In Hindsight
First they declared,
He was too inexperienced.
Now they seek his opinions.
After the election he has won.
He has proven his brilliance stuns!
And yet...
He remains courteous,
To a leader...
Eight years ago,
The public it is said...
Had picked.
Now they all wish,
He disappears and quick.
Because those who are...
And had been conscious of it,
And tricked.
Are wishing to erase...
A disgrace that exists.
Like a haunting that remains,
In their minds they can't evict!
They can no longer fake,
An expression of false pride!
An incompetent leadership...
Not only has created damaging affects,
But an ignorance has presented them all...
With gloomy faces and a mess!
To clean up.
But with no time left to perfect.
And they wish in hindsight...
A greed enjoyed,
They now could hide!
Or...
From it step aside!
And with a baited breath,
Nervously kept!
For them the anticipation,
Feels much like a slow death!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Eyes Are Opened Wide
They wish to blame their failures,
On someone that isn't there yet.
Someone who isn't officially their leader.
Someone who respects,
The one who led them and created their mess.
And yet this new leader,
Is expected to correct this!
He is one who is highly respected.
But a crisis that affects their lives...
Had been their before his brilliance,
Was long suspected!
And that leader who diminished,
Their quality of life...
They followed and allowed him,
To destroy their values.
As it is observed and reflected.
And the new leader,
Although black...
Is expected to restore their dignity.
And quickly clean up their filthy dirty tracts.
As has been historically accustomed.
But these times more eyes are opened wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attacks On Mother Nature
It's the end of the Hollywood minded.
And those of elitist seasoning.
Feel sympathy for those who chose greed to chase.
Feel no empathy at all,
For those who created homelessness and hunger...
With no hindsight to erase.
It is the end of those who choose racism to feed.
As if their ignorance is a prize to protect,
To defend as hoarded treasures...
Others come with threatening measures,
To steal as an act to distract from their misdeeds.
A higher consciousness has clearly,
Opened eyes wide to see...
Who the fools are that have led,
Attacks on Mother Nature.
Now doing their best to 'cap' the flow...
Of the depths of their treachery.
Attacks on Mother Nature done,
Should be enough to expose those criminals...
In the minds of all now awakened,
Who will not allow a place for deceivers...
To hide their faces in escape.
Or offer shelter for them to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Words
Feelings of silence are here to be. Haunting is silence since it totally kills the essence of being alive. Words, my words are not stirring your emotions and I feel I have failed in my expression. A block seems to have been created, I have failed in creating words to perfection. Nothing is left with me and I actually feel like a failure in many ways. Hopefully, my life will be sorted out if god grants me strength to deal with things in a positive manner. Just a slight hope remains of surviving this mess.
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To Negotiate
Can those of obvious intelligence,
Come to ever compose themselves to negotiate...
With those who have imposed on others,
Incompetent qualities never to represent leadership.
With a showing that is done effectively.
But effectively they have proven to be imbeciles.
Can those of obvious intelligence,
Come to ever compose themselves to negotiate...
With those who have imposed on others,
Incompetent qualities never to represent leadership.
And 'if' this incompetence is what people insist is needed...
Why should those of intelligence,
Bother to bog themselves down with such overwhelming...
And accepting ignorance.
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With Words To Express, Define Or Explain
Smothered under thick layers of lies!
Suppressed by deceptions,
That keeps them self obsessed...
To excuse with alibis.
And no longer accepting the affects of self examination.
With cleared and open wider eyes.
They are first taught to assume positions,
Of being the center of the Universe.
Although from where they sit on Earth,
No one knows where up or down is.
Or if they are witnessing the left or right of it.
They learn to judge,
From lessons learned from birth first...
That whatever else exists,
From delusions quick to depict themselves...
Flawless.
There is a need to believe this ridiculousness,
Regardless of reality...
They wish with attempts to reverse.
And to curse those who are conscious...
With broadening observations,
Sought to seek and within them thirst.
With restricting limits,
Many self righteous think of others immediately...
By values and standards crumbling beneath their feet.
But yet refuse to see their own self imposing defeat,
From a medicating on maintaining minds addicted to fantasies.
And denying the existence of truth,
There to reduce their increasing agonies enforced and produced.
No matter how overwhelming the evidence,
Of a need for them to awaken from a maddening ignorance.
They've become too addicted to free and release to leave behind.
And unfortunate for them are these times we live,
That are completely out of their control...
Unfolding!
For all to behold with nothing left to be said,
With words to express, define or explain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Upsets About His Leadership
What upsets about his leadership?
He is extremely competent.
And many can not get over it.
He had been a novelty in that position.
And elected for his brilliance.
Those who oppose him in the polls...
Are doing their best,
To keep their ignorance and bigotry...
Less exposed.
What upsets about his leadership?
He is extremely competent.
And many can not get over it.
With an announcement of his agenda,
He began to make clean sweeps.
Corruption, greed and gluttony,
Under his command...
'Will' and is going to cease.
With an announcement of his agenda,
He began to make clean sweeps.
This activity has never been witnessed berfore!
A thorough cleaning from ceiling to floor.
He has traumaticized those,
Who had been exclusively fed first.
And now they are shown the exit.
Quicker than expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Looks On Faces
It has been historically reported,
Commandments were sent...
To be obeyed as ordered.
There were ten of them.
Depending on recommended versions...
All of which ignored.
To be followed...
Not amended as wished.
But a need for satisfactions...
To a detriment,
Was explored.
To redefine The Almighty's wish!
Man chose to dilute these truths.
With laws to complicate the basics.
And today humanity faces,
Consequences to embrace...
With looks on faces fed with greed.
And difficult to replace a created disgrace.
But actions are not traced...
Back to a feeding that chose to disbelieve!
And that feeding still exists.
With screams from protestors...
In demands for more of it!
With looks on faces...
Addicted with insistence,
To a feeding of more of their greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoping He Does Not Win
I am hoping he does not win.
He is much too good for them.
Let them continue to protest.
Stirring up division and racial unrest.
They've created their own unhappiness.
Why should he stick his neck out...
To help them rebuild their nests,
They have set,
Themselves...
To flames!
Alone.
And if he should win...
They would dump their crap on him.
Because that is what they do!
In everything done,
That they have ever pursued.
People who know this...
Know that is true.
Exchanging blame...
With accusations and false claims.
That is what they do best!
Let them clean up their own mess.
He has proven himself to be qualified.
But they should not be the ones,
On his back to ride!
They have created their own downslide...
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without change our God exists
Without change our God exists,
through aeons the same,
to our fathers a comfort and help
and with us still his love remains
and though time passes quickly as a dream
while the generations of men and nations
come and go, wilting as flowers after spring
the hearts, minds and works of everyone He does know.
Without change our God exists,
through aeons the same,
to our fathers a comfort and help
and with us still his love remains.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Spinning Out of Control
To be part of a collective whole
Does not diminish the value,
If kept polished and acknowledged!
However...
If that piece increases to become ignored,
And perceived as not as important...
Forgotten to rot.
No longer adored.
The quality of the whole also loses,
As its stature and influence tilts
From a constant abuse,
Willed upon it.
And a prominence once gained,
Begins to show...
A detrimental change!
An 'arrangement' is damaged.
Unattended greatness,
Can not itself sustain.
With bits and pieces chipped away...
Unrecognized for its need to be nourished,
Constantly in conscious ways!
A pride falters and shallows in purpose.
Everything then begins to taint...
To oxizidize and rust!
Everything that did not contribute...
To the purity of its breath,
Becomes distrusted.
And beings to die,
A slow death from a life given to cherish.
And the whole that was,
Is no longer what it could have been!
Spinning out of control...
Until it fades,
And dust is all that remains to scatter.
Lost from its majestic magnetic hold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It's In Their Blood
Rushed justifications,
Are outdated applications...
Applied today.
By those who enforce and try to endorse them.
Using techniques that never worked...
But incompetence does not offer that,
As an assessment tool for fools to use.
The obviousness of dismissed discipline,
Has fallen on the shoulders...
Of those who are older.
And...
Quick to use excuses,
To warrant their denials.
They would rather find others guilty
And put them on trial.
Folks are still looking,
For a way to toast their ill gotten gains.
Even still they are on the prowl,
To boost and boast their bloated egos.
To show themselves above and 'beyond'.
Although most are just filled with hot air.
Unaware no one cares...
If they should stay 'beyond'
And untouchable!
As long as they do not leave behind,
Their ignorance.
And a lot of that they do leave behind.
To circumvent any progress intended.
Or contemplated and meant.
With few wishing to be in the same space,
To hobnob with those of such mindlessness.
To hear nonsense spilling from the mouths,
Of the ones choosing to hide insecurities...
Behind plastic faces!
Trying to fake remnants of honesty.
Truth and honesty?
Integrity with a dignity...
Expressed with identity?
Are you kidding me?
Seriously...
Are you?
Those days are evaporating...
Faster than water can be found in Death Valley.
And all you will see in Death Valley are vulchers,
Picking over skeletal remains.
Or something that looks as if it had been alive.
Or wished that it could have been.
And did just that...
With an avoidance to pretensions.
It looks as if reality for some is here to stay.
For others...?
They will never know what it is to address it.
Or become satisfied...
If and when it ever should become acknowledged!
They will still charade.
It is in their blood to do so!
Yes! It is.
It is not hidden.
It is in their blood...
Or DNA
If one chooses to say it that way!
To dip in sin,
To tease like demons...
And solicit the weak to be wicked!
As if that is their mission.
To fulfill demented ambitions.
If it wasn't...
Why does so much of it exist?
The evil and the wickedness.
And depicted on TV.
As is preached from pulpits.
Their quality of life they now find rotten...
Has been based upon all of it!
How can that be corrected?
When not one bit of it has been created from truth!
How can anyone correct minds,
Accustomed to being used and abused!
And encouraged to uncover similarities like these...
To keep a disturbance nurtured in this diminishment!
If it's in their blood.
And that's where the conflict is!
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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Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues
Had he not destroyed the lives,
Of millions of people...
With deceit and lies.
And arrogant displays of ignorance.
Something he now says...
May have made some empathetic sense.
He was the first to say there was no recession.
Now he wishes to make claims,
That was inherited.
He lead conservative ideals,
To ruin and deplete a robust economy.
And not a word did he listen to others.
Preferring to succeed...
From a position of egotistic needs.
A forgiving people hear and see this.
With grateful wishes,
He and his corrupted followers...
Can not leave soon enough.
To begin a healing...
That will take decades for those who suffer,
To feel and believe!
With few expressing an energy left,
With a smile to lift!
Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity...
Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years.
As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned...
Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth,
Had been miraculously erased...
By a leadership with no remorse at all,
To ever be shown or known!
Demons in motion...
Are not attached to these emotions.
And bitter is the taste left on tongues...
For what to them has been consciously done!
Tricked by the wicked.
And made sick...
Are they to their stomachs.
To know this feeling is made real.
As it exists,
For them to feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such a Massive Waste of Competence
If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
There is no further need,
To mention the affects of greed.
It is apparent in one's vision...
The precision done by ignorance.
Those who believed they had the answers,
And would not listen...
Have gained positions,
To affliliate themselves with quick fixes.
And decided a leadership,
Would be those hand picked and liked...
For their willingness to follow.
Allowing much grief and sorrow.
With a quickness done of their silent lips.
If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
Beset us with woes?
Not if those stood strong and opposed...
Such a massive waste of competence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pleading
Picking up the pieces
Of the mess i left behind
The mess that is my life
Broken promises
Painful memories
Of all the good times that we shared
Does it all mean nothing now?
Have i thrown my life away in an instant?
My life i've thrown away
Being you?
I was young
I was naive
I didn't know what i was leaving
But now i do
Your on my mind
All year though
Do you know what you mean to me?
Do you know what you are to me?
Do you know there could never be..... another?
Do you see this look on my face?
It is only you who could erase
This expression on my face
It's so true
It's only ever been you
Please..
I'm on my knees
Please..
Give it some thought
I only want one more chance
This are my last resort
Do you know what you mean to me?
Do you know what you are to me?
Do you know there could never be..... another?
Do you see this look on my face?
It is only you who could erase
This expression on my face
It's so true
It's only ever been you...
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Pride Comes Before A Fall
The great one does not last a champion in his prime
He lost to a younger man with some help from father time
The years had left him slow time takes care of us all
He defended his pride but pride comes before a fall.
And even what a difference five or six years can make
To keep on keeping on for him a big mistake
He should have called it quits a couple of years ago
For the money he kept going though the years had left him slow.
Once feted and admired but that was in the past
And he too had his day and nothing ever last
He went down rather tame to one that he once would beat
And for one proud as he there is no pride in defeat.
The beaten one this time he has called it a day
Though perhaps six years ago he should have given his game away
But his pride kept him going wisdom never was his friend
And his glory day for him one might say at an end.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is the Relevance?
Where is the relevance?
One once connected and applied,
To a life making more not less sense.
For those who believed...
There was something treasured,
We all had in common.
Where is the relevance?
To the multitude of debates...
Delivered by those 'practicing' their intelligence,
On the shoulders of folks...
With similar tastes,
Now heating collectively...
In an impatience observed,
And without question seen.
And told they must wait in anticipation...
For those in positions of leadership,
To decide the urgency of our fates!
Where is the relevance?
Eyes opened created the decadence.
Few slept through the entertainment done.
No one complained about the feeding of greed.
Or lifestyles that were shared by a choice few.
Not everyone!
So where is that relevance?
The one declared we all share,
But never there.
The relevance of standards and quality,
We all strived to reach!
That relevance lived by a few in exclusivity...
But from the rest of us impeached.
Where is the relevance?
Sought and now called upon all of us to seek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfamiliar With It
The most difficult thing to do,
For one in a leadership position...
And is capable to lead,
Is to show an accountability witnessed...
But not from this one is it believed!
With aptitude to accept responsibility.
And the people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
They denounce the ability of this leader.
Since he performing duties of one...
They had never before seen.
So assured of himself...
They feel demeaned.
Incredible!
And they are stunned.
The people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
Especially coming from someone,
Labelled 'this one'.
And believe they do with false perceptions,
A true leader should be waving a magic wand.
Since then from them...
All their troubles would be gone.
And the one chosen in their hour of need...
Has not proven worthy,
To produce the magic they expect.
Not the magic they perceive.
So blame and accuse him they do,
For being human too!
Having his feet to get wet.
And not showing a sign,
Of being able to walk on water.
They turn their backs on him to shun in regret.
This has left them disgruntled and vocally upset!
They protest his leadership.
With claims he doesn't represent what they should get!
And he knows if he should leave...
They would be left to profusely bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perfectly addressed
You and someone alone
With the hands of an embrace
Said You
With a step of coming close
Said You
Filled with anticipation
Said You
With eyes full of love
Said You
Within which you settle down
With no remains left
Perfectly addressed
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