Not Recognized
Too much time is spent,
Getting our minds bent out of shape...
Identifying what isn't here.
Or 'there'
Or...
What hasn't happened.
Who could do what but didn't...
With a lot of 'why',
Without reason to get things done!
Making excuses not to motivate each one
Of us...
To extend beyond our reach!
Teaching...
To take an active part.
Appreciating what is here,
And making clear our respect
Of what we do have!
Instead of destroying it...
Because our 'whims' are not immediately satisfied.
Like the spoiled creatures we are,
Crying about a harvest reaped
Only a few take time to get to know,
And keep...
From the 'art' of sowing!
But like the greed of spectators,
We expect to be fed from a growth
Of a dwindling bounty!
And blame those we do who toil in the fields.
Those who are there...
And have learned how to yield...
The fruits from their sweat and labor!
Leaving those who only savor laziness,
With minimal benefit and much complaint!
And yet everyone is 'taxed' beyond their means!
While those who make no contributions whatsoever...
Are heard whining and screaming the loudest!
Crazed from inactivity!
Taking what they want,
And discarding that which is not recognized!
Like vultures...
Waiting for death,
To prey over scavenged bones.
With ease and temporary contentment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Away From Me
Let me help you find some clarity.
In terms of my personality...
And why you say others,
May get upset with me!
First let's eliminate what others say.
I am discussing this with you.
I could care less what others say,
And/or do!
If I've given you my respect and attention.
And I have given you no reason to doubt my word.
Don't show me that you have taken me for granted.
Don't allow yourself to get on my last nerve.
When that is done,
I become someone else.
I show a side that comes out of hiding.
I've been called a monster by those who have seen it.
Those who say I am two faced and crazed.
But I respect myself and that I show to others.
And take pride in what I do,
Like others should too.
I don't collect excuses and alibis to make.
And those who do,
I consider fake!
So without further explanation,
Let me make to you this declaration.
You have no more time,
To waste that of mine!
Now...
Have I made myself clear?
I hope so!
'Yeah...
But everybody else,
Don't make such a big stink about me being late!
And everytime I was late or didn't show up for a date,
I gave you a call! '
And every year I have known you...
Which has been over twenty five.
You have managed to use excuses,
And have told me some of the biggest lies!
And if you had respected me at all...
You would not have found it easy to make excuses.
Or bothered to lie in any of those calls.
And everyone else who accepts that from you...
Didn't receive this patience I am giving.
Or that 'monster' getting ready to chew and spew!
You know why?
'No!
Why? '
I'm giving you the opportunity,
To get away from me as fast as you can!
You see my chest?
And how I'm taking deep breaths?
The monster comes!
You better prepare to run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Hear Me?
Give you
Time?
To do what?
'To comprehend
What you are saying.'
And
You expect me to do what?
'Be patient.'
And in my patient waiting,
What from you can I expect?
'An attempt to understand.'
I tell you what
Why don't you make those attempts
To understand on your own time
And if you find me understanding
With a comprehension you have discovered
Not outdated by my continued journey
Of living life by taking chances
Without making excuses
To introduce myself to fresh experiences
'Perhaps' I may be struck by a bolt of motivation
That inspires me to listen with time given
Just to focus on you
'Oh?
So
What are you saying?
You are not willing to take the time?
So
What is it that you are saying?
You are not willing to take the time?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disqualified
They came into the 'hood'.
And began taking applications
For subservience!
At the minimal wage.
I was immediately disqualified!
They said I provided too much of a threat,
By making attempts
To uncover clarity and understanding.
And those were issues
They weren't prepared to debate.
They came into the 'hood'...
Seeking those who were willing to work hard
And long hours,
To do what needed to be done!
For the sake of 'growth and prosperity'.
Not to waste time finding purpose and reason.
That was not on their agenda!
At least not in this season.
As they sought to find those...
Still drugged on and exposed to delusion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wealthy man
I did not want to become wealthy man
At least I did not dream about pleasing a woman
As they all prefer stability in life with wealth
They would not mind to go with person with ill health
I used to pray God for success
More knowledge with enough of access
No blockade on the way for any of the reason
As I wanted to be a successful person
At a given point of time you may need some means
With enough of means you can directly score wins
Even though that may be marred by some of the difficulties
Still you may excel with your great abilities
With the advancement of time the picture may get clear
Either you will be struggling or surviving it with fear
Sometimes it may be falling short of your expectations
Still you may go on without making any revelation
It is only greed that pushes you to get something more
You accept all short cuts and try available methods to explore
It involve bloody measures but hardly it will affect your drive
As you are hell bent upon it and at any cost stand to derive
It is impossible to move on without money power
In the absence of it you can have only hut instead of tower
The intensity and power of it has been realized by all
You are doomed to fail and possibly witness the fall
How can you do away by remaining aloof?
The misery is dominant and very clear proof
One has to live with whatever he has and survive
Only he has to struggle hard and revive
The new trend is emerging or growing in new generation
They see it as strong power for future elevation
Growth and prosperity can become reality only when
There is full economic growth which comes not all of sudden
It is equally true that person may suffer from inferiority
He may always be down with complex such as superiority
This can be eliminated with only when one is fully contended
It is matter of self satisfaction and can never be pretended
It is recognized fact that economic superiority is must
It creates enough of confidence and required trust
Person may develop ill feeling if he has to live with some shortage
There may not enough of time left with his life span or age
Only few can remain fully satisfied
The reason behind is not falsified
The time and life style has changed a lot
At every level one or other odd is to be fought
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'm Sorry Mom
I’m sorry mom for the things I put you through
I’m sorry mom for not doing the things you wanted me to do
I’m sorry mom for leaving you so soon
I’m sorry mom for that call you got that afternoon
Leaving you was the last thought on mind
Just like so many I guess it was just my time
I thought about you the last minutes of my life
I thought about my son and I even thought about my wife
But momma I can imagine how this must be for you
Because I see you when you are alone
When nobody else do
I don’t want you to feel so much pain
There’s really no one to blame
Tell dad to stop grieving
I see his pain as well
I almost didn’t make it
Yall know the life I live
But I had a second chance
And the Lord heard my prayer
My life wasn’t taking instance
I had time to repent
I ask the lord to wash my sins
And show me a better way
He opens up new doors for me
And here is where I stay
So tell everyone who doubted me
I made it anyway
I’m sorry mom for leaving you, without saying goodbye
I’m sorry mom for hurting you, I still see you cry
I’m sorry mom, but be happy for I got my wings its true
Something no one thought Mousey will ever do,
So the next time I see you crying it’s my wing that will be holding you
I’m so sorry mom, and I will always, always love you.
poem by Zonda Davis
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Under The Mango Tree
i like the idea
of doing many things under the mango tree
like
watching time go by like it is a stranger
and i
am a stranger too watching time pass by
like i am so interested
with what time
can do to me
making me old
making the mango tree bloom and flower and have fruits
and they are so many
that the mango tree bends
to the ground
and time stays for a while and ripens the fruits
and make all of them
in time
fall one by one to the ground
like some kind
of withered flowers
luscious, sweet, fruits of the mango tree
falling
by the slightest passing of the wind
and then the children
come and with all joy
pick them one by one
putting what they can
under
their shirts and still rushing
to keep
and take some more
under the mango tree
all the people
are so much alike
the rushing, the taking, the joy
of always having more
and it will never stop
as i watch time slowly go by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Treat Your Woman Right
It saddens me to see
how some men treat their woman so unfair
they neglect them completely
as if they didn't care
while she's waiting at home
they're out having an affair
believing all his lies
she is totally unaware
Some men expect their woman
to do everything they say
if something is not done right
their temper flares up right away
some think they have the right to dominate
a woman is not your slave
she's your partner, your lover, your mate
She will make mistakes ofcourse
she's only human you know
no need to yell, hit or curse
patience and understanding
is the way to go
some men use their woman only for pleasure
no regard about how they feel whatsoever
some men enjoy making their woman feel like dirt
they never take the time to see what she is really worth
Some men take their woman for granted
making her feel neglected and rejected
left out and not being wanted
some men never tell their woman
how beautiful she looks
Nor appreciate the little things she does
Or compliment her on how well she cooks
some men never make their woman feel special
like she is the one and only
they don't spend quality time
so she won't get lonely
Make your woman happy
don't make her cry
learn to value the water
before the well runs dry
hold on to her really tight
don't let her slip away
it doesn't hurt to treat your woman right
'I love you' would be a nice thing to say
poem by Paul Adolphus
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They Too Can Make Thunder Roll
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone wants to shine,
If it means taking less time...
To learn how to do it.
They wish to solicit an assistance,
To reach heights!
With a minimal amount of require effort.
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone believes,
A success achieved can be wished.
While a sitting back to do nothing,
Is a prerequisite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always On My Mind (take 3)
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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You Have Raised These Weeds
I don't make this statement
To have you agree with me...
I make this comment,
Because this is what I see.
You can't raise children to be men and women!
The children of today have been spoiled
By what has been given!
They are nurtured like a plant or a pet
Around the house.
They are fed much nonsense and reflect,
What we have put out!
If it's garbage in our minds and garbage that we eat...
What do you expect to find on the streets?
Pansies and Roses?
Lilacs and Hibiscus?
Pruned trees and bushes...
And manicured lawns we sweat to treat?
If you have not encouraged your 'crops' to grow,
How do you expect your harvest to 'glow'?
You have raised these 'weeds'...
And that's the point I want to make!
You ignored advice from the 'gardener',
And that has been YOUR mistake!
Those choking 'vines' that grew from your home
That have driven you to heartbreak...
Have been your responsibility,
And it now shows upon your face!
And now you want them to leave you alone?
These 'creatures' are yours...
Reflecting what you have condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End of Discussion
You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.
Let me clarify my distance for you.
I am no longer trying to mend communication ties broken.
There has been too much time wasted playing hide and seek.
You wish to live life on your terms?
Fine.
But I am not going to adjust to your 'do-as-I-say'
'Not-as-I-do philosophy!
If space is going to be shared between us...
We are not just going to meet in it to just have sex,
And guesses.
Or will doubts lay smothered,
Under fear of hurting sensitive feelings.
If you can not be honest with yourself...
Don't expect me to understand!
Your growth issues and lack of acceptance,
Are not 'my' insecurities.
You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.
I'm not in love with you to that extent.
Nor am I waiting for you to open windows,
To clear the atmosphere with fresh air!
I've made deposits of time invested in this relationship.
And I have not received the benefit of your return.
And I 'know' I had at least earned that!
Yet...
That was lacking.
When my patience with you allowed me to sit.
With an open mind as I 'then' saw fit,
Ran out of excuses.
I knew I had 'had' it.
And it was time to split!
That's why it was necessary for me to make a withdrawal.
And leaving you became an attractive exit.
With no 'cussin' or 'fussin'.
End of discussion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Did You Expect?
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
When I heard your words,
I didn't object but accepted.
My mind is at total rest.
What I gave to you,
Was my all and best.
And the only thing you showed to me,
Was a disrespect.
My dignity and pride,
I will always protect.
And I thank God,
I did not allow you to come near them.
It wont be me awakening,
To a cold shoulder I did not expect.
You will be the one receiving that...
From the next one and the next one...
And all the others,
You thought would love you...
Better than my best!
And being 'done' by the likes of you,
Has given me a sense of complete rest.
you have no idea how much you've been spoiled.
You left when you announced you were leaving me.
What did you expect?
Tears of remorse and a begging of regrets?
I know who I am.
And you will discover that,
When you are shut out unwanted...
To stand alone on someone's doorstep,
Whining like a wet puppy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflections They Deem to Be Eternally Wounding
With an ease not many have led to please,
Such a cushy and pampered existence.
Although some have done it,
To satisfy themselves.
And tease those with perceived jealousies.
While those who labor with sweat to savor...
Are the ones who have priorities.
And benefactors of blessings received.
Leaving those envious unhappy.
Since they are born to believe,
Those who deceive and feed their greed...
Are the ones chosen.
And they are,
Chosen!
To mark and victimize themselves.
Hating images they wish could be changed.
With reflections they deem to be eternally wounding.
And no belief of God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Getting Up To Get 'SOMETHING' Done
Seeking an advanced enhancement,
To impress others with your life?
Without taking the time to connect the dots.
Or appreciating what you've got...
Without appreciating it with the giving of respect.
Giving no acknowledgement with a gratefulness.
And yet...
You sit an expect,
A delivery of happiness?
Look at me!
Seriously.
I want you to focus.
Do not shift your eyes from side to side.
Look at me!
Seriously.
I am going to say something to you.
And please leave your ears open to hear these words.
You,
Are out of your mind!
You,
Need to realize that...
With a getting up to get 'SOMETHING' done.
Something that qualifies you as a doer.
You,
Can do this.
You,
Must come from out of this spell.
That's it.
That's it.
Slowly look around.
Take your time.
But know that you can do it.
You can successfully get up off of your behind.
Have and keep faith.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Best Conversations
Hearing people complain,
Reminds me of a child...
Who has been told to be patient.
But couldn't.
And did their spoiled routines,
To be seen in public.
'Someone should have whacked him,
Or her on the ass.
But that time has passed.'
Those, of course, are my thoughts.
Kept to myself.
And after learning personally,
That patience with sacrifice...
And the doing of those things,
That were right for me...
Pays in the delivery,
Of unbelievable blessings...
My patience has become short,
With people whining all the time.
It seems my best conversations,
Have been with people...
I discovered had aches and pains,
And at no time with me did they mention them.
Or did they give me a reason to suspect it.
Until I noticed a slight limp when we shared smiles,
To then walk away.
It's still amazes me how many things I find to do,
The moment I hear others begin to make excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The War That Men Do
Agreed. It's greed.
Politics is war without bloodshed...
War is politics with bloodshed
Making peace is too harder than making war.
The object of war...
Is not to die for your country
But to make the other b*stard die for his
War is not an adventure
It's a disease within us
We can no more win a war...
Than we win an earthquake
A harvest peace grows...
From a seed of contentment
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*CONTEST WINNER, Poetry Poem, April 7,2006.
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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Whether This Embarrasses Or Not
Listen Carefully.
Forget merits of integrity.
And those with credentials to teach it,
But...
Somehow have missed quite a few lessons,
In the process of 'obtaining' a permit...
To be deemed accountable for their actions.
Doesn't it seem preposterous,
Absurd!
Like seeing a hippopotamus in leather hip boots,
To hear someone vehemently defame someone's character,
For a wrong that was 'supposedly' done to them on purpose...
When these very same people,
Have not shown a shred of accountability in 'anything'.
But expect to be lovingly embraced showing up hours late,
'After' an event has taken place.
To then be heard embellishing truths with extended exaggerations,
And overheard making the same excuses used for years...
To dispel their lack of respect for anyone or anything.
But yet...
Will have the audacity to announce what someone has done to them,
As if a patience awaiting to address their whims...
Will not for them run out!
And it will for them end whether this embarrasses or not.
People who don't 'get it' don't seem to want to,
If it should mean a taking away of an attention they receive...
By imposing their lack of concern for others' time or patience,
If it proves to them these acts are inconvenient to consider.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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Part Of Your Life
J. spinks
Youre taking this hard - and I still dont know
If weve got a price - Ill let you go
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
I cant complain if Im not sure
Ill only remain if youre still pure
Im not gonna be just a part of your life
You know I wont share you with another man
So dont expect me to try and understand
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
(chorus)
Theres another choice
Theres another dream
Theres another place
Another reason for living
Theres another face
Theres another mind
Theres another soul
Another heart I could find
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
I dont wanna know what might be wrong
Start looking for something that might be gone
Im not gonna be just a part of your life
Making up for lost time wont ease the pain
Or start looking for something - just to ease the strain
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
(chorus)
I dont want a friend just to turn to
I dont need a hand that can only pull me through
Im not gonna be just a part of your life
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
song performed by by Outfield
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