In These Days and Times
It is easy to discredit
Those who have made names for themselves.
Despite the backbiting and the envy concealed by some.
Something childish we 'might' have all once done!
Than it is to maintain an ego...
Full of self and free of reflection,
To detect corrections an introspection makes.
It takes a determined stamina...
Freed of grandeur and awe,
To administer an encouragement.
That is left behind to instill a nourishment!
If this message is not sent,
As it is meant to flourish those...
With less influence they can impose.
Then those who find their fame have no lasting value...
Have used their gifts for naught.
And producing these deeds to feed such an ego,
Has not induced minds...
Needing to be fed enlightenment,
In these days and times!
A selfishness to hoard such talents and gifts...
Leave with the ones they came with.
And nothing of subsistence considered substance,
Can be passed to nurture that is left behind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Left To Do To Be Done
No one voices their opinion,
Until an escalation of an ending begins.
And they make a collective noise then,
As if what is said should make sense and is heard.
Yet,
Disorderly conduct is all that is observed.
And those who came to warn them of misgivings...
Leave this scene without a mumbling word.
There is nothing left to say.
Nothing left to do to be done...
In a way that stayed obeyed!
So they lower their heads and pray.
Choosing to take their peace of mind,
And walk away while there is still time.
Some folks use their trivialities...
As if these are what is wished to find,
As a gold mine.
A self reflection had not visited their minds.
And that is the discovery of this sadness,
Had and has reached its full!
They choose to leave behind.
A higher consciousness to those promised...
Has been witnessed from them to be dismissed.
And ruined 'gifts' are left to sit,
And shared in disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stung By Ego
They all lay claims
On talents they have.
As if to aim their comments,
Towards someone believed
To be ego driven mad.
But anyone who is blessed
With gifts.
Understand that God
Wants them to work the ones
They have been blessed with.
To sit around and just make claims...
Only proves and displays a laziness gained.
And anyone who is not stung by ego...
Knows this sometimes,
Is not only heaven but most times hell!
As others who have visions of fame...
Are asleep to awaken,
With talents and gifts 'they' may know
Worthy of showing to produce to tell.
But seem to have less time to apply them,
And more time to find flourishing lies that swell...
Their heads!
With embellishment to relish,
Instead!
As they raise their lips in conceit,
To flap well!
As they prop up their feet,
In front of a TV.
Sitting their behinds on spreading seats,
To snack and eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Concept Is Best Left
It is a narrow mentality,
That makes some perceive...
What is done is okay.
With a thoughtlessness achieved.
And determined to leave this receptive.
Many believe an integrity is not important.
That 'concept' is best left to those weak.
Although they suffer from these deeds.
In silent denial.
A robust hypocriscy is maintain.
To mask their searching...
For someone to dump their responsibilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement
If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?
What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?
And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?
And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?
Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '
So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.
Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!
'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.
Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's In The Message
It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And that message is received,
As a gift to take.
It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And the message is received,
As a gift to take.
It's in the message that arrives...
And one will take.
It's in the message that delivers...
A statement made!
And taken...
As a gift!
Yes,
It's in the message that is a benefit.
And...
It's in the message for the one who makes some sense of it.
And admits,
It benefits...
To believe.
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Entities Ineffective
No one wanted to sell a ticket.
Or hand out a flyer to promote their talents,
To induce an influence.
And strengthen foundations with identity!
Their minds are not of that quality.
A potential for greatness,
Came.
Gone.
And by them missed!
But they each wanted to get paid...
For time they had spent,
Dismissing this event.
Getting together to socialize instead...
And this 'selected' intention,
Was not initially meant!
It did not sit inside their heads.
Not for this production.
Or what it required and would represent.
This production sought sweat...
With a message of intent.
It was beyond a hobby.
There was a hidden meaning within it to be sent.
But their ignorance did not realize that.
They could have showcased their skills to the world.
And that was not fiction!
That was indeed fact!
An historic undertaking was about to unfurl!
Yet they kept a gaze on their pockets.
Proving their minds were stuck and locked.
Blocked within egos that did not stop.
And no one understood,
That challenge that came to knock.
Or how God had provided them with 'gifts',
To raise consciousness!
They do not get this connection then!
That is why they remain...
Entities ineffective now.
Maintaining a sustained,
Subservience to shallow greed.
A need to complete yet leaves unfulfilled!
Although thrills at that final curtain bow.
Mintrels collective of paid but vacant deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Gems
Talents associated,
With money that could be made...
Comes from minds fixed on dollars and cents.
And environments with them living within...
Reflect,
A lack of respect and common sense dispensed.
Those with talents and of good deed,
Are gifted beyond belief.
But overlooked are those,
With nothing glittering to expose and show.
That gleams with a material significance.
And sad are the mindsets needing this to be convinced.
However,
It is quite unfortunate that people like this...
Aren't considered the true gems of their communities.
Unless they are dripping with eye popping treasures,
That raises their influence to please those wishing to release...
Their pretentions and embellished fantasies.
'Little boy...
Would you like to sell your soul,
For the taste to parade a few trinkets? '
~Would you like to feel my foot up your ass?
I'm 'not' your little boy! ~
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You have to realise that I am not a remarkable person at all, but incomprehensible even to myself. While in the cradle I was showered with gifts from many beautiful people who acted as fairies having been invited by my mother to bestow a multitude of different talents upon her son. But the forgotten fairy, the terrible twisted and bandy legged one that is always left out appeared as well. Leaning over my cot, she said I cannot take away the gifts you have just received from these ladies, but I can give you one of my own. Your whole life long, you will never do that which you like best!
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Failure of Imagination
Abundantly I come to you.
To grant you abundant gifts.
Receive them from the heavens.
Perceive them in the air you breathe.
See yourself with wealth of health.
Close your eyes and increase your desires.
Release yourself from limitation...
And allow abundance in to begin.
Witness...
And surround yourself in it.
Surrender and break away,
From boundaries created within.
Do not accept a failure of imagination...
To keep you depleted,
In a devastation.
Have you forgotten how to feed your dreams?
Leaving them in a mental freeze needing to be thawed?
Needing to be freed as you wish them to be!
Now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
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That Is All I Ask Of You
I gained more from my inability,
To press forward with a self centeredness.
When my obsession with correctness left...
I realized what I possessed,
Was the power of forgiveness!
I had to forgive myself,
For wishing to please an ego teased.
To share with others my perceived good deeds.
And to see my accomplishments ablaze in spotlight!
Knowing I felt inside a missed insight!
As I used my gifts and talents for my own delight.
And I awakened one day feeling that was not right.
I prayed and asked to be delivered from this.
And I was laid away for months...
Feeling alone in a helplessness.
I told God I was ready.
I was through!
And I was sent a message...
'You are there because of 'ME'.
Allow Me to use you!
That is all I ask of you.
And I will fulfill all of your desires.
I promise.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Seed In Your Heart
Somebody needs what you have
Somebody needs your gifts and talents
Somebody needs your love and encouragement
Live to make a difference in others
Living a life worth remembering
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Satisfying That Attraction
Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
To know we are together.
Not just to tolerate.
For purposes to berate.
With a condemnation...
Instigated to irritate an initiation,
Of a heated debate.
We have our differences known!
Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
Not in conflict.
Nor in long lasting,
Pointless arguments.
We do not owe each other sorrows.
On loan or otherwise.
To keep us divided on our knees...
In darkened shadows!
To find ourselves in a relationship,
We both despise.
We need to retreat from that which defeats.
In a sharing of despairs,
To plant.
As if annointed to nurture.
We can not grow,
In the hopes that tomorrow...
We are found ripped apart.
Satisfying that attraction...
That maintains our broken hearts!
Only to find,
In time...
Our minds can no longer afford,
A feeding of a need for that!
Preferring traps.
Instead of the freedom we once knew.
Before we said, 'I do! '
And did not commit,
To a happiness we quickly dismissed.
Discovering a sick enjoyment...
To inflict each other with pain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is A Choice They Made
Backbiters decided,
They would discredit the deeds done...
By the wrong people coming to their aid.
Those seething with envy and jealousy did this,
Believing they would end between themselves conflicts.
To be left with the more of it to exist.
Since those who backbite,
Only offer confusion and incompetence.
And eventually suffer from their own ignorance.
But then...
This is a choice they made with consciousness.
As exposed by the evidence too late admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Image. And Not Substance
We were hired to clean this house,
But where are all the supplies to do it?
'The last occupants,
Took everything.
Including the kitchen sink.
And left nothing behind,
To enable us to do the job properly.'
This will be gruesome news,
To those who value this place...
As a symbolic image they pride.
We will have to triple the budget,
Just to maintain an image.
'What about the people,
Who aren't aware of this? '
I will do the best I can,
To convey that message.
However...
They will just have to face the truth.
'I don't envy the position you are in at all.'
Many do!
But they are certainly not getting the message,
From this inside point of view.
And...
I've already told them I would need their assistance.
'But sir...
If I may say this.
They are a people of image.
And not substance.'
I am finding that out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vindictivity-Revisited
Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!
Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!
Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.
Vindictivity does not cross their minds.
Actions like these aren't friends for them to find.
Left behind is this 'stylish' resentment...
Dressed with fresh expressions
To escape concealed depressions.
Split from and witnessed,
Are rolling eyes casting glares.
As if these postures...
Warrant the welcome of such childish affairs.
Free from dares,
Are those who choose to live...
Beyond such traps,
That feed those breeding negativity that's shared!
Vindictivity as it is expressed,
May be chewed by some...
To swallow and digest.
But those who are challenged,
To become their best yet...
Bypass such urges
Leaving other minds regressed,
In the redundancy of regret!
Vindictivity-revisited in excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose what they do!
Suddenly released and once victimized,
By those who found it easy
To despise them with lies.
They are now lifted...
And propelled above such pests.
With forgiving hearts they have,
And transcending the past
After mastering such tests!
Vindictivity-revisited...
In repeated excursions viewed,
Can be seen diseasing as it infests...
So many who choose,
Lives lived as they do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Difficult To Follow
If in the making of mistakes made,
And the facing of disappointments done...
Had 'not' been faced to overcome,
With a motivating push and the gritting of teeth...
That needing desire to succeed,
Would not exist inside of me.
Heros in my life I looked up to that inspired,
Meant more to me than being embarrassed...
If I was seen publicly crawling on my knees.
They nor I,
Sought limelight to please...
With egos raised for all to see and praise.
And I remain just as determined today,
To leave a mark more difficult to follow.
Since I want it to be known,
My journey had not been an easy one.
Some may perceive to have others believe.
Although I will admit...
Making it look that way had left me,
Questioning myself with doubts if I should quit.
But...
Quitting is not in my DNA to even consider it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gifts That Come From The Heart
Memories so sweet they don't depart,
Because each stays sublime,
It's the gifts that come from the heart
That stand the test of time...
Like that first kiss upon the cheek,
Before lips melt with love,
Such heartfelt gifts must be unique,
What else could prove enough?
Some think gold rings or gems will do,
Or flowers for a while,
While others hold the point of view,
Whatever makes them smile...
Yet heartfelt gifts mean so much more,
For these were meant to please...
They have enchantments to allure,
Somehow they grant you peace...
To think that someone truly cares,
Loves tenderly and free,
Holds nothing back and nothing spares
And shares incredibly...
God-blessed are those who play it smart,
That simply says it all...
With the gifts that come from the heart,
For love is beautiful...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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