister ditty wah ditty
Mister ditty wah ditty
I wished somebody would tell me what ditty wah ditty means
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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