I Hear The Annual Rhetoric
My ears I keep open.
And I hear the annual rhetoric.
Spoken by some in glorious tones...
About uplifting the quality of life of those,
Of our brothers and sisters...
Who have done their best,
Avoiding to get stuck...
In cracks wrapped around loopholes.
The ones...
Many have accepted to address their unhappiness.
With a lack of discipline and purpose self confessed.
I hear the annual rhetoric.
Yet a slow slipping done,
Into a fissure has grown to become an abyss.
And 'annually' I've been approached and asked...
To express an intelligent response about this!
However...
As I have aged to confront my own obstacles,
I have forced myself not to dismiss.
With a determination to calm my outrage,
With a mind blessed to be at peace...
With the unballing of my fists!
I wonder,
Why you request me to give you an intelligent response?
Concerning an activity that has taken place,
And achieved totally on the merits of conscious ignorance.
Served and accepted as if this was a blessing,
Many wish and want to keep.
As those slandered and defamed were chased away.
I wonder,
Why you request me to give you an intelligent response?
Did you expect something glowing and profound?
Full of reflective self righteousness?
We are all in this abyss.
I just prefer to keep reaching,
To experience the higher consciousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy Your Day
You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.
Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!
'Why are you leaving? '
You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?
'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'
First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.
And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!
'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '
That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.
'You will not be asked back here again! '
Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Light
IN THE roughest of seas,
a warship wages war with a raging storm
in absent abyss of light,
First mate shouts out 'ship',
as he points to light in the night.
Warships send a signal of warning
(no response, no reply)
Warships send a signal of warning again,
but, a warship will not give way nor give in.
(no response, no reply) ,
Warship captain, at his wits limit, is very irrate.
His reply, send a signal with this warning,
'I will run you down and damn you to dark-
ness, to an eternal night of the abyss.
(a response, the reply)
Damn me? Damn me? Damn me
to eternal darkness of the abyss?
By the eternal light of my lighthouse,
run me down and you shall fly
WHEN WARSHIPS HAVE WINGS! ! !
A captain of a warship so quick to judge,
with all his weapons of war could not win a war
over a little light, Hmmmmmm
Peace.... and let your little light shine my friends
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Doing What I Do For Too Long
Keep 'this' in mind.
I don't 'have' to express an opinion,
When asked.
I 'select' to give one.
Realizing this...
I don't have to give any at all.
And if I should elect to express it...
I am giving it to the one who asked!
Who they should share it with is their business.
That is 'why' I keep my opinions,
To a limit.
And embellishments done to my statements,
Are obvious for the creative exaggerations made.
I've been doing what I do for too long,
Not to recognize those who plagiarize!
And those who 'ask' for answers to questions...
Just for the purpose to initiate conflict!
They are the ones quick to disagree,
To any response I may give.
And this 'before' I give it,
Is known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I have a difficult subject before me — when I find the road narrow, and can see no other way of teaching a well established truth except by pleasing one intelligent man and displeasing ten thousand fools — I prefer to address myself to the one man, and to take no notice whatever of the condemnation of the multitude; I prefer to extricate that intelligent man from his embarrassment and show him the cause of his perplexity, so that he may attain perfection and be at peace.
quote by Maimonides
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Diversity And Inclusion
Forums held on diversity and inclusion,
Seem to reveal one thing...
There has been a reluctance to admit,
Divisions exist.
And those wishing to address this,
In open forums...
Are trying to make attempts,
To express in an intelligent way...
How best to have everyone accept,
A way of life that should be lived...
Without having discussions,
About respecting others...
And their cultures.
To have forums, receptions...
And invitations sent,
Is still not admitting...
And enforcement of ignorance.
With an indoctrination,
To allow those to still not strip themselves...
Of hidden insecurities,
That keep themselves at a disadvantage.
A forum I would suggest?
How We Messed Up Other People's Lives!
With A Request They Forget How This Was Done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Doubt If Anyone Will Ever Hear Me Complain
I've been told,
My name and accomplishments...
Are known.
But somehow my face and appearance,
Are not associated with them...
As much.
Especially someone of such notoriety.
Really?
My response?
My peace of mind kept,
Has a lot to do with it.
Call it intentional...
Or a blessing in disguise.
Either way,
I doubt if anyone will ever hear me complain about this.
It is what it is!
My thanks I give to God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love's Desire
In my desperate need
To know of your whereabouts,
I asked the moon about you
And it turned its back on me, ,
Trying to hide behind a cloud...
I also asked the stars
With no response at all...
I had no choice, indeed,
But ask for help from above,
Since, witnesses they were both
Of our passionate love...
Now, stuck with inquire without result,
I am alone, sad and really hurt,
Making everything sounds like a satire,
Getting old and tired...
One question remaining,
Should I give up
Love's matters
And retire?
Her, and the whole world
Have the response...
COPY WRITE©2009
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Two In A One (Pablo & Gunslinger)
Chorus
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Jackpot is when you win plenty at money
Jail is a place I don't want to go
January the first month of the year
Jealose is when five women fancy
But John is the proper name fe a English man
Jockey is a profisnel horse rider
Me sah June is the sixth mounth of the year
Chorus
An jam is when you caint move in a party
Mi say England is a place that covered in snow
Man we drink the ribeana wi don't no like drink beer
But Jelly fish Jahman mi say them swim in a the sea
Unless you born an bread as a Jamaican
The pirate them a gather round the Jolly Roger
Wi wackad as single but wi deadly as a pair
Chorus
No fe treatment go a hospital
I man pay de rent every Tuesday I man
You a Student if you a go to college
Dat a nuff argoument mi say gunny an Pablo
Cause a two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
A say to move from the window
When you come a feh wi dance
But a Babylon pick mi up
And a think to myself
Cause I'm going to jail
Man is what a going to tell
me girl Jah know I man was
So I had to get reckless
Because a two in a one Jah
man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Seh daddy Pablo a long with Gunslinger
Seh duw to the Circumstances pirate setah in the area
Listen to the style an when we throw down
Because a murder it name
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
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Competent AND Competitive
People given positions,
Would like to believe themselves...
As being intelligent.
To then be compensated,
For the ease to be manipulated.
And accepted to play on the team.
Those who are intelligent,
Are rarely offered a second interview.
Since anyone in a position to hire,
Would find it difficult to fire...
Someone with an opinion,
Who proves to be competent AND competitive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interview Process
I was never one,
To sit through an interview process.
When I was asked...
'Why do you wish to work for us? '
My response...
'Give me a reason to want to! '
Here's another one...
'Where do you see yourself,
In the next five years?
My response...
'Not being interviewed,
For a position I'm overqualified for! '
And when test results were revealed...
This was the exchange...
'You have done remarkably well.
In fact,
The position you most qualify for
Was 'just' filled.
We will keep your resumé in our active files.
And if a similar position opens...
You will be contacted! '
Well...
Those active files were usually discarded
In an opened trash can!
My new approach now is this...
'I want to start at least tweny dollars an hour! '
Their response...
'We can't pay that.
I'm not even getting that! '
My response...
'I can understand why you're not getting paid that.
If you can not see I am worth more than that...
I'll be surprised if you're still here...
After someone discovers you were stupid enough,
To let me walk out that door! '
And most companies fail,
For the lack of qualified employees.
Who wants to hire someone smarter than they are?
I knew of folks who trained five years...
Just learning how to file documents alphabetically.
And they have won 'Employee of the Month' awards!
But then again...
None of them 'looked' like me either!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Sensual!
just an intelligent conversation,
about something that really matters.....
an
..honest
....expose
......of
........the
..........heart....
a
..dedicated
....response
..... to
.......need.....
a
..compassionat e
.....desire
........for
..........chan ge....
nothing could ever be more sensual!
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Delivered By Expressing Agitation
I'd be very suspicious,
If you liked everything I presented.
If you accepted everything given,
Without a mention of an honest point of view...
From you?
I would wonder why.
Not that I would try anything differently.
But I just might make attempts,
To raise some contemptment I may resent.
Like a child seeking attention.
To receive a response.
Or some nuance to trigger,
Another emotion to test one's undivided...
Devotion.
You know...
An understated kind of praise?
But delivered by expressing agitation!
An attitude accepted.
Especially from one who has grown bored and tired,
Of my greatness.
And...
I do try very hard to give that to you,
Each and every time.
You know I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thus the races, though alike in their physical response to climate, may possibly be different in their mental response because they have approached America by different paths.
quote by Ellsworth Huntington
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 05
The country is adorned by intelligent and the religion by virtuous men. Padshahs stand more in need of the advice of intelligent men than intelligent men of the proximity of padshahs.
If thou wilt listen to advice, padshah,
There is none better in all books than this:
‘Entrust a business to an intelligent man
Although it may not be his occupation.’
Think About It
Think about it.
Is it really fair,
That anyone declared intelligent...
Should assume those not given that designation,
Are amongst those ignorant?
And should at all cost,
Be avoided?
And...
To that,
Your response would be?
Are you giving the question I asked,
More time to ponder?
Comeon.
Why are you looking at me,
Suspiciously?
Why are you backing away from me?
It's just a simple question.
Hey?
Hey?
You don't have to run away.
It's not my survey.
What is it you hide,
And try to protect?
HEY?
Some people today,
Get highly defensive...
By anyone attempting to communicate.
It's not like I asked anything to offend,
Intentionally.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Give Intelligent Life a Bad Name
You give intelligent life a bad name.
Your behavior is quite ignorant...
And you display it without any shame.
A daily deposit of snide comments,
Seems a trend you send with ease.
And those you subject,
To disrespect unsuspectedly...
Aren't amused and far from pleased.
At least in public...
Your actions aren't received!
You give intelligent life a bad name...
For attention that's obviously apparent.
But no one who observes you,
Acting with such disgust...
Find fault at all with your parents?
They probably waited until you slept,
Packed their bags and left,
You alone!
Who made you believe
An attitude like yours
Was ever acceptable or condoned?
You give intelligent life a bad name.
Are you an experiment...
From another time unknown?
Or have you been around
Being an obnoxious clown,
Reflecting social patterns
No one admits...
In this 'town'
Are quite like our own! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intelligent Response
the only intelligent response
to our current global situation
involves... taking on the mantle
of responsibility, removing the
blinders from our eyes, rolling
up our sleeves, and getting to
the work.
those who hesitate, lose! those
who believe, act! those who act,
do so out of love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Festival of Liars Grows
Everywhere in the atmosphere,
The gossip flies as innuendos are told.
And the festival of liars every year gets more bold.
The children are disrespectful.
Their parents more defensive.
They would rather make prison and jail visits...
Than confront the fact,
Not only their kids lack discipline.
Excuse making storytellers,
With no pride that can be seen.
Quick to demean the qualities others express.
While trying to impress with their lack of consciousness.
There is a pitifulness accepted.
With excuses made to protect.
But this festival of liars grows.
And expected like a welcome mat...
When fresh arrivals experience it at everyone's doorstep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
quote by Viktor E. Frankl
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