I Can Not Teach You How To Get It
Yes, I have my issues.
With each I have admitted.
There are struggles I've been through.
And some I still have that I deal with.
I have my days when my flaws loudly speak.
With blemishes I wear and carry,
Exposed publicly.
And accepting 'me' as I've done.
I know I feel a freedom.
That seems to conflict with no one...
But you!
And I can not teach you how to get it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaws
Blemishes are like opinions given.
They are exposed for what they are.
To either accept or reject them.
Something eventually is corrected.
Someone with flaws has to be convinced.
Some flaw bearers are nauseating...
And sometimes over compensate what is done,
For approval sake that comes close to being disgusting
However...
Few with blemishes AND flaws,
Have the ability to capture the imagination of anyone.
Unless they are comedians laughing sadly at themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since My Introduction
If I had not been misguided,
To right the wrongs I've done.
Acknowledge my mistakes.
Self examine my flaws...
And admitted I had heartbreaks,
I would not have the confidence...
To speak my mind.
And I would find myself,
Seeking acceptance to be who I am.
And it is only knowing who I am,
That has afforded me the opportunity...
To appreciate the caring less,
Of how I am perceived.
If I had not been misguided,
To right the wrongs I've done.
Acknowledge my mistakes.
Self examine my flaws...
And admitted I had heartbreaks,
I would not have the confidence...
To speak my mind.
And since my introduction,
Without outside confusion or seduction...
To corrupt my intent,
I will live with truth to pursue...
For the rest of my life!
Without needless dramatics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Basic Am I
So basic am I,
My blemishes and flaws...
Have a personality of their own.
They have no fear to appear publicly.
In fact...
When I had made attempts to hide them,
I began to hear rumors...
I was trying to find a reason,
To escape from my accomplishments...
Only a few had discovered.
And no one 'then' had believed,
I was seriously seeking to achieve anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What For Them Will Be Their Just Reward
Beginning to grieve their own imperfections,
They seek 'immediate' relief...
From the sight of their flaws and blemishes,
They have begun to witness.
Yet for years by others seen,
Even though those same 'flaws' and 'blemishes',
Now declared too painful...
Have agonized others who have suffered...
With a tolerance,
Of sacrificing all of their lifes...
Enduring being afflicted by them.
With no one attempting to heal or mend,
The scars they have had to pretend were not felt.
Or for 'them' and those before them,
Carried.
But did dare not to say,
Existed!
What for them and those before them,
Will be their just reward?
Apologies?
Ointments?
Bandages to mask their wounds?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaws Faced
Traumatic its revelation.
Self evaluation.
There and undenied...
Are flaws faced,
Blemishes accepted...
No longer can I hide,
With a wish to replace.
And from out of darkness,
Is my existence...
Lifted from conflict.
And instead of running away from criticisms...
There is a welcoming that assists,
To further as I correct...
A more defining happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teddy Roosevelt... once said, 'Speak softly and carry a big stick.' Jimmy Carter wants to speak loudly and carry a fly swatter.
quote by Gerald R. Ford
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For Freedom
Remember them, for they were once like you,
With hopes, emotions, days of grey and blue.
Accepting combat, trying to win through,
To fight again, for freedom.
Remember them, for they were young and green,
With so much life ahead, as yet unseen.
They knew not what they faced, but all were keen,
To fight again, for freedom.
Remember them, each fought to give us peace,
That each fierce conflict in this world, would cease.
And then when all was done, they’d find release,
From fighting foes, for freedom.
Remember them, who’ve joined the heroes roll,
Their names inscribed now, on a parchment scroll.
Thousands did not survive the war’s hellhole,
To fight again, for freedom.
Remember them.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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They Call People Like That Comedians
There are those with insecurities,
Who believe them to be less noticeable...
If they are quick to point out the flaws,
And blemishes of others in public.
And with loud disrespecting remarks.
To ensure an attention to them is given.
In the hopes that someone will find them humorous.
Although at the expense of degrading another.
'They call people like that,
Legitimate comedians.'
People like that who do what they do,
And not get paid...
Offstage too?
Are people who can not perceive to believe,
Those who hear and see what they do to others...
Do not think of them as humorous.
As much as they witness publicly,
Someone proving with a doing to be a legitimate fool.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Depthness Of Their True 'Who
Seeking to have revealed,
The person behind the persona?
With a feeling felt real,
Stripped from a concealment?
To then show the depthness,
Of their true 'who'...
From under layers peeled?
Since this is what they had chosen to do.
When was the last time...
Anyone exposed their blemishes,
To acknowledge their flaws...
When they were verbally attacked,
For being unnatural.
And criticized by those pretentious...
Who themselves expressed shock,
Dismay AND appall.
And still people wish,
For those times to come...
When 'others' can be believed and trusted?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Will Be Done Or Repeated
What do you wish to see from me?
Submission.
Weakness.
No depth of identity.
Or integrity I keep.
Mistakes I have admitted.
And my flaws are there to see.
However...
I have submitted to my weaknesses.
And my identity had not always been complete.
But if you believe I have not learned lessons,
I assure you none will be done or repeated...
To allow the same ones for you to teach.
Back off!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How To Train A Snake
How To Train A Snake
Date: August 22,2012
Teach me not to suffer, dear
To rise up from the fall
Teach me to feel the sunshine
And to understand the call
Teach my heart, to be as stone
Numbed against the sting
Teach me how to shed my skin
And never feel a thing
Teach me how to carry on
To close the open doors
Teach me to darken every page
And never yearn for more
Teach me all, you know so well
To search for prey, as you
Teach me how to slither by
Still smiling when I'm through
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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I am concerned about the attitude of a candidate or his sponsors with respect to the rights of American citizens to assemble peaceably and to express publicly their views and opinions on important social and economic issues. There can be no constitutional democracy in any community which denies to the individual his freedom to speak and worship as he wishes. The American people will not be deceived by anyone who attempts to suppress individual liberty under the pretense of patriotism.
quote by Franklin Delano Roosevelt
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Committed to Truth
Someone who has made mistakes,
And has admitted them...
Whether publicly,
Or in private conversation...
Has much more credibility,
Than someone who hides flaws.
With pretense.
And a shallowness condensed,
Behind a self righteous stance to convince...
They are squeaky clean!
We are all human beings.
And if anyone denies,
They've done nothing to regret in their entire life...
Either lies,
Or an introduction to truth has not been made.
And if it was...
They would deny it anyway!
Anyone committed to truth,
Should not be held accountable
For others who are not.
Or even to those who are!
How many lives can one person live at one time?
Especially if one is trying to live the one given,
Correctly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If All Your Issues Had Been Fixed
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?
When your ship arrives.
And your dreams come to life.
Tell me,
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
When your ruts are covered up.
And no more 'buts' or 'ifs' are there,
To share.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me.
Tell me.
When your struggles are over.
And a happiness sparkles,
With your smile gleaming and it beams!
Oh, you've got to tell me...
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do?
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven To Madness
No matter where one goes.
Or language one speaks...
With or without an ethnic heritage,
To proclaim!
There is going to be a gratification sought,
To satisfy.
Human beings have a tendency,
To denounce their animalistic cravings...
As unnatural.
Confessing...
They have 'sins', flaws and other blemishes.
And yet attempt to escape from their insecurities...
Through games of conflict.
And the obsession they impose upon themselves,
To obtain possessions.
Only to rid themselves of possessions...
To be lured and tempted to seek physical gratifications,
To satisfy.
And driven to madness,
If denied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some of the press who speak loudly about the freedom of the press are themselves the enemies of freedom. Countless people dare not say a thing because they know it will be picked up and made a song of by the press. That limits freedom.
quote by Geoffrey Fisher
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Our Chains
we are chained
we know that
we feel it everyday
we like to find solutions
our vision
our objective
is freedom
but everyday we are chained
we know these chains
we carry them
and they make the sounds of steel
and iron
we wear it in our necks
and on our feet
we feel the dangling of the weights
we have broadened our shoulders
and sharpened our wits
to know well these chains
to carry them all
still with dignity and pride.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open to Bare All
Take away everything I have,
Except that which I need...
To know just Your love,
To keep this yearning for You fed!
All else I can shed!
GOD! Please...
May I at least keep the sox?
I must admit,
A commitment with You
Can leave one stripped,
And open
To bare my heart in public view!
I know You would not have it any other way!
But today...
Could we make this a testament,
Of my willingness to pursue a trial run?
For giggles and fun?
I 'think' I am ready but...
Still I find myself uptight,
With some blemishes and quite a few flaws!
Keeping me sometimes awake at might!
I want to project 'my' best!
Even though I know...
I could never manipulate Your perception!
'But...
You will give it a try!
Hoping My ears AND eyes,
Are sometimes closed?
Although baring all is what 'you' propose!
You have yet to realize...
How much I know,
That may someday be to you completely exposed! '
Father...
Even in prayer,
I hear other voices!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Issues
For all, issues arise every day in every shape and size.
You must deal with all of them in ways that are wise.
For some you are glad while others make you mad.
Lucky for you, but a few, are in themselves, truly sad.
Worst of all are issues that you alone cause to be bad.
Before your presence there was no problem to be had.
Love, family and health are key issues of each day,
Though issues of money and power hinder your way.
If not addressed these infections will spread and may
Kill the love you have and result in a life of dismay.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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She Had Been Nice
Of course she was loved,
By those who delighted in her leadership.
She did nothing controversial.
Or incited conflict.
And she was stylish wherever she went.
Publicly she was always pleasant.
And in a calm voice she always spoke.
But when she left office and the government in shambles...
Everyone knew her guidance was a joke.
She wasn't about disturbances.
How,
Under someone's watch...
Can billions of crumbs,
Be left as a deficit to sit on an exposed table...
Without a cleaning of it ordered to be done.
Of course she was loved,
By those who delighted in her leadership.
She did nothing controversial.
Or incited conflict.
She had been nice!
And people liked it.
Although with smiles,
Their quality of lifestyles...
Has diminished drastically.
And for some not to be in existence.
But she was 'nice'.
And people liked it!
'Where is she now? '
~She has mysteriously decided,
To spend more time with her family.
Just before the storm began.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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