Is That A Question Or A Statement
Do you mind repeating what you just said?
'Of course not.
What is it that you wish to be repeated? '
That's what I am asking you.
I don't know.
'Well,
How do you expect us...
To have a meaningful conversation,
And communicate...
If you are not paying attention.
Now what kind of sense does that make? '
None?
'Already I'm confused.
Is that a question or a statement,
You just made? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is So Much More Fun
What am I saying?
What do you mean...
'What am I saying? '
Do you expect me to remember,
Pointless rhetoric?
When did you begin paying attention?
It would have been easier,
If you had stopped and said...
You were actually listening!
I had no idea you wanted us to communicate!
How long have you been wanting that?
I had been thinking you made no sense at all!
And all this time you were waiting for 'me' to make some?
Well...
I am glad you admitted that!
Now I have a reason not to take you for granted...
The next time we are naked!
We can now turn off the lights,
And excite our fantasies!
It is so much more fun when things are simple...
Brought to light,
And made clear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into Abstract Pictures Painted
There are those who wish to make sense,
In an attempt to make that process meant...
And meaningful.
But their lack of experience to get a point across,
Leaves those misunderstanding...
What is the intention if communicating a thought,
Is a statement made.
'Assuming' it,
Has been clearly delivered to receive a response...
From someone not into abstract pictures painted.
Or statemements made disconnected from rhyme,
Purpose OR reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Doesn't Make Sense
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
Because you have become successful...
Doing what you have always done,
They feel you will become less successful,
If they ignored you?
I don't get it!
That doesn't make sense!
Haven't they always ignored you?
And you, them?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
If you ignored them better than they have ignored you,
Wouldn't that make you even more successful?
And that's what you've done in the first place?
Maybe they're trying to get you to notice they're ignoring you?
And you're not paying them any attention?
But that's what's going on anyway?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
'I know!
And less of it is being made everyday!
Hopefully this will become very lucrative? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talking To Themselves
There is not a day that goes by,
I find myself lost for words to say.
But as each day does go by...
I realize very few are paying attention,
Whether they are in conversation or not.
And I have also noticed,
Those who are giving their undivided attention...
Are often talking to themselves.
'Well...
At least there is 'someone' captivated,
By what is being said.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you're not confused, you're not paying attention.
quote by Tom Peters
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Take Me Home
Now Im here all alone
Takin care of my own
Down in no mans land
Got no friend, got no dime
Only plenty of time
Wheres the saving hand?
I got that feeling to need
More and more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make
More than conversation
That is the fever,
Wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Its not true what you see
Behind that mask thats not me
Try to reach my world
Cant you see Im so blind
Stay with me to change my mind
No more nightmares, girl
I got that feeling to need more
And more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make more
Than conversation
That is the fever, wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
I got that feeling to need more
And more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make more
Than conversation
That is the fever,
Wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
song performed by by Helloween
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A new question has arisen in modern man's mind, the question, namely, whether life is worth living... No sensible answer can be given to the question... because the question does not make any sense.
quote by Erich Fromm
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Seeking Attention of That Kind Has Been Fed
I don't expect your praise.
In fact...
I don't expect you to acknowleged anything I do.
I am not on that mission.
Seeking attention of that kind has been fed.
However...
What I do expect,
Is a clue you know something about self respect.
And so far I suspect,
We both have become disappointed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Communication Skills
Your conversation...
It's all over the place.
'I'm glad you noticed that.
Because I am responding to you.
I pride myself on listening.
And delivering immediate feedback.
So...
If you have noticed 'my' conversation,
Has been all over the place...
Not making sense OR contact?
Listen to yourself sometimes.
You will find your communication skills,
Way off track.'
So what are you saying?
I don't pay attention?
'Well,
It's like this...
If you think my conversation is scattered,
And it is just the two of us 'in' one conversation...
And I am responding to 'you'?
You figure that one out by yourself.
Because it is obvious to me,
You don't need me here...
To enjoy your own thoughts! '
True!
Maybe I should be a writer...
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Conversation
Everybody's so mixed up about love these days
And everybody's trying to work it out in different ways
I don't really need to know your aspirations
What I need from you babe
Is good conversation
To put my mind at ease
An old friend called the other day
And wasn't quite sure what to say
Didn't seem to know me anymore
And I said
Don't treat me like I'm someone new
I'm still the same one you used to talk to
But all I need from you friend
Is good conversation
Is good conversation
To put my mind at ease
Though It seems as if the world has come between us
And our lives don't look the same
Though in the past you have shared all my happiness
Will you be there to share the pain
Everyday I'm surrounded by
A million voices from the sky
And they all have the same thing to say
Now what I need is something new
Is it something you can do
To share in that kind
Of good conversation
Is good conversation
That puts my mind at ease
Puts my mind at ease
yeah baby
(all I need is)
(all I)
Woah yeah
(all I)
(all I)
(all I need is)
Is it my iniagination
(all I)
And can you see my frustration
(all I)
I don't need admiration
(all I)
But I'm trying to be patient
What I'm looking for
(all I)
Is good conversation
(all I)
(all I need is)
Is it imy imagination
(all I)
Could it be my destination
(all I)
And what I'm looking for
(all I)
is good conversation
(all I need is)
And what i'm asking for
(all I)
is good conversation
(all I)
To put my mind at ease
song performed by by Boyzone from Where We Belong
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Doing Something On Their Own
I can find the restrooms in my home,
Blindfolded.
There are two.
And I know what to do and how to use both,
For purposes to address an agenda.
I do not need a tour guide,
To make clear my familiarity.
Some have a need to have their hands held,
During a repeated process.
To feel a comfort in this repeating...
Something they do is correct.
And does not offend...
If they should be caught alone,
And doing something on their own
That may not be condoned or accepted.
Hoping that what is done...
Is approved by everyone!
Even if what they do,
Captures no one's attention.
With or without...
Making attempts to apply imagination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addictive Personalities
All that 'is'
Will change.
All that 'has'
Will not.
And you expect,
Something from yesterday to be repeated?
Children who can not read,
Are passed along from grade to grade.
Without any comprehension at all being done.
There are folks hired in executive positions,
Because of their looks.
There are few women chefs who cook in restaurants.
And I have never seen a fireman direct traffic!
Have you?
'You make absolutely no sense.'
And neither do you.
All I asked if you will loan me another $10,
Like you did yesterday.
I will pay you back!
And you expect,
Something from yesterday to be repeated?
Children who can not read,
Are passed along from grade to grade.
Without any comprehension at all being done.
There are folks hired in executive positions,
Because of their looks.
There are...
'I get the picture! '
I don't think you do.
I don't think you will.
We both have addictive personalities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words Spoken
Words spoken to self in isolation
Mystery not in question but in relation
Simple confusion in mind
Forcing others to find out its kind
Yet nice appreciation,
Applause from all over and no more questions
Mind reveals and heart opens
Ripples created and caught by fans
Why do we try to speak our mind?
Is something necessary of that kind?
Why at all you want sympathy?
That people should have soft corner and feel pity
No one has seen you breaking off?
If so, they would have definitely laughed
As you were boosting of your love at all places
All were jealous of you with frown on faces
You were afraid that you will be made victim
A simple donkey with no sense to reach home
Uncertain mind as was made of you with satire
Now you feared it will be certainly put on fire
So it is better to speak through poetry
It will be race but gaining from back door entry
No one to know who the man behind is?
What will be pain behind or tease
It is nice to appease and find solution
In one way it reduces some what tension
You have little insight with no more confusion
The answer is found within the question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Here...Use My Megaphone
Excuse me.
I didn't hear clearly,
Your last statement.
Did you say...
'How do I feel about negative comments,
Made about me.
In this community?
'Yes.
My words exactly.'
Would you like to go on a tour?
'No...I've...uh...no.'
I'm to care about what is being said about me?
Is that it?
By people who regard that more important,
Than what's going on in their own lives?
Is that it?
Have you seen their thoughts reflected on the streets?
'Yes.'
And I'm to care what they say about me?
I am hopeful one day they will awaken,
To at least appreciate and value...
The importance of hygiene, discipline and self respect.
And I bet they will come to find,
Me not worthy of that kind of attention.
Not the kind they need to focus with an addressing of it,
Missed and dismissed to get back and look at upon themselves.
Other than that...
They are a fabulous bunch of nutts!
'Do you mind if I quote you? '
Quote me?
Here...
Use my megaphone!
It's more direct.
In fact you can have it.
I'm tired of using it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mine
O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine:
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
She's rich, she's fair, beyond compare,
Of noble mind, serene and kind--
And how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
In a music soft and fine;
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine.
She owns no lands, has no white hands,
Her lot is poor, her life obscure;--
Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine!
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Why Is It
Why is it when someone tells you something
it keeps repeating itself over in your mind?
It is a question I have no answer for,
but it does it all the time with me.
A very dear friend told me something
that happened in their earlier years
and ever since then it keeps
repeating itself over in my mind.
I keep wishing I had been there at that time
to help them through their ordeal,
but I wasn’t and I didn’t even know them then.
Therefore, why is it now
what happened to them
bothering me so much now?
Could it be I recognise something similar
that happened within my family
and I was unable to help
all the torment that they went through?
Why is it that it bothers me
when I know happiness they found.
The question bothers me for an answer
and that answer I cannot find.
If someone knows the answer,
could they please tell me
and put me out of my misery,
letting my poor heart rest for a time.
30 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Give Them No Credit
Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?
'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'
Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.
'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'
Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.
'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '
You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duned By The Winds of Euphoria
Saying what is on my mind...
You wanted.
It is there and was made clear.
An honesty sits within me.
Not to leave fragmented.
It is as it appears.
It is a need I feed.
But this truth I share...
Your ears are not prepared,
To hear or bother to listen.
A distance keeps you detached,
And unaware to grasp with attention.
You want to select my conversation...
Although an implication still misses connotation.
A removal of an exposure you fear might reveal,
Something you skip to be left hidden.
Perhaps a fact you wish kept concealed?
But that is not my purpose.
I dare to be me and free.
My mind is not tied to myths of fantasy....
And that is what you endear from me to see.
That my eyes become plagued...
Moistured and fogged,
By your miraging scenes.
Daydreamed...
And tossed about like a beach ball,
As we sit duned by the winds of euphoria...
And brought to life to live and breathe.
You wish less of my depth.
Yet expect to communicate...
What you dictate will keep you safe.
And I am not about that at all.
I value understanding with blemishes and flaws.
But you rather keep a comprehension stalled.
Playing games like that,
Does not attract.
Or keep me attentive with that as an incentive.
When below surfaces I wish to scratch...
Until an itch is satisfied,
And relayed undenied and given right back!
That is what I want.
I do not desire to be teased.
I have needs to fulfill.
Not to avoid what may ill,
To provide a comfort as you please.
How can that be created...
When you prefer to dodge reality!
And a beginning unconnected,
Is not a relationship to be for me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Convincing Relentlessness
What's old?
The repeating of excuses.
What's new?
The refusing of repeating anything old.
Stale and molding.
Although what's old is accepted,
By those who redo yesterday to update.
As if no difference has been made,
To replay with embellishment...
That has an approval,
From those who look the other way...
Portraying themselves as victims of amnesia,
With a convincing relentlessness.
Making what's new,
Always within limits as to not to offend...
Anyone seeking the getting of attention!
Or the mentioning of anything,
That yesterday took place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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