More Who Should Say Less
Of course there are more,
Who should say less.
But given forums,
To address their expressions.
Since their point of views are accepted.
And...
Of course there are those,
Who should say much more.
But they are not the ones,
Willing to confess a protecting of nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diversity And Inclusion
Forums held on diversity and inclusion,
Seem to reveal one thing...
There has been a reluctance to admit,
Divisions exist.
And those wishing to address this,
In open forums...
Are trying to make attempts,
To express in an intelligent way...
How best to have everyone accept,
A way of life that should be lived...
Without having discussions,
About respecting others...
And their cultures.
To have forums, receptions...
And invitations sent,
Is still not admitting...
And enforcement of ignorance.
With an indoctrination,
To allow those to still not strip themselves...
Of hidden insecurities,
That keep themselves at a disadvantage.
A forum I would suggest?
How We Messed Up Other People's Lives!
With A Request They Forget How This Was Done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Yourself There
Acknowledge your part,
In creating your mistakes.
Initiating your own heartbreaks...
With tired accusations.
The pop and tingle of them,
Has flatened in taste.
And have fallen on deaf ears.
Another round of your 'whoa me' expressions,
Will no longer find an enjoyment...
Depressing my happiness.
Remember...
I am not with you,
Out of desperation.
Remember...
I am with you,
Because I said I 'do'.
Not to be confused with...
'And All Accepted Nonsense'!
No!
I have this suggestion...
Take yourself to any dark corner.
Address whatever it is,
Step aside...
And leave yourself there.
Stunned!
Make no promises to return.
You have only a few moments of my time,
To experience any separation anxiety.
That is all I can promise you.
If for some reason,
You find yourslf in debated doubt?
Do not expect me to wait for you.
I am through
Helping you decide when I should be annoyed.
That part of you,
That insists upon pissing on my happiness...
Is no longer invited to be a part of us.
I'll give you that time to unwind,
From a backpack full of issues.
But don't expect me to wait for you,
While you locate something to wear
To properly address it!
That's been done at my expense for too long.
Now I want my way...
Or no way at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom of Speech
A freedom of speech...
Is generally upheld by those,
Who are not offended or opposed...
To either printed or expressed content.
And always they are in control of the editing,
Of others they refuse an equal point of view.
To say that one has a freedom of speech...
Is governed by those who create such laws.
In a democracy that has its flaws.
And excuse what they do to undermine others...
Who do not control the medium used,
That extends such 'freedoms'...
To those affected by the abuse of degradations.
Or can affect public opinion!
Nor manifest a protest in defense,
By character assassination...
Defamation and its effectiveness!
And those who protect such expressions...
As freedoms they select,
Are the ones who do their best...
To address what they do by means of indirectness.
Or through an accepted comedic ignorance,
Vocalized by an apologetic edit.
But the image remains just as blemished.
Even though a language preferred,
Has a high degree of illiteracy!
But a picture,
However...
Paints more than just words to unnerve.
And in the doing...
What laws are broken,
If no one is screwing?
And what would be those limits...
To pictorials recreating despicable images!
If they reflect a society demented.
And on a decline that is being documented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Wilderness Of Uncertainty
If I had a singular point to make,
From this one soul...
Coming face to face,
With a host of nameless expressions.
I would wish to appear fearless.
Travel as I wonder,
Which door to pick for a short visit.
Would I be embraced...
When my deepest thoughts are revealed,
Comfortably enough to retrace steps I've taken.
If I had a singular desire,
To inspire feelings of love...
I wish to share.
Would I recognize a caring there...
Communicating hope and faith.
And would that singular point I made,
Be accepted as an invitation...
To explore a togetherness,
In the wilderness of uncertainty...
Two free of doubt can journey.
Or will I be asked to leave,
To inspire no one to come with me...
In a search to uncover unconditional love.
Unrestricted...
By a consciousness confined to limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World's Address
I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night
Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight
I can see your secrets
No need to confess
Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
Life's parade of fashion just leaves me depressed
Under every garment i can see the world's address
Call the men of science and let them hear this song
Tell them albert einstein and copernicus were wrong
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
Call the men of science and let them hear this song
Tell them albert einstein and copernicus were wrong
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll say it one more time for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Unappreciated
She was his toy, his plaything
to be put away when done.
And she, the fool accepted it
and accepted all the fun.
But at some point the fun she'd had
became a source of pain.
And like a doll that breaks into pieces
and is never played with again,
She stared at him with glassy eyes
wondering what he would do?
He simply left in search of another
and she realized she was through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Speaking Greek
If didn't make sense to you
Just maybe it wasn't suppose to.
The man and mouse speak.
It's of a language thought to be of Greek.
So foreign are the mouth movements.
With micro expressions that tell you nothing.
With honesty how can you condemn?
A famine upon the eyes.
With a desire for something with a little more taste.
Poor little man, poor little mouse, such a wasted life.
You are but of the same class.
Separated from everyone by a social status and stature.
You hatch ideas all your own, but they will never be accepted because they will never understand.
They mark you with a label and a branding.
You just don't fit the accepted standard.
So you sit upon the shelf like an unwanted and avoided toy.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Flushed With a Gush!
Protecting one's domain,
Is a natural human instinct.
To have some say...
Which way this should be done.
And how to do it,
In a way that pleases everyone,
Is a theory created by fools!
Especially those who invade when they come.
Protecting one's domain,
Can become vicious.
Can become wicked...
Strange and insane!
But there are those,
Who continue to impose...
A point of view
That will pull the guts of humanity,
Sucking away in a twirling whirlpool...
Flushed with a gush!
Down with the stench of cussing fuss...
Thrusted through an awaiting drain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Mess
To those who 'get it'!
Congratulations.
To those who don't...
Congratulations!
The end result will still be the same.
Some will stack denials
Upon a growing pack that piles.
While others will reject
The familiar BS with common regret.
Leaving all to be affected with the usual disrespect!
And that's what I 'don't get'.
If what is happening is not accepted...
Why aren't more rejecting what is given,
For a preference they expect?
You can't blame 'that' on 'them' for your mess!
Or a neglect you find troubling to admit and confess!
Seeing the 'self'...is very difficult.
Seeing the 'self'...can be the best!
At least you know who to point the finger to...
When you blow a 'fuse' that induces your own stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Was Here To Impress
Your approach and style,
Seems to have had its benefits...
And advantages.
'I know.
And I find that remarkable.
To sit back and see my influence,
All over the place.
Especially copied by those,
Who didn't know the difference...
Between poetic verse and definition.
Or the rhyming done within prose.'
How do you feel about that?
'My track record speaks for itself.
And besides...
If I was here to impress,
I'd be the first to address that in forums.
To compose with a showing,
The deepness of my sincerity.
To those convinced I offer originality.
And not plagiarized imaginations,
To gain notoriety.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Must Confess
Today I confess to you
one of my biggest fears
That you don’t feel the same as I do.
Today I confess to you
one of my greatest joys
For this feeling gives me great happiness.
Today I confess to you
my grandest accomplishment
To be able to have this feeling.
Today I must confess to you
That seeing you
Makes me feel complete.
Today I must confess to you
That your touch
Heals all my pain.
Today I must confess to you
what I feel is painful
And it makes it more grand.
Today I must confess to you
That no one shares
What my heart feels for you.
Today I must confess to you
My deepest feeling,
I love you!
poem by Maria Segura
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Assimilation
We are all united as one.
That is our policy!
And with any assimilation,
Considered to be done...
It 'has' to be understood,
Those of different ethnic and cultural...
Expressions to invest,
To expose a pride and diversity...
Will be rejected!
Unless...
It is confessed,
That 'our' way of doing things...
Is accepted as expected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Missing Links
T he year 2000 spotlit point
W here man's collective consciousness
I s spanned by artificial joint -
S tructured, time set. Nonetheless,
T here is no landmark to appoint.
I llusions pass, - untimely guess -
N othing is there to anoint,
G od crown, dreams bless, or fears confess.
S uch idle concepts disappoint,
K indle instability, distress,
E ngender, as their counterpoint
I mage “unknown at that address”.
N o hair divides the desert from the sown
S ave that between 'I occupy', 'I own'...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Protecting Integrities
Why would I have interest,
In someone who's main objective...
Is to whore around.
Even an embryo would know,
Sound judgement is absent...
Especially if that decision became effective,
With a 'yes' that is accepted.
And consent is passed?
For a piece of...attention!
Some people rush into these arrangements.
And with no consideration at all.
Of someone's feelings, objectives or politcal affiliation.
However...
There are those like myself who have had a few flings,
And a couple of one night stands.
Perhaps several 'quickies' too!
But that's not the point I am making here.
I did and still do not consider myself a 'whore'.
And 'that' is the big difference in one's perception,
As to what is done. Services delivered. And attitude.
Prior to any 'admitted' whorish activities being exchanged,
One has to clarify the situation AND interpret the involvement...
On a needs to know which needs are being pleased basis!
With the acknowledgement of protecting integrities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Protecting Of Senseless Images
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
People are more connected,
To the making of impressions.
With a protecting of senseless images...
Publicly displayed,
While they charade impeccably dressed.
People seem too afraid,
To address what affects their well being.
And with a tolerance that is accepted,
Permit a poisoning of their minds...
To ignore both rhyme and reason.
Even if the effects with an approved neglect,
Brings them to choose either correctness or death.
Death wins!
Because people are more connected,
To an addiction of making impressions.
And in death...
Those who mourn will comment on how one looks,
Dressed impeccably in a 'box' to be dropped six feet under.
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
In disbelief...
As to what people choose to grieve and prioritize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is What You Do Done to Impress?
Do what you like.
Do it with devotion.
Perfecting what is done...
With heartfelt emotion.
Unknown to anyone.
Keep focused and honest.
Maintain your integrity.
Defend your creation with dignity.
Never become offended,
By lack of compliment!
Remember...
You are doing what it is you like.
Whether or not your good deeds are accepted...
Why should you care...?
Who ties your shoes?
Or brushes your teeth?
Who has to get from point A to B?
Whether openly or discreet!
Is what you do done to impress?
Or...
Address who it is that you are?
And this is shown to whomever you meet!
You can confuse this if you wish.
You will not be alone!
And if you do what you like,
Since that is who you are.
And all your life this has been expressed.
Regardless of who or what brought you times of unhappiness.
Establish who you are.
It is a priceless feeling...
To know oneself.
And not to be compromised with that to comprehend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Day Unbroken One Awakens to See
From sensitive to monster.
Cold and thoughtless.
From homo to queer.
And other names I've heard called,
Over the many years.
From lazy to workaholic.
And from too discipline and driven...
Are those titles I've been given.
But vicious I am not.
Although I do live in that atmosphere.
Where people will unite quickly...
To throw daggers and eyes of spears.
And one day unbroken one awakens to see...
The levels experienced by those of different consciousness.
Which of those living in reality...
Oppose to those who curse themselves,
In accepted darkness.
To then realize who's life should be prioritized.
And which nonsense to dismiss.
And before one can blink an eye,
This is done!
Well...
Perhaps a few blinks.
But my point is this...
Whatever one chooses to dismiss,
Can and will be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wrote A Nonsense Poem
I WROTE A NONSENSE POEM
I wrote a nonsense poem
It said a nonsense thing
Yesterday is not today
And winter is not spring.
I wrote a nonsense poem
It didn’t have a name
It began and so fast finished
No wonder I’m ashamed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Return Of The Rat
You better watch out
You better beware
Theyre coming from all sides of the country
You better beware
Return of the rat
No, no, no, no!
You better confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess
Originally by greg sage and the wipers
song performed by by Nirvana
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When a man fails to see the truth of certain generally accepted views, there is no law compelling him to provoke animosity by announcing his dissent.
quote by George Henry Lewes
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