Intriguing Isn't It?
A deployment of character assassins,
Have been on the trail for years.
But no one has confided in them yet...
That those selected for defamations,
Have been, in fact, themselves!
Invited to all of the soirées.
And came dressed to impress,
I might add!
They should be just about discovering that...
Right,
Now!
Among those,
They are...
Proud professional social climbers!
And how do they become less exposed?
That is difficult to determine.
The look of shock seems to be permanently fixed,
On their faces.
'Excuse me...
Were you intending to use something against me?
Isn't that you?
Standing over there...
During this taping conducted,
By your small gathering of friends?
Who happen to be my employees!
Why do you look so surprised?
Didn't they tell you they work for me?
We have known each other for years.
Far more than I can count!
Are you perfoming acts of sodom...
In those videos?
And dancing with the others butt naked?
Was this an official or unofficial celebration?
Intriguing...
Isn't it?
Enjoy.
There is an assortment of activities to suit your fancy!
And stop staring.
I'm not 'that' goodlooking! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain … Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is a chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for the spirit.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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Friends With Unseen Faces
'This is dedicated to Suzanne, Melvina, Alison and Francesca. My friends with unseen faces.'
For years my work lay hidden.
Gathering dust on my shelf.
Then came a chance encounter.
From a past half forgotten.
A voice across the internet.
A conversation was taken.
An introduction was made.
A new voice who sounded my praise.
Soon there was another and another.
From different parts of the world.
Four ladies who have helped me.
To find myself again.
They are strangers, but friends.
Kindred souls whom I’d never recognise.
If I passed them on the street.
Their words kind and supportive.
Have helped me to my feet.
After a drought of words.
They have rekindled an old flame.
Made me see again.
That my words can bring joy.
Again and again and again.
So to my friends with unseen faces.
A little gift from afar.
Hope you enjoy my praises.
As much as I enjoy yours..
We may never meet face to face.
Unless fate decrees it so.
But just remember wherever you wander.
You have a friend out there.
Who’s face you do not know.
poem by David Harris
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Stop & Shop
There are people I see...
But I don't know them personally.
Yet I can truthfully say,
I've come to respect them highly.
They may be folks who work,
At stores I go.
To purchase items,
Where I stop to shop.
In unique and personable environments...
I've come to like a lot.
Friendships I've developed,
I did not expect.
As I spend a few dollars...
Sharing and gaining respect.
And there is one place I travel,
In Bloomfield, Connecticut.
Intending but forgetting...
What I've come to get.
Some places attract,
Because the service and employees...
Are just charismatic.
Dedicated To:
Those sometimes humorous,
Friendly and always respectful employees.
At the Stop & Shop in Bloomfield, Connecticut.
I think you all are terrific.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Covered By Medicare
Spending habits out of control?
No problem.
Living on a fixed income,
And the doing of it has gotten old?
Nooo problem.
Are you graying with age gracefully?
Or are you still trying to convince anyone,
You are just a few years over 21?
No problem.
Just sit and admit it,
Even though difficult to do.
You are old and it shows!
Fixed income or not...
It is a part of life we all go through.
With few if any exceptions.
And that's the way our muscle flow.
'No!
Butt and stomach tucks.
Face lifts and the erasing of wrinkles,
Are not covered by 'medicare'.
However,
There may be a provision for corns and bunions,
With a co-pay.
Would you like your makeover to begin,
In those areas first?
We can take years off of the appearance of your feet.'
~Well...
Let me think about it.
I was hoping for something,
A bit more impressive.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconditional and Uninhibited Love
What are you doing?
When I invited you out for dinner...
I did not expect this at all.
'You were the one to ask if I was uninhibited! '
I meant in private.
When we are alone!
Hurry up!
Get dressed.
This is embarrassing.
You are an exhibitionist.
'What difference does that make?
I told you I enjoy eating in the nude!
So you want me to take the tassels off my breasts too?
I thought you said you wanted to see me dance? '
Hurry up and get dressed.
This whole thing has been a misunderstanding.
Your ad said 'Unconditional and Uninhibited Love'.
'And...
What is your point?
I'm the one embarrassed.
I should have questioned you 'before' accepting your invitation.
You're the one who lied when you said I should be myself!
Didn't I tell you,
My honesty was rare?
That I kept nothing covered?
I was as naked to the truth as I can be? '
Yeah...
But,
People lie!
And this is 'too' much honesty.
I'm not ready for it.
Hurry...
Get dressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birthday of sugar
Today is my birthday,
Friends! invite you all to celebrate;
candy, squashes and other friends
lolly pop, ice cream and chocolate;
Do join this auspicious occasion,
we will have today best celebration
my boy friend, cake will too arrive
dressed in the costumes of prince.
You know once he hugged me,
since then he is permanently sweet
you will have a chance to kiss
to my boy friend cake, don't miss.
Special invitations to dear ants
being greedy they roam for hunt
yes, potato, sweet juices and fruits
not invited because they are diabetic.
Time is very important for me
because in so many work I am busy
many people do not finish their feast
without my prepared dishes of sweet.
My dear children's love chocolate
and ice cream too I have to create.
Needed too in Bakery and confectionery
Bless me to live long gracefully.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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From the Lips
Excuse:
'I didn't want to see them like that.
That is why I didn't come by to see them,
Before they passed away.'
Excuse:
'I know I should have asked you
How you were doing!
But I was told you were doing fine,
And that's why I hadn't called! '
Excuse:
'Even though I know most of our relatives
Attended.
I didn't get an invitation.
My father got one.
I should have received one too! '
Excuse:
'I really didn't tell lies on you and things you did.
I just told them what I heard.
And when I saw you the other day,
You didn't speak to me.
But I didn't tell them you didn't see me...
And what I heard came from someone,
Who hasn't seen you at all! '
These excuses come from the lips,
Of those who will swear they know you!
Everything about you...
And more!
Why they stay amazed,
You would rather keep away from them...
Day and night to remain in peace,
Will not stop a dropp of their gossip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It took me a long time to get selected as an astronaut. In fact, I applied for 20 years before I was selected.
quote by John L. Phillips
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Stuck In The Practice
Stuck in the practice,
Of success re-anactments.
To charade for others,
With a hopeful soothing done...
To keep expectations physically seen,
As if something secret is there to be won!
Uncomfortable are those behind their own closed doors.
And sleepless are their nights,
With impressions to fill the hunger...
Of 'assumed' appetites!
With social activities kept prioritized,
People are observed walking around...
Dressed to impress with bloodshot eyes.
Frustrated to appeal to others who critique.
People have dieted themselves from common sense.
And comprehension and reason,
No longer do they feed on this their minds to eat.
Although a picking may be done this is left to leave.
Destroyed are integrities and identities dismissed.
An A credit standing is why some from day to day exist.
And nothing in their environments supports a stripping away,
Of all nonsense.
People want to feel they belong,
No matter what that price paid is!
Stuck in the practice,
Of success re-anactments.
To charade for others,
With a hopeful soothing done...
To keep expectations physically seen,
As if something secret is there to be won!
And there is!
Mental breakdowns.
With an attached assortment,
Of high cost hospital visits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Own Them
Are my two balls
Too big for you?
When they are exposed and admired...
Do you become ashamed
You have none to show too?
You want your friends to believe,
You wear the pants in here!
I played along with you for years...
But it is what it is,
And if I would leave...
You would be in tears.
They are loved,
And you like them there!
Hanging in front of your nose.
Just as they appear!
So why are you letting small town talk
And gossip you hear...
Make you feel these balls and not for you,
And near!
Are my two balls
Too big for you?
When they are exposed and admired...
Do you become ashamed
You have none to show too?
If you let me be the man I am
And not one just to screw...
Like your friends and neighbors
Tell you they do
Behind the backs of their spouses,
And that's a fact that's true!
It will be much better...
If you decided I own them!
They are mine,
Hanging in front of my behind!
And they are there to share with you.
Anytime you've got an hour or two!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surprises 2
Life is filled with surprises
and I have had my fair share of them.
Imagine going to a friend’s funeral
and months down the line,
you end up marrying his widow.
Yes, that has happened to me.
Imagine after fifty-six years
discovering you had a brother
you never knew you had.
Yes, that has happened to me.
Imagine going to school with someone
you never remember speaking to
and then fifty-one years later
they become your best friend.
Yes, that has happened to me.
Imagine this friend
introducing you to a friend of theirs
and between them both
turn your life around.
Yes, that has happened to me.
Surprises happen when you least expect them,
they can happen anytime anywhere.
You can never predict when they will occur,
they just happen for a reason,
a reason for which we are never sure.
However, never turn your back on them;
count them as a blessing
that might never come again.
5 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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~60~
It doesn't seem like it...
But I'll be 60 soon!
Sixty years
Of some heartbreak,
And many cheers...
To excite me with many passed moons!
Oh yes...
And friends of mine,
Who know I've spent years at '49'
Appear to show they are upset
With those who guess I'm '39'.
Although they wont say
They wish they had a youthful glow,
To display...
They grunt from sore joints
Doing their exercises each day!
Getting older for some...
Makes them want to sit down and cry!
Not me!
Not today!
Not as long as I can pass,
For a young and 'stunning'...
Goodlooking '55'!
Honest...I'm serious!
And I'm so glad no one's around to watch...
How I get 'this' Frankenstein to come alive,
With every limb cracking without a stop!
Especially early in the morning,
When I myself want to run and hide!
But I thank God each day...
Even if I have to hop from side to side!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0078 Thanksgiving Day
A celebration of the grace
of the past, or
a celebration of the grace
of today?
For thousands of years,
the Native Americans
whose origin is so mysterious
held, as do all the peoples in the world,
a celebration of the harvest
now brought home, rejoicing
in its abundant wealth and
offering gratitude to that source
from which it comes - as do we...
And how ironic, looking back,
that the Pilgrim Fathers, unprepared,
as many townsfolk among them were,
for the art of farming in a foreign land,
were taught, from those thousands of organic years
of experience, by those very native Americans -
Wouldn't you like to have seen, been there,
that day in 1621, as settlers
and the invited Indian chiefs
sat down together to celebrate the harvest
in brotherhood?
And then, today: beside remembrance of the past,
how beautiful to dedicate a day
to thinking, listing, all the many things
which we may be truly grateful for.
Will a day be long enough?
It's said, that every year
the day after the Thanksgiving feast
the wild turkeys of America, gathering,
as Native Americans of ancient, brown-faced line,
with lively turkey-trot and song and
stuffing themselves in rather
more natural ways, celebrate
survival
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In fact, at Olympic National Park in my district, they 3 years ago had 130 summer employees they brought in for temporary work. This summer they have 25 because they cannot afford more.
quote by Norm Dicks
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Where the journey of life really goes
My blue honda motorbike
with a full tank of fuel
is broken
and is being repaired
and while I count my money
I see that I have enough,
but for the last journey
of the week
and I wonder how
I am going to be able
to take that ride?
At the bus stop a car guard
is watching cars
and a black woman
that needs five rand for a ticket
and is dressed elegantly
in a red work suit,
gets the money from him
and he doesn’t even know her
or wants anything in return
and its weird seeing a near beggar
giving to the prosperous.
a Bus without any sign of destination
stops in front of me
and I wonder where
this bus is going?
I cannot stay standing
at the bus stop
and I know that I must travel
on this bus.
When I get aboard
the bus looks right
and there are other people,
that I know
that also rides on it.
I tell my destination
to the driver and pay
and he gives
a ticket to me.
When I ask to where
the bus is really going,
he wants to know
to where life’s journey really goes
and my money
is placed back in my hand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Dreamer
He is down by the riverside
Late one night
Hes tryin to count the stars
In each of the signs
All alone by the riverside
And time passes by
Gathering thoughts of the past
And maybe hell cry
So they say hes a madman
And he dont understand
But I know that hes tryin hard
To act like a man
All those years he has suffered,
My friends
All those years of pain
But I dont think he knows for sur
E if those years were in vain
Hes a dreamer
And hes fightin for his life
Hes tryin to understand
Hes a dreamer
But he wants to carry on
Yet I know hes a lonely man
song performed by by Europe
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Not Surprised You Do Not Know Me
I am not surprised you do not know me.
For years our conversations have been about you.
Your likes and dislikes.
Your cravings and appetites.
Your opinions with judgements passed.
And your need to compete...
With my activities,
That affords you some kind of mental relief.
I am not surprised you do not know me.
Nor am I shocked to hear you say...
I do not understand,
A life lived your way!
You are right...
I don't.
And that is why you don't know me!
Nor do I have a need,
For you to begin that now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waning Years
In these waning years the worst of my fears;
Those things for which there seems no amends.
It matters not the multitude of my tears,
I observe the incessant passing of my friends.
I feel sorry for my self for each dreadful surprise.
How could this happen to one I long to see?
Then I'm thankful another spirit more wise
Grants understanding that this is not about me.
Rather than sulk in a sea of sorrow
I'll remember those precious times forever.
Now with friends enjoy today and tomorrow
Though the years may wane I'll be to clever.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Your Actions Have Outdated My Patience
For many years I have known of you!
And in those years,
I feel I don't know you at all.
I've invited you into my home...
And assisted in the things you do.
I've even invited you with me,
To attend events.
And this you have refused,
With excuses to invent.
And when I see you publicly,
You pretend not to know me...
You never acknowledge me to make small talk.
When was the last time I recieved your invitation,
To go anywhere with different sights to see?
I can not recall that being your priority.
And yet you call yourself my 'friend'?
Which one of us is pretending?
And which one of us thinks,
Whatever this is between us should end?
'You don't know me like you think you do! '
You say to me as if to accuse.
And I say to you...
'No kidding?
You must be a comedian too?
But your actions have outdated my patience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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