Lock Step
They claim there is a failure of leadership.
But no one acknowledges,
A failure to identify...
Who amongst them had been qualified.
Since those who follow...
Had seemed to be in lock step!
And isn't uniformity...
The only thing requested,
To bring to them an approved acceptance?
With similar beliefs...
They now see,
Has brought to them an agony.
Wished in a seeking...
Someone to deliver them from their grief!
Someone 'liked' they can torment...
Who will do exactly as they please.
'But that doesn't make too much sense! '
You know that.
And I do too!
That is why we are on the sidelines,
Observing them parade around like fools!
As we rest...
After removing our boots.
Choosing to separate ourselves,
From that kind of confusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
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Friends, Associates and Close Family
On the sidelines jeering!
Deafening boos are heard leering...
With catcalls and other strange sounds.
And signs of failure,
Thunderously applauded.
'Who' are these folks,
You claim to have your back? '
~That is their way of expressing their support.
As well as undefined devotion.~
'But...
Didn't you say they were your friends, associates
And close family? '
~Yeah!
We are still working on that.
Especially that community spirit 'thing'.
Outside of those religious practices, of course.
However...
One thing is certain,
They can not be faulted for their beliefs.
Nor for that 'togetherness' arguably maintained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Claim They Want More Peace
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should not be condoned.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
Or nor are they quick thinkers,
With solutions that resolve...
That will result in benefits.
Those choosing to pick fights,
Aren't the ones who use their wits.
They're much too use to using fists...
As if to fight will end all riffs!
But escalations aren't dismissed.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Revenge is sought and with the risks,
Showing and exposing proof...
Just who can be more barbaric!
Agonistic balled up fists,
Shown by those too argumentive...
Are accustomed to conflicts,
And...
Should be left alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people can't leave this alone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
And people should not this condone.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
More, more, more...
Grief and agony is wished.
People claim they want more peace,
But peace is not what people have known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Hopes of Romanticizing a Condition
They have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They've become identified with it.
And that is wished to be bestowed.
They dig through archives,
Seeking that which worked.
Something from the past...
They believe is everlasting.
Something done by someone then,
To bring their current frustrations to an end.
With hopes of romanticizing a condition...
That will lift them out of the doldrums they are in!
Complete with nostalgic delusions.
But they have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They want someone with experience,
To show them the way.
And has it not been those with experience...
That has led them to despair?
Although they wish another point of view...
They want to chose one that will keep them there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's tons of creative people in television that have one failure after another, and they just step up higher. I could never get over that. When I had a failure, there was no such thing as just getting over it.
quote by Chuck Barris
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If It Rained On My Parade
If it rained on my parade.
There would be others,
To come my way.
And if not?
Standing on the sidelines,
I have done many times.
And finding to do so.
Involves less stress.
My peace of mind has become my essence.
Yet.
Being able to critique,
What I know takes work and sweat to deliver.
I have learned not so quick to do.
I too have sat on shoulders as a kid,
And wondered why someone who paraded.
Would also be shedding tears.
Held inside of them that did not appear.
Today.
I know the reason why!
When a parading starts.
Few observing care who from the inside cries.
Or tries to hide what it takes to parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisdom defined
Knowing things will not make you
Immune to them unless you evolve
Ways and means to tackle them.
Wisdom is not the knowing the key
For the failure but the choosing the key
For success from the keys for the failure.
25.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Failing doesn't make you a failure. Giving up, accepting your failure, refusing to try again does
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Until They Too Awaken
So many are unconscious,
In their daily doings and deeds.
With beliefs anything they do,
Should not be questioned.
But given approval to please...
With a choosing of whom to do this to!
This kind of thoughtlessness,
Use to get me upset.
But I've learned what people are,
Is what they project.
And observing those who are like this
They appear easy to be categorized,
As spoiled, self centered
Full of themselves and selfish.
And those who aren't that way at all
Are dependable, loyal and taken for granted.
Until they too
Awaken from what they do.
To no longer be used,
By those regarding them as fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Question Anyone
We have in life
a surfeit
of those who step to the mark
to declare
what should and can be done.
Ideas pour
from their open mouths
enunciating in grave tones
and solemn decrees
making claim
to the Wisdom
of the Knowledge Tree.
Regard these not
or follow those
who claim Secret Lore
and urge 'follow me.'
Hard Truth:
Every one claims answers
but cannot tell you what is the question;
every one thinks their answer
if true for them
is also true for you;
from that silly stance recoil.
Every sage can tell you what to do
but none can identify the first step.
All can see the path to follow
but none can answer
if a first step
is consistent with several paths which may follow.
None can answer
if you deny their answers offered,
(which are commonly either or choices)
but note life most often shows either/or
most often is neither/other.
None can tell you what is scientific about the scientific method.
None can separate in a simple sentence the difference between
book learning and common sense.
No sage alive can claim to know why Progress Now
has crashed so low-
despite all the Smart Ones
gone before.
Why is it that ignorance always fills the void
that Knowledge leaves?
Why are there always a surplus of answers
but few good questions?
I don't know
but I know what I don't know
hopefully,
that makes me one step ahead
of those who know the answer
before the question.
I think
those that always know
what they think they know
without ever asking
what is the question
that their knowing
is the answer to-
don't know
anything.
Best to smile faintly,
turn
and leave.
In life,
deep wisdom states:
we must learn to ask our own questions
so that answers are our own answers
drawing upon our own experience.
Ask not what the wise think
but ask instead
what questions did they ask
when it counted
as now,
at the brink.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Offered and Ignored
Selected to lead and not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.
People unaccustomed to getting things done,
Are currently upset...
By the actions of one considered young.
And they have become stubborn,
In their ways to obstruct.
But...
The one who has been elected,
Is not stuck in an awe that is struck.
He is there...
To lead!
And not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.
And his leadership has put frowns on their lips.
But he was the one seeking 'their' bipartisanship.
And he knew when elected,
He did not need it!
It was offered and ignored,
In a solicitation he now has dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Blooming Goes Unaffected
One choosing to retreat from the blossoming of life...
Smothers the development.
And ruins the bloom to gloom!
Often this decay is seen,
And ignored with an acceptance...
Of an expected withering needing to feed.
Like the choking done by the growth of weeds.
And yet this tolerance allowed,
Spreads this seed upon those who follow.
Believing this existence...
Is not an affliction that addicts.
As those decaying prey upon the many who pay...
For their illnesses gone untreated.
On streets,
Where some pass with wishes...
They could sweep and 'delete' these scenes away.
At the expense of indifference...
Shown by those with beliefs,
Their blooming goes unaffected.
And they make choices to leave.
While glancing in disgust!
And observing it as if...
They will remain untouched!
As some choose to cloak these disturbing views,
By shouldering the burden of it.
In subdued submission.
To lock themselves behind walls that box.
Grateful for the safe admission.
To breathe easy and free...
Nurturing themselves,
As if to protect in a flower pot!
Surrounded by a safety net.
And out of harms' way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliver Me
deliver me...
from the fury, the noise,
and the roar of the wheel...
deliver me...
from my own insecurities,
my unconscious greed,
and my self driven fears.
deliver me...
from my conceptual understanding,
my limited knowledge,
and my worship of knowledge.
deliver me...
from all anger and hatred
in whatever disguise...
deliver me...
from being driven by
mouth and stomach unchecked,
from what i think i need.
deliver me..
from my countless mistakes,
and the excuses i make!
deliver me...
from any kind of pride
that closes the open hand!
deliver me...
from any sense of self
that would seperate and divide.
deliver me...
from laziness and tiredness,
from bitterness and lonliness.
deliver me...
from all forms of apathy,
and the want to possess...
deliver me...
and bring me to realize myself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There In Abundance
Why is there an economic failure?
People instilled with capitalistic beliefs,
Accepting success as materialness!
And schemes that variety is the spice of life...
Keeps many dreaming for 'things',
And despising the lack of it...
Because they feel cheated out of rights!
Why is there an economic failure?
Of course there is greed and gluttony.
Deceit and thievery.
Cheating and backstabbing with a hoarding done.
No one wants to feel left out or unwelcomed.
Pretensions with a presence,
Develops a mindset one wishes to be pleased.
That's why people are in hock...
With a country on its knees!
'Well...
If you're so successful,
Why do you live in the ghetto?
Why don't you drive a fancy car?
Why aren't you living,
Amongst the 'stars'?
Why do I see you on a bus?
You aint 'all that'!
You just one of us!
If you were 'really' successful...
You'd have 'things',
And I wouldn't hear you cuss! '
I have peace of mind,
I carry with me most times!
But it is folks like you,
Who don't enjoy yourself or your life like I do!
I feel blessed.
And not ungrateful like the rest.
I am happy with 'myself'.
And that seems to bother you!
Why are you making yourself my pest?
I'm not seeking your acceptance.
Nor your 'visions' for me,
What determines 'my' success!
When you don't see me I am at home...
With a mind that is totally at rest!
'I don't believe that! '
Maybe not!
But I am not trying to hang on...
To what I've got!
It is there in abundance.
Do you care to share with me an 'Amen'?
Or are your values like the others...
Whose minds have gone out to lunch!
Hmmm?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neutered Boots
Neutered Boots,
Looked at me as if I knew...
The agony of losing,
Jewels once cherished.
Like a bonding of a maleness,
Had been sliced and diced.
And I was petting him gently...
Just trying to be nice.
But Boots had never been kneed,
In the groin.
Or have an affection wished dismissed,
By someone close Boots had lived with.
Boots is a kitten!
He'll get over it.
However...
Not too many other cats,
Will come to appreciate...
Where Boots is at.
And Boots will have to learn that...
On his own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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FAiLUREs
If you have become
Another failure
You must always give
Yourself a chance
There are no failures they keep
On saying that.
There are only suspended
Successes.
Everything is temporary.
Just like success.
Just like failure.
Keep on trying.
There is no harm on trying
They keep on saying that.
A failure is nothing
But a blessing in disguise.
Keep on writing then.
Until the perfect poem
Comes along.
Keep on thinking then.
Until the right idea
Reigns.
Keep going.
There is no stopping.
There is no quitting.
My friend,
I am here
Standing before your coffin.
To deliver this eulogy.
You keep on trying.
Until death
Has finally caught you.
Dear friend
Sleep now.
I must say you have
Finally rested
From our failures.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Need Of An Audience
The ones with egos,
Seem to always bring their mysteries...
To be addressed.
With a massaging done constantly.
While those with credentials,
Appear to have less to express.
Bearing nothing with them to appease,
Or tease anyone to impress.
The ego driven,
Seem to wish their interests known.
These folks no one can just walk pass.
As those of true accomplishment,
Deliver their deeds with a speed to be believed.
To leave those who strut,
With pomp vacant of circumstance.
And feeding on a need for attention shown.
Overblown, overstaged and miscast.
Doers of accomplishments,
Never find themselves uncomfortable.
Not in environments where they are left alone.
Wherever they are,
They appear to be relaxed.
Almost as if they wish this to be condoned.
'I'm in need of an audience!
Where can I get an audience quick? '
Are the frantic fed panics of those with egos.
And making themselves sick.
With wishes to flap their lips a bit.
These thoughts are on the minds of those,
With a need to have their egos 'breathe'.
In a desperate unspoken desire to please.
In an approved acceptance they must solicit...
To feel themselves qualified.
Approved!
And undeniably received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not many people are willing to give failure a second opportunity. They fail once and it is all over. The bitter pill of failure is often more than most people can handle. If you are willing to accept failure and learn from it, if you are willing to consider failure as a blessing in disguise and bounce back, you have got the essential of harnessing one of the most powerful success forces.
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Failure
Maybe i, I didnt seem to have a thing left to say
I bottled it far away
Maybe i, I tried too hard to find someone to blame
Maybe its me who changed
And now, Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
Maybe i, I didnt seem to give everything away
Not because I needed you to stay, and i
I couldnt face the fears I left far behind
I try to answer every question to why
Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
Maybe you couldnt see
All the pain inside of me
And now I feel like this was all for nothing
cause Im left with nothing, Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
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Those That Follow
It is easier to follow,
Than it is to lead.
Those that follow,
Will always have comments to make.
Those that follow,
Will always mention another route to take.
Those that follow,
Will always be heard in the background...
Creating a disturbance and making noise.
Leadership to them means only one thing...
Who can be blamed for making sacrifices,
They will ultimately claim...
If the outcome of following remains successful!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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