It Is Instinctive (Descending From Failed Ascents)
Cheapened and cheesed.
Those once fat cats,
With their Cuban cigars.
And crooked lawyers kept as pets.
From whom do they snatch,
Their flights of fancy.
And secrecy back?
When theft they've captured,
Has been recalled from stocked bags...
Packed and champagned.
From whom amongst them selected...
Can backtrack to those backstabbed,
With the sincerety of a puppy?
Hoping for a loyalty still maintained.
Some folks climb with only themselves in mind.
With delusions to control and be worshipped.
And some folks find a climb to the top is pointless.
Since it is not advisable to begin a certain decline...
To meet anyone near or at the bottom.
Unless they are accustomed to this movement done,
As a good deed received from the ones not overcomed!
Anyone who has bled...
At the sacrifice of propping someone else up,
Knows just how to treat,
Those of treason and betrayal.
It is instinctive!
Arising spontaneously...
As the demise of the suppressor,
Gets closer to them!
Those familiar with solid ground.
Prepared but not so quick to entertain...
The ones,
Obviously stunned.
As seen descending from failed ascents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cats All Over
Everybody loves beautiful cats
They have proved worth as pets
Nothing so special but liked by most
Help to build relation if they are frost
She may come gently and move around
I too see in her new companion found
Rubs my back and makes round
Prefers to sit me on the lovely ground
White and black cats have special attraction
All the time we love and shower the affection
She, with little provocation, not hesitate to pounce
Waiting for chance to switch over the loyalty and announce
I take care not to displease and offend
Entertain her with special food and send
All my affection and lovely pet on head
Message is clear, understood and silently read
Cats are pet but not to obey calls
React sharply when something falls
Like to play with moving balls
Suddenly Jump and climb over walls
Cats have changed my thinking and concept
I was adverse to affection and acted inept
Still they changed me into loving fan
Now prepared to act and do whatever I can
I may love them for time to come
They will stay and remain with always welcome
I find new world and joy to share
Always wait for them to talk and take care
I don’t know what is wrong
They are new companion among
May be dear animal or best friend
They are so near but I have to mend
Oh, cats you are black and white
Your presence it self make me delight
All worries disappear and feel so light
Think calmly and find the path right
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Climb
maybe Im not as smart as I thought
as I come back down
entertain the sun
beg it to go on
dont leave me all alone down here
cause I dont have a doubt
that I am without
a way out of this
and I climb
this wasted time
I've been in
and I find
I change my mind
again you win
can you take the ashes that Ive burned
at your expense
cause I cant tell you why
all the things that I
havent thought to ask you for
I am at the end
I cannot pretend
that everythings ok this time
and I climb
this wasted time
I've been in
and I find
I change my mind
again you win
I cant walk away from you
I cant deny what you say is true
I cant understand everything you do
still I cant walk away
and I climb
this wasted time
I've been in
and I find
I change my mind
again you win
when I climb
when I climb
when I climb
song performed by by Lifehouse
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They Are So Right!
...and on the other hand,
You can not treat people with respect
Who are not accustomed to getting it.
These folks are the first to think,
Someone treating them with kindness unexpected...
Either is weak with no backbone,
Or just a fool seeking confirmation!
There are people around like that.
Quick to attack an emerging smile,
On someone's face.
And do their best to replace it.
Even if it means character assassination.
And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
With disbelief,
No one wants to bother!
And in their neighborhoods...
They can not get enough police,
To protect them from their own ignorance.
Or lack of comprehending,
The reasons for their own blight!
They would rather argue about that...
Day and night!
And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
Even though social dysfunctions...
Should be addressed!
And placed high on the list of their priorities!
But 'that' will never be placed on their agenda.
Nor will the divisional self righteousness,
Of their religious beliefs that keep them like this!
Since they will say...
'God has nothing to do with it! '
And...
They are so right!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Climb
Step by step
I've come closer to reaching the top
Every step must be placed so that I don't fall off
Looking down to see about how much higher I am
Another cool wind comes through and brushes my skin
The harder I push the tension does grow
I gather my thoughts the further and further I go
With some luck I just might keep on climbing
So better to climb than to face a fall
So high the climb
Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
So high the climb Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
Pulling myself up by a rope
I better my view
The only thing in sight is what I must do
As I turned I could see myself falling
Which in return save me strength for the climb
So high the climb
Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
So high the climb
Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
Although many failed I must now prevail with no question
Have no time to stop
Onward to the top of the mountain
And I can't turn back now
Its so very high but I can't turn back now
If I keep it up
song performed by by No Doubt from Tragic Kingdom
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The Climb
Step by step I come closer to reaching the top
Every step must be placed so that I dont fall off
Looking down to see about how much higher I am
Another cool wind comes through, brushes my skin
The harder I pust the tension does grow
I gather my thoughts the further and further I go
With some luck I just might keep on climbing
So better to climb than to face a fall
So high the climb
Cant turn back now
Must keep climbing up to the clouds
So high the climb
Cant turn back now
Must keep climbing up to the clouds
Pulling myself up by a rop I better my view
The only thing in sight is what I must do
As I turned I could see myself falling
Which in teturn gave me strength for the climb
Chorus:
Although many failed
I must now prevail with no question
Have no time to stop
Onward to the top of the mountain
And I cant turn back now
Its so very high but I cant turn back now
If I keep it up, Im gonna make it
Im so very close cant you see
Chorus:
Im getting closer...
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Focus Folks
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
Well,
Today it's like this...
Those who believe they have not been at risk,
Are fooling themselves.
They are caught up in it!
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
By now many have witnessed,
The consequences of their thoughtlessness.
The demise of their quality of life!
And the stupidness of their racistness.
What is going on around them,
Are trappings of their delusions.
To seclude them in some ethnic separateness...
That is ending to bring all into a togetherness.
Regardless who likes it.
This is a fact!
Try to hide from it!
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
Well,
Today it's like this...
Those who believe they have not been at risk,
Are fooling themselves.
They are caught up in it!
You gotta focus folks!
What is going on is no joke.
And if you had been the kind,
To provoke others and their peace of mind...
You will find yourself,
Soon,
Out of yours!
You gotta focus folks!
Forgive and forget...
And destroy those hate notes!
Rip them up or burn them quick.
A major adjustment of change exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snakes & Ladders
Words by joni mitchell
Music by larry klein and joni mitchell
He
In a shopping mall
Finally met the perfect girl
She is all that matters
The only one in all the world
Like a barbie doll
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
She
Just to have and hold
Is the perfect air-brushed angel
Makes you hot just looking at her
Stapled into all his braincells
Like a centerfold
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Buy the townhouse
Call the preacher
Get to the bottom climb back up
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Set up credit for the lovely creature
The lovely creature
He
On a corporate climb
Set his sights on power for her
On a silver platter
He gave up happy hour for her
Perrier and lime
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
She
In a handsome world
Put her mind to social graces
All the privileged chatter
Setting pretty table places
For the girls in pearls
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Buy the carphone--
Call the broker
Get to the bottom climb back up
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Buy the wife a diamond choker
A diamond choker
True love--true love--true love
Hes so nervous
New love--new love--new love
When hes with her
Oh--hes wasting away
True love--true love--true love
Its so curious
New love--new love--new love
Just to kiss her
To kiss her--to kiss her--to kiss her
To kiss her--to kiss her--to kiss her
To kiss her he has to shave
She
In the gilded mirrors
In the swing of fancy places
Where the black ties flatter
Started seeing other faces
Young-fogie-financiers
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
See
In the crimes of time
How the seasons steal away
How the rungs are shattered
First youre green then youre grey
Still the snakes unwind
Still playin snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Sell the vineyard
Call the lawyer
Get to the bottom climb back up
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Gather garbage to destroy her
To destroy her
Ladders--ladders--ladders
The perfect girl
Ladders--ladders--ladders
The paper chase love is snakes and ladders
Ladders--ladders--ladders
The social whirl
Ladders--ladders
The rat race
Barbie doll
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Snakes And Ladders
Words by joni mitchell
Music by larry klein and joni mitchell
He
In a shopping mall
Finally met the perfect girl
She is all that matters
The only one in all the world
Like a barbie doll
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
She
Just to have and hold
Is the perfect air-brushed angel
Makes you hot just looking at her
Stapled into all his braincells
Like a centerfold
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Buy the townhouse
Call the preacher
Get to the bottom climb back up
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Set up credit for the lovely creature
The lovely creature
He
On a corporate climb
Set his sights on power for her
On a silver platter
He gave up happy hour for her
Perrier and lime
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
She
In a handsome world
Put her mind to social graces
All the privileged chatter
Setting pretty table places
For the girls in pearls
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Buy the carphone--
Call the broker
Get to the bottom climb back up
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Buy the wife a diamond choker
A diamond choker
True love--true love--true love
Hes so nervous
New love--new love--new love
When hes with her
Oh--hes wasting away
True love--true love--true love
Its so curious
New love--new love--new love
Just to kiss her
To kiss her--to kiss her--to kiss her
To kiss her--to kiss her--to kiss her
To kiss her he has to shave
She
In the gilded mirrors
In the swing of fancy places
Where the black ties flatter
Started seeing other faces
Young-fogie-financiers
Oh love is snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
See
In the crimes of time
How the seasons steal away
How the rungs are shattered
First youre green then youre grey
Still the snakes unwind
Still playin snakes and ladders
Snakes and ladders
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Sell the vineyard
Call the lawyer
Get to the bottom climb back up
Get to the top and slide back down
Get to the bottom climb back up
Gather garbage to destroy her
To destroy her
Ladders--ladders--ladders
The perfect girl
Ladders--ladders--ladders
The paper chase love is snakes and ladders
Ladders--ladders--ladders
The social whirl
Ladders--ladders
The rat race
Barbie doll
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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It Implies Not Looking Back
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.
Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.
'I hate change.'
Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crooked Conscience
I used to be able to surpress him
But I somehow lost control
It feels like I'm falling in my mind
And i just can't grab a hold
I'm reaching as I spiral down
To find a sign of hope
Suddenly I am tangled
In a fraying piece of rope
Begin to climb the rotted line
As it's crumbling in my hands
Don't think I'll make it back to myself
But I have to take the chance
I can hear his voice call out to me
He says to try would just be nonsense
His used to be the voice of reason
Now he's my crooked conscience
So crooked and out of control
I know he must be stopped
So I ignore his evil words
And keep climbing to the top
The rope's turning to dust in my hands
But I'm almost out of my head
The one thing I have to save myself
Is now a line of thread
Just inches now from my goal
My hands are burnt and blistered
There my conscience stands and smiles at me
Holding a shiny pair of scissors
poem by Joseph A. Solis
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Benefit of Their Neglect
Some folks don't recognize a good thing
Even when they have it!
They will take it for granted.
Thinking it came to them easy...
So more has to be out there for the asking!
Until it becomes understood,
Their intentions to turn what is good...
Into something not so tasty!
They become deluded within themselves.
But delusions are what they are!
Based on fantasy.
And some folks have fantasized themselves,
Right out of the mix!
To secure something or someone that belongs...
It has to be appreciated.
It has to become a respected part of one's life!
When that appreciation goes?
So too a peace of mind one thought came,
And would stay at the benefit of their neglect!
Many do no get this!
And that is why 'that' which was theirs isn't there,
To be shared!
It has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limitations of Tranquility
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Share it with those in need.
Especially those who feed on myths.
Trying their best to fit in...
A history they affix to a reality
That has been tricked and rewritten!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Some people can not accept,
Their ancestors were thieves and heathens.
Who worshipped their sins in dens of evil.
And now they pay for these medieval deeds!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
It is shown they have an absence of this.
Their entire existence has them betwixt...
Having an intelligence that sits
Within borders of treason!
They can not reason.
They accept others outside of their barricades,
As odd and below façades they've made.
They have no idea,
They bring fear amongst themselves!
To endear conflict they instill to thrive to prosper.
And deluded with limitations of tranquility.
That has weakened a peace...
From those they spend in frustrations to conquer.
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
They do not know it.
This has never to them been shown!
They are descendents of war!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Go For Our Walk
A festive time they had.
Wining and dining,
And sipping on the best champagne.
The only complaints heard,
Were the hors d'oeuvres were late
In being served.
And the servants' shoes were not shined.
Times change overnight!
These same folks are finding themselves uptight.
Every dime that they had and their homes are gone.
Investments made and lives lived on good credit...
Came thundering to an end,
With the event for them was a freakish storm!
'Horace? Where's our money, dear? '
Horace snapped his mind...
When their 401k took a deep decline!
And the banks stopped all loans and credit...
As excuses for bankruptcy,
Bank executives could not find!
And the greatest of their pretensions,
Became as worthless as they saw those homeless!
Now the churches seem packed with redeemers...
But God does not control the mint!
And the demons who prayed to keep their lifestyles worshipped,
Suffer pain and hardships from their own decadence.
'Grandpa...
Why do you always keep your shoes shined? '
It's a reminder to keep myself respected.
And my steps grateful to be taken in simplicity.
Feeling blessed.
'I don't understand.'
You will one day.
Come on...
Let's go for our walk.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Lessons Learned Have to Go Into Immediate Effect
There are several reasons why,
I choose not to go out of my way for folks.
Most of them are thoughtless.
And the rest...
Get provoked!
I do not care what is done...
They will be back for more.
And once they have become addicted to this,
The 'victim' becomes disrespected.
If a wish and whim is dismissed.
There are several reasons why,
I choose not to go out of my way for folks.
Many simply do not care.
Who it is that supplies their needs.
Or who they have left pulling out their hair.
And I know that I have aged with values long gone.
When all I require is a 'thank you' from those I assist.
Is that so wrong?
And when that isn't given I re-evaluate my steps.
Realizing my 'next' desire to be taken by a fool...
Will not find me clicking my heels together.
To show my willingness to express,
A good deed done and at its best!
I may return the response I get.
By acting ungrateful, thoughtless and stunned...
When expectations are denied.
And my availability becomes a 'zero' for anyone.
Regardless if my denials for some might numb.
Some lessons learned have to go into immediate effect.
Like an anesthesia applied...
To 'awaken' some to digest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Competing To Top Their Anguish
Discouragement is so overrated!
If someone chooses to be depressed...
Let them!
And leave them quick!
Unless it is recognized...
This is a temporary setback,
They themselves despise!
If it is realized as a momentary mood filler,
Wish them the best...
And give your mind some peace and rest!
Quicken your steps away from them!
Be cordial.
You never know,
What this movement might begin!
However...
If you are willfully being selected,
By someone to deplete from you your goodwill,
Into a conscious baiting complete of drama overkill!
Awaiting to strip every remnant of your glow.
Along with a magnificence you began to feel and show...
Before this accidental encounter,
Begins to stir with a familiar flow.
It may be too late to back away slowly!
As the temperature set now,
Seeks ways to attract you to despair!
Go ahead...
Display a hint of caring!
And within minutes,
You will be competing to top their anguish!
People like that love to prove,
Those in a good mood...
Know little about life and disappointment!
And,
When they have achieved
A shared shouting and screaming match...
That pleases,
With you...
Beginning to quiver lips and bare teeth,
As you attempt to unlatch from their point of view!
Teased with a treatment they pursued to indo!
Witness their eyes glisten with accomplishment.
And you...
Have provided their satisfaction!
And you...
Have now been prepared to attack!
Watch them sit back,
To revel in their deed you fed with ease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ascension
What is being built over there?
'That's the new attraction for this coming year! '
Why do they need another one?
There are enough of these thrill rides as it is.
'This is just a rumor...
So please do not quote me!
But from what I understand,
This ride is going to produce
The greatest sensation of all!
Look at it!
Isn't it the biggest thing you've ever seen? '
Yes...
Indeed!
I wonder what they are going to call this one?
'They have started a contest already,
To name that steep climb.
A winner has been chosen.
They have selected to call that, Ascension! '
That's a great name!
What about the entire ride itself?
'Deep Recession!
And after that drop...
There is a tunnel to take the people,
Through scenes of lifestyles flashing by...
Before they all come to a stop.
Once there they are given smelling salts!
The folks behind this,
Have had this figured out for some time!
Every detail of it! '
Wow!
I know that is going to be the rage,
This year!
'Deep Recession'?
That thing is higher than the Empire State Building!
That dropp is going to have people off their feet,
For a very long time!
'Oh...
You know it!
They are counting on it!
And check this out!
I'm told the ride is going to be free for everyone! '
You're kidding?
'Not at all!
I know a few folks who have already applied,
To become operators!
AND for top pay! '
What about you?
Why don't you apply?
'Ive been watching this being built for so long.
I've been trying to find a way to sell 'puke' bags,
With my name on it 'before' people even see this thing!
Or...
Find a double purpose for it!
Maybe insulate it to carry their eyeballs? !
I don't know.
But I want it to be original! '
When is it due to open for the public?
'Very soon!
I've heard they want it completed before the Spring! '
Before the Spring?
That's right around the corner!
'I know!
And I have yet to come up with a design! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dedicated Fundraiser
In every town across the land
We find him holding out his hand -
Collecting funds for charity
From folks like you... and folks like me!
He stands there waiting, rain or shine,
Hoping we will not decline
The needs of those that he holds dear -
For whom he chose to volunteer!
They may be starving refugees!
His conscience hears their earnest pleas!
They may be blind, deaf, dumb or lame!
Their plight is now his sacred aim!
They may be helpless, quite forlorn!
A noble cause has just been born...
A flood or earthquake, who can say! ?
And yet, through him, help's on its way!
But only if he stands and waits,
Upon the Council's licenced dates,
For many seek to raise funds, too...
From folks like me... and folks like you!
It's up to us to contribute -
To play the saint or stay the brute!
Donate a pound or walk on by,
Not asking who or what or why...
He simply stands in silent hope
To save some lives... help victims cope...
So, think again! Don't hurry past!
This chance to help may be the last!
It's up to us to show we care...
Just like the man who's standing there...
poem by Denis Martindale
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opening Joke
If I wanted to please everyone...
I'd tell them how fantastic and beautiful they are.
You know...
That stuff folks expect to hear.
Especially out in public.
But geeeesssshhh...
Glancing at this crowd...
I know I have to be honest.
Since I expect most of them,
Would be hearing it for the first time.
And I can see there are lots of folks been lied to...
Sittin' up in here!
You got another pair of sunshades?
And even more would think my honesty,
To be controversial, direct and humorless.
Delivered from the embittered lips,
Of a black man fighting back his anger.
How did truth and honesty,
Become associated with bitterness in the first place?
They get enough amusement anyway.
Some of that stuff that goes on today is so hysterical...
It goes on unacknowledged.
Don't worry!
I've come prepared with an opening joke about economics.
That should rivet them to their seats!
Especially the ones sitting in the front taking notes...
Accustomed to being in seminars.
'Folks...
The topic this evening will be,
'How to Barter and Ghettomize My Pretensions'
Some of you taking notes,
Will find the subject matter rewarding.
IF you already know how to boogey and 'git' down! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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