Low-key
Titles worn by some,
To them become as significant as the air one breathes.
It is as if a validation has been achieved.
And what they do has merit and can be believed.
But as for me...
I prefer not to wear my titles at all.
I have too many!
And then to do so hints of a certain pretentiousness.
You know what I mean?
I choose to remain low-key.
Although I do 'update' my résumé.
And make sure my 'bio' has no typos!
I want to represent the common man as best as I can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patriotism 01 Innominatus
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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My Native Land
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Breathes There the Man... From the Lay of the Last Minstrel
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Patriotism 1. Innominatus
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles.
quote by Niccolo Machiavelli
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Effectively Accomplished
They've received their titles.
And obtained positions...
Worthy of the affected snobbery shown.
And yet with all of their influence,
And affluent tastes...
Absolutely nothing by them has been effectively,
Accomplished!
Nothing that would merit the attention,
From a suppressed humanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Narrowed Perceptions
Sheltered and narrowed perceptions accept,
Success and achievement one expects to get...
Is a doting done by someone who comes,
To flatter them with comments done...
With an increasing of an ego that feeds,
On a feasting releasing adored and idol praise.
'Of course,
All of this is nonsense! '
Retorts the one who player hates.
And continuing to say with hints of jealousy...
'None of that which I do,
Can take place without strict discipline.
Or without focused determination too.
Since little time is given to reflect,
On the wearing of titles to puff up one's chest.'
~These medals I wear are heavy around my neck.
Would you mind carrying a few of them,
To enable me to stand up straight and correct? ~
'What do I look like to you?
A coat rack? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intended With Love
I've made so many errors and typos in my work,
To leave uncorrected.
They've become looked upon,
As clarifying those suspicious about this...
That I am not perfect.
And...
If I should correct those errors and typos,
The attention intended to give the message...
A comprehensive clarity,
Gives one then an opportunity...
To see something more between the lines,
Not there as had been intended.
This writing business,
Becomes more theraputic than one can believe.
Self analysis AND with feedback?
It just seems convenient to leave typos where they are,
And errors in language useage alone.
I find this procedure more effective.
It gives the reader a chance to bestow empathy.
Believing what is observed is unintended.
However...
The writer knows typos like fingers and toes.
If there are many as it is to be noticed.
And,
It is...
Intended,
With love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occupied By Similar and Limited Visions
A sold soul,
Has an inability to self reflect.
Everything they are told,
Is with ears set...
On an idealistic perfectness.
Although they are constantly trying,
To achieve a correctness...
They believe to themselves,
That has already been identified...
But can not be to over stressed.
By the credentials they have been awarded.
And achieved by feeding,
A confirmed definition of success.
And compared to others,
Who are occupied by similar and limited visions...
To assess mindsets equally possessed.
A sense of false happiness has been achieved...
With a certification shown that has them obsessed,
In those social circles...
Where titles and name dropping,
Are emphasized topics to be loudly addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knee Deep In Their...Situations
It is amazing!
How those achieve their influence.
Some on merit.
Many by being...
A convenient nuisance!
And that has to be the reason...
Why those ceilings of incompetence,
Are crashing down all over the place.
Leaving those in their tailored silk suits...
Shrugging up their shoulders.
Not knowing what next to do!
But hey...
They do look the part!
Like someone's work of art.
And those giving them the attention,
AND titles...
Have looks of despair.
Knee deep in their...
Situations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd update my resume so you're ready for any outcome.
quote by Bob Weinstein
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When Money Is Involved
When money is involved...
Titles are of no importance.
Elections conducted,
Are to seduce the proletariat.
With dangling carrots.
To increase desires to reach.
But known they will never get.
And those right to vote notions,
Set into motion...
Are to squelch protests.
To quiet perceptions of divisions,
Between the ones feeling disenfranchised.
And others of special interests to be kept.
Yet...
Eventually,
The one who has the money wins.
And a running done to gain notoriety,
Has little or no meaning to them.
To take opinionated positions,
Based upon a popularity given...
Is not a game for them to play.
Not in a conventional public way.
When money is involved?
Those who have it decide who plays.
To leave a process believed fair,
Made quite simple.
Those who have the cash,
Are not concerned about talking trash.
Since what takes place,
Where and when...
All of it,
Dispensed.
Still delivers a guaranteed return,
On their investments.
When money is involved...
Titles are of no importance.
Nor is there a need to run for any office.
Or make needless public appearances.
When money is involved...
People pay others to monitor their interests.
And take care of all their needs.
Whatever those needs may be.
Regardless of who, why and where...
Someone makes a decision to vote.
When money is involved...
Those who have it,
Decide who wins!
That's it!
Debates are for those seeking to be entertained.
And those with the money,
Write the script, direct and produce the affects,
'They' expect!
Until their needs are pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insinuations
There are many sides to determination.
And many are not too obviously displayed.
Like the ones who are determined by others,
Not to be impressive by appearances alone.
Those determining people like this,
Have no influence...
Are generally mistakened on the basis of their analogies.
Perhaps it is a college degree...
Or the schools such degrees were by some people received.
And there are those who are just determined to succeed.
On their own merit.
With a turning down of requests of assistance...
By those they care not to name drop.
Some people like to be in the company,
Of those they perceive are 'real.
No matter what they've got.
Or titles they may wear.
Eye or skin color or texture of hair.
People like these are not living their lives,
Based upon limitation or those kinds of insecurities.
With the acceptance and the acknowledgement...
A sexual performance got us all here!
With few, if any, exceptions open to debate!
'PLEASE!
Your insinuations are distasteful! '
Nope!
That's not one of the exceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lonesome Number One
Don gibson
Lonesome number one,just call me lonesome number one
Although no titles have I won,i surely must be lonesome number one
Every love Ive had has faded like the dew
Every one Ive wanted,has wanted someone new
Heartaches hang around and always come
I surely must be lonesome number one
Lonesome number one,just call me lonesome number one
Although no titles have I won,i surely must be lonesome number one
It seems Im always losing,love just cant come near
Just when love gets close it always disappears
Sorrow always keeps me on the run
I surely must be lonesome number one
Lonesome number one, just call me lonesome number one
Although no titles have I won, I surely must be lonesome number one
Just call me lonesome number one,here I come Im lonesome number one
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I am quite prepared, if we can do it without any disrespect to the Crown of England, to bring our titles to the marketplace and make a bonfire of them.
quote by Wilfrid Laurier
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Hymn 147
The names and titles of Christ. From several scriptures.
['Tis from the treasures of his word
I borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art nor nature can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.
Bright image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminished rays;
Th' eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.]
The King of kings, the Lord most high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh
He wears a garment dipped in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
Where grace can neither melt nor move,
The Lamb resents his injured love;
Awakes his wrath without delay,
And Judah's Lion tears the prey.
But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he assumes!
Light of the world, and Life of men;
Nor bears those characters in vain.
With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;
A Friend and Brother he appears,
And well fulfils the names he wears.
At length the Judge his throne ascends,
Divides the rebels from his friends,
And saints in full fruition prove
His rich variety of love.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Trying To Prevent The Advent Of Evolution
A foolish people,
Will always seek a validation...
To remain foolish as long as possible.
This activity keeps them feeling significant.
With a stagnating influence...
That stays as current as their ignorance.
And as long as this is their consciousness,
Any breakthrough of intelligence...
Is as difficult for them to comprehend,
As the advancement of technology...
Is for a mind demanding a return to times,
When rocks were rubbed together to produce fire.
And these are the minds,
Trying to prevent the advent of evolution.
And many can not accept they have been lost in the mix!
They make attempts to defend a time for them that has ended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Empathy For Fools
These days are moving along too fast,
For anyone to begrudge...
A doing not done in those times in their past.
Nothing wished to relive is going to return.
And what it was one should have learned,
Had been an opportunity...
To sit through those lessons.
With less of a stubbornness that now affects,
The ones expressing concerned with much regret.
These days are moving along too fast,
For anyone to begrudge...
A doing not done in those times in their past.
And those dismissed for being overly ambitious,
For being a jack of all trades and not masters of one...
Are no longer considered fools.
With a proving they can do many things to get done.
'You are just who we've been looking for.
Someone who has been exposed...
And can adapt with the wearing of many hats.'
~I was once told I could have been a president of a bank.~
'I used to be into titles too.
Aren't you glad you healed from such foolishness? '
~I was never into titles.
But I must confess to having an empathy for fools.~
'Good for you.
At least one of us is patient.
I like your style.
You are hired.
I hope you stay with us for a while.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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