Never Together Again
I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
How can you demand,
When I've asked from you something?
I don't think I should command.
Or expect respect.
That should be given.
Of that I do not neglect.
And you expect it?
When you neglect it?
I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
I try to be hospitable.
I don't welcome with attacks.
To bite and then regret.
To greet and meet to leave upset.
I am not like you.
I welcome not condescend.
Nor do I solicit attention,
To be focused on me.
Using that as a forum,
To exploit me on the scene.
I am not like you.
I could never be like that.
But I can be quite indignant,
When I learn I've been scandalized...
Behind my back,
By you.
I am not like you,
And you are just like that.
Bitter.
And unable to forgive.
Baiting to become the center of attention.
And using me as the subject,
Of your sorrows.
I am not you,
But you are just like that.
And that is why you and I,
Have no tomorrows...
To await for apologies to soothe.
With alibis and excuses too.
I am not you,
But you are just like that.
And that is why you and I,
Could never experience another forever,
Ever together,
Again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Benefits To Pay Attention
I can quickly forgive and understand a child,
Who takes an escapade with a making a mistake...
At my expense.
I expect this from a child adventuring,
Out into the world to establish for themselves...
A building of their own common sense.
This I accept and expect.
With a patience in the beginning given.
And hoping in their minds something eventually connects.
However...
With the giving of circumstances and considering one's age,
There are stages of life when it benefits to pay attention.
And if one continues to disrespect others to neglect,
Difficult it becomes for me to repeatedly forgive and forget.
Especially when a doing is done,
Over and over and over by someone...
Who cruises through life making the same mistakes,
With new excuses easy to use refusing to face truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Attention of That Kind Has Been Fed
I don't expect your praise.
In fact...
I don't expect you to acknowleged anything I do.
I am not on that mission.
Seeking attention of that kind has been fed.
However...
What I do expect,
Is a clue you know something about self respect.
And so far I suspect,
We both have become disappointed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This The Reason You've Been Distant
Should one forgive and forget,
An intentional 'slighting' done?
The kind that is directed and meant,
From a mind in pre-meditative stages.
I've gotten tired of being the one to understand.
By those who quickly accept and forget,
Before the carelessness of thought begins...
The same shhh...stuff, again!
Can you hear what I am saying?
You could at least nod your head.
And pretend I am worthy,
Of 'some' of your attention!
Should one forgive and forget,
An intentional 'slighting' done?
The kind that is directed and meant,
From a mind in pre-meditative stages?
'How do you think I should answer that?
Tell me how do you wish for me to respond?
I don't want either one of us to get upset.
Nor do I wish to say something I might regret.
How do you think I should answer that?
And what would you do and think of next? '
I've understood and given you attention.
But from you 'that' I don't get.
Whether or not I am upset.
The only thing I wish we had that I do regret,
Is communication.
And how that prolongs happiness in a relationship.
'If one is not happy why doesn't one leave? '
Like you have already done?
Is that what you are saying to me?
Are you saying,
You have long gone...
And I am told by you in third person?
Is this the reason you've been distant?
With an eagerness to dismiss yourself,
When I begin to reminisce.
And the chill I feel in the air,
Comes from a cold shoulder!
Waiting to be warmed in someone else's arms.
I should be alarmed by this.
But I am not.
You've taught me to expect,
Anything from you.
And I do.
Yes...
I do!
I have even regretted I once had said that to you too!
When it was meant,
I believed it!
Before the games began.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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All And Any Explanation Is A Pointless Endeavor
No more time is there to be given,
For the purpose of enabling...
Unconscious or misguided people.
The patience of those sacrificial...
Has been replaced with rewards of peace.
Frustrations from people like this has been released.
Those who don't get,
What has been there for them to have gotten...
Need no longer to explain themselves,
With alibis and excuses made they can now drop.
These days that have come,
Requires everyone's full attention.
And not the attention focused on them.
But an attention for those who have awakened...
For a quickened evaluation,
Of all that speeds by within a twinkling of an eye!
And if anyone is not equipped to see it mentally,
All and any explanation is a pointless endeavor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Knowing What One Has Done
Doing something done,
From the goodness of one's heart...
One should not expect a return to be given,
Reflecting neglect and disappointment.
Or even attention awaiting to be mentioned.
If a 'thank you' is not expressed?
One should not experience,
A nervous breakdown.
The blessing comes one gets to acknowledge,
Is in the knowing what one has done for another...
From the heart.
The award received has already been achieved.
Why seek it to be transplanted to feelings of being,
Unappreciated?
Especially...
When something healthy and nourishing has occured.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neglect Does Not Encourage Nourishment
What gives you the right to expect respect,
When none from you has been shown or given.
There is a give and take one most learn to tolerate.
Neglect does not encourage nourishment,
For any champion seeking to bloom.
What are you here to offer?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to See It For What It Is
A lie told,
Is never loyal
To the one who tells it!
It comes back to bite.
And it is not apologetic at all.
In fact it wants to prove,
How foolish the teller of it is.
It does not forgive.
Or want to listen,
When the truth appears.
And the truth...
Exposing a lie with a lashing.
A thrashing soon not to forget.
And the truth,
Can become quite indignant...
When slighted!
Or upset.
Why people continue to fight it,
Or try to hide it...
Is a hard lesson for some to learn!
Many never do.
Choosing to live lives,
Behind excuses built upon alibis.
And this, of course...
Diminishes any remorse,
A falsity of sincerety shows.
But they aren't aware of that.
And that saddens the character,
They have selected to portray...
That day!
Their shallowness becomes as visible,
As an image does...
Behind clear and crystal clean glass!
Once that becomes obvious,
It is easier to see a lie for what it is and pass!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
poem by David Harris
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I Accept Apologies
Have I done many things,
That were 'blindly' experimenttal?
Well...
I was not completely blind.
And yes,
I confess to being adventurous.
Do I have regrets,
For doing those things...
That were less socially accepted?
Gee...
You have no idea how I wish,
These questions you ask...
Were from a multiple choice test.
But...
I was born with a creative nature.
And I've done my best to express those interests.
So...
Even though some folks may have been upset,
I have no regrets.
Hopefully a time will come,
When more will welcome that choice to live.
And people will remove their noses,
From cracks and crevices on other folks exposed.
I keep my fingers crossed on that!
'You are direct and bold,
Aren't you? '
What did you expect?
Apologies made with excuses?
'Well...
Yes.
I guess.'
I accept apologies!
But...
Excuses I don't make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love with respect
Love gives comfort; respect gives courage.
Love sedates one and respect inspires.
Love lulls you and respect awakes you.
You can’t demand love but command respect.
Love with respect or respect with love
Is what people, be high or low, expect
From those outside their family circle.
There only exist human relations.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stay Gone
I'll fawn over photographs
That you never would get to see
Swallow your own neglect
With your miserable company
Your daughter forgot her memories
Your daughter forgot her
Remember these
I'm over the precedent
Of a false security
No matter how I come back
You can never be proud of me
It's too long to stay gone
It's too long to stay gone
[Chorus]
I don't regret what words were said-
Deserved respect you never had
Watching the world keep falling around you
I don't expect your hand in this
Under duress and influence
Watching the world keep falling around you
I'll fawn over photographs
That you never would get to see
No matter how I come back
You can never be proud of me
It's too long to stay gone
It's too long to stay gone
[Chorus]
I don't regret what words were said-
Deserved respect you never had
Watching the world keep falling around you
I don't expect your hand in this
Under duress and influence
Watching the world keep falling around you
(around you
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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So Many Caring Less
I have a respect for accepted correctness.
With a doing of my best,
To give from me what is expected.
Although I must confess,
In doing that which I wish to achieve...
There seems to be so many caring less,
As to how others they mistreat...
But want for themselves shown no neglect.
With an attention given to them as if they were royalty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So far I haven't really been prominent enough to get critical attention focused on me. So, of course, I fully expect bad reviews, but I will be wracked with misery as a result.
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Ten ways to restful mind
Give one-sixth extra time for travel.
Provide one tenth income for old age.
Buy, only when driven by demand.
Lend not, instead, gift one tenth of it.
Hold words, unless asked for.
Help or not, but never hurt.
Expect one-third less output.
Anticipate one-third more input.
Leave wealth only by a Will.
Never exploit others’ weakness.
Then you will have fewer worries.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Frustrations Cursed
If we show You neglect...
Neglected are our lives reflected.
If we expect to be comforted,
Without giving You
The attention we must that is due...
To release us in a peace,
That soothes.
No comfort comes that subdues!
Since we forget...
Who You are that has kept us,
Living in a World
Twirling in a Universe.
Swirling in a pattern...
Only You have made and created to happen!
Without the trust in You,
To deliver us from these times affixed and glued.
We will remain thoughtless without hint or clue...
Why our frustrations cursed,
And thirsted.
Leave us rushing in a collective gloom...
We perfect and decide to choose,
In a destructive blossoming bloom...
With each bomb that drops and booms!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Say It Is Never Too Late, It Is!
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
The only thing those who choose to procrastinate do,
Is use more time to make excuses.
And this they do from the experience of it!
Doing so to abuse someone's time.
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
With thoughtlessness attached.
And at the expense of getting attention.
Since their comprehension is only used to waste.
In celebration of their own hesitation.
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
With an aspiration to agitate those exasperated,
To heights of exacerbation unnecessarily created.
And pleasing no one but those who choose to bait,
Disrespect and neglect achieved.
For those who say it is never too late,
It is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Most Dependable
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
And on them we're dependent,
But we choose them to offend.
We think of them to think of us,
When daylight comes until it ends.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often those we disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cut and Separate Quick to Split
There are those who believe themselves chosen,
To hold up the process of one's life.
They are the ones who elect to be understood...
With no comprehension or faith to do things.
Not the way they should be done.
Unless they have a say...
In which way they decide,
What has to be done for them is right.
And something that initiates,
A feeling of false pride.
Even though what gets done,
Is at a time that arrives too late for some.
With an expectation for others they delay...
Should sit and wait with a patience,
That has become frayed.
Strained and frazzled.
Or...
They wish to debate uselessly,
Over that which should have taken place.
And wasting as much time as they can,
To be understood!
'For goodness sake!
I am not the cause for this reaction! '
When folks like this,
Began to flaunt excuses to abuse and disrespect...
Never acknowledge what it is that they do,
Because from you they will determine...
You have become accustomed to their neglect!
And from you expect apologies.
Sever yourself from these kinds of people.
Cut and separate quick to split...
From this addicting BS.
And have none of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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