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Not Addressed

If something is not wanted,
In one's life or environment...
Does it have to be accepted?
Especially when options,
Are given to be selected.

Is it ridiculous to listen,
To those with sustained complaints?
Or support those who embellish their circumstances,
Without restraint.

We live in those times when a focused mind is hard to find.
And when one is discovered,
It seems others do their best...
To dismiss the direct honestness of it.
Since this is not addressed on anyone's priority list.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep Focused

Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.

I keep focused!

And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.

Why?

I keep focused!

And I try...
To stay focused.

And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.

Why?

I keep focused!

And I try...
To stay focused.

But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.

And I try...
To stay focused.

Yes I try...
To stay focused.

Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.

I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.

With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The World Of Adulthood

Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Find themselves wishing to undo...
What it is they have done they do,
Once to them it has been acknowledged...
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Have lost all credibility...
In the world of adulthood,
Where children dressed 'as' adults...
Are not allowed to impress,
With a childish foolishness to be accepted.

'Comeon!
You can't take a joke? '

~I use to accept fools with a suffering done...
Of their antics too.
At one time.
But a seriousness of my life,
And in my mind...
Seemed to have overnight,
Risen to the top of my priority list.
And adults who are mature,
Are the only folks I wish to deal with.
And they today appear difficult to find.
Call it...
A plateau of maturity reached.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Socially Left Unchallenged

It's hard to be direct,
When the intention of it
Is not accepted.
Or when minds are still feeding on adolescence.
And comprehension is zero.
With nothing learned as a lesson.

And being direct,
When the intention of it
Is not accepted...
Feeds more of a willingness,
To leave what is witnessed behind.
Why waste time,
With those malfunctioning with dysfunctions...
And conditioned to be socially left unchallenged.

They live to have...
Good luck or no luck.
Saddled with the sad and bad,
With a few bucks to waste and complaints to make.

Nothing done to benefit their mentalities,
Will ever be understood.
Why bother to raise an eyebrow?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Glorious Removal

I adorned my life with chaos,
Wanting to fit in!
Wanting to be just like the 'Jones'
With constant arguing that would never end!

I wanted to feel accepted,
So I gossiped with the rest.
I thought I had to dislike someone,
Because my 'friends' thought 'that' was best!

I wanted to pretend my needs were satisfied.
And at home alone I knew I was not...
And alone with 'things' I cried!
Deep inside I was tied up in knots,
A lot!

Well...
It's a new day.
And some 'crap' I cleared away!
Including some folks I thought were close,
To live my life my way!

The only thing I regret,
As I sit in retrospect...
Is the misery grieved by the few who believe,
The life I live they have to inspect and accept!

And I've told them I'm not seeking
Anyone's approval!
In fact...
I've discovered myself again,
Sustained in glorious 'BS' removal!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I mean, the people who run Guantanamo, the military, pretty much dismiss complaints by the detainees because they say that they're all created as part of a political process to sort of fake complaints and get public support.

quote by Jane Mayer
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How Is That Connected to The Topic?

When public options are questioned,
In a society when one is said to have the right to vote.
And restricting limitations are accepted without hesitation.
The choices of heard voices are as effective as empty promises.

'I don't have to define what's on my mind,
If I know what I'm doing from time to time.
And explanations I need not to find! '

How is that connected to the topic?

'I am not the one in this conversation,
'Promising' to be understood.
I am not seeking others to provide my level of comfort.
I've already made my choice...
Regardless of who decides I should choose from options.

I've disconnected myself from that confusion.
Basic, simple and direct!
That's how I like it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient

When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.

I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.

When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!

Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.

When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?

I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.

Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!

Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.

And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?

'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Final Option

we're on the same trips
mostly leisure

we keep on saying
what options do we still have?

we hop from one island to another
we have become missing most of the times

we opt for our privacy
and friends are asking what is happening

one day we walk hand on hand on the park
and it is raining so hard

we keep on asking, what options do we still have?
to run? we have been running away

we do not know what to find really
and we do not ask anymore

the options are all here
inside the house and well fenced.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Front of Everyone

They would have preferred I had been a clown,
Instead of the king of my domain.
I knew they would discovered that...
And finding me,
Who I am as seen...
Quite the same.

I am still the one they have called names.
And also the one
They will come to for truth!
Since that is all that will be sustained,
Inside the environment they have discovered
As my domain!

And it's all strange to me,
How this was done!
Not behind them at all...
But in front of everyone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Fix Remedies

I find it absurb and totally ridiculous,
That those who profess to be in the dark...
And clueless,
As to why these days...
That find them entwined,
In an assortment of dilemmas...
Have discovered they are beset,
With mental, physical and financial regrets!
As if the steps they have taken,
Were unconsciously made...
By an hypnotic inducement,
That tricked them and enslaved.

Demanding today they are as if entitled,
To have quick fix remedies...
That will come to sweep them free,
Of their ability to self inflict their own ailments.

'Oh...
To 'bah' with a humbug is tempting! '

And they are the same people,
Who refused to hear or listen...
To those they depicted,
In character assassination campaigns...
As being unpatriotic, nationalistic mavericks.
With a choosing to ruin their reputations.

Well...
Who amongst those self righteous types,
Are in the streets everywhere...
Declaring their displeasures now?

And...
Aren't their activities,
Focused on the disparities of life?

Isn't this something once done years ago,
That was once declared...
A challenge to their way of life?
And they had turned their backs on those,
Doing 'then' what they felt had been right!

'Oh...
To 'bah' with a humbug is tempting!
Even if the holidays are not in sight.
But these times are so ripe for this expression.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From An Eye to Mind Point of View

Little of my life is spent,
Living it by 'quotations'.
Researched to uncover...
Someone 'selected'
To have respected 'intelligence'.

Observation...
And personal experience,
Has been a 'teaching' process...
Of my valued learning.
As I yearn to adventure more.

Exploring life,
From an eye to mind point of view.
That delivers from outside...
My insight that becomes assisted,
By this accepted invitation...
I am not so quick to dismiss as lived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Phone Call

The eleven digit number, I very carefully dial,
Hoping that my query, will only take a while.
I am greeted by a cheery, automated voice:
To sit and listen, I don’t have much choice.

The speaker, I admit, sounds very polite,
But, I don’t require details of their website.
I really just wanted to find something out,
And, avoid all this, unnecessary, faffing about.

I’m given a list of options: one through to four.
Having chosen option ‘one’, I’m given six more.
The options, once again, to me, are explained.
Already, I’m starting to find this all, a real pain.

This time, I decide to go for option number two,
But, to a human adviser, I still can’t be put through.
Having dialled two, another list of options, I endure,
But this time, I will admit, there is one option fewer.

The final option on the list, is number five:
At last, I can talk to someone, who is alive!
But, by an automated voice, I am, then, told,
That, they are currently busy, so ‘please hold.’

By cheerful, piped music, I am initially greeted;
Once finished, it is, then, immediately repeated.
To the repeated musical strains, I sit and listen,
Still feeling very intent, on fulfilling my mission.

This is taking way much longer, than I first thought,
And, by now, my nerves are, ever so slightly, fraught.
The receiver, at the other end, is picked up, at long last.
Checking my watch, I see, ten minutes have now passed.

Of the answer to my question, the adviser isn’t too sure,
So I’m put back on ‘hold’, to the same music as before.
This is going to take ages, I’m now beginning to realise.
I’m quite impatient by now, and, annoyed, I roll my eyes.

The adviser apologises, and he thanks me for waiting.
This whole scenario, for me, is getting rather grating.
At last, my query is answered by someone,
And, twenty minutes later, I’m finally done.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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With Acceptance As If Selected

Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.

Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With a leaving those in silence,
If they choose to resist.

Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.

Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.

Just too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.

With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds I Seed and Sow

We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.

With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.

Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.

And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.

'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.

Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'

'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'

'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'

Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!

'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'

We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.

With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.

Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!

'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'

'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Experienced

Deciding to finally be direct...
After years of beating around the bush,
May be a refreshing step for you.
With a mind hesitating,
In an outdated point of view.

But for those who now could care less...
What from them you expect.
Your steps taken,
To see the forest 'and' its trees...
Has left you alone,
In a reality once accepted...
As those observations,
Came then too quick.
To take as they were.
Inspect and leave.

Since for many what you perceive,
Is a reality lived,
And gone as it was believed.
What 'was' no longer exists.

Today changes have become,
Complexed.
And in these times that continue on...
You may find what's next for you too perplexed,
For someone like you...
Who's not experienced in being direct.
You will find that reality you have has gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Day

CHORUS:
One day you'll see that you be
Who you wanted to be
Meet who you wanted to meet
Just one day you'll see

And one day you'll see that you
Feel what you wanted to feel
Meet who you wanted to see
Just one day you're free

Once again it's the R.O.C.K.
So check what I gotta say as we go my way
Get ready for a journey an expedition
Just listen or you will be missin'

A lot of times I know you feel like giving up
But listen up everybody while you move that body
I got a story to tell so listen well
Only you can be you when it's time to excel

Many might try but you don't know the reason why
They might deny they don't want you to fly
So you gotta move on and show 'em
You got it goin' on and on plus your mind is strong

Now this is how I get busy on the daily
I kept this in mind so you suckers can't fake me
Rise and surprise everybody like me
Cause one day you will see you will be how you wanna be

Repeat Chorus

I remember days when people used to say
Stop wasting time and find another way
They never understood no they never took time
That the R.O.C.K. was born for the rhymes

I kept my mind focused and I went for my direction
Microphone checkin' was my only selection
My eyes on the prise I was on the rise
Everytime you see me now you wanna say hi

You don't even know who I am
So take all your plans and scram
You don't understand
2 brothers On The 4th Floor with only one sister
Wanna make moves yo just like a twister

So if you're with me raise your hands in the air
And wave 'em side to side like you just don't care
Rise and surprise everybody like me
Cause one day you will see you will be how you wanna be

Repeat Chorus twice

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We decided that the environment was an integral part of our policies and the political thrust of our government. We gave it the priority and we sustained it with the money required to make it happen.

quote by Brian Mulroney
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No Wish to Fill a Vacancy

How did I stop what?
Aging?
As Long as I live and breathe...
Doing 'that' by anyone today,
You can say is an impossibility.
However...
I have stopped seeking aggravation.
And sharing with others,
Headaches they could not wait
To dump updated complaints to relate.
I've stopped sitting to get return calls...
I placed to those,
Who had forgotten I had called at all.

I have made myself number one on my priority list.
And no longer dismiss my own happiness.
That is probably what you now see in me!
An attitude I don't hestitate to give and leave...
In a belief I should please others I care about,
Who have shown me they could care less...
If I am down and out.
Or mugged or mauled,
As I lay half dead on one knee as I crawled.

There is nothing like being shown,
Who has what or who on their minds and when!
That removes wrinkles and stops a frown,
From taking up residency on my face and skin!
And that is probably what you see.
An absence of that.
With no wish to fill a vacancy!

'I 'hope' God reminds me to just say 'hello'
The next time I bump into you.
Have a great day!
And 'who' should 'we' thank...
That you have no 'ego' in the way? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heat Leaps and Engulfs

I had a need to have what I wanted.
Diluted substitutes...
Had no priority in my mind,
To adjust to get use to...
Not here to quiet my curiosities.
I had a need to have what I wanted.

'Be thankful for what you have.'
My wonderful mother always said to me.
As she teased my sisters...
And me,
Why should we settle for second best?
Although...

'Be thankful for what you have.'

You see how the teasing of a test,
Can infest as it manifests?
Few settle for less,
When the mind has been awakened,
To know...
Better,
By suggestion.

I had a need to have what I wanted.
Diluted substitutes...
Had no priority in my mind,
To adjust to get use to...
Not here to quiet my curiosities.
I had a need to have what I wanted.
And to get!

And did what I could to find it.
Only to discover something even better...
Every time I thought my wants and needs,
Were fulfilled to satisfy a complacency.
Although never succumbed by compliancy.
Where is the winning done...
When choosing between dilemmas?

Hmmm...
Desires and fires are like whims without end.
Heat leaps and engulfs,
Those hungry and compassionate.
And ready...
To blaze!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am No Politician

I am no politician.
I am direct.
Every blemish and flaw I have,
I accept without regret.
I am not trying to win your approval
To represent your requests.
Nor will I disappoint you...
With deceit to later confess.

I am no politician.
Seeking a way to line my pockets.
I find that disgusting!
And I observe those who can not stop it!
Your quality of life...
With standards you behold.
Isn't my fault at all!
That your best interests,
They have sold!

You selected them to dismiss me.
To keep me and mine in check!
You elected them to suppress my dignity.
To keep my indentity distressed.
You chose them to divide and conquer.
By rules and laws
They clearly defied...
You now regret!
Why me...
You despise?

I am no politician!
My priorities are my happiness.
Not to masquerade with pretentions...
For purposes to make promises,
With intentions to forget.

I am no politician...
To trap you like prey.
And dangle you to capture...
As I make arrangements with others,
To take away the safety from your nests.
To portray in false charades.

I am no politician.
So voice your anger,
To those you believed...
Would come to your aid.
While on your knees you plead.

I am no politician!
I sleep at night.
In peace and at rest!

I am no politician...
Nor a hypocrite you will find,
Who will say something other
Than what is on my mind!

You can bet,
With respect...
I am direct.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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