Not Going To Be Mistaken As Chopped Liver
This is something,
People find very difficult to understand...
When opportunities are given,
Upfront and personal!
They do not return.
Or come back with attempts to influence.
The mission is to 'give'.
Not to convince.
In fact,
If slighted...
One will never know,
How they are connected...
Those misunderstood opportunities.
Especially,
After they have been evaluated...
As not being beneficial to anyone.
'Excuse me?
Who do I think I am?
Uh...a local resident of this place.
Why? '
Does this need further clarification?
And that can be applied to people as well.
Perceiving someone not to be qualified,
To achieve a task OR deliver to another...
A 'key' to their achievement.
Because of some pre-conceived notion...
One will only pay attention to someone,
Who 'looks' and 'acts' a certain way.
You know...
Someone seen on TV?
And 'not' a neighbor,
Busted for selling crack.
Some people will talk about that,
For the rest of their lives.
Or they may 'live' in a certain environment...
Where nothing but mediocrity is praised.
And everyone in it is dismissable?
'I don't know why they are 'here'.
And not in LA.
Or New York City.
Especially doing what they do!
What a waste.
I'm going to move to Atlanta...
Where I've heard the opportunities really are.'
This outlook,
Can be extremely detrimental.
ESPECIALLY...
If someone deemed useless,
Has chosen a familiar environment...
To exist and develop their own sense of happiness.
You know...
Do 'their' thing AND excell.
People just may have a gold mine,
Right under their turned up noses.
And gold,
Ultimately...
Is not going to be mistaken,
As chopped liver.
Wherever one decides to reside.
Even in a place where the main activity,
Happens to be self loathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None That We Deemed Qualified
When an environment sustains,
An on the verge of 'potential' level and remains there...
With few gains developed to move forward for decades.
And stays unchanged and stagnant...
As if in a holding pattern awaiting to land.
While seen behind the scenes are discovered...
Those chosen and recommended,
And employed to be the best of innovators...
Overheard in their debates,
What they believe it will take to benefit the environment.
With a diversity much like that which is enjoyed,
And found in their suburban communities.
To produce within an urban center to replicate 'their' comforts.
At the expense of destroying the flavor and relocating the people,
Who created the popularity of the environment in the first place.
With a luxurizing done believed to appeal to those seeking,
Bits and teases of variety, a few ethnic faces and a cultural display...
Of diverse and accepted cuisine.
'This project is nearing completion,
And no one has expressed and interest in it at all.'
~Who was on the committee? ~
'Doctors, lawyers and ivy league school scholars.'
~Anyone from the local community? ~
'None that we deemed qualified with 'our' vision.'
~Well...
Have you thought that the reason to be,
Your success at achieving overwhelming failure?
Just a thought.
You are catering to the 'people', aren't you? ~
'Well, yes.
A certain class of people.'
~Don't you think it strange that those 'class' of people,
Find your attempts to attract them...
Boring? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Knowing One's Experience
Choosing to be in one's place,
Is a choice that one has made.
To regard one's decision as insignificant,
Without knowing one's experience...
Jeopardizes the one passing the judgement.
One may elect to find one's own environment,
An island of waste.
But to believe those that reside within it,
Have no influence...
Is a major mistake one makes!
And those who do this to wonder,
Why stagnation has visited upon them...
Should look no further,
Than the words they have chosen...
To verbally abuse people they dislike,
For reasons they can not describe to make sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Any Quota Doter Does
When I actively applied,
For that I know I am experienced!
I was deemed not qualified.
With a look from someone,
To kill my pride.
And since I'm not the kind,
To wonder 'why' I've been denied...
I cast that aside,
That which tries to prevent my stride.
In a blocking of my forward movement.
Few who knew that,
Know today that has been proven.
Folks are hired to cast dark shadows,
All over the place.
That's what they do!
And competent at it too.
Since I am not seeking assistance,
To live my life to make attempts!
I live my life making attempts to assist.
That's it!
That's what I do!
And 'if' someone decides I'm not qualified to do it...
I'm sure they've been assigned to do a job!
Like any quota doter does doing what they do.
I've been assigned to fulfill a mission.
There is more than a slight difference.
And to give precious time away,
To devote in discussion with those of small minds...
The vastness of the canvas
Is not my task to introduce.
I'm here to do!
Not argue in defense of my abilities to connect the dots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We in the majority have worked hard to empower people to create opportunities, to make jobs, to do things that turn America into a place where people can achieve their dreams.
quote by Robin Hayes
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Excellent education and an excellent environment are two hallmarks of our state. How we treat our environment is connected to so many other opportunities in Maine.
quote by John Baldacci
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I See This Reflected
I used to think of them as funny too.
People who acted foolishly,
To portray themselves as clowns and buffoons.
In fact,
The more they acted like that I never took them seriously.
I wanted to be entertained by them continuously.
I noticed when I got older,
I hated to see people I knew with intelligence...
Disrespected for their attempts to convince they had sense.
And mocked for the doing of it to diminish with contempt.
Wanting them with wishes meant to lower their self esteem,
With a representing others who also had lower expectations...
Dreamed.
And I see this reflected upon the children who have no respect,
For others in this kind of environment...
Wanting to become successful with the doing of their best.
But depicted to be fools for thinking to believe,
They can achieve to heights if they wanted to succeed.
And although difficult they do...
With a disregarding those who object to their goals and priorities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grassroots And By-Products Of The Ghetto
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
I also see the reasons why...
So many have sacrificed the giving of time and their lives,
To eventually walk away from that which has been cemented...
In minds wanting things to remain just the way they are.
'I'm not asking you to do 'as' I do.
You will do as I say you do,
In my home and I hope that is understood.
No one here seeks your judgement to pass.
Or have asked for it.
And how you handle your business,
May not be a wish how I will handle mine.
I am comfortable here if you're not go home.
To be or not to be as you choose.
I am not confused as to who I am.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Electrified Thoughts Nature Of Model Whole
what are these piecemeal parts of me
parts separate function relics cease to exist
the sum is not greater than the whole...
define it is me define a part of my personality
my personality springs direct not from parts
but electrified thoughts nature of model whole
what shapes creates chosen spark personality stimulus
environment family culture ethnic outlook expressions
lives we choose to live contain infinite finite choices
it is not bliss happiness but pain which fast track teaches
unhappiness teaches we can turn pain learning into beauty
we attitude write write write opportunities into our lives
poem by Terence George Craddock
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But we have created a society that does not allow opportunities for those people to take care of themselves because we have denied them those opportunities.
quote by Muhammad Yunus
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Homebase
People do make decisions to leave a comfort zone,
Wilfully...
To seek opportunities elsewhere,
With a doing of this regretfully, sometimes.
And there are those who feel less comforted,
By a showing of a lack of support...
Within their own homebase.
Unable to create their opportunities,
Without feeling to be chased away.
Knowing to maneuver around this truth,
Is too much to convince others to prove.
So they leave happily with this acknowledged...
A growth that explores life,
Is much more important to experience...
Than withnessing a tired stagnation permitted to exist.
While others sit with no ambition,
Advocating the acceptance of this.
Now...
To return with a learning process to share,
With others prepared to become aware...
Is a different story.
Since one's tolerance level has broadened,
To be or not to be involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spontaneity
You know where and how to find me.
I make no attempts not to be accessible.
But to hear from others...
You have not seen me for awhile,
Is more than a bit embellished.
In fact...
The last time I saw you publicly,
You pretended not to see me at all.
Remember?
Go ahead...
You have already proven,
To have a reliable selective memory.
Were you waiting from me to approach you?
To display your best act of phoniness?
I only have one face to give in this life.
Only one!
I use to have those expectations myself,
When others I would see...
On the street with their friends,
Taking opportunities to avoid me.
But these are the days of our lives,
Aren't they?
And today those same people,
Say I do not speak when I see them.
And they are right!
So quick now they seem to be observant.
Receiving sometimes is not so pleasant.
And...
I only deliver what I receive.
There is more on my mind,
Than the premeditating of responses.
Or the rehearsing of approaches.
There is something about spontaneity I like.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Difference Does That Make?
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
People have done this,
And for years make claims what they know.
When in actuality they know not a thing.
Not about the people they talk about or the surroundings.
And these are the folks who are expressing disbelief.
Whether it is about something done or what has been achieved,
Right next door.
Or the kind of lifestyle a relative lives and not one perceived.
There are people who have complete conversations,
Discussing other people they have yet to meet.
And when they see them in the streets they give them attitude.
Without one word ever shared or a hand extended to greet.
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
'Hello.
I'd like to introduce myself...
Since no one else has done it.
And I don't want to be like them.
I'd like to establish a process,
That has a start that progesses to a middle...
And grows to produce positivity that never ends.'
~You know I know you.
Stop playing around.~
'What's my real name?
Not my nickname.'
~What difference does that make?
We still gon' be related.
What's your real name anyway?
I never knew that.~
'And you say you know me?
How? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaders Of The Neighborhood
Why didn't they move on?
Accept reality for what it is.
Instead of paying ridiculous amounts of money,
To have their own homes torn down?
'Someone came around a few years ago,
With a plan to convince them...
If they threatened to do this,
The people would get the hint...
And beg them to stay.
To do whatever they wished in the neighborhood.'
Well...
Hopefully they have learned a lesson.
'Apparently not from what is being observed.
Because those very same people,
Have organized themselves.
To protest the others...
Until they are welcomed back.'
That is nonsense.
It is obvious the people,
Were delighted they did that.
'Nonsense?
That's crazy!
Now they are petitioning the local government,
And have begun an advertising campaign...
To enforce the people into believing,
Without their influence as leaders...
The entire neighborhood,
Would be a place no one would desire to live.'
It is amazing what people will do,
To inflict their delusions on others.
'I'm glad you said that.
But today?
Many more are seeing,
Who has been initiating the conflicts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing Their Best To Achieve
What advice would you give,
To anyone seeking with a wish...
To become successful.
'That's a difficult question.
I really don't know.
And advice?
I am no authority to be giving advice,
To anyone.'
Okay.
What would you say about those,
Who have given their support...
To the ones who do become successful.
'Few people know,
From the beginning who will become successful.
However...
I will say this,
It depends on the enviorment one lives in.
If one hears over and over again,
That they need to leave an enviornment...
In which people are not accustomed,
To those wishing to achieve success...
There will be many people there believing themselves,
Limited in mind and insecure.
And many will berate anyone choosing to think...
They can do something else with their lives,
Than wasting their time talking about others...
Doing their best to achieve.
And achievement takes work, discipline, devotion and sacrifice.
With a getting of very little sleep,
Those unaware would never accept to believe.'
Do you believe you are successful?
'Extremely.
I was born with the ability to ignore naysayers.
Especially those hiding their insecurities,
To make excuses to dump their self hatred on others.
And people like that I have known all my life.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Thought Of Being Heard
Should I spare you the agony,
Of believing there is a need for your response?
There isn't.
As long as we keep between us,
This rare eye contact...
I will remain appreciative of that.
Since...
I am accustomed to communicating with those,
Who scan anyone from head to toe.
And those who don't have turned up noses,
As they walk down the streets...
Often talk to me standing sideways,
With their eyes staring at my feet.
As if my voice is coming from any place other,
Than my mouth.
With the aid of using my lips and teeth!
However...
The people living in my environment,
Are more prepared to gossip...
Than they are to have a one on one.
Something that is meaningly done.
And having this eye contact you give me,
Makes me feel you understand.
And you don't have to say a word.
It's just the thought of being heard,
That has been worth this entire experience.
Thank you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatized By Their Own Denials
Personally I find the unravelling,
Of what is being disclosed to be exposed...
Exhilarating to witness.
As those who have taken others for granted,
Awaken to find themselves...
Compared to books dusting on cobwebbed shelves.
I find it funny and hilarious how people keep beliefs,
That grassroots people living in the inner cities...
Are thought to be imbeciles manipulated easily.
And have wishes to live like those elite.
Who shadow those who have established themselves,
With opportunities and exclusive lifestyles...
To think of themselves as 'above' the ones beneath.
I find it silly to catch myself giggling,
To observe people delusioned to believe they are envied...
By others they 'assume' are livid with jealousy.
But heard to confess of having no interest,
In those who strut seeking to impress.
As if better than the rest.
Sometimes I find it difficult to suppress,
My empathy for those...
Without addressing first my own laughter.
Knowing the ones have to be traumatized,
By their own denials...
When they realize their way of life,
Has long been rejected as a disaster.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Precisely
There are those who oppose your decisions made.
And say you do not operate with their best interests,
In your heart.
And others talk amongst themselves,
How they are not pleased.
And wish from them you would disappear,
To leave.
'This is for you and anyone who feels that way,
I stood up because I had something to say.
And what did the others do? '
They sat and watched quietly listening to you.
'Precisely!
I'm not the only who has these opportunities.
When opportunities knock...
I don't wait in hesitation to open the door.
Whatever the intention meant,
I am not one to deny myself the experience of it.
Tell that to your people you are here to represent.'
Could you do that?
I fear how they may react.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Opportunities
I answered an advert for new opportunities
and received an admittance to this venue,
but I was lost in this room of strangers
and wondered what I was expected to do.
A young man came over and said mingle,
opportunities were plentiful and new,
put yourself about and meet the people
who were waiting to meet and help you.
I spoke to several extraordinary young people,
but they spoke as if they were old.
I was asked my opinions on life transference,
and whether I thought it would effect the soul.
I was offered a well paid job as a collector
and I would be trained on what to do.
Apparently it was nothing to do with selling,
but a client list should be established from new.
I was led into a room and made comfortable,
and told to sit, wait, and relax.
An attractive woman entered by another door,
extremely sexy and dressed in black.
She told me to stand tall like a mountain
while she examined the cut of my jib.
She felt the firmness in my arms, chest and butt,
and asked me if I’d really like to live.
She took time to straighten my shirt collar
then sniffed and bit my neck.
I’m now a full fledged member of her team,
who will forever be in her dept.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Premeditated Preferences
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
If one doesn't arrive,
With a feeling of a happiness generated from inside...
Few will give their happiness away,
At the benefit of another's dismay.
Not today!
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
And most times premeditated preferences,
Sit alone in the minds of those,
Already disappointed and negative!
And not conscious enough,
To know this is the life they've chosen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God and goodness and Hope.....
I have always wanted to be
what you are,
oh, how i like it to be
where you are now,
and so i follow you,
every step
that you have taken
is a map
of my destination
you are inside that room and
i want to be in there too
but the door is locked, i knock and
no one hears it,
you are deaf and blind
no one opens the door for me
and i begin to
look at the window
they are closed too and i go behind the house
to find the kitchen door
it too, is closed
and i stand there alone
outside, and it rains and there is that sound of
thunder and
lightning is the only one that
gives me the flashes of light
to light my path
i am scared, of course, i am normally scared
by what is happening
and you are there showing your back at me
dining with the rest of your
guests
these successful people
who hold in their hands
fame and fortune
and who can withhold or grant other
people's opportunities
i am abandoned, and you are there inside that room
with all these societal gems
i give up,
i shall find another world of my own,
where opportunities are given for free
no dirty tricks, no influences, plain merit and
fitness, and
skill and competence,
i will work it out
from within, and i challenge myself with these words:
'soon, soon! '
i will be there,
because i am good and God will hand it to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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