Move On With Your Charming Ways Fixed To Leech
You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.
And instead of getting angered,
I respected you...
And suggested to you with hints.
To only have you say to me...
My way to you did not make sense.
You requested my assistance,
In your questioned delivery.
And when I insisted that I could not...
You began to offend my dignity.
And now when I don't respond to you,
With an expressed interest...
You want to defame my intentions meant,
By claiming in public with derogatory statements...
What you think about me,
To those who have no clue about your indignities.
And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.
My experience in doing this for myself,
Is not transferrable to anyone else...
To decide what it is I have pursued for years,
Takes for them too much time to accomplish.
Because work and sweat is involved with some tears.
And like I have stated to you once before,
It is not me but you,
That must open your own doors.
I am not assigned to be anyone's butler,
Doormat.
Or slave!
I may offer to assist,
But when my assistance is regarded useless...
Move on with your charming ways fixed to leech.
Don't stab me in the back,
Because your insecurities wish to see me bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process Isn't As Simple
I find it pointless,
To discuss how a process is done...
And takes place,
To anyone who has not expressed...
Just more of an interest.
If anyone has never been on stage to act.
Or has picked up a pen or a pencil,
To write...
Generating that kind of motivation in one's head...
Is to me like asking,
What does it take to lay an egg?
There is 'nothing' here to work with.
Neither is the person asking this queston a hen...
WITH a pencil OR a pen.
Nor has any attempts been made...
To lay that egg!
I am one of those people,
Who has to see some effort being achieved!
Especially if my assistance is requested.
The process isn't as simple,
As that hen may make it look!
'How is the rooster involved in all of this? '
Trust me.
Once you 'really' get a bonafide interest...?
You will begin the process of research,
On your own.
That 'desire' will be there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting Idle With Others
I will 'assist' you.
And commit myself,
To assisting you.
However...
If you are here to observe my assistance.
As if this is your priority.
With complaints as to what I do.
And how what I do gets done.
One of us is analyzing an assistance being made.
And guess which one will eventually become disappointed?
When that committment of an assistance leaves.
And guess who will be left sitting idle with others in discussion,
As to who does not fulfill obligations.
With skills of blaming used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open Up Your Wallets...
I appreciate the participation,
However...
Why do you find it neccessary,
To interrupt my reading.
'It's not poetry.
It's some form of a narrative.
At least that's what I was taught at Harvard.'
I see.
And were you also taught at Harvard,
To be disrespectful, insidious and a flaming fool?
'That's what I mean...
This delivery is a narrative.'
IF I am stretching my creative expression,
To incorporate the evolution of humanity...
With my interpretations,
By keeping up to date....
WHO are YOU to define that direction,
With attempts to confine it within your limitations?
Haven't you Harvard people done enough already?
'That's offensive!
And what is that suppose to mean? '
I have no idea!
You're the one equipped with the definitions.
And...
I am...
Quite pleased!
You were wonderful.
Ladies and gentleman.
Give this man your applause.
Wasn't he great.
Sir...
Absolutely stunning.
Thank you so much for agreeing to assist,
With my expanding reach to bring this form of expression...
To broaden a field once regarded,
As speech for the elite.
Thank you.
Now...
My next poem will be,
'Open Up Your Wallets...
Pull Out Two Twenties.
Approach the Podium...
And Show Me Your Love.
'That title is rather long.
AND...
I regard that as solicitation.'
Sir...
Come here please.
I have something I need to say,
Only to you.
Listen up.
Within this poem,
You will discover...
There is no need for a duet delivery.
Trust me.
I appreciate your assistance,
When upon request.
I'll slip you a buck.
Now...
Your attention is requested.
And...
Forgive my directive.
But...
Please shut up,
And return to your seat!
Attention everyone.
I am about to recite my last 'piece'.
This is my most endearing,
Heartfelt composition.
I am needing your thorough concentration.
Silence.
Thank you.
And...
~Open up your wallets,
And...
Lift, lift from out of your wallets quick,
Two twenty dollar bills...
And approach the podium with it.
Put them in my hand,
And then leave.
No need for applause...
That alone will please me.~
I thank you all for attending.
You have no idea how appreciative,
You have made me this evening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let The Digging Begin
Those who sought less outside involvement,
In their lives...
Were the first to cry,
They were dieing inside...
From a lack of resources.
Now that they've chosen,
And won to receive less assistance...
To feed their needs.
They are now proclaiming,
They wish more greed to proceed.
Shall we...
Let the digging begin?
No one wishes their fantasies to end!
And blaming the leadership,
That borrowed from others that fed them...
Foolishly over the edge,
Those blind jump in...
To avoid a crisis they initiated and began.
Let,
The digging...
Begin!
Those that make sense to them,
Offend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cicero: The Budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed, lest Rome will become bankrupt. People must again learn to work instead of living on public assistance.
line from A Pillar of Iron, script by Taylor Caldwell (1965)
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Too Blinded By Delusion
If you knew they were going to be hit,
By oncoming traffic...
Why did you not offer to them,
Any assistance?
'I offered.
I even insisted to be dismissed.
Then told I thought I knew everything.
Too blinded by delusion...
When I should learn how to accept the facts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting This Kind of Mistreatment
When someone says to you,
Your assistance is not needed.
Nor any suggestions from you they've requested.
And you sense you are being treated like a pest.
A nuisance they rather disregard,
That makes you get upset?
Take deep breaths and little steps...
Closer to the nearest exit,
To leave!
And forget the episode!
Something about you annoys.
But you do not have to be annoyed,
By anyone's display of ignorance.
See it for what it is and retreat.
And IF...
You have a need,
To repeat getting this kind of mistreatment?
Next time...
Just rollover on the floor,
After being walked on.
And play dead!
Perhaps by delivering this reaction,
You will accomplish a mutual satisfaction.
That pleases what is sought and understood.
With something acceptable for you,
That has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Familiar Routine
Why have I stopped a familiar routine?
I began to notice,
How others became annoyed with it.
Believing I had nothing else to do,
But to offer them my assistance...
As if I had something to prove.
And after eliminating a familiar routine,
As a practice to be involved...
With a contribution of a doing of things,
I decided my own happiness would benefit...
From the more time I now give to it.
With a doing of that I have yet to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box
there are bomb? doors and there are revolving doors doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors there are doors that open by themselves there are sliding doors and there are secret doors there are doors that lock and doors that don't there are doors that let you in and out but never open but there are trap doors that you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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In none of the cases examined in this study was the existence of these gun registration records of any assistance in detecting a crime and no one questioned during the course of this study could offer any evidence to establish the value of the system of registering weapons.
quote by Colin Greenwood
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Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that dont
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But there are trapdoors
That you cant come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We are taking the steps necessary to be ready to send whatever assistance is requested of us, and we are preparing to receive citizens who seek refuge in our state.
quote by Jennifer Granholm
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Happiness Wishes
Once too often,
Many will come to one's aid...
To cater to a need stated.
With a giving done unquestioned.
And it only takes just one more time,
To make that time the last one.
With a giving done.
And whether it does or does not,
Deliver an awakening...
To affect one unconscious.
A sacrificing to do for another stops.
And those who do come,
To provide another with assistance...
Have lives of their own to live to do as done.
Lives lived they too come to realize,
Must also become prioritized...
Without jeopardizing their own,
Happiness wishes to want and not dismiss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pull Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But they are trapdoors
That you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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You Must Come Out of Disguise
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
If you insist upon using the same list,
You must approach those of 'lowlife' you depict...
With an undeniable,
Sincere sensibility...
If you choose what you say to stick.
You see...
They've grown accustomed to your capabilities.
And they believe you have yet to expose,
The depth of your sleaze.
They feel there is more you have yet to show.
I'd like to offer some suggestions...
Since your lack of commitment is in question.
You've infuriated the people with a periodic tease.
Their expectations have grown.
And like them I too believe...
Those who create and bait animosities,
Should not deliver them just to leave.
Your ability to deceive should be given proper credit.
Every aspect of it was from your mind as conceived.
I know my willingness to assist you,
Comes as a surprise.
But I've noticed your list of repeated indignities,
Needs a fresher delivery.
And you must come out of disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We do foreign assistance for altruistic reasons, certainly for humanitarian reasons, of course. But the main reason we do foreign assistance is we do it in the American national interest.
quote by Roger Wicker
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Direct Correcting
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
To obtain experience,
And gain a knowledge that transcends...
Where an 'awareness' accepted,
Once had been.
Rarely opens all minds at the same time.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
With a defense mechanism,
That stalled like a wall...
The coming in of a comprehension.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
But every now and then,
I can not just sit and pretend...
I am accepting of anyone's delivery to receive,
From them...
A blinding disrespect without my direct correcting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success...Depends On One's Definition Accepted
Those who seek assistance,
To spearhead their own success.
Hope for an easy way to accomplish it.
With less stress and aggravation.
And without the breaking,
Of seen public sweat.
Some would prefer it gift wrapped,
AND delivered!
Success is not guaranteed.
Even when one places a bet!
Many who choose to gamble,
Are hopeful for the best.
But will come to grips with what they get.
If the mind is in doubt...
It does not matter what the outcome is about.
There will always be questions,
For those who sequester themselves...
In bewilderment.
And seeking approval to be convinced.
Being successful,
And having that expressed...
Depends on one's definition accepted.
As well as 'who' and with 'what',
Addresses the desired affect.
Some rather shop around for appearances.
While others bog themselves down with 'work'!
Because of concept and not perceptions...
Based upon satisfactions done.
And known to get down on knees...
If necessary in compliance with one's belief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insisted
There is so much about life we do know!
And so much about it we pretend does not exist.
Only to medicate ourselves,
To accept a point of view...
Insisted with the assistance of complaints,
We all share and defend...
That the 'reality' lived,
Has to have a normalcy that 'is' crazed!
In a conformity that is allowed,
Preferred and recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We'll See How That Goes
Had you ever felt offended,
By receiving an invitation from an enterprise...
Who initially did not seek your presence inside.
Where others who patronize were welcomed to sit.
And the only reason you received an invitation...
Was to assist this enterprise from going out of business?
And it has been requested you assist them to avoid this?
Did you feel offended?
OR has this ever happened to you?
And when closed eyes finally open to a wider view,
Would you rather spend time with people like that?
Or where services are rendered...
And people without exception know how to exchange respect.
Especially when business and money is involved.
'So...
Are you going to accept the invitation? '
No.
But I may offer to buy their business.
We'll see how that goes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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