Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick
If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Ask Me to Critique
When you ask me to critique,
With an opinion that is honest.
Don't expect me to deceive you...
With a sweetened tongue.
And the taste I leave you...
Hints of a bit of salt.
As you prepare to deliver to me pepper.
When you ask me to critique...
I go for the meat.
Not the heat,
When one may be wishing to be honey dipped.
Or perhaps thrown a kiss!
When you ask me to critique,
There is no sweetness dripped!
Unless the offering is fantastic.
And hits a spot I can not resist...
But sit,
And enjoy every nibble of it!
When you ask me to critique.
That's what I will do!
But I rather not to.
Since like you...
I don't enjoy everything I am served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could I Critique Poe
Could I critique Poe?
Would he care to know,
My opinion of his vision.
Would the darkness felt in his heart...
Manifest more light.
If he chose to interpret,
From my insight!
How should Poe and I,
Share similar views on life?
Could I critique Poe?
I suppose I could...
With a wisdom I would bestow.
But how would that effort,
Allow my own to grow.
If from my own environment,
My experiences given...
Come forth from within,
To share as they are told.
And neither Poe nor I...
Would find that a critiquing,
To be the thing we sought...
When revealing from inside of us,
Those thoughts from us unique.
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The Best Solution
Ending all acts of degrading participation,
That makes one feel underestimated...
Is the best solution,
To keep from having deeds done reduced...
By those producing critique and abuse.
It becomes easy to release comments to defeat.
Than to take a stand on one's feet,
To make public what one believes.
Especially when one is seeking popularity,
Instead of clarity many refuse to accept and receive.
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Doubters
It is the level of expectation,
One must achieve...
To gain that respect,
From those who can only reflect...
Upon some self importance,
Believed...
Another gets and expects,
From gratifying accolades made.
And is proud of what one does.
And..
Is proud,
Of what has been done!
To some...
With a sign that is shown.
To others...
Perhaps a perception,
Of one keeping silent a conceit.
And giving no attention to the doubters...
Who will always remain who they are.
Doubters with beliefs,
Their expectations have to be fulfilled...
To pass along positive and assuring comments,
That allows the doubt and the judgement of critique...
A nod of approval to bestow.
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Someone Has to Address Their Needs
Find fault with me.
I have been in preparation...
For dissections and critique.
When I began testing the waters,
I chose to jump in...
Learning 'then' to sink,
Or swim.
With those of shallow minds.
Or with those whose minds were 'deep'.
I did not boast to float along like some.
My intentions were based upon content.
Flash splashes made to say I can make a wave,
Or two.
Was okay at first...
But I have more than just that to do!
I have been in practice for years!
Find fault with me.
I have been in preparation...
For dissections and critique.
If I have to say in poetic verse...
How I hunger for true peace on Earth!
I will be controversial,
With comments some will bleep.
And use I do choice cuss words too.
If I feel a need to shake things loose!
Or I may select a way to probe into minds...
With an eeriness that creeps!
That I love to do,
For those of inflated etiquette standards pursued.
You know the ones?
Politically correct!
And breaking their necks to hide their flaws.
Why I love to watch their jaws drop?
Why not?
Those horses they ride high upon...
Need rest!
Someone has to address their needs.
But I would rather convey,
A way to promote...
An understanding that is consciously invoked.
However,
If that doesn't work?
You can rely on me to provoke with glee.
With a stroke of bitterness...
Yet mixed with lots of love to leave.
Although,
Not necessarily that easily found near the surface.
Give me some credit for my attempts,
To provide hints of contempt...
With a dose of mystery!
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What One Creates
Not one to inspect,
Over another's collection.
To brush quickly through...
With reviews or suggestions.
I realize the pain it takes...
To select what will be saved,
By refurbishing what is accepted...
And tossing away,
What doesn't make the grade.
I can't be the critic,
To make that choice.
Although I feel forced,
For an opinion to voice!
I much rather watch,
Portraits hung!
I know what it takes to get to that place.
For seconds it may take
To critique...
The lifetime of one that completes,
From a nothingness...
To what a 'nothingness' can become!
And to observe without effort...
The skills it takes to get this done,
I am not so unwise to realize...
What one creates,
And what 'that' takes...I appreciate.
Unlike some,
Who are please to critique!
With eyes that are fast,
And feet quick to run!
If emotions aren't instantly attached...
Or imaginations unused are fused,
To conform with those with none!
I choose to be 'there! '
In the 'moment'...
To observe and be aware.
With a patience I enlist.
Knowing creativity shared like this...
And on display,
Deserves much more...
Than my quips without wit!
Or thoughtless comments made...
As if my pleasure to judge what's produced,
Will boost a huge ego...
I'm already trying to reduce!
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In Private Conversation
When I accepted,
To take a mission I was given...
It was in private conversation,
And the information 'mine'.
When I was told those obstacles,
Would be my own to remove...
Others thought I needed help,
And they brought judgements...
And 'their' rules.
But...
This was my own ambition,
And my mission.
I had brought ammunition,
To complete my own deeds.
This was my own ambition,
And my mission.
Although...
Those who offered their critique,
Thought their steps would hinder me.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
When I accepted,
To take a mission I was given...
It was in private conversation,
And the information 'mine'.
When I was told those obstacles,
Would be my own to remove...
Others thought I needed help,
And they brought judgements...
And 'their' rules.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
This was my ambition and my mission.
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Who Is Better Suited
It may be we are judged,
For that which we do.
However...
Is it in the 'doing'
Or how what is done,
That we do satisfies...
What is wished?
In the accomplishment of it.
That which is done.
And if we are not prepared,
To receive comments shared.
Who is better suited,
To inflict critique?
If the activity made public,
Is not determined to be complete.
And how is that method chosen?
From what aspect of authority...
Can that voice be spoken?
If that knowledge,
Has yet to one arrived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digressive Detectors
I've been told on a few occasions,
That I don't spend time fine tuning my poems...
To enhance any 'suspected' relevant,
Thought process.
Digressive detectors,
Are all over the place these days.
And I share with those critics...
They have no idea of the amount of time I spend,
Seeking new avenues to avoid making sense at all.
Or ease into a way to expose my humility.
Please!
I have achievements to accomplish!
To add additional clarity...
For those probing.
I look at it this way...
Anything anyone should find of mine,
To critique with criticisms?
Keep this in mind...
That which you claim to find that is mine,
You have made an illegitimate claim!
Nothing of mine is yours to find,
Had I not put it there.
Hoping you'd be with a microscope.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
And...
I want to ensure,
You reveal your findings...
And make my mistakes public!
I am in waiting for another fool,
To believe I am one as well.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I am not impressed,
With your digressions.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maintain Your Defense
Whatever you do,
Maintain your defense...
Against those who critique.
With a battling done.
By the use of weapons!
Delivered and supplied,
On the tip of embittered tongues.
Do not let that weaken.
And get underneath your skin.
Not at the expense of you losing sleep.
Or keeping your mind unable to be at peace.
Whatever you do,
Maintain your defense...
Against those who critique.
Recognize those insecurities,
Worn upon their needing to be fed egos.
Come to realize,
Your potential may be despised.
And jealousy and envy,
Are often hidden and disguised.
Where is the support that has been aborted?
Where is that brotherhood sought and proclaimed?
Where is that need for unity?
And 'why' do those pretensions remain sustained?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Little Actress
I cant carry on
This play is too long
I must be going
Extend my regrets
I gave it my best
But now Im going
This is too much for me to take
Something tells me that shes faking it
She says she dont care
She wants to be fair
She must be joking
Its simple she said
Lets not lose our head
Tell me shes joking
This is too much for me to take
But somebody isnt faking
Someones heart is breaking
And if you see her give her my critique
Shes a bad little actress
Gets no curtain call
But the worst of all
When the curtain falls
Theres no one at the backstage door
Im more than her friend
cause I knew her when
She was no sensation
Shes wasting our time
Repeats all her lines
Whats her motivation?
Now she wont share her stage with me
Her performance was outrageous
Put me through some changes
So if you see her give her my critique
Shes a bad little actress
Her delivery dont come naturally
Anyone could see she doesnt mean a word she says
Her mascara ran
And the show was panned
But Im still her biggest fan
So when you see her give her my critique
Shes a bad little actress
Gets no curtain call
But the worst of all
When the curtain falls
Theres no one at the backstage door
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Accustomed To Critique And Darkness
Emotional vampires,
Accustomed to critique and darkness...
I can't afford to have feeding on my consciousness.
The extensive draining done they do,
I wont allow with me to pursue.
And they will do it too!
Emotional vampires,
Limited with negativity.
Upset with themselves.
And surrounded by insecurities.
Despise they do,
Those who choose not to self abuse.
And refuse to listen...
But expect others to.
They are happiest when sharing,
Their blightest insights.
And delight when someone argues,
Against thoughts they have...
Others feel for them aren't right.
And pained by youthful injustices to them done,
These emotional vampires...
Solicit to undo,
The peace of mind of someone.
Emotional vampires,
Accustomed to critique and darkness...
I can't afford to have feeding on my consciousness.
The extensive draining done they do,
I wont allow with me to pursue.
And they will do it too!
If given one's time.
And...
Empathy.
'I'm a Scorpio.
What are you? '
I'm a-Leaving!
Note:
The 'theme' is similar to my other poem,
Entitled: 'Emotional Vampires'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Do Demands
I don't do demands!
I 'may' take a request,
Every now and then.
Very cautiously.
At one time...
I would dropp whatever I was doing,
To be at someone's beck-and-call.
I had to put an end to that.
Some folks began making suggestions,
As to how I could do for them...
A better job!
YES.
'Maybe you should do it this way.
So and so said...'
I don't do demands!
I 'may' take a request,
Every now and then.
Very cautiously.
And...
Very cautiously,
I ask myself...
IF I am prepared to receive critique,
By the one who has asked for my assistance.
I don't do demands.
Especially made by those who say...
'Will you do this for me.
AND make comments.'
~I feel very appreciative,
You are demanding of my time.
AND...
You would like my comments,
As to how that time of mine I've spent...
Was enjoyed.
I'm getting goosebumps already.
I am shivering all over with just the thought of it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could Not Possibly Be Done Without Them
A persistent consistency isn't resistent to critique.
No!
Even though this may be believed.
There is a shared interdependency,
That benefits as a gift.
One who has been focused with purpose,
Has become accustomed to this deed.
And determined to use criticsm,
As a sign of something done...
That is appreciated but not by everyone.
And this continues with a seeking of critique one does,
As a method to keep critics feeling instrumental...
To what is needed to achieve what one does to do,
That could not possibly be done without them...
To ignite that inspiration kept and sought,
For a motivation that sparks one's drive to succeed.
'You could have used another line to rhyme with the other.
Why didn't you do it? '
~It's for the critics I exist.
But 'this' I keep them unaware of it.
I like to refer to this done,
As a mutual benefit of applied irritation.~
'But...
Does it work? '
~We've been irritating each other for years.
So I would think that it does.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Sunny Rose
Thank you for your comments.
Sunny...?
Always think of yourself as a work-in-progress.
Once you believe your have become a 'finished product'...
You can not succeed.
You will not!
Accept you are part of this experience,
We embrace and call life.
A piece and part of the 'whole'.
And...
Make a choice to remain vunerable.
Open to explore all possibilities.
Accept critique.
In fact...
Seek it.
A flower is not born ALREADY in full bloom.
Remember that always.
I thank you, again.
And success is a feeling kept inside yourself.
If others discover it,
It came from within to them to be revealed.
Do you 'hear and feel' what I am saying?
Peace/Blessings.
Note:
I received a 'message' from a young poet,
who calls himself Sunny Rose,18 years old...
and living in Chandgarh, India.
So impress was I by his comments.
The sincerity of his delivery.
'Success 'can' and 'will be' yours, Sunny Rose'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Weakness of Mind and Physicality
Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.
Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.
It takes courage to step out in front.
To confront opposition and be blunt.
People who fear to have their feelings hurt,
Are usually those,
Who spread gossip with a thirst.
Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.
Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.
With a weakness of mind and physicality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judge not my verse
Go ahead
judge me and my works
so sick and tired
of the negative jerks
there is no good and bad poetry
so I understand
I pay my taxes and
secure freedom and my land
so critique my writes as they are
there's no guarantee
they'll go very far
if I make a reader
shed a tear
make them laugh
make them cry
make them sigh
I'll forge onward with my verse
till' the day
I die
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Be To You, True
Be to you,
True.
With a doing of you,
No one but you can do to be.
When you make attempts to be me,
Or anyone else you imitate and see.
With beliefs they should be like you,
Or you like them.
There will be left only one of us,
Feeling blessed to be that best person yet...
One can become to be.
With a comfort felt within the skin.
And a caring of less who may protest.
Or a passing of judgement to critique and profess.
Be to you,
True.
With a doing of you,
No one but you can do to be.
And no one will have to guess,
Who it is that you are...
When you have confirmed the placement,
Of your forward moving steps.
Be to you true!
That is all you have to do.
And those pieces you seek to put together,
Will for you need no comparison done of substitutes.
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The Source Of Your Motivation
If you are not taking who you are seriously...
Why?
Are your expectations,
So high!
And why?
Do you shy away,
From critique!
If you are not taking who you are seriously...
Why?
Should I...
Be the subject,
Of your offensive comments...
Sent.
As if you do have a purpose meant.
And you say to me...
Not to expect others to feel the way I do.
And yet...
Disrespecting,
Has never been my objective!
And 'that' seems to be the source of your motivation.
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