Let's Set This Record Straight
Let's set this record straight!
Your foundations...
Structured with tainted funds!
And on the backs of those you allowed to suffer...
In the midst of your deceit and thirst for greed,
Has never attracted me.
That is why I have kept my appearances limited.
And as far away as possible!
I am not after a position as your doorman.
To clown or jester with your nouveau riche friends.
Some recently recovering from negrophobia!
Others who believe you have prestige,
To bestow upon them?
Is fine!
That just ain't me!
I do not object to anyone's ignorance.
Whether temporarily applied or not!
Nor do I needlessly need to stand in line,
To receive that kind of acknowledgement!
Especially from a known oppressor of my attempts,
To live my life without approved limitations!
Nor smiling like I am the master's boot shiner,
Do you get from me.
I have too long addressed my own identity...
With little assistance,
And regretful heckling from my own kin.
Also absent of consciousness.
This is reality!
Not an ex-slave speaking from the grave!
Or an ancestor spirited,
From under some suburban subdivision!
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Nouveau Riche
I’d rather be a nouveau riche
than some impoverished veteran.
I’m looking for a nouveau niche
that’s hopefully a better ’un
than that which I now occupy,
without resources that the rich
have, whether old or nouveau––I
don’t really think it matters which.
Too long I’ve been a nouveau poor.
It isn’t fun, you don’t get used
to poverty, the only cure
that gives my poverty a boost
is taking out new credit cards
that have a pleasing plastic glow,
ignoring all the crass canards
I hear from those to whom I owe
a fortune. They must know I won’t
repay them––can’t when nouveau poor!
Repayment cannot be my wont
till I have nouveau riche allure
to help me keep up with expenses,
impoverished by nouveau schemes.
Till creditors come to their senses
I can’t fulfill my nouveau dreams,
a man who, though a nouveau poor,
would rather he were nouveau riche,
though unrealistic, to be sure,
more real than those men who eat quiche.
12/27/99,3/30/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Mini Kingdoms Within a State That Bragged
Reality comes to hit hard,
Munipalities.
Treated and acting as if,
Mini kingdoms within a state that bragged...
About an affluence,
Long ago lived...
In a 'we are the richest' state there is.
From a past wished now to continue.
A collective mindset does not exist.
Cities allowed homelessness and hunger,
To persist on the backs of low paid wagers.
The 'haves' have always accused the 'have nots'...
Of being shiftless and lazy.
When jobs from them were taken and not given.
As those who were rich,
Separated themselves in suburban divisions.
Now they find dimes to spend are few.
Minds invested in their futures...
Were incompetently limited, hidden and subdued.
Those outcast and ostracized,
Were slandered and defamed and criticized...
For an outspokenness that addressed deceit and lies.
The rich and the poor now see eye to eye.
But a bigotry does not feed...
Upon an ignorance fed to breed superficiality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy To Ignore Those Who Do Not Have A Clue
Some years ago,
I was told by someone...
Lacking 'self' consciousness,
That my adding an 'S' to my name...
Did nothing for my own identity!
As if 'they' had annointed me with awareness.
And they had a backyard that was weed free!
Not only did I have 'identity'...
I knew every aspect of 'who' I was.
Still do!
And 'who' I was meant on Earth to be.
Unconfused and clear...
I did not express my best by seeking approval.
If it came...
That was fine.
But I was also fine without it!
I seek life to live it.
Not to become confined in restrictions and limits.
Why is it that some people believe,
They can live someone's life...
Better than the one,
Who has proven they have no problem...
Doing that on their own?
And happy to ignore those,
Who do not have a clue...
What it is they should do while in the midst,
Of pretending every movement they do fits.
And excusing their own embarrassments.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Nouveau Riche
They seem to herald,
Every reason conceived to be narrow.
Those nouveau riche.
Reaching heights as stuck ups,
With bragging and branding rights.
And exaggerated struts,
That appear to have their rears corked up!
They seem to wish to convince,
The ones who are 'have nots'...
And penniless,
Of something they have got.
A snob appeal they can flaunt and drop.
As if making appearances,
To quick sniff the air...
Makes others aware with a staring,
That they are there to show...
Those who are 'hopefully' jealous,
How to impress and get that addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Time...All Of It Will Be Corrected
You see me as a reflective representation,
Of my choice of environment.
And your judgements passed on me,
Through the use of your limitations...
Has led to your distorted beliefs,
And what you perceive...
My acquired abilities to be.
Unfortunately,
Your degree of ignorance...
Stands in your way not mine.
I had too many experiences,
In a limited period of time.
And I have learned by great teachers,
Who brought to my attention...
'Never be the one making attempts to impress.
Be the one to remember,
How and who has addressed you...
With a showing of their respect.
And the rest to you will be revealed.
And in time...
All of it will be corrected.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suited In Demon Evils
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
Anyone,
That is...
Except for those limited with addictions,
Of self indulgence and the restricted belief...
Enemies are on their doorsteps!
And more come to put an end to their own theft!
That has been their only fear.
Their main regret!
And now...
That has been exposed.
In a magnitude that has been amplified!
In a step by step dismantling,
Of a deeply hidden and discreeted deceit!
And completed by one,
Who splurges on high fashion.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
To be addressed.
Like nothing ever seen before.
Or has never been before like this addressed...
To impress upon imaginations stunned by the reality,
Of those who are down low and dirty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Executive of Correctness
Most of the time,
It is neither okay or fine...
To anoint oneself,
The executive of correctness.
I know!
I've tried this and failed.
On many occasion.
And I use 'this' format...
To admit to this foolishness.
To exert a 'perceived' power,
One desires to be exclusively meant...
In a public display mentioned,
Is at best...
A sign of an ego that is absent,
Of collective participation.
What will it take,
For a people inconsiderate...
To place as a priority,
Forgiveness on their agenda?
With a loving of another done...
That welcomes the differences of everyone?
And...
To let go and let live...
What 'Is'!
With the acknowledgement,
That this is the intention of God!
And without question,
The only 'One' there is in position,
To make effective decisions.
Without the assistance of those who believe,
The Almighty awaits their recommendations...
From memos received!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have I Been That Crazed
Only those who have become fed up with ignorance,
Are they who first to make attempts to quench their thirst...
With a feeding that begins to attract them to wisdom.
And in this doing,
Which becomes for them an endless journey...
They begin to recognize,
Just how ignorant they've allowed themselves to be.
With all there is to witness and learn.
Disbelieving how quickly they were convinced,
To settle for mental limits.
With 'all' there is connected to possibilities,
That have yet to be reflected on imaginations.
An acknowledgement snaps,
Like the sound of a cracking whip...
'How is it that anyone can accept to being fenced in?
Have I been that crazed? '
~I'm sorry.
Was that a statement made of your final self analysis? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity of a person
Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
How does a person identify with identity?
You define yourself based on what?
They say, they say
You’re kind or moral based on what?
Or
You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?
Or
You make the perfect lover, look for no other
They say, they say
You’re strong without a thought it may not last long
Or
You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills
Or
You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi
Or
You never give up because right now you are on top
They say, they say
You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious
Or
You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived
What are the facts?
That makes your identity intact
When change on identity has the last impact?
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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Like Any Quota Doter Does
When I actively applied,
For that I know I am experienced!
I was deemed not qualified.
With a look from someone,
To kill my pride.
And since I'm not the kind,
To wonder 'why' I've been denied...
I cast that aside,
That which tries to prevent my stride.
In a blocking of my forward movement.
Few who knew that,
Know today that has been proven.
Folks are hired to cast dark shadows,
All over the place.
That's what they do!
And competent at it too.
Since I am not seeking assistance,
To live my life to make attempts!
I live my life making attempts to assist.
That's it!
That's what I do!
And 'if' someone decides I'm not qualified to do it...
I'm sure they've been assigned to do a job!
Like any quota doter does doing what they do.
I've been assigned to fulfill a mission.
There is more than a slight difference.
And to give precious time away,
To devote in discussion with those of small minds...
The vastness of the canvas
Is not my task to introduce.
I'm here to do!
Not argue in defense of my abilities to connect the dots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confined and Limited
As long as the affects
Would damage their ethnic heritage...
They were allowed,
To degrade and disrespect themselves.
In glorious decadence...
An intelligence dismisses.
For marketing and entertainment value.
Connecting temptation and lust...
With pride to maintain their ignorance.
Trusting in a deceptive acceptance!
They praised the spreading of their own craze!
And those that used them would pocket.
No one wished to stop it...
Since these images were worshipped as symbolic.
Like alcoholics on a binge...
They passed along these priorities onto their children.
For fortune and fame!
And certain prison cells to claim.
As if a graduation takes place.
Are these the freedoms their ancestors perceived?
To be flushed down the drain...
By the deceit and misdeeds of their masters!
As lessons learned to disgrace...
A race demoralized with identities defaced.
For all to find themselves...
Eventually,
In a socialistic bliss.
Confined and limited,
By a greed that defeats...
A consciousness diminished.
And depleted as is wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Just Have A Wish To Sit
I know you are making the attempt,
To have one man held accountable...
For all of your headaches,
Since the event of your birth.
However...
At least admit,
There was some kind of consciousness...
You remember,
Before he 'agreed' to achieve,
The impossible.
With you rolling up your sleeves...
Helping to rid your life of your own debris.
And...
I believe this was to be done with your assistance.
Have you abandoned that acknowledgement as well?
Or did you just have a wish to sit in comfort as accustomed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greeds
What do you have at your home?
Nothing, except some desires and greed
To sooth and comfort you.
Greed enters your home very silently
Finally it becomes your master
And you become slave of your own greed
Oneday it will drag you to an unknown grave.
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The Month Of Re-Enforcing Stereotypes Has Arrived
The month of re-enforcing stereotypes has arrived.
With a naming of a few who broke away from them,
To remind others they too have the same potential...
If they embraced discipline, devotion and a work ethic.
It's the month of re-enforcing stereotypes.
And folks who have waited to use the words 'niggers'
'coons', 'jungle bunnies' and other degrading references...
Depicting people of color,
Can do so to say they are celebrating bondage.
Since...
Isn't that the purpose?
To keep people reminded of their slave mentalities.
OR like some folks like to address their 'connections' as...
Keeping themselves down to Earth.
And...
With much assistance,
What a good job people have done...
To prove a legacy of ignorance can have its visual benefits,
For all who are determined to keep stereotypes alive.
Note:
Are these images subtle? Not anymore. In fact depictions of
ignorance 'are celebrated where I live in Hartford, Connecticut.
And thought to be 'cute' by those totally absent of identity.
When a picture from Kemble's Coons (Authored by Edward Windsor Kemble)
shows a coon with a naked black child sitting high in a tree,
eating on an ear of corn, and I know this reflects the mindset of the people...
this picture released and shown to begin celebrating Black History Month,
can be upsetting. ESPECIALLY when there is no acknowledgement, whatsoever,
of Jimmy Brown who was the first Black President of The Hartford Board of Education.
AND those who are 'celebrating' those deeds of black folks in this 'town'...
Have no idea who he is.
'Is 'this' poetry? Is 'this' a slice of life? Yes, it is. A poetic flowing of an intention! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
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How Long Should An Embarrassment Be Allowed to Breathe?
We have attracted to ourselves our own misfortunes.
God has allowed Mother Nature,
To present us with choices to make.
And those deciding greed would be theirs to follow...
Chose to dig deep into Mother Nature's veins.
To reap from them personal gain.
And this selfishness has had its consequences.
This selfishness has been prevented to continue...
Its existence.
At the risk of God's multiple creations!
If the ignorance of humanity,
Is the sacrifice that has to be severed...
Because the loyalty expected from it does not cleave?
So be it!
How long should an embarrassment be allowed to breathe?
We are just an experiment here.
And one that has not found God pleased.
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Current Expectations
That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.
When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.
'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '
~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~
That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.
~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Row, Row, Row The Boat
Row, row, row the boat,
gently down the stream
of consciousness, and take close note
of things of which you dream
when working gallingly in galleys,
Ben Hur, condemned to row
until the spirit market rallies,
or falls like Jericho.
Slave, slave, slave, keep writing:
wait not for liberation,
and don’t feel crucified while fighting
lack of inspiration.
Be resurrected when unconscious,
keep jester juices flowing,
on auto-pilot, serving Pontius,
rowing, rowing, rowing.
David West, who is printing the galleys of my forthcoming book Legal Friction: Law, Narrative and Identity Politics in Biblical Israel, sent me an e-mail today which read:
And keep in mind Jack Hawkins’ famous advice to the galley slaves in Ben Hur: “You are all condemned men. We keep you alive to serve this ship. So row well, and live.”
9/23/08
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Me: The thief of my Identity
The thief of my Identity
To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me
I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
If not for my soul,
I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another
It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer,
It is most content, when you are in despair.
When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune
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Wonderful If Wishes Like This Could Begin
It would be wonderful to be able to predict,
One man elected can fix the lives of those troubled.
And he'd be held accountable...
As he applied a magic wand to it!
But the chaos upon us has been inflicted by greed.
With the need to have our fantansies breathe.
As all who were teased approved it to be.
It would be wonderful to sit,
And witness all of our issues drift away.
To have someone else obey our whims.
It would be wonderful if wishes like this could begin...
When we chose our anguish and emotional pain to end.
But then again...
We would not be facing reality!
And reality upon many is beginning to descend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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