Lazy and Dazed
People want to get paid.
But do not want to invest...
Their time,
Or patience.
Or a discipline that is stressed.
They want their temptations fed,
With embellished sweetened treats.
They prefer not to sweat at all...
Even if it means,
An opportunity is there within their reach!
They will stay lazy and dazed,
By their own delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
Slime Crawlers
Obsessed with correctness,
And images sublime to define themselves.
Yet their quality of life is beset by decadence.
Although they would prefer to be discreet...
Any secrets revealed are quickly thrown to the streets.
And received well by the gossipers!
Embellishing what they hear...
As if given sweetened treats.
'Ssshhh...
Come here.
You will not believe what I heard...'
While those obsessed with correctness...
Are known to deliver their pretensions,
Complete with a squeaky clean image...
And intellectually delivered speech.
Some are teachers.
Politicians.
Lawyers, doctors, preachers...
Close family members, acquaintances
Associates and close friends.
But often those obsessed with correctness...
Are the first to beg forgiveness,
From hidden sins they've enjoyed...
Once they have been detected!
However...
Not voluntarily professed,
Of course!
These slime crawlers,
Prefer to masquerade their temptations.
Afraid to expose their attraction for gutters...
And low life visited,
With agendas that are uniquely scheduled.
When not tampered or caught off guard.
Eventually to reform with authored books...
Explanations, talk show appearances.
And God's mercy for years spent,
In selfish deception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mask Of Future
Dreams weren’t farfetched for me
Life wasn’t bad for me
I got everything I wanted,
Power and ability, and even opportunity
But I ignored something unknown.
I got an opportunity,
But I did not complete my wish.
I did not misuse my opportunity,
But this world has a sequence.
A flow which we all follow
Something I failed to do.
I used my powers at the wrong time.
I stepped into higher steps ignoring the lower ones.
But I failed to realize something,
I failed to realize that everything required a basement.
A basement on which it can stand.
A power on which it can function.
I ignored the lower aspects of my life,
I went for the larger ones and accomplished them with ease
But there were two things in the lower steps.
Two things that I ignored.
Time and patience.
I ignored the aspect of time, and looked into the future.
I lacked patience and was eager to reach the future.
But I failed to realize that the future did not exist.
We can never reach our future.
For, when we reach it, it becomes the present.
I failed to realize that the future is yet another present,
A present which I always ignored.
I failed to realize that we can control only our present.
Use the present wisely, and the future will follow up.
I failed to see the hidden mask of future.
A mask, if opened, showed that the future is just another present.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Pastimes
Fixed in place to market escapes,
And entertain with distractions.
Pastimes divert to deviate numbed minds.
Collective mindsets daydream of holidays.
Days off and vacations with pay.
Await patiently to negotiate opportunities,
To become officially lazy and approved.
Pastimes are expensive to initiate.
And advocate dysfunctions of all kinds.
Especially thjose feeling entitled,
To disrespect, neglect, stay lazy and get paid.
Pastimes dedicated to waste,
And have quickly replaced discipline...
Have to come to an end.
Statistics have already proven them to be,
Too costly of an investment with no dividends coming in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two poles
Perfection means waste of time.
The end orientated ones mean jeopardy.
Discipline means loss of freedom.
Freedom means anarchy.
People are beset with these.
08.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I was a Child
I was not the one
Who killed my father
I was quite young
When he died.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
They say he loved me
Willed me grow great
He played with me
We sang in the eves.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
We hoped for brightness
And for tomorrow
Then he slumped
To breathe his last.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Dirge for me I pray
Papa lives no longer
Beady salt water drops
From my sockets.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Things happened fast
Leaving me stunned
I racked my brain
I rack it still.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I cling onto mama
Perhaps she'll keep
Will console me well
For days gone by.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I search her eyes
To find some faith
She must stay here
Ever at my side.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
She too escapes
Abandons me quick
I am raw and untaught
I have learned no trade.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
My father's brothers
Like not my face
Gang together, they say
We must squelch him.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
He must not be great
Like his father
How he struts
Like the old block!
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
This chip will be a cyber
If we lag and tarry
Hound him like the jackal
Aim at his blood.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I run fast and scurrily
I fain would live
Great to be like papa
Greater even than he.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Now I am a man
I truly can know
I am not too dazed
Even to think.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
poem by Samuel Munachim
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Insecurities Not Faced
I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.
Insecurities not faced,
And protected to defend...
Will not become my reason to feel,
I need to walk softly on eggshells...
Around those with emotions,
Hidden like children to prevent their tantrums.
I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.
I try to stay away,
From those who thrive on delusions...
As a means to keep realities defeated.
I'd rather be around those who tell it like it is.
Than to hear from those who gossip about...
Who said what to someone else,
That offended and left them in tears.
It has been many aging years since I had been a kid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Time To Find
People say they have no time to find,
To exercise their bodies or bring a peace...
To their minds.
But they do seem to schedule a time,
To eat.
Be lazy,
And procrastinate.
Hate people do,
The obedience of discipline.
But claims to maintain a faith...
For the right things to do.
And for them to begin.
Hate people do,
Those who sacrifice and succeed.
With a critiquing done of them openly...
To keep their insecurities,
And condoned weaknesses defended...
To continue doing what they please.
People say they have no time to find,
To exercise their bodies or bring a peace...
To their minds.
But they do seem to schedule a time,
To eat.
Be lazy,
And procrastinate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Like This Will And Can Victimize
If someone believes,
They can do as they please...
Including be disrespectful,
With a negligence?
And others they have known,
'Had' accepted them for this?
But the more this is shown,
Many have grown tired of it!
And from them have flown away.
If you know anyone who fits,
This appropriate description...
Split or they will make you sick.
Especially when you get caught up in,
This web that begins to spin.
No need to get upset by them...
Those people who believe,
They can do as they please.
However...
Know them to be usually the youngest born,
If not the only child.
And the signs of who they are...
Are not easily detected.
They are generally protected,
By exaggerations embellished...
With their time spent practicing delusions.
Instead of attaching their minds to truth.
But...
When they do become 'suspected',
By a pattern that is set...
Do not around them stay!
They will convince others you are out of 'your' mind,
For descovering something to be wrong with them.
And...
This will happen!
Since people like this will and can victimize.
With gentle voices and innocent eyes.
Like a deceiving child trapped in an adult body!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deviant Ways
How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.
What is it about me you despise publicly,
In other's eyes?
Yet privately delight to sweat,
In my arms under 'my' sheets.
With a begging of me not to let you go?
And you wish others to believe this...
To keep me from them distanced?
You wish me your private 'piece'?
But discreetly you seek,
From ME loyalty?
For FREE?
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
Why should I tolerate that nonsense,
These days.
I am not your secret trash to used,
To scratch your rash.
So you can hit it and dash as you please.
Since you want to continue to give me 'shade' in public.
And expect me to keep silent about your 'kinkiness'.
There is going to be mutual dividends to this.
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am 'paid'!
A 'P' with lots of 'AID'!
If you are expecting me to protect,
Your deviant ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
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Patience
Patience
Some say it is a virtue,
others might see it as a sin.
Patience
Means waiting for a key to a door,
that holds treasures locked within.
Patience
Means despair at every corner,
and rejections from left to right.
So is patience,
a virtue or a sin.
I will let you decide
which category it should fall in.
poem by David Harris
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Never Will You Be Forgotten
Just because I have welcomed you,
Into my home.
And I have showered you with hospitality...
You do not have my permission,
To re-arrange my furnishings.
'I thought what I did,
Would make you feel more comfortable! '
I don't want you to have the belief,
You can even repeat what you just said!
Soon...
You will be leaving.
Quickly is my wish.
And soon thereafter when that's done...
Reflect upon my last comments to you.
~There is something that has loosened in your head.
And don't argue with anyone about this.
Invest as much time as you can...
With a 'paid' psychiatrist.
Someone to help rid you from your delusions.
I hope my comments will be helpful? ~
'All you had to say...
Is that you didn't like what I did.
You don't have to get nasty about it? '
This too shall pass.
Trust me.
Keep the faith.
'You don't have to worry about me,
'Ever' coming back here again! '
You will be missed.
But never will you be forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Patience Rewards
Have patience, Man, Woman-success is nigh;
'Tis time, defeat is vanquished, forever;
No more can failures make us slowly die;
The God of love, forsakes us not, Never.
Our labor's fruits have grown big and are ripe;
'Tis time to harvest and enjoy them now;
Our forehead's sweat, no more, we need to wipe;
Let’s genuflect, thank God while our heads bow.
Who says this world is full of only woes?
A lazy man can't reap success in life;
Postponement, hopelessness are our main foes;
Our earthly-life has challenges and strife.
As every storm and gale in life must end;
More patience pays us richer dividend.
poem by John Celes
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Naughty Bought
They were taught,
They ought to learn.
To invest in a consciousness...
Valued and earned.
To be self respecting.
And reject temptations yearned.
But being naughty bought them,
Into the spotlight.
And they sought attention!
They could not be swayed away,
Or from it turn.
And that is why...
They choose to expose breast, nipples and thighs,
For fun!
Realizing they are paid when they are done.
In places where urges stray!
And 'hopefully' there are no priests...
OR satisfied nuns,
In the the darkness getting 'some'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Investments
Who is paying the price for the debt we rack up?
We all do.
Time is the currency of life.
Invest your time in what you want to grow.
When you invest money, you make more money.
If you invest in war, then you will have many battles.
If you invest in hatred, then hatred shall multiply.
If you invest in love then love will grow.
Every investment is a risk
If you do not risk, then you do not see your investment grow.
Nobody is broke,
But we are all broken.
You can only spend each second once.
Once it is all spent, we leave our inheritance to our children.
What do I want to leave to my children?
For the sake of themselves and their children?
If we invest in love,
We invest in our children.
We are responsible for our own bank accounts,
But also for theirs.
They will learn how to invest from us.
Love is the greatest risk.
But it offers the greatest of rewards.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Patience
Patience is a virtue.
You'll need it to stay true.
Whenever you are feeling blue.
Faith, and patience will always pull you through.
Though at times it may seem bleak,
and hope is very weak.
Be patient and you'll find what you now seek.
Love is patience which you really need.
Push too hard and good will leave.
The patient man will take the lead.
Rewarded well for this virtious seed.
With which he grew and paid his dues.
The impatient man will always lose.
So wait your turn, ignore the burn.
With patience now you'll not be spurned.
poem by Michael McParland
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Because of Their Standards, Values and Interests
You see them?
They are the ones...
The very same people,
Who declared themselves victims...
Of enemies.
And those enemies obstructed,
Their progress and efforts made.
With frustrations that prevented...
Benefits they struggled to get,
For all of the people they represented.
They were supported.
And believed.
You see them?
They are the same folks,
Who knowingly backed themselves into a hole.
With the selling of false goods.
To reveal themselves less than angels.
And adorned with tainted halos.
And in disbelief...
They were comforted by those unconscious.
Who further supported them.
Even stronger.
You see them?
They are the ones,
Who declared they had enemies.
Backed themselves into hole.
Exposed themselves as less than angels.
Fed their greed exclusively.
And in discreet secretly...
Deceived.
And now with heads bowed,
They make public appearances to profess...
Unity is needed and must be addressed.
Since those enemies declared they claimed,
Are preparing to make announcements...
That financial arrangements,
With loans made that must be paid.
Has extended the patience of their 'enemies'.
And those 'enemies' could care less,
What charades played in masquerade...
Is in need of more time,
For a promised kept silence...
To ease unwarranted stress.
Because of their standards, values and interests,
Those less than honest...
Are about to lose even their decadence.
And they are hoping their 'enemies'
Show them more respect...
Than they have shown.
A marketing of decadence...
They confess is a creation they own.
With no discipline to invest,
In the correction of this themselves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Problems
I really have no problems except those I have made.
My ego and desires light fires that must be paid…
Paid with lost opportunities and forgotten friends,
All due to my own faults and refusals of amends.
The time I take to blame the world I could well invest,
Solving problems of others to bring out their very best.
In doing so I surely know of what reward I’d be paid...
Resolution of painful problems I myself have made.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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