Knowing Little About The 'Art' of Work
First it was stated,
He lacked the experience.
Although the people had confidence in him.
And he became President.
Now the losers declare,
He has too much on his plate.
Too much at once for him to contemplate.
Although he is able to do that...
With more chores in store.
They can not keep up with his effective pace!
With complaints.
But no one has said he is incompetent.
And they wonder how he does it.
As they sit,
Like most lazy couch potatoes do.
Fuming and giving lip service,
About how things should be done.
Yet doing nothing themselves,
As is their custom and way of life to bicker,
And feed on snacks to entertain assorted whims.
Knowing little about the 'art' of work!
And how that is applied to accomplishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Lazy People
Lazy is as lazy does,
Which is do nothing really,
Coz Lazy is as always does,
Make us do nothing freely.
Lazy people are no crazy people.
Lazy people are truly smart people.
Fast tricks, short fix type of people.
So Lazy has it's good and bad,
Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.
We have our lazy days,
We have our lazy ways.
Do you qualify the breed?
Bring your eyes to feed,
On lazy poems, read.
My Service to This Country
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
In the military,
I experienced true friendship.
Strict discipline.
And was taught 'why' and reasons,
I should and must respect.
The men and women from all walks of life,
Were dedicated and loyal.
And all could trust what was done,
Was to benefit the cause...
Of what was correct and upright!
Those without this experience,
Seem to be superficial, selfish.
Lacking a self respect and/or common sense.
And the military is the only institution,
Where young people grow...
Acquiring a maturity not on the common man bestowed.
And those who treat the ones of military experience...
As people who protect their interests,
And then can easily dispose.
Make foolish judgements based on temptations and whims.
And their insecurities are taken for granted!
And this clearly shows.
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
And glad upon my life,
This has been bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You would have to say his number one accomplishment has been to inspire a sense of confidence in the country. That confidence, that optimism, not only gives President Obama a political cushion, but it could have a real world economic impact.
quote by George Stephanopoulos
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Inactivity Created
Lazy.
A feast of ignorance,
Has fed them well.
Lazy.
Delusionists speak of their triumphs.
Glorify in imaginations.
Party in their sweat.
Yet few work...
To where they need to get!
Lazy.
Creatures seeking credentials.
But absent of common sense.
Lazy.
Exhausted from thoughts!
With no intent meant.
Lazy.
Approached to verify all they claim.
And when there is nothing there...
They play the blame game.
Accusing some of being 'lucky' in life...
And every excuse they use is lame.
Lazy.
They watch a way of life diminish.
Lazy.
They wish their fantasies replenished.
Lazy.
But when a working ethic isn't there to be done,
They point a finger at everyone.
And more like them are relieved...
So many like them believe,
If it had not been for someone else...
Success they too could achieve.
But those who bust their butts can see...
These folks appreciate,
Only another pretention they can make!
And taking time to waste.
But don't call them...
Lazy.
That's a word they hate!
But keep dates with it to salivate...
An inactivity created!
There is no debate,
To contemplate this observation.
They are without hesitation of doubt...
Lazy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Olympics and Life
The Olympics is a reflection of life
as it has it's winners and losers
one minute your on a high
the next you can get knocked down.
If you want to achieve your dream
it will come through hard work
as the more you put in to it
the greater the rewards will be.
Sometimes you get just one chance
a Golden opportunity to succeed
but if your not ready it can slip away
someone else can take it from your grasp.
In Sport nothing is handed on a plate
lots of blood, sweat, and tears, along the way,
and in life it can be just the same
but you just have to keep on going.
But some people get tired and give up
when victory can be just around the corner
it don't matter how many times you fall down
just as long as you always get back up.
So life is a Marathon and not a sprint
with many hurdles and obstacles to get over
but if you keep going at a steady pace
you'll get to the finishing line in the end!
poem by Kevin Halls
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Keep Your Life Sweetened
You've been sent assorted messages.
And told what would exist.
But you prayed faithfully...
To keep your life sweetened.
With a continuance of your splurging...
Of those chocolate caramel filled bite sized nips.
You know,
The ones you screamed yourself into a fit.
And abusively tormented the clerk at the store...
The one who stated they had no more.
And gone through their supply of it!
Remember when you went ballistic.
And you didn't want to hear any more of it?
And they were just chocolate caramel filled bite sized nips.
But you are not the only one,
Whose comfort zone is limited.
No you're not the only one...
Whose world is much smaller,
Than the one that is!
You've been sent assorted messages.
And told what would exist.
But you prayed faithfully...
To keep your life sweetened.
With a continuance of your splurging...
Of those chocolate caramel filled bite sized nips.
And speak of others with bitterness.
Those who finance your every greed!
Whether you regard them as 'socialist'
Or 'communist'...
Your 'capitalistic' needs they feed!
Including the pettiness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unified Comprehension
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
The kind that comes to stay.
Unseasonal.
Traumatic.
Like the kind of change,
One suffers through...
When going to school for the first time.
The kind that breaks and shakes,
Like an Earthquake.
A shocker that roars in like a tsunami.
To leave folks stunned.
With no where to run....
But endure.
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
That's for sure.
With one exception!
Very few will be asked,
To debate the quality of it.
And no one will be exempted.
Total, complete and thorough...
Will be the experience.
Many will welcome it.
While others will be heard complaining,
As they sweep to keep up...
With assigned chores.
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
The kind that motivates,
With an understood dictation.
'That sounds like 'socialism'?
I doubt if there will be any sounds at all!
However...
There will be a unified comprehension.
Descending from the Oval Office.
President Obama,
Intends we all become familiar...
With the concept of pride!
He plays not upon our delusions.
But we will manifest his vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unconsciously Convinced
Now that they have completely destroyed themselves,
And others...
With every conceivable deception used,
They have returned upon the scene with fresh deceptions...
To declare themselves innocent for making mistakes,
Consciously and foolishly made to be forgiven for them.
They have stated those same mistakes,
They will 'try' not to make again unnecessarily.
And those who had endured through their sufferings,
Have been unconsciously convinced...
The same incompetent people,
Will deliver them from their miseries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You have work and you love it...
Charming mornings? Not any more.
Waking up to a day, lazy and bore!
Di, you spoilt your lil bro, but no complaints
Coz
You have got work, and you love it!
The phone blinks no more,
Browsing as insane, nothing in store,
Anxious but happy
If
You have got work, and you love it!
No more games to play,
No greetings to hear and say,
Jittery, but getting along well,
When
You have got work, and you love it!
Unsettling routine,
Nothing like, how it should have been,
Questions crossing my mind
Why
You have got work, and you love it!
Excitement is all gone,
The day just creeps on,
Job looks mammoth and unending,
But
You have got work and you love it!
Meal times go un-noticed
All of a sudden, look what you did,
Unique are your ways, I wonder,
How
You have got work and you love it!
At times, life makes you helpless,
Greed grows, and more is less,
So I'll make sure I get used to this
Now
You have got work and you love it!
While this happens, something struck my mind,
Whatsoever, you are girl of a kind,
This is what I want you to do,
Good, that
You have got work and you love it!
poem by Bimal Koul
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Confused
'Mrs. Poppington...
If they are derelict in performing their duties
As elected officials
And they represent their contituents,
Who placed them in office
To conduct the protection
And goodwill of the people...
Why are nearly most of them incompetent?
And all of them lawbreakers? '
They are 'not' incompetent, Jimmie!
As you stated...
They represent their contituency!
They reflect those who put them in those positions!
And...
Let me make this clear.
You can not 'break' something you make.
It is 'recreated' to reflect change!
That's called 'addendum'.
'OH!
So...
Does that mean when you tell us not to cheat
On tests,
You really mean the opposite?
You want us to find a more creative way to do it?
And it's okay when Billy 'addendumizes' my work,
When you leave the classroom?
I'm confused! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Merienda
I'd like to tell you about a friend
Who goes about selling snacks
She walks alone from Monday to weekend
From the subdivision gate and back.
This friend is a hardworking Mother
On whom a lazy husband depends on
We're of the same age but she is quite stronger
Has a tray on her head and a bag she drags on.
She comes in the afternoon just around three
And I called her the nickame 'Merienda'
It's the Spanish word for snacks specially
Covers the sweets, rice cakes, and the pasta.
Merienda has all of my utmost respect
For she does an honest way of earning
She works in the only way she can expect
To live life with dignity, instead of begging.
If people in the world like her are multiplied
I am sure none will be treading Poverty's line
One can work simply and be thus satisfied
There's no time to blame, complain, or whine.
------
'Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life,
to mind your own business and to work with your hands
so that you will not be dependent on anybody
and you will win the respect of those who do not believe.'
1 Thessalonians 4: 11- 12
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Kind Of 'Labor' Most Enjoyed
I am not a rocket scientist.
But with the aid of observation,
I can tell you this...
Making things look easy to do,
Has a way of creating lazy people.
Often I've heard it said by others,
'They do what 'they' do because it is loved...
And easy.
Anybody can do that.
They don't have to work...
Like I do.'
And I have been in positions to 'see' that 'work'!
A blinded trained Seal could have produced much better.
This is not an exaggeration.
More folks sit back to procrastinate,
Than to get things done.
Not only discipline is missing.
People are just not accustomed to dedication.
Unless...
They are dedicated to the wasting of time.
And 'getting-down-and-funky' over a three day weekend,
Best expresses that devotion to the kind of 'labor' most enjoyed.
To be followed by a Monday of complaints,
And expected pay.
For doing absolutely nothing until the middle of the week.
And me?
I could never find this acceptable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beans and Potatoes
Seventeen years on the graveyard shift
Retetitive work leaves her hands in pain
Swollen are her feet, fifty hours a week
leaves her body drained
Week to week pays of nothing more than minimum wage
Making ends meet is a constant strain
Beans and potatoes
All she has to show for her pain
A cigarette on her midnight break
As every muscle continues to ache
Knowing when arriving home her work is never done....
Wake the kids, rush them to school
Only then the real work has begun.
Grabs her pail to tend the garden crop
In the Kentucky mud, only the best potatoes she will shop
Put the beans on the stove, peel the potatoes,
Feed the children, tuck them into bed
Only then her work will stop
Every hour spent in the garden, and on the hard concrete factory floor
Every miracle made with the monthly bills
Are moments closer to lives her children will never endure
No money saved for a rainy day, nor money for college
Only by example she can lead, so each child knows
To want more out of their lives than beans and potatoes
poem by Carl Leiland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Everything And Everyone
She's never afraid of what her past had might become
Alone in her lazy time in-between a thought that ends with loss
Her life is spent searching for the next
An answer a question never asked
Everything and everyone finds their time
Everything and everyone writes their line
But it seems hard now things work out in time
She lacks self pride her lazy time
Never once identified her lonely nights
Spending days alone but through the phone
She waits for a voice to calm her name
Then takes a drink says it makes me sane
She lives through a dream she once called fate
Then finds herself alone to contemplate
Everything and everyone finds their time
Everything and everyone writes their line
But it seems hard now things work out in time
song performed by by Near Miss from The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Firms need to ensure that their ability to provide effective customer service keeps pace with their growth. If you're marketing your firm to new customers, you better be able to provide them service when they do business with you.
quote by Arthur Levitt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Those Lips Poked Out
Today I declare mine.
No complaint will I find...
Or spend my time whining.
Today I declare mine.
And the rays of Sun,
Will shine on me.
And I will smile all day,
Happily.
And today I declare,
I am fine as can be.
Unaccepted is the frowning,
From those lips poked out people...
Who are not going to upset or bother me.
I declare war against those who are sore losers.
Those who have chosen to see themselves miserable...
Enjoying defeat and pity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In This Hour Now That Is
In this hour now that is,
You can have that peace of mind.
There is no need to carry a weight.
Or contemplate a cause or need,
To put this off until a later time.
What cost do you pay,
Delaying this to say your life is at a loss?
When you can celebrate,
An appreciation...
To fill your cup!
Eat what is on your plate.
From a buffet selected.
Why wait?
Only you know what cravings are nourished,
When your appetite satiates to flourish.
In this hour now that is,
You can have that peace of mind.
There is no need to carry a weight.
Or contemplate a cause or need,
To put this off until later!
When you can feed that need that pleases...
In this hour now that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Nearly None of It Has Been Applied
They were the ones who did not want to know anything.
They chose to be down to Earth.
Not trying to be too involved...
Or considered too concerned.
Not about 'worldly' things,
That is.
There is a comfort supplied in the not knowing of things!
Now they want to know what is going on?
And why things are the way they are.
And when are 'they' going to correct 'their' problems! ?
For them!
The ones who are satisfied in the not knowing of things!
You try to find answers for people like this!
But how can that be done...
When they've dismissed,
All opportunity...
To see things from an adult point of view!
But who knew they had no examples?
And they can not be criticized,
For quoting scriptures they've learned.
But like most things that they have learned...
Nearly none of it has been applied to their lives.
'Those people do that!
We don't do that.'
And all remain as ignorant as possible.
Since that is where they find their comforts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Girl Next Door
White girl living in the big city
In a big apartment house
She's living with her boyfriend now
She drives off every day for school and work
She washes dishes now
And watches tv on the pull out couch
But every day's the same x2
And every day's the same x5
White girl moved back to the suburbs
And she finally found a man
Who knows how to take care of her
She bought the perfect little house
And the lawn's well manicured
And she'd never missed a day of work
And every day's the same x7
White girl couldn't go on knowing
She was just here wasting her time
She drowned in the lake last night
They found her bloated body floating
But she still walks around
Performing all her daily chores
She still don't know what life's about
She still don't know what life's about
Cause every day's the same
And every day's the same x6
song performed by by Blink 182
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!