Locked Behind Prison Bars
There is a difference between,
Someone who is approachable...
And those who believe they can approach,
With disrespect anyone they please...
Expecting that behavior to be acceptable.
Even when brought to their attention,
There is no connection they have at all...
As to why their conduct and behavior,
Has a lot to do with why many people like this...
Make weekly or monthly visits to see their children,
Locked behind prison bars or detained in county jails.
'I did the best I could to raise all my children right.
And if any one of them did anything inappropriate,
Well...
That was on them.
I don't have time to cater to their needs.
I have my own.'
~So you don't feel you should be held accountable,
For their actions? ~
'Look...
I am a drug addict and an alcoholic.
None of them got their armed robbery habits from me.
Is that clear?
I hope so! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adolescent Deeds
Spoiled children encouraged,
To sit and witness their siblings...
Restricted from doing things,
They believe can be manipulated eventually...
Will make attempts to do anything.
If this means to them,
A getting of an attention given.
Believing with an 'innocence',
A 'cuteness' is determined.
But some children grow.
To leave behind their childishness.
With a learning not to disrespect.
Or expect child-like tantrums accepted,
Without someone rejecting their selfishness.
To then make claims of being neglected,
When left to be held accountable...
For actions that reflect,
Immaturity at its best.
And as aults who have aged,
These same 'children' become insulted.
When others too mature no longer will endure,
With a tolerance depleted and absent to feed...
Spoiled children encourage,
To perform adolescent deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Off For Good Behavior
My brother went to prison
Hes in kingston doin time
He got seven years for sellin
What Ive been smokin all my life
Time off for good behavior
But the boy dont feel too good
Locked behind those steel bars
I dont know if he should
Yeh a few years ago they called me
Back home to get a big award
They also called my brother
But they made him say my lord
They locked me up in a hall of fame
And threw away the keys
But when they put my brother away
It really did somethin to me
Now Im guilty as hell for sayin
Boy you better go back home
You know youll get a fair shake there
Were running all alone
When he called me up from the border
With the mounties on his tail
I said go back to canada
We can raise the bail
Now I get these letters
From a cell with no tv
He says hes outside one hour
And inside twenty three
Time off for good behavior
But the boy dont feel too good
Locked behind those steel bars
I dont know if he should
Now Im guilty as hell for sayin
Boy you better go back home
You know youll get a fair shake there
Were running all alone
When he called me up from the border
With the mounties on his tail
I said go back to canada
We can raise the bail
My brother went to prison
Hes in kingston doin time
He got seven years for sellin
What Ive been smokin all my life
song performed by by Neil Young
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Practicing Tact
Practicing tact,
May work for those...
Who are expected to control,
Certain environments.
But old fashioned tactics,
To hold one's attention...
Today does not work.
Have you tried to teach,
A classroom of students...
Who have been fast food supplied,
And gone beserk?
Or listened to a parent who cries upon a visit...
Not understanding 'why' their 'babies',
Are locked up in a prison?
To then be told,
They should be held accountable...
For raising irresponsible children.
And when this is tried...
Some authority from the 'outside',
Tells them their methods applied...
Are not acceptable to 'standards'.
And their actions are denied!
Practicing tact,
May work for those...
Who are expected to control,
Certain environments.
However...
Practice does not make perfect,
If those allowing dysfunctions to exist...
Insist ideals more valued,
No one from them should run and hide.
Although laws created,
Protects a downslide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Testifying has helped me understand that one individual's behavior and actions make a difference. That my actions are important to people other than myself.
quote by Anita Hill
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Socially Inappropriate Behavior
It 'use' to be called socially inappropriate behavior.
But today,
Any socially inappropriate behavior displayed publicly.
And visually confirmed,
Is a prerequisite.
For anyone wishing to run for public office.
And with certifiable dysfunctions known AND expressed?
Anyone with these credentials is guaranteed to be elected.
With favorable and overwhelming results.
'Oh!
I like them.
They be down to Earth.
Just like us.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Where Have You Been
As his legal guardian...
And at least fifty percent of the time,
I can say...
I recognized him on the streets.
I have come to defend his belligerent behavior.
Your 'honorship'...
We all know boys will be boys.
And we do the best we can,
To raise them to be irresponsible
And thoughtless.
Butchy D is no different.
I taught him the ropes.
Trained him myself...
To be conniving as possible.
He is not at fault here!
~Then who is?
Who is accountable for his misdeeds?
Who should we hold responsible,
For his total lack of concern for others.
His only claim to fame is fathering children.~
That would be his mother!
She was never there for the boy!
Claiming she had to work,
To make ends meet.
And I paid her twenty five dollars a week,
In child support.
~So where have you been,
Most of his life? ~
No disrespect, Your Judgeness...
But I've got my own life to live!
You think I should have given up,
My own activities.
To be there for these worthless kids!
I've got my own reputation to maintain.
~We are going to lock him up.
Rehabilitate him.~
Good!
That will give me an opportunity,
To get inside his head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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WHO And WHAT Implemented This
How can anyone think or believe,
They could distance themselves...
From actions their own children take,
That provokes others with disrespect...
To then proclaim they are not responsible,
For those actions their children have learned...
From behind walls where they were first taught.
To then take those lessons beyond their own backyards?
With a doing done to create for others havoc!
Is the First Amendment that diverse?
WHO and WHAT,
Inspired with encouragement their transgressions?
With beliefs to violate others is okay?
And with rights that entitles them to do it their way.
From WHERE was this thoughtlessness generated?
WHO and WHAT implemented this in their minds,
To have those who should be accountable...
Find someone else to blame!
And with accusations that dismisses their teachings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It Is That Has Them Possessed
Your children exemplify,
Some of the most atrocious behavior...
We have ever witnessed.
They are disobedient, obnoxious...
Rude and disrespectful.
And they have no regard for others. Period!
'And...
What are you saying?
My children do not possess leadership qualities? '
No!
That may be true.
However...
Whatever it is that has them possessed,
We are requesting you take them elsewhere...
To allow that possession an outlet to thrive.
But here, their behavior is not condoned.
Oh...
And here is the brick your son threw through my window.
Yesterday!
I signed and dated it for you as a reminder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Did The Best They Could
Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.
But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.
'And...
How many children do you have? '
None.
'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '
No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.
'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '
And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.
'It's never too late you know? '
Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?
'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'
It came to me quickly as a vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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Sandusky
our culture of revenge has
struck another blow,
locking up Sandusky &
throwing away the key,
knowing full well that in
prison,
this guy might last a year
before he is stabbed a few
dozen times by a group of
guys pissed off because
they probably knew someone
growing up who'd been
molested, or worse, they had
been themselves &
when he is killed in prison,
people will scream an even
louder hoorah! than they are now,
as he gets taken away in the cuffs,
sentenced to a minimum of 60
years in prison, with some
astronomical 400+ at the max-
so,
rather than place him in a facility
where his behavior can be studied,
so that we can learn from what he's
done &
improve the lives of the rest of us
with the findings of such research,
so that when utilized, the possibility
of such behavior might be lessened,
thus helping to prevent children from
being violated in such a manner,
we simply react with passionate anger &
lock him up, where he will most certainly
be killed, sooner than later-
good ol' "an eye for an eye, "
biblical bullshit "justice"
strikes again &
gets us no further than where we were
before.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get What It Was to Do Done
It has been a long time since I had been a child.
Such a long time,
Those actions I did then...
Were tolerated and condoned by someone else,
Who I respected as an adult and it reflected.
Whether or not I accepted.
And from those who taught me,
The difference as I grew.
I knew when I matured...
So few did that too.
And while they now make excuses,
For everything that they do...
Or not.
Expecting to be dismissed...
Like children throwing tantrums,
And spoiled fits.
Upon others they drop.
To do flip flops...
With something childish,
They can not stop!
I wont put up with it!
No matter how 'old'...
These ageless 'kids' may get!
I'm not going to put up with none of that one bit.
I have learned to be accountable.
And responsibility for my actions...
I take.
I have learned to embrace,
Take hold and move on!
No matter who around me,
May hide or deny...
Any action I may make.
With a mind that is awake.
I might undo it.
But...
Whatever that decision is,
It is done by me to say...
'Something'
I had to do to get what it was to do done!
Whether those of childish minds are left stunned.
To get from point A to B does not require a Phd!
Or a pail and shovel to collect sand.
I have been taught not to be afraid to take a stand!
And...
Get it over to get over it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No More Than Passing Spats
Choosing to hide their delusions,
Has to terrify those in denial.
Those with a wish to protect,
Their hopes from fears...
That current conflicts,
Are no more than passing spats...
Between schoolyard children,
During recess...as to them it appears.
And the authorities looking at this,
From their windows...
Will soon make it clear with warnings,
Of disciplinary actions taken...
If those responsible do not stop soon.
Or parents will be contacted,
With threats to dispell those with bad behavior...
From their classes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Give Intelligent Life a Bad Name
You give intelligent life a bad name.
Your behavior is quite ignorant...
And you display it without any shame.
A daily deposit of snide comments,
Seems a trend you send with ease.
And those you subject,
To disrespect unsuspectedly...
Aren't amused and far from pleased.
At least in public...
Your actions aren't received!
You give intelligent life a bad name...
For attention that's obviously apparent.
But no one who observes you,
Acting with such disgust...
Find fault at all with your parents?
They probably waited until you slept,
Packed their bags and left,
You alone!
Who made you believe
An attitude like yours
Was ever acceptable or condoned?
You give intelligent life a bad name.
Are you an experiment...
From another time unknown?
Or have you been around
Being an obnoxious clown,
Reflecting social patterns
No one admits...
In this 'town'
Are quite like our own! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Never Too Late To Learn
Didn't I say 'no'?
'Yes! '
But you went ahead,
And did what you did against my wishes...
Anyway.
Didn't you?
'Yes and I...'
Sssshhh.
So you know what this means?
'No!
What does 'this' mean? '
You are to go to your room.
Immediately.
'But ma...? '
No buts, ands, or ifs...
Just go!
~Honey? ~
What is it?
~When our son's parole officer mentioned,
Parents can avoid their children...
From becoming incarcerated,
And detained with a prison sentence given...
By becoming proactive,
In the process of their children's discipline...
I think those comments were made for us,
To reflect upon in regards to the lack of our past actions.
Attempting to enact those actions now...
Well,
It is a little too late.
Our son is home from 'detention' to spend the holidays.~
And I was raised to believe,
It is never too late to learn.
Regardless of the circumstances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Children
A baby sitter who can’t stand kids
A drunken father slaps his children around
A drug addict mother who sleeps and does nothing but get high
A sister who never comes home in time to protect the small ones
Our children are here on this earth to be loved
Not to be abused and used as slaves
Our children are not punching bags or our slaves
Stop the abuse against the innocent children
These children will grow up to be just like you
Our children need us to love them
The older siblings stand between the you and the younger ones
So stop all the abuse
The children need to be taken care of
All you parents out there listen to me
Heed my warning because your children will grow up to hate you
Stop all the abuse against the future of this world
poem by Jessica Roberts
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Results Of Any Choices Made
I've never found it acceptable,
How grown people still use their childhoods...
To make continued excuses for themselves.
With the seeing of psychologists, psychiatrists...
And others designated to be certified,
To professionally analyze their minds.
With a trying to get them to realize and find,
That a being held accountable with a clarity...
For one's own decisions made,
Is no longer the responsibility of mommy and daddy.
However...
Mommy and daddy should have been arrested...
A long time ago,
For permitting such spoiled children...
Access to beliefs,
They were entitled to point blame on others.
With a dismissing of strict discipline,
To ensure those now thoughtless knew the difference.
Mommy and daddy could be 'sentenced' for not doing this.
BUT...
Regardless of what should have taken place?
The results of any choices made are clearly to be,
What they are as seen from what has been selected...
To represent the best of efforts allowed and condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zansi
Detained!
Nabbed for armed robbery;
Continue,
An impersonator! !
To uphold,
Correctable;
With Zansi as the leader of the patrol team.
Detention,
Related,
Prevalent,
To great length!
And like the heavy snow fall in North Africa! ! !
But, you were detained.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Payment for good behavior
Payment for good behavior
Need is a reality which can come in any one’s life.
At such occasion somebody gave me money letter I returned the money to him.
Next time another man gave me
Money,
Good behavior,
And nice words full sympathy.
We take breakfast also on the table where the deal was accomplished.
Later I returned his money but I had no words to pay for his good behavior and nice words
To which he offered me at my difficult time.
I realize that we can pay for good behavior only by good behavior not by money.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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