Interpretations
They are not poor.
They are triumphant in re-enacting 'lack'!
They are not ignorant.
They have chosen to stay away from knowledge.
And that seems to be a fact!
They are not lazy.
They choose to receive,
And 'give' that perception.
They are far from subservient,
But welcome it as a form of reception.
They have been freed to do as they please,
And leave interpretations to others
Who pay to be entertained by these sights...
Never keeping conversations dull,
For those who dwell with such druthers.
They know this!
And that is why everyone pays.
Whether we are amused or not...
By these admissions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Druthers
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the I want to live album, and has also been released on the changes album.
If I had my druthers Id go fishin
Find myself a lake and a lazy day
If I had my druthers Id quit wishin
Get off the old caboose get on my way
Give me, whole lots of laughter
Great big barrels of fun
Nighttime full of romance
Daytime full of fun
If I had my druthers Id go flyin -ooh
Lookin for the things Id like to see - yeh
If I had my druthers Id be tryin tryin
The only way to be what I cant be
Give me somebody to love me
Make me feel like the only one
Something thats worth doing more
I feel good when its worked yeh yeh
If I had my druthers Id go sailing - yes I would
Catch me campin ou on the open sea
If I had my druthers Id be singin
Just how good this good life feels to me - feels so good
It just needs someone to talk to
Something you cant share
You dont need no reason for livin long
Its already there - yes it is - ooh ooh
It makes me giggle
I cant sit down
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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The Me Factor
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
We are often told how selfish it is,
To think of oneself and how that is negative.
It is said 'to give' is better than 'to receive'.
Although in doing so...
Receiving for some is difficult to show!
Giving to give and thinking nothing of themselves...
Are many who live who believe 'to give' is positive!
And yes it is an act of unselfishness.
But many are living and not receiving proper rest!
And living to receive with a 'me' factor conceived,
Is the one thing they detest.
In this giving to receive cycle some suggest!
Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As A Matter Of Fact
Written by s. garrett & d. boyette
Blow daddy, aww, yeah
Here we are, standing at the hard line
We made it last this long
The two of us, together since the first time
And I believe our love is still strong
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Some said we wouldnt make it this far
But they dont talk no more (no more)
The love we share is precious as a big star
And what we haves what others hope for
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Mm, matter of fact, yeah (ooh as a matter of fact)
I want you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And I cant tell you more than that
As a matter of fact, (ooh, as a matter) yeah (matter)
Aww, blow, daddy
Musical interlude
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come and go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(repeat chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
Yeah and I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
Ooh, ooh, baby
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me right back
As a matter of fact
(ooh, as a matter) yeah (a matter)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Versatilty
I think that I can claim to be
a poet who is versatile.
I try to write my poetry
in varied form and varied style.
I emulate and imitate
styles of great poets of the past.
To show that I appreciate
poets that time has over cast.
Although long dead their words live on.
A source of inspiration to
poets today.Though they’re long gone
and I give credit where its due.
Although some things I write are new
I cannot trace their origin.
I trust my muse as poets do.
She prods me until I begin.
She tells me there is no such thing
as writers block there cannot be.
A poor excuse for not writing
I’m not allowed to be lazy
That’s something she won’t tolerate
and drags me from my bed to write.
Though I protest the hour is late.
She is insistent that I write.
If she should choose to stay away
I’d seize the opportunity
to simple have a lazy day
Without my conscience pricking me.
11-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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To Diminish The Act Of Reason And Common Sense
Every tactic today is being used,
To diminish the act of reason, truth and competence.
With undeniable mental abuse.
Every thought process to enlighten those unconscious,
Seems to be finding a way to criticized those seeking light.
By a keeping of their ignorant lives thriving and entertained,
On ensuring the ones with a thought process are belittled.
And this should be a goal by all maintained.
With a laughing at those who have chosen to do things correctly.
And...
If education had been a priority as it is today professed,
Why has there been a rush to market...
The temptation of decadence and with such effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going, Going, Gone
Going, going, gone!
The pulchritude of those who believe,
They were born to lead.
And have been blessed...
With superior intelligence.
Going, going, gone...
Is that mindset!
Going, going, gone!
Stereotyping others,
With the depiction of them being lazy,
Shiftless and ignorant.
This pendulum has already swung.
Reality for many has clearly begun.
Going, going, gone!
Thoughtlessness.
Too much of it existing has not been addressed.
Out of necessity a 'thoughtfulness' to protect the shores.
There seems to be an acknowledgement today...
Of what is not 'mine' exclusively,
But also 'ours' and also 'yours'.
Going, going, gone!
Ethnic jokes and the fools who tell them.
There is nothing funny about watching 'certain' people,
Making fun of the plight of others...
As their druthers has humanity,
Sitting at the brink of disaster.
Because they believe they have been the chosen ones.
There is nothing laughable in the observation,
As to what 'these' people have done!
And going, going, gone...
Are their beliefs with philosophies.
And their blatant madness.
Perhaps they are wizards of delusion.
However...
They have not proven they have been,
Masters of Ecology nor will ever be!
That's for sure.
With an arrogance to destroy 'my' planet?
I don't think so!
Some folks like that will just have to go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Significant Role to Play
Remaining humble,
And remaining subservient...
Are entirely two different positions.
To know oneself,
Regardless of the condition...
And keeping that which is valued true,
Under any circumstance.
A humbleness is shown and given.
On the other hand,
Someone subservient...
Has accepted a life without identity.
And like a child who is told is cute...
Never comprehends the responsibility of adulthood.
And is more than glad to have needs met,
Without exerting any effort at all if this is possible!
Ambition does not exist with someone who is subservient.
Ambition is all that exists for someone humbled,
By an acknowledgement of any achievement considered accomplished.
Someone subservient achieves one thing...
An ability that is taught how to leech and keep docile.
And in the recruiting of others,
Is given special treatment or a significant 'role' to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is that of increasing knowledge of empirical fact, intimately combined with changing interpretations of this body of fact - hence changing general statements about it - and, not least, a changing a structure of the theoretical system.
quote by Talcott Parsons
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Dumbed Down, Profoundly Ignorant and Entertained
Without a knowledge of what is going on around them...
It is best that they remain,
Dumb down, profoundly ignorant and entertained.
Symbolized into a dysfunctional bliss.
And controlled by myths...
That have nothing to do with their existence!
But an awakening comes to stun everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Mystery Is There
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.
Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.
And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'
~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~
'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'
~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~
'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '
~So why do you pray? ~
'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Ignorant Will Confirm Their Expertise
If one can not justify their actions taken,
But continues to defend them...
Loud and defiantly and in a pulic way,
To display a lack of knowledge...
Always eliminates debated confrontations,
With a calling of anyone like this ignorant.
Since...
One who knows that definition clearly,
Will have that confirmed...
Without a word heard needing to be said.
Those ignorant will confirm their expertise,
Immediately AND with flair to awe those aware.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed of the Thought of Foreclosure
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To focus your sights on that?
If things are seen as whacked.
And way off track.
It is what it is!
Perhaps for you,
All of this has been a quiz!
You just didn't want to see it,
As it is.
You wished to see it,
As an affliction affecting...
Others you were taught to detest.
Now that 'mess' you ignored...
Has come to lay upon your own doorstep,
To comfortably rest.
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To believe your ideals were being attacked?
Now you find yourself sleeping with a weapon.
Feeling safe and secured.
Keeping sure you are protected...
In a neighborhood free of enemies.
Enduring agonies.
Knowing you can not trust who lives next door!
Who's life are you living?
And what is your life lived for?
When you just might kill yourself...
To escape from your own safety zone!
Freed of the thought of foreclosure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Down
by Carole King & Toni Stern
I'm holding my hand out, keeping my head high,
Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
I'm going to stay up there as long as I can.
And look down,
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down and look in.
And my mind sends me reeling, breathing and feeling,
I remember the time when I tried to come clean,
But my interests collided, besides I was misguided,
And who do you confide in when you trip on a dream?
And look down,
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down and look in.
If you want to come with me and tell me what you see,
Just step in beside me and do what you want,
And you may see clearly, though it sometimes is lonely,
To be free is the only possession that counts.
I'm holding my hand out, I'm keeping my head high,
Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
I'm going to stay up there as long as I can.
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down,
And look down,
And look down,
Look down,
Look down,
Look down,
Hold on, I'm coming.
song performed by by Monkees
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Shut The Rut Up
Shut the rut up.
Why stay stuck in it,
As if it is preferred?
Is it deserved?
You dwell on it as if it is.
Shut that rut up.
Leave it to disappear.
Are you that familiar with it?
Has it for you become endeared?
And what is it you wish I do?
Express a contentment in it like you?
I'll give you just a few more moments of my time.
Then without expressing any empathy to leave,
You and that rut you love will instantly be removed...
From my mind to be left behind.
I'm not into the rut loving business.
Shut the rut up.
Why stay stuck in it,
As if it is preferred?
Is it deserved?
You dwell on it as if it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On A Continual And Daily Basis
Deceits fed are no different,
In the keeping of delusions alive...
Than mentally abusing someone,
On a continual and daily basis.
To leave the one abused and in needing,
Instilled with beliefs they are chosen this way...
To receive this expression,
Of unrequited love.
And they will remain without complaint,
Since this is the only love they have ever known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Day When The Sitting To Listen Comes
The day when the sitting to listen comes,
Those who hadn't done it before...
Will discover a wealth of knowledge can be obtained.
Impatience with a running mouth...
And ears blocked,
Makes for poor comprehension.
And those who lack experience,
Are generally the ones...
Who believe they can not be taught anything.
Incompetence loves the company,
Of others equally ignorant.
Especially those who have gained their influence,
Through social networking and kissing tail.
The day when the sitting to listen comes,
Those who hadn't done it before...
Will discover a wealth of knowledge can be obtained.
And what has been done by misdeed and in discreet...
Will be seen for what it is to undo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hope and Faith
Some say they will and then don't.
Some begin to do it then wont.
Some wish to give...
And,
Some wish to be given too!
But...
With hope and faith,
One can...
Choose to stay elated!
Each day may not be easier to live through,
To do what it is one must and should do...
But...
One can,
Prove the odds wrong.
If one remains strong!
Keep your hope and faith!
Dedication with a patience pays.
Some say they will and then don't.
Some begin to do it then wont.
Some wish to give...
And,
Some wish to be given too!
But...
With hope and faith,
One can...
Choose to stay elated!
Each day may not be easier to live through,
To do what it is one must and should do...
But...
One can,
Prove the odds wrong.
If one remains strong!
Keep your hope and faith!
Dedication with a patience pays.
Dedication with a patience pays.
With hope and faith!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conversations Can Be Quite Delicious!
More should experience,
Having their thoughts brought out...
To enjoy the freshness of open air.
Instead of keeping them confined,
Within minds,
To have them go unshared.
Exchanging ideas and perceptions of life,
Can increase one's excitement.
With a revelation of something...
That might entice and invite one's knowledge.
And discovered as another's...
Appetite needing more spice that's liked!
Conversations can be quite delicious!
More should experience,
Having their thoughts brought out...
To enjoy the freshness of open air.
Instead of keeping them confined,
Within minds,
To have them go unshared.
Conversations can be quite delicious!
Exchanging ideas and perceptions of life,
Can increase one's excitement.
With a revelation of something...
That might entice and invite one's knowledge.
And discovered as another's...
Appetite needing more spice that's liked!
Conversations...
Can be quite,
Delicious!
Especially those that are right,
With a tasty bite that is invited to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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