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Low Profile

One's low profile is best to keep,
When the doing of a task one needs to complete...
To ensure a doing of it gets done.
Since many prefer to make announcements,
To then become upset...
If their efforts attempted have not yet kept,
A date set that never happens.
Why?
A seeking to get attention mentioned,
Has become more the priority than the deed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Ensure Someone's Irritation

For all of those things,
Going neglected...
That can be easily corrected,
IF that task was accepted...
As a necessity to see through with a doing,
There'd be less of a preference for many to choose...
An excessive complaining instead.
Done to do to ensure someone's irritation.

And it is that irritation that is sought,
To achieve the effective goal set by those...
Seeking to get attention.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Only The Ability To Waste

There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.

But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.

Today?
How things have changed.

Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.

But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.

'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When There is Mutual Agreement

Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!

For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.

You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?

Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.

When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.

Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Steps With Few Exceptions

For some reason,
I've enjoyed being accused...
For those things I did not do!

I guess knowing who it is I am,
Eventually exposes those accusers...
For the liars I know them to be!

And not a dropp of sweat,
Drips from a heated brow.
None from my face I will allow.

That kind of nonsense does not upset me!
I've had too many experiences,
To get me standing on my own two feet.

And my steps,
With few exceptions...
I make conscious efforts to ensure they are correct.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Not Upset! Not Yet!

Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!

Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!

I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you need alone time on your own.

I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you'll come back here to me at home.

Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave.
I'm not upset.
Not yet,
'Cause...
I know you're needing some time alone on your own.
But you know at least you can pick up a telephone.

I'm not upset!
Not yet,
But...
Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!

Tell me where you go,
When you've got to leave me.
To say you're seeking some harmony!

I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you need alone time on your own.

I'm not upset!
Not yet!
'Cause,
I know you'll come back here to me at home.

I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.
I'm not upset!
Not yet!
But...
Something's getting heated and I'm feeling every bit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Controlled By the Physicality of Things

Reprisals?
From them?
Forget it.

Most of them are illiterate.
The others are illegitimate.
Comprising an atmosphere of dysfunction!
And the people are controlled,
By the physicality of things.

I know you've gone out of your way,
To ignite 'some' response to your efforts.
Your passion is to be admired.
I suggest you not try to comprehend.
They consider any offense done to them,
As a compliment of attention that's given.

Why are you laughing?
What I say to you is not a joke!

You will be the one targeted to get upset.
The one provoked.
Trust me when I say this...
Don't show it!
That really sets them off.
They then will believe,
You think you are better than they are!

Why are you laughing?
Keep that humor.
You are going to need it!

If I were you,
I'd do more observing.

The others whose footsteps you follow,
Attempted the same thing.
Now they are addicted to prescribed medications.

A few have been spotted talking to themselves.
Some of them have been seen in full conversations.
While answering telephones they don't have,
In conducted conference calls.

Why are you laughing?
They are the ones who run this place.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In 1960 I published a book that attempted to direct attention to the possibility of a thermonuclear war, to ways of reducing the likelihood of such a war, and to methods for coping with the consequences should war occur despite our efforts to avoid it.

quote by Herman Kahn
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Is It Together Are We Wishing The Other To Be?

If it isn't about me
Nor is this about you...
Then what on Earth are we attracted to?

If I like what I see...
And you say the same of me,
Then what is it together
Are we really seeking?

You say I don't listen,
To your scattered conversations.
I want to understand...
But you take off with new sensations.
And I'm to comprehend,
Which one ends before another begins?

If it isn't about me
Nor is this about you...
Then what on Earth are we attracted to?

This hasn't been mentioned...
But I think you are seeking attention.
And I wouldn't mind,
To receive that from you sometimes!

If I like what I see...
And you say the same of me,
Then what is it together
Are we wishing the other to be?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why A Deed Done To Do

A deed to do that has been done,
Is best left to be discovered...
Than to await to get approval,
By those who will debate...
Why a deed done to do,
With a doing...
To disapprove of the doer.
As the deed done goes undiscussed,
Not to be mentioned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Knew? Did You? Oh...Of Course Not!

I can understand you wish not to see,
My efforts gleam and shine.
I can understand that,
Yes I do!
Because those efforts,
Getting attention I did not pursue...
Are not those of yours,
But mine.

I did not know that would become fact.
I've been too busy toiling with sweat,
To remove obstacles carried...
Too long weighted on my back.
No...
I didn't realize my conscious efforts,
Would one day get attention.
Or attract like that!

Who knew?
Did you?
Oh...
Of course not!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now I Understand Marco Polo

You have no idea how difficult it is.
To awaken.
Determined to seek,
Fresh inventive ways...
To sustain controversy.
And to resist,
Mainstream acceptance.

Oh, the agony endured.
Updating those used insults.
The ones that manifested some attention,
With ease and applied intention.

Today...
There seems to be an obsession,
To be as disgusting as possible.
And I remember those times,
When being respectable was encouraged.
I know I 'date' myself with those fading visions.

I kept my sights upon new adventures!
Or so I thought!
I grow distraught as I think about it!

Yet keeping up to date,
Seems a task rapidly unachievable.
Especially when I have made it known...
I had been one of the those to market obnoxiousness,
Years ago.

And not one celebration for my efforts have taken place.
You have no idea how this upsets me.
Now I understand Marco Polo too well!
He is all but forgotten.

I am the Marco Polo of my time.
It ain't my fault I wasn't born in Venice.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Characteristics Known

THEY,
Wish to have all see him...
As incompetent and weak.
THEY,
Who compaign collectively...
To ensure he is defeated.
THEY,
Who individually...
Would never have his energy,
To work tiredlessly...
For all and not for one.

THEY,
Who belabor to critique!
With efforts to remain amongst the elite.
And feed their selfish greeding endlessly...
With wishes everyone would believe,
THEY,
Have a better plan than he!
But THEY have never proven themselves to be...
Empathetic like he has shown,
To make his human characteristics known.

And THEY,
Despise his wisdom!
Labelling his efforts socialistic.
And THEY,
Socially gather together...
To expose themselves,
As exclusively gluttonous.
With portrayals THEY want perceived,
THEY represent priorities and interests...
Only THEY can deliver.
To achieve entitlements only THEY receive.
With a ripping of those standards so valued,
Apart.
To leave not 'themselves'...
But everyone else,
In a total and complete destitution.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Been There. Done That. Too Often

There is a reason why,
I do not express a desire...
To know what it is you think.

'What is it? '

I observe it around you.
And as of today,
You have never mentioned it...
As a priority or even a concern.
And you should.

'Why haven't you brought this to my attention? '

If what is obvious to me,
Has not yet dawned on your mind to see...
Why would you believe a wasting of my time,
Is on my agenda to get you to open 'your' eyes?

Been there.
Done that.
Too often.

Today?
My anger has developed into amusement.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Then Leave

The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.

Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Possibilities

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Idle Chatter

Just because an act seen can be done,
Does not mean there is a satisfying need...
For a doer dared,
To please with achievement...
A doing baited by the onlookers.

Many with false perceptions assume,
Those who have exposed certain gifts...
Stay up nights...
Strategizing the seeking of further impositions.
To get attention.

And when an attention mentioned is given and received...
A strutting done seen,
Becomes the topic of unwarranted envy.
And a nonstop gossip about an 'ego' flows.
Some folks like to pick other noses!
With an idle chatter sweetened to lick loose lips.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Circumvent What It Is Done They Do

To do what one loves,
Becomes one's evidence...
In the doing.
Not as proof to convince,
But as a love one does.
And with a doing of it not to mention.
As observed...
People who do what they love,
Do not do it for the attention.

Then there are those who make speeches,
At social events where pretentions are invited.
And there they are...
To make unsolicited announcements,
As to what they did to do or will be done...
To show nothing accomplished.
To anyone.
But the ability to embellish is there to relish.

And people like this should not be faulted,
For what it is they most address as a love...
To do and get.
Since...
For them it is the getting of attention.
To circumvent what it is done they do best.
With that proof shown to anyone,
Who has sat long enough to listen until numbed.
And sometimes with impatience done to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Balancing Of Sanity

There was a time,
When I would lay with mind awake...
And eyes open to contemplate,
My favorite seasons.
And with each one...
I would review what I had done.

And for no reason I would get up,
Before dawn would arrive...
To begin pacing the floor,
With a thinking of what chores I should do.
And which to ignore.
There is so much inside my home,
Seeking an attention given to come.

I then begin to explore,
The kind of day the Sun starts to etch.
And how I can avoid,
What in my head I should do next.
And if a cloudless sky,
Communicates to me...
That I should do what's best.
Well...
Who am I to argue?

I pray, exercise, shower and shave.
I may nibble something to eat.
To then acknowledge,
I will not waste a beautiful day...
Attempting to convince myself,
That a doing of chores had been a priority.
Especially if the Sun has invited me to go outside.

I am easily persuaded,
When Mother Nature invites.
And 'Mama' knows how I can be enticed.

'But,
Your chores?
What about them? '

Oh...
It's 'you'?
The good deed doer side of my mind!
Trying to inflict a sense of responsibility!

I contemplated them.
Isn't that enough?
I am not seeking to be rational,
With reasonable actions to master.

Nor,
Will I be bored today with the balancing of sanity.
I'm not going to give time for a scheduling of that.
Not today.
I am going to relax.
So go away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Choice to Keep the Value

Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice?
When it was you,
Who made not listening to me...
Your choice.

Why is my comprehension mentioned,
To be a priority of your concern?
I'm well aware of those lessons I've learned.
And few of them taught I seek to be repeated.
You brought to me then an acknowledgement.
And I did not hesitate,
To connect that to my common sense.

I received it and I heeded.

Why is it important to you now,
To hear my voice.
To review conversations,
I attempted to make...
That came to rest on deaf ears?

Perhaps there is a clarity,
Not understood before...
But overnight your eyes opened.
And a clarity that could have been yours...
Has now between your ears appeared?

Go ahead and say,
What you believe today is okay.
However,
If I should abruptly walk away...
Think of it as not being disrespectful.
But a sign of the times,
When one finds peace of mind.
With a choice to keep the value of it protected.

Think of my getting away from you,
In that perspective!
A treasured gift one gets...
To never be neglected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Are Not Feeling It

Do you have it in yourself to achieve?

Are you bothered by listening and discipline?
Does either one of them or both...
Make you cringe?
Especially when someone experienced,
Tells you over and over again...
Those are the two key elements to success.

And you regard criticisms, advice and suggestions...
As being offensive to your sensitivities?
Plus you rather socialize than to sacrifice your time,
To do anything that prioritizes...
What you claim to have love and interest to do.
And there is no loyalty or devotion applied?
Where is your passion?

Do 'I' think you have it in yourself to achieve?
That's the question you did ask me,
Right?
Well...
You have none of that of which I just mentioned.

Was that a trick question?
Or did you just want to see me laugh?
And why would you ask me,
A question like that in the first place?

If you are not feeling it...
What makes you believe that I can feel 'that',
Coming from you?
Stop seeking attention.
Stop seeking acceptance.
Start...
Believing in yourself and your abilities,
And you will never have to ask me...
Or anyone else,
A question like that again.
Now get out of my face.
You're wasting 'my' time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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