Least of My Concerns
I am often associated with some affiliation of some kind.
'What faith are you?
What are your beliefs?
What religion do you practice?
And which group influences your mental outreach?
Are you Christian or Muslim?
Or both? '
HUH?
And when I reveal I do not read as much as I should,
That discredits their preconceived assumptions.
I have an identity embraced from my own point of view.
'Where do you get your ideas? '
Which ones?
'You know...
THOSE ideas? '
I don't understand.
Help me comprehend.
Ideas associated with thought and that process?
Which ones?
My acceptance of a Higher Intelligence,
That keeps me connected.
Or...
My ability to appear calm, cool and collected,
When someone 'disconnected'...
Assumes my quality of life,
Does not reflect a materialism...
They can focus into and respect?
Suppose I told you,
I am fully aware of my flaws and blemishes?
And chasing materialism and the affects of it,
Is the least of my concerns.
'That's what I'm asking.
Where do you get that?
You have such a knack for humor.
It is a blend of sarcasm AND cynicism.
How do you do that?
You're funny! '
Oh, I'm hysterical!
Literally.
I was declared out of my mind years ago.
AND...frankly,
With acknowledgement.
And, check this out...
Expressing my gratefulness to God on a daily basis.
For all of the gifts I've been given.
'You should do stand up comedy.
Seriously.
You are one funny dude! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Narrative Today
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
The ones with identity and not in fear,
Of upsetting others with a correct pretentiousness.
I would like to meet those who have minds connected,
To something else besides themselves.
Or flaws and blemishes of others.
Maybe it is my aging process I am dealing with.
I listen more intently to every word not to miss.
And it seems today I overhear many expressing nonsense.
I can not believe these minds are free.
And they have chosen to be empty of thought,
With a seriousness to talk about nothing but materialism...
Sex and drugs and who cheats on who with a doing of it,
Just to use newly advertised lubricants.
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
There 'has' to be other ears and eyes observing this to witness.
And maybe they are like I am...
Looking on from the sidelines but keeping their distance.
And I understand this perfectly.
But it would be nice to have it validated by more who do agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So another challenge for our generation is to create global institutions that reflect our ideas of fairness and responsibility, not the ideas that were the basis of the last stage of financial development over these recent years.
quote by Gordon Brown
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2010/06/18 Simile (Rev.)
I love ancient minds, the grandiose
thoughts of bygone tale-tellers, their
sense of awe, infusing all they saw
with supernatural significance and
deeper meaning
I share their cosmological delight in
a machine too vast for mankind to
penetrate or understand, reject their
helplessness and despair in a
mystifying universe
To succor my belief I NEED a kind
intelligence as creative origin of all that
exist, ideas of malevolence as creation
kills my spirit; though I cannot
breathe in materialism,
the thin, cold air of cynicism, nor feel
joy in small three-dimensional reality
I will not face over-powering tragedy
of an evil universe blindly grinding
its unfeeling millstone
If I am to live as a useful, pragmatic,
hard-working human being I need to
rest my mind in beautiful thoughts of
harmony, benevolence and rational
self-interest
I won’t be the toy of harsh, unfeeling
powers else I die of despair, I admire
loving intent of a Christ-dreamer using
ideas of Precession to create a simile
of deliverance
for a suffering humanity …
poem by Margaret Alice
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Your Ideas Of War
Your ideas of war and war heroes are your own and that's okay with me
But when you tell me war leads to peace with you I can't agree
Bad feelings between people who have been to war for years and years remain
In war as well as the needless loss of life friends you don't ever gain
Even for the so called winners of the war the price is huge to pay
And yet of war and rumours of war we read and hear of every day
Millions have died or have been injured in wars and in war only heartbreak
And far too many people fail to realize that war is a huge mistake
When you say that war is not a bad thing in that you are not alone
But let the one who is free of sin be the first to cast the stone
That you are entitled to your point of view with me is quite okay
Though I for one do not agree with what you have to say
Of war and your ideas on it which to all you like to make known
And though your ideas are different to mine like 'tis said to each their own.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Used As a Proposition
Quoting words from written verse,
Does not make one great in intelligence.
However,
It does prove one's capability to focus.
Those who marvel at others who can read from text,
In a process that recycles a pioneer's best.
May reveal a brighter light,
With a continuance based and built upon that subject.
But those who create with innovation,
Are the ones reduced to obscrurity.
Leaving those to insist,
They've taught themselves to feed.
And without the trees some will claim,
They can also breathe.
To ignore them daily and their complexities.
Without an expression of gratefulness given.
It is easier for one to thieve...
Metamorphically speaking.
In beliefs that a recognition can be used as a proposition...
Once a renovation of a foundation has been done.
To manifest an accepted regurgitation,
One is unable to full digest or comprehend the origin.
Yet is deserving of an expected merit,
For the changing of its original appearance.
But the basis from which it was laid,
Still stays.
Unchanged.
And taken for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ideas For Walls
So many things in my head, Ive always had them before
No reason to be upset, theyre just ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Like putting paint on my feet & walking sideways in rows
My walls could be so complete, complete with patterns of toes
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing the left side, right side, which is the right side
Now-ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
A little m for the mirror, a double u for the wall
To make things perfectly clear, a great big h in the hall
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Is everybody confused? (no) Im making no sense at all
You want a room with a view you need ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing inside, outside, outside, right side
Inside, outside, which is the right side
Now -- ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas
Theyre just ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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At Times I Have
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free...
After writing, I read...
What made me write that?
Where have I been to find that?
Where did that come to me from? It is better than me...
Shall we have been, in the world, at the most, pen and ink
With which somebody writes properly what we here jot?...
poem by Fernando Pessoa from The Collected Poems of Álvaro de Campos (1934)
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Human beings are accustomed to think of intellect as the power of having and controlling ideas and of ability to learn as synonymous with ability to have ideas. But learning by having ideas is really one of the rare and isolated events in nature.
quote by Edward Thorndike
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The link between ideas and action is rarely direct. There is almost always an intermediate step in which the idea is overcome. De Tocqueville points out that it is at times when passions start to govern human affairs that ideas are most obviously translated into political action. The translation of ideas into action is usually in the hands of people least likely to follow rational motives. Hence, it is that action is often the nemesis of ideas, and sometimes of the men who formulate them. One of the marks of the truly vigorous society is the ability to dispense with passion as a midwife of action - the ability to pass directly from thought to action.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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It's Kind of Funny
It's kind of funny how those who want life get it taken away,
while those who loathe it wander around.
Almost as if a waste.
It's kind of funny how those who try to do right get it spit back in their face.
The bad walk among us as if to be common people.
They, they get your respect.
It's kind of funny the people you love, they're usually the fall of you.
They say they're there for you but always somehow make you feel worthless.
It's kind of funny how everything can end so fast.
Everything can just disappear.
It's kind of funny how I wish I never met you.
I wish I could tell you.
I wish we could be.
And I wish that everything wasn't so funny and that everything could be what it is.
It's kind of funny how me and you,
we don't matter.
What I say and do will always be funny to you.
It's no longer funny.
poem by Elina Fields
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Too Connected To Humanity
Too connected to humanity,
To feel completely free.
Although I am committed,
To have my own peace of mind...
I still find I am happiest,
When near and close to those I love.
Too connected I am to those I care about.
Even those I see on a daily basis I don't know...
I give and show respect I don't in return get.
And yet,
I am not expecting it...
In wishes it to be given.
Too connected to humanity and accepting it.
With each moment lived to express gratefulness.
And to do that with the acknowledgement,
I can only be free to observe and learn.
Not be isolated with a freedom earned...
Yet to become upset,
Since my senses are not satisfied by my yearning...
To be held and touched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon The Quality Of Your Assumptions
Most of what you have mentioned to me,
I am not aware of at all.
It certainly conflicts,
With what I have come to understand.
'Surprised by that I am not.
You are amongst the many living a life,
Based upon the quality of your assumptions.
However...
I do acknowledge this.
Am I about to make attempts to convince you,
There are others ways you can validate...
Truth and its importance to achieve mental relief?
I could if I persisted,
By making to you recommendations.'
Oh?
Seriously?
No way!
'Way.'
How?
I've got to hear this.
I'm all ears.
'Well...
You could ask me directly first.
That's one way.
Or...
You could choose not to be so quick,
To repeat everything you hear...
Until you have gotten that information,
From the horse's mouth.'
You know...
I was told you say some crazy stuff.
Thanks for validating that.
I can't wait to tell others you told me,
That a horse knows more about you...
Than I already know!
Yep!
What I've heard about you is correct.
You are totally out of your mind.
You're nuts.
'I appreciate that.
And coming from you...
I regard that as a compliment.'
**You could choose not to be so quick,
To repeat everything you hear...
Until you have gotten that information,
From the horse's mouth.**
You don't know how hysterical you are.
Funny and sad at the same time.
'Trust me...
I do.
I know I have my issues.
But this too shall pass.'
Stop it. Stop it.
I am about to laugh in your face.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Funny That Way
i trusted her with my secret but she had to tell
she asked him the question i feared
and now my life is complete
life's funny that way
now and then unentertainable ideas come along
and then good things happen
my mommy fell asleep when she had me
and now i have no parents but i'm alive arent i
lifes funny that way
now and then unentertainable ideas come along
and good things happen
mommy didnt know daddy
but after an hour of time together
i was made.
and now daddy doesnt want me
lifes funny that way
poem by Adriana O'Connor
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Erodes In Substance And Diminishes In Value
When the physicality of things seen,
Determines a respect given to another...
As a means that expresses one's point of view,
About a life lived and the quality of it...
Is also the determining factor,
Why many can not see a way of life...
Trapped by insights limited to materialism,
Erodes in substance and diminishes in value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aging
Isn't it funny,
isn't it strange,
what happens to people
as they all age.
For myself I have noticed
that on the inside
my character's better
and so is my mind.
I love to read books,
learn new ideas.
I've taken up hobbies
in my late years.
But my eyesight is failing,
my hearing is weak,
which is sad as it's now
that my need of them's peaked.
To look on the bright side
I suppose it's a blessing,
for I don't see my wrinkles
when I am dressing.
As for the housework,
dusting and mopping.
I can't see the dirt
So I just go out shopping!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Poem Composed On The Toilet
what great gifts may come
from but a brief sit down
ideas illuminating are not
bound in time and space
limited to places of import
or limited to auspicious occasions
ideas are conceived even in
stolen moments insignificant spaces
no this poem was got you not
composed on the needed toilet
process of attending to details
dots required mental facilities
a classical statute the thinker
an example of muddled thought
boxing through aged difficulties
toilet was red herring time out
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Power of Ideas
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They are the hidden treasures which lies
Deep within each and everyone of us
When we take the time to mind them we will find
That they are more precious than diamonds
Ideas which may seem insignificant
Has tremendous power within them
They are the genesis the initiation the foundation
Of all invention and everything which
Is created by humankind
The power of ideas are immeasurable
They have got the power to move mountains
To overcome any obstacle and to make
The seemingly impossible possible
Ideas are the levers which moves and the axis
On which the world revolves
The power of ideas are immeasurable
The power of ideas...
poem by Anthony Shurland Phillander
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These are ideas. I could say that they just came to me, but it would be more accurate to say that I went to them. Ideas - and new connections between ideas - lead you away from commonly held perceptions of reality. Ideas lead you out here. Ideas lead you into the darkness.
Ideas must be put to the test. That's why we make things, otherwise they would be no more than ideas. There is often a huge difference between an idea and its realisation. I've had what I thought were great ideas that just didn't work.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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Amused By It Too
Underestimating me,
Isn't the worse thing you've ever done.
I think the worse thing you've ever done,
Was to assume...
I was not aware of you doing it.
And assumptions that are not researched,
Can be damaging to those who do it!
Especially when the ones who do this,
Choose consciously to do this for fun...
With attempts to undo what they've done.
But I wouldn't worry about that if I were you.
Since I was amused by it too!
I just hope my sense of humor,
You will come to find as amusing as I do.
With a laughter others interpret as contagious.
'Seriously.
I am sorry what I did ruined your life! '
LOL.
Stop it.
LOL.
Stop it.
You should do stand up comedy.
LOL.
You are too funny!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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