Multi-Talented
Have I come back with the same rap to unpack?
Perhaps.
Will I be uncouth expressing not a hint of tact?
You can count on that!
Will I reveal facts or just deliver belligerence?
Well...
That's something I haven't done,
Since the last verbal counterattack!
No one won nor was stunned.
How disappointing!
None of that is planned.
Since I am not in a premeditative mood...
To be recalled upon demand.
Although my attitude depends,
On who comes in with more ignorance
Than I can normally stand or myself send,
With an enraged insanity controlled on command.
But I'd be willing to expose a dose or two to throw...
If situations get out of hand!
I've been told I can show I'm multi-talented,
At a moments notice!
And...
Give an exit that is awesome as well as grand!
Unlike some folks,
I have been trained to exceed expectations.
I did not just sit in class!
I became a master prepared to blast any task,
Requiring both attention and completion to satisfy.
'No one here has asked for your resumé.
You have been invited to join us.
Are you coming in or not? '
Well...
I suppose.
Since you are not going to formally introduce me!
'And please...
Do your best to subdue your obnoxiousness! '
ME?
Obnoxious?
I'm appalled by that accusation!
Bring me a scotch and ginger!
HELLO EVERYONE I'M HERE!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Time Consuming
Drop your expectations,
That I have come here to protect against insults
And other offensive verbal assaults.
Comments that offend,
Are not isolated to those addicted to them.
And anyone blessed...
With determination,
Does not rest.
And knows how obnoxious some folks can get.
But that does not impede...
One obsessed with the success of progress.
Insults seem to feed their ambitions!
And to get folks like this angered until they 'hiss'...
Is a regretful stinging given,
No one quickly forgets to easily dismiss.
So...
Drop your expectations
That I have come here to protect against insults
And other offensive verbal assaults.
I am hoping to maintain my focus.
And not be made to address issues and other notions.
They are too time consuming to brood with an attitude.
And attitude with mood...
I can give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Tears To Deliver What It Is I've Got
I've been told I use people,
For my own personal gain.
I would like to know,
What it is that I used from them?
Since it has been my own blood,
Sweat,
And yes...
Many tears to deliver what it is,
I've got!
And no volunteers,
To share those hard knocks!
Only God has been there,
To stop my insanity!
As I sat alone sipping Scotch...
With no rocks!
I've been told I use people,
For my own personal gain.
And I suspect those who have said that...
Are finding me less accessible to use,
To accuse me of misdeed to claim fame.
When I sign my own name,
There is no proxy assigned to blame.
Nor am I foolish enough to challenge ignorance.
And to them I 'use' to give of myself freely...
Perhaps my lack of seeking their attention,
Has them more willing to mention 'my' efforts!
And what it is they no longer from me get.
And...
Less time do I give to the thinking of this!
I like to lay down facts.
Not horror stories that may attract.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Review The Inventory
Back up!
Let's review the inventory.
It is not okay,
For you to create...
What you believe takes place,
In my life.
Without an invoice or evidence,
To prove you have taken stock...
Of how I live and apply,
My ongoing activities.
But others perceive,
You to be a person of tact.
And I find that laughable.
Now...
If you wish to address,
Me personally...
With your issues.
I would suggest you do that.
To prevent your own embarrassment.
Before it is exposed you are way off track.
Back up!
Let's review the inventory.
You have made claims,
Released to speak about me...
As if they were facts.
But nothing I've supplied,
Promotes your stabbing me in my back.
Unless you seek with me a confrontation?
And verbal attacks to satisfy a shouting match,
I have long left to explore the benefits of maturity.
And plenty of that I will upon you unpack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selective Obnoxiousness
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
Intentional and done to perfect what they do best.
Annoy since no other attention do they get!
Some folks make it their priority,
To make sure their presence is known.
Sometimes through use of flattery,
Much of it overblown.
Ignoring them is a challenge,
For the one who has been picked.
And responding with crude rudeness...
Gives them not a hint,
Those they choose to monitor...
Are not amused by it one bit!
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
And quietly minding one's own business,
Is like feeding fresh unhooked worms,
To a school of fish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People who are too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful and feel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Some psychologists call it a conflict between ego-orientation, or between extrinsic and intrinsic motivation... but in all cases, what counts is whether attention is turned away from the task at hand and focused on the self and its future rewards, or whether it is instead trained on the task itself. The latter attitude seems the more fruitful.
Thank You For The Memories
I 'should' care...
You are limited in awareness?
Yet when I was in despair...
You weren't there at all!
You actually expect me,
In your descend to cushion your fall?
Like you I am a work-in-progress!
Stumbling and learning...
How to stand tall from a crawl!
My heart is not made of steel.
My feelings like yours are very real!
And what goes around comes back around!
This lesson your experiencing now...
For me has no appeal!
But I thank you for the memories,
That helped inspire me...
To see through folks like you with ease!
And have no guilt when from you I leave!
God has given me the kind of strength within...
That satisfies and pleases all of my needs,
Without the use of deceit as a disguise to offend.
As I observe you in nakedness now,
Choosing excuses and ignorance to defend!
Hoping that I will have encouragement to send!
I recommend,
You extend your hand to Him!
There might be a hint of bitterness recalled...
And I may say something to you that offends!
I recommend,
Again!
You extend your hand to Him!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Is A Quick Tip
Here is a quick tip,
For those who name drop.
And believe they can sit to assess someone,
Based upon what they have heard by others.
And have bought with a selling what they've been told.
I would suggest to never do that unless...
The person being assessed,
Is formally auditioning for approval and acceptance.
Since assessments in many situations,
Come to disappoint those who do it.
Especially...
When they notice they are the ones,
Who have been quickly picked as those to leave behind...
By someone who seeks and finds an exit.
Without an apology or a mention as to 'why',
They must do what is observed being done and abruptly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faultfinder
I thought you said you were leaving?
Your barrage of childish complaints
Left us all with verbal indigestion
We are still reeling from that colic pain.
You are always demanding to be pleased
I wonder if your friendships abound?
Surely your bossy ways made the ties cease
A pain in the neck comes when you're around.
You dictate, criticize, impolitely impose
Such a negative attitude seeks to vex
Perhaps you grew up in that, I suppose
It only displays your superiority complex.
Better assess what is inside your heart
What comes out of your lips reveal more
I don't value your attention and thus depart
Your words expose what in your heart you store.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Supplies My Need
I am going to remind you...
I can be obnoxious!
I think that's what you wish.
More of my obnoxiousness.
A provoking you do,
To inflict an ego to bruise...
Is observed and viewed.
Amuses.
And quite funny too!
I know you're using methods,
To pinpoint my state of mind!
I wouldn't waste that time.
I am not one self obsessed.
I feel happy to be who I am and blessed.
But I can be obnoxious!
And do that amongst the best.
Especially when someone selects...
Me,
To test as they pest!
That kind of attention...
I really don't deserve.
And I confess...
That kind of energy you provide,
Supplies my need to further my conquests!
Thank you,
For coming to aid my motivation!
'That' is an inspiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Obnoxiousness
There is nothing I've done...
You are now discovering,
I had not already known.
With a clarity and understanding.
It was implemented,
With a consciousness involved.
Tested for effect,
And perfected to heighten controversy.
That was a must.
An ingredient involved.
Did you think I would do anything,
Without prior testing?
How do you think I can become this obnoxious?
This is 'my' obnoxiousness,
I wish to sit and settle within your mind!
Do you find it needs to be a little more tweaked?
My dear,
Come here and let me make this clear!
Come sit.
This is no accident or secret kept.
I've spent time doing my best,
To attract your disgust!
And to shake you into a sweat...
That leaves your eyebrows arched.
If they are not,
I get upset.
I want you so sick of me...
Until you are addicted!
And your addiction to my obnoxiousness,
Has got to be the only obnoxiousness you expect...
With a rage you accept and enjoy!
That is my goal I've produced to employ!
Don't tell me now it is 'not' unique.
Don't tell me now your toes don't curl on your feet.
And every hair on your head does not stand on edge?
Until you steam and make this pledge...
'I can't 'stand' what he says! '
I want that as your motto.
I want that in your head!
What more can I say that I have not already said?
Now go...
And bring me more clients!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The old man and his stone
an old man
seated alone
on his stone bench
invited me
almost invisible
gesticulating with his hand
sit down beside me
we did not say a word
together we just heard
nothing but our silence
he invited me
to take a look in his garden
he took me by my hand
guiding me
through the open gate
he gave me a grand tour
in his Japanese paradise
and wanted to know
if I would be able
to show him
that spot
he was searching for
all his life
so he could also see
all the larger stones
at once
I'll wait
and watch you
I stood
I sat down
I climbed a tree
while being up there
I could see
a smile on his face
expressing understanding grace
I walked around
accompanied
by the sound
of crackling shelves
I can count endlessly
maybe even further
In that serene garden
I could not find the spot
that place where I could see
all his stones
although I learned
during that search
there were fifteen different larger stones
that unknown space
where I see and count
the old man's 15th stone
there I was on my own
still searching
it was late
at last I returned
sat down beside the old man
on the other stone bench
he offered me his silence
and told me with his eyes
that a man or a woman
is wise
when admitting
accepting
a simple fact
you can see
you can count
all the stones
not at once
not on your own
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012
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Between Uncouth and Totally Disgusting
I have been told...
By some folks,
At times I lack tact!
I told them they were correct.
Since during those times,
I am not trying to find it at all!
In fact...
I am really going for ruthlessness.
And 'tact' is not generally a remembered quality,
I wish to leave.
If I achieve anything between uncouth,
And totally disgusting...
All has not been lost!
I have already qualified requirements,
For being outrageous.
So...
Don't find me at fault,
If I happen to be a bit slow to progress!
I am doing my best to fit in.
But the rules?
They keep changing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Will Admit They Knew
It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.
Forget that!
The unbearable days facing,
Those recently awakened...
Are traumatically dramatic.
With a hint that scents the air...
There is more of this to spare!
So much truth is out there now.
Remember the days when this was not allowed?
And those who dared to be honest out loud...
Had been declared negative.
And today their efforts should be spotlighted.
These folks should be applauded,
'Before' taking their bows!
It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.
And upon asking what they would do,
After going through what is known.
None will admit now,
They knew then what was coming.
Since they spent most of their time,
Ostracizing and shunning...
The ones they chased to noose to trees.
And dangling from a hanging.
While losing their breath...
Trying to get as many who were running,
Away...
To escape those blinded by lunacy.
Only updated today,
To put on display more of their craze!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Minute Man
[missy]
Ooooooh, i don't want i don't need i can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, oooh
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, oooh
Ohh, ohh..
[missy]
Boy i'ma make you love me, make you want me
And i'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See i'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no..
[missy]
Tonight i'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And i don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[chorus]
[jay-z]
Fifty grand i get this on one take (hova)
Look, i'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +independent+ ass out of here - question?
I'm not your man, not ralph tresvant
Not ronnie romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
Like i'm roberto duran.. no mas
Six a.m. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
[missy]
Ooooooh, i don't want i don't need i can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause i don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Give the command for Your war
Never in the time that I exist
did You declared human secrets
like now to me, things intertwined so deep,
given to me with illustrious meaning
enable me to become aware of the true facts
of mighty people threatening me and my nation
and there are pain and sorrow everywhere
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
Everyone wants a bit of happiness, an own little place
and now the smudging clouds are rolling away like fog
and without any fear You want me to go
with big and sincere pity
to them that are the enemies of me and my nation,
in spite of resistance, to go to them
to warn them, to spell your sentence out,
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
Lord these people do not fear You,
they are caught up in modern knowledge,
believe that You do not exist, are only a myth
but now I will put it straightforward with all inherent meaning:
I have irrefutable prescience that destruction waits
and this is not something that I allege
and the coming disaster is unknown in world history
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
l’Envoi
Lord God, if these oppressors do not come to repentance,
then let Your judgement fall, if they do not pray to You.
Almighty Lord, loosen Your winds to destroy,
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
poem by Gert Strydom
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Prioritized Attention Given
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.
It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.
Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.
That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Coming Out
Im coming out
Im coming
Im coming out
Im coming out
Im coming out
Im coming out
Im coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
Im coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show
Theres a new me coming out
And I just had to live
And I wanna give
Im completely positive
I think this time around
I am gonna do it
Like you never do it
Like you never knew it
Ooh, Ill make it through
The time has come for me
To break out of the shell
I have to shout
That Im coming out
Im coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
Im coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show
Im coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
Im coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show
Ive got to show the world
All that I wanna be
And all my billities
Theres so much more to me
Somehow, I have to make them
Just understand
I got it well in hand
And, oh, how Ive planned
Im spreadin love
Theres no need to fear
And I just feel so glad
Everytime I hear:
Im coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
Im coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Blame It On The Stones
Mister marvin middle class is really in a stew
Wondrin what the younger generations coming to
And the taste of his martini doesnt please his bitter tongue
Blame it on the rolling stones.
Blame it on the stones; blame it on the stones
Youll feel so much better, knowing you dont stand alone
Join the accusation; save the bleeding nation
Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the stones
Mother tells the ladies at the bridge club every day
Of the rising price of tranquilizers she must pay
And she wonders why the children never seem to stay at home
Blame it on the rolling stones.
Blame it on the stones; blame it on the stones
Youll feel so much better, knowing you dont stand alone
Join the accusation; save the bleeding nation
Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the stones
Fathers at the office, nightly working all the time
Trying to make the secretary change her little mind
And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes
Blame it on those rolling stones.
Blame it on the stones; blame it on the stones
Youll feel so much better knowing you dont stand alone
Join the accusation; same the bleeding nation
Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the stones
Blame it on the stones, blame it on the stones.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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A FEW Jealous People
So painful it must be,
To have those discretions disclosed.
There and scrutinized,
With no exit to run and hide.
And a pride that has been kept,
To manifest sacred and whispered secrets...
Can no longer be done,
Under microscope used by snooping folks stunned.
So painful it must be,
To have those discretions disclosed.
There and scrutinized,
With no exit to run and hide.
Every detail hyped with facading intentions,
Seem to reveal such depth of deceit.
Every detail hyped with facading intentions...
Releases more incredible maneuvering done,
Beyond and passed by...
The eyes of sleeping sheep.
And a pride that has been kept,
To manifest sacred and whispered secrets...
Can no longer be done,
Under microscope used by snooping folks stunned.
'I can not believe or accept what is being said about 'us'.
They are saying we advocate corruption and violence.
And 'we' are responsible for our undisciplined,
And disrespectful children.
And listen to this,
This is most appalling...
THEY are even saying we condone decadence,
That has become a part of our quality of life.
I am ENRAGED! '
~Calm down, honey!
First of all...
Who are THEY? ~
'A 'few' jealous people,
Who are envious of our way of life.'
~Well...
There you go.
You said those key words...
'A FEW jealous people'.
Ignore them! ~
'Honey...
You are so right!
Why am I getting so worked up,
Over a 'few' comments made by disgruntled people...
Who will never see it from our point of view.
Why am I looking at this TV channel anyway? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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