Non-Fictionalized
They are looking for volume.
Something to validate...
What I've known since the age of eight.
And...
I appreciate volume.
If it doesn't carry the same aftertaste.
And gives me vivid variety of assorted flavor.
They are looking to uncover style and content.
And I deliver that with my own approach to facts.
All as 'is' with original innovation.
I'm in the midst of creating history.
Yes I am,
Aware of that.
And...
They are looking for escapades based upon fiction.
And I,
Well...
I seek longevity.
There is something about it that appeals to me.
The non-fictionalized kind!
One that will always be,
Timelessly up in somebody's face.
With the making of fresh declarations.
And never outdated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Should I See For A Return Payment
Why do you carry with you,
Pacifiers, blankets, a case of diapers...
Small bottles of juice,
And a variety of assorted cookies?
You look as if you have come to babysit.
And not to deliver lessons from your teachings.
'I like to keep pro-active.
Or think I've come prepared anyway.
I am always prepared to deliver what is needed.'
As a visiting professor,
Don't you think these college students...
Will find your approach to use as quite foolish?
'And...May I say?
By the end of the day,
Who should I see to discuss...
A return payment on my investment? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Lie Low In Denial
It is in the approach that does it.
Something genuine that can not be dismissed.
Something that reeks of sincerity!
And the one who is approached...
Knows this.
And that is why...
Those who lie low in denial,
Have a difficult time making eye contact.
So difficult it is for them...
To come to face others,
Whose lives are based on fact.
And not of dictated fiction!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Choir Rehearsal
(This poem was inspired by the choir rehearsals I attend with Voicelab, based at the Royal Festival Hall in London.)
The day that I joined the choir,
I satisfied my singing desire.
Music is such a magical gift.
My sleepy soul, it awakes and lifts.
It’s heaven to listen to the four voice parts,
Singing together with all their hearts.
The four tunes all twist and entwine,
Sending shivers of excitement down my spine.
They come together and are heard as one.
It sounds beautiful and I’m totally stunned.
It’s wonderful being part of it all.
I really am having a magical ball.
When I leave home sometimes, I may feel down,
But when I get to rehearsals, it soon lifts my frown.
My face feels as though it’s always ready to smile
And I am enjoying myself all of the while.
Our vocal coach keeps the mood light,
But, of her aims, she doesn’t lose sight.
She sings a short phrase and we sing it back
We repeat it a few times until we’ve got the knack.
If we go wrong, we hear an operatic ‘Stop! ’
And the volume of singing suddenly drops.
She will go over a phrase until it is just so,
Then, and only then, onwards she’ll go.
A single finger placed in front of her shushing lips,
Indicates for us to sing softer, so our volume dips.
Seeing her drawing her hands slowly apart, we know,
Indicates that she wants the sound to rise and grow.
Not everyone in the choir can read music, so
Her hands indicate whether to sing high or low.
During rehearsals, we’re given much praise,
To motivate us for our performance days.
When she’s pleased, we’re rewarded with a smile,
Making it seem all the more worthwhile.
When it’s all over and I board my train,
Traces of a smile, on my face, still remain.
When I reach home, I’m still on a high,
And it’s hard to wind down and shut my eyes.
Eventually, over me, tiredness creeps,
And, feeling content, I drift off to sleep.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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What Production Seeks to Achieve
Those of you who complain about the volume,
One produces that may reduce your sensibilities...
May or may not notice this,
The ones producing volume and sustaining such levels...
Of it.
Apparently have blocked out your complaints,
With the realization that even critics are giving attention.
And that is what production seeks to achieve,
N'est pas?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I took five years on the first volume, five years on the second volume, and ten years on the third volume.
quote by Shelby Foote
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relied Upon To Be Refreshing
Based upon content alone,
It is obvious to me...
Who is feeding those,
Who boldly plagiarize.
Look at the dates.
Titles and submissions,
Of the work that is done.
It's like the feeding of thieves!
They do not cook up any meal.
However...
They will demand a favorite taste to add,
To a menu.
And then do their best to convince anyone,
What ingredient is needed to have it savored.
Plagiarists are all over the place.
But innovation is always relied upon to be refreshing.
And those who originate,
Can not help but deliver the goods.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shady and Quite Below Grade
In volume and off an assembly line,
Reproductions they can produce.
And from the outside they feel proud,
Of themselves.
To be able to accomplish what they do.
But a recall of defections,
To correct imperfections...
Has those efforts they have made,
Seem a bit shady and quite below grade.
But with a sticking to the volume,
They believe this brings them praise.
They believe they've achieved a name,
For themselves.
Although it is the quality attempted,
That has brought them much shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The trade unions, far from being content with these declarations, established international liaisons and supported every policy based on pacification and understanding.
quote by Leon Jouhaux
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Extreme volume in music very often disguises a lack of actually important content.
quote by Michael Tilson Thomas
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My Mother Said
one day
as i almost
died laughing my
mother said
not to laugh
out loud because
the volume
of my laughter
shall be
the same
volume
of sadness
and tears
that follows
after
take moderation
she said
do not howl
or wail
do not have
a brouhaha
take the
little giggle
and the smile
take
the little pinch
of pain
in happiness
and sadness
let there
be caution
like day
and night
not so glaring
not so gloomy
live in twilight
stay in dusk
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Become Addiction Free
Those images that most impress many,
May not be as vivid and expressive...
From my interpretation,
As others who are into movies...
Amusements parks and daily escapades.
Such as having all day television watching spells.
I can sit all day and do nothing but write.
But 'somehow' the comparison is not there.
Although I've been accused of wasting my time,
In the pursuit of doing nothing!
However, I do admit to having an acknowledgement,
Of having a universal outlook of tasting and making...
A sandwich I earned if I wanted one.
Based upon a work ethic enforced by my family.
And my lack of interest to be attracted to fantasy...?
Has gotten me into serious trouble with those,
Prepared to debate their beliefs with me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Zoomers
When I write my children’s stories
looking through the eyes of a cat
I often wonder what names
he gives to the things he sees.
They certainly wouldn’t be
what we refer to them to be,
so I have fun thinking
of alternate names to call them.
In the first volume I have published,
I introduced everyone to
half dogs and flying grub.
Now in my second volume
everyone will meet the Zoomers.
Any guesses what they might be.
A clue: A Zoomer flies at night
quickly and silently.
There is no prize for getting it right,
just the fun of guessing
what Zoomers really are.
poem by David Harris
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In The Sky
High in sky
We are miles apart
Separated by seven seas but to seek start
You gave nod to seek union
The best way we could find was as companion
It was creating ripples
You were very kind and capable
Of taking decision
With firm determination
'Half way' I was excited at proposal
It had novel way to suggest an arrival
You had magic way of spreading wings
Beautiful songs of love to air and sing
You were riding on high waves
As it was you aim and craze
You were on highest mountain peak
Where I had no power to reach and speak
I will close the eyes and find her near
She may speak for hours without any fear
What a joy and happiness she was making to bear
And my god those words which she used whisper
I found her after years of separation
For seeking new approach and relation
She must speak her mind and come closer
She was and may remain dominant as ever
She haws opened up like fresh rose
I have no field to choose or suppose
She may spread further and offer refuge
I may not be then in position to refuse
She stands for joy and happiness
I have seen brightness on her face
A close fulfillment but never to claim
And firm resolve to share even the blame
She was and may remain always dear
Whether in embrace or in rear
She is star and always high in sky
I can only look at her and try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Delinquent
When not making trouble or hanging round bars
They're revving the engines of their battered old cars,
Or else they're repeating in some small degree
Something that they've heard or seen on T.V.
They'll turn up the volume as loud as they can
And you bloody well wish there was some kind of ban!
To judge by their laughter and insolent stares
They probably think we're a couple of squares,
And that's what we are, so let us be glad
We're no longer young, delinquent or mad!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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But the approach to recording this album was kind of an organized, chaotic approach where I wanted to maintain and preserve that wild abandon to creating.
quote by Vanessa Carlton
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When I slept it was literally in the midst of an arsenal. If I heard dogs bark more fiercely than usual, or the feet of horses in a greater volume of sound than usual, I stood to arms.
quote by Frank James
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Permanently Affixed
Too many people seek distractions.
Hoping facts never to face.
Praying for a deceit that fits.
Too many people seek attractions.
With a hope to distract facts,
That someday from them will be erased.
And those masks worn to replace,
Faces charading become permanently...
Affixed.
Leaving distacted faces masked,
Never again to face facts with hopes...
Delusions will never from them be erased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From a consideration of the immense volume of newly discovered facts in the field of physics, especially atomic physics, in recent years it might well appear to the layman that the main problems were already solved and that only more detailed work was necessary.
quote by Victor Francis Hess
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