Nowhere Under The Sun To Be Seen
If to win means that much to anyone,
Feeling a need to campaign for popularity...
Instead of quality or integrity of a performance,
Delivered.
Then that one seeking to be praised,
Will eventually witness the day...
A deserved negative attention is received.
To leave those deeds claimed to have been done,
Nowhere under the Sun to be seen by anyone...
Hoping to uncover either proof or evidence,
To merit the giving of apologies...
And a wished forgiveness for a misunderstanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sent Back
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else deserving or not.
Or keep those feelings embittered,
With a harboring to become directed.
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to eventually become delivered...
Often arrive at the wrong address,
For no one there willing to accept.
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else.
Or keep those feelings directed.
It 'is' difficult to forgive with a forgiveness given.
Yet...
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to 'hopefully' become delivered...
Often undelieverable are these messages.
And sent back to create havoc upon the sender.
Where such feelings are kept anchored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declaring Something Popular
Declaring someone or something popular,
Invites the critics like flies...
To a horse's tail.
Like one's urgent need,
To use an available toilet.
When people seeking to smear,
That which they can not stomach...
When a popularity has been endeared.
Why?
Jealousy, envy.
And a need to compensate,
For those nagging insecurities that hide...
Unmentioned latent dreams of getting attention,
For anything done they do.
No matter what it is.
All they seek to be is popular.
With a making of attempts,
To diminish the popularity...
Of that which has been declared.
And the evidence of that is everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ditties
Upon 'these' walls,
I intend to scrawl...
And leave my ditties.
Many may consider my ditties,
Unwitty.
With a lack of depth.
And uneffective at best.
But I believe my ditties left,
Provided for me a therapy.
And if I received a peace of mind from this...
Those who were displeased,
Will eventually get over it.
Upon 'these' walls,
I intend to scrawl...
And leave my ditties.
Some will be read as humor to please.
While others will be skipped over,
To dismiss...
By those who see what I leave,
As rantings done by another one...
Who should seek immediate counseling,
From a professional therapist...
Who will not charge me a dime to probe!
Hoping to uncover a treasure trove.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Time To Do Has Been Done
Those who have made their false appearances,
Need not to be mentioned with a giving to them...
That kind of attention.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing to others that has been shown...
To leave what has been exposed,
Eventually known.
Their time to do has been done.
With a doing not soon to undo...
That proves there has been any integrity intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out From The Woodwork
Out from the woodwork,
They have come to slur.
Hoping to stir up grudges...
And smear more sludge,
To antagonize those already angered.
On a campaign that remains negative.
To spew more swill,
From their burrowed crevices.
And they are given the attention sought.
To agonize those with an onslaught of their venom.
But they are the ones with their backs up against a wall.
Hoping a self praise,
Will erase their misdeeds...
From those too blind to see,
The sleaze from which they breed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lifted From Deep Sorrow
You came to leave.
Not stay.
You came to do as you pleased.
And then when you were done,
You were off to another one to 'do'.
You came to leave.
I was hoping you would stay.
I wanted to believe this was your wish.
But you just came to sniff and lick.
And I held onto foolish dreams...
You could not fulfill if I wished!
You came to leave.
Not stay.
You came to do as you pleased.
And then when you were done,
You were off to another one to 'do'.
I sat thinking of you,
When you were gone and through with me.
I wish I could not feel you grieving.
But I do!
I was just like you...
Before I cut my pain loose.
But your pain,
You desire to keep remaining in the gutter.
You came to leave.
I was hoping you would stay.
I was hoping...
Something you saw in my eyes,
You would recognize...
Had been lifted from deep sorrow.
But you never looked up...
To witness my approval of your 'business' visit.
I was satisfied...
Yes!
But never regard me,
As a client wishing for your return!
I am seeking someone to specialize my needs.
And although you are good...
I do not think of you as the one to qualify,
As a fireside companion!
When my embers burn...
They do so,
For the one who chooses to stay...
As we together ignite those sparks.
And you...
Are just a quick flicker.
To leave me ablaze,
Before you decide to go out!
And I am no longer about that.
I have a lifetime of logs left to simmer,
For the one who comes...
And enjoys what we can together sizzle!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inflated Self Worth
Inflated self worth...
May be a need some must feed,
To receive attention.
Or a curiousity shown,
To them expressed and mentioned.
Eventually to be addressed,
At someone else's expense.
And this often takes place,
When those who love to embellish...
Do so,
When it is realized the audience listening...
Has several unfamiliar and attentive fresh faces.
To accomplish and achieve what one believes,
Is an easier way to notoriety...
Than providing the actual evidence that can be researched.
But then again when one embellishes a delusion,
One is hoping that a dazzling performance is sufficient...
Enough,
To enthrall newcomers and nonbelievers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Whatever It Is You Wish
What you are trying to save,
Has already diminished in quality.
Whatever it is you are hoping to gain,
Has lost from you any integrity.
It is not about a disrespect anymore.
Or any signs I await to see...
What is prioritized in your life,
You'd like for me to believe.
What you are trying to save,
Has already diminished in quality.
Whatever it is you are hoping to gain,
Has lost from you any integrity.
Do whatever it is you wish!
But you have already revealed...
You are without a consciousness,
Of my wellbeing.
Do whatever it is you wish.
You have validated a selfishness,
That will never again,
Receive a respect from me to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Succeeds
Benefits with opportunities were there,
To stare them in the face.
Their chances weren't chances at all to take.
Just acknowledging their gratefulness,
With a showing they were prepared to receive.
But they chased away everything that was given,
By acts of envy and their own deep rooted jealousies.
'Unity! ' They exclaim, 'Will set us free.'
They say this but argue amongst themselves,
Since the definition of what that means...
Provides those who declare wanting it,
No individualized spotlight of getting attention...
Wished by an ego seeking that desperately.
And,
Of course...
They see to it that no one succeeds.
And those who do,
They campaign to see them bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Doing the right thing.....
Sometimes it means giving in
When you know that nothing else matter
Sometimes it means needing to be quiet
When words can no longer deliver the message
Sometimes it means going separate ways
When things have gotten unbearable and hopeless
Sometimes it means turning away
When your presence will do more harm than good
Sometimes it means giving up your dreams
When you no longer have time to dream
Sometimes it means stop hoping
When there's nothing else to hope for
Sometimes it means giving up your reasons
When you know that they just don't fit
Sometimes it means masking your true feelings
When you know that you have to put up a face
Sometimes it means keeping the love within your heart
When you know that it can only bring pain.
poem by Malaya Bodlaver
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A Diminished Quality Of Life
More will abandon those issues,
Said to be unjust.
By those outspoken,
To focus attention brought upon them.
Than they will to show support,
To the ones advocating rights of others...
Not to have them abdicated.
With a holding onto them to leave untouched.
'Why? '
For whatever the reason,
It is clear there are those who fear...
Losing their association,
With those who affiliate themselves...
As conformists to what they hold dear.
Even though a diminished quality of life is near.
'Maybe...
'If' no one says anything,
Concerning this downward swing...
It will be noticed many are suffering.
And they will then 'eventually',
Show to all...
There has been a misunderstanding,
In the guidance of their compassion.'
Yeah.
You are right.
There is nothing that I notice most,
Than a mouth that is kept closed.
And...
A presence that remains invisible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Active Detractors
Active detractors,
Are the first to become highly incensed.
When their covert actions to divert attention,
Does not influence
With their negative intentions meant.
The use of slander and deceit to defeat,
A position taken or one to despised
Only increases the integrity seen,
Before those who have opened eyes.
And everything tried by those in hiding,
In the creation of more of their lies to achieve
Only exposes them to be the doers,
To be the cause of unsolved explanations.
Received by some as mysteries.
But discovered to be the reasons cloaked and undercover,
To be in the way delaying what should and could be
Successes to be believed.
And those active detractors,
Only desire blame to shame
Those who live to do good deeds to please,
All of humanity.
And not their own selfish feeding of greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic
So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.
They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.
A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.
And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.
'Are you jealous? '
Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.
'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Façade
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
But today a substance is more in demand.
A quality that expresses a genuine-ness...
Is a preference wished on fading deceiving scenes.
A success that impresses is slowly detected.
Folks today are seeking basic ways to live.
Finding themselves to be happier...
In participating in donating their deeds.
When that is done they quietly leave,
Without a need to make pronouncements.
Success had meant for many,
The acquiring of things.
And a dress to impress façade.
To gain attention and enhance,
A presence others would give approval...
And meaning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Displaying An Impatience Shown
There is no such thing,
As someone misplacing to forget to use...
An obtained and claimed integrity.
Or a polishing up of a trust,
Allowed to dust, rust and go bellyup in bankruptcy.
To then seek a repeating of a forgiveness,
From one who has grown too numb to give it.
Knowing the act of it means nothing to another,
Awaiting to expect to hear it given, again!
While displaying an impatience shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Stinging From A Venomous Tongue
What's been done...
Will always come back to be,
Left for another...
To be delivered,
And...received.
With a stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stunning meaning to leave stung.
What's been done...
Will always come back to be,
Left for another...
To be delivered,
And...received.
With a stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stunning meaning to leave stung.
And,
Deserved...
When,
Someone gets to receive...
A stunning meaning to leave stung.
From,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
And,
Deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stunning meaning to leave stung.
From...
Someone with a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
A stinging of it meant to be done.
It's...
Deserved!
When someone gets to receive,
A stinging from a venomous tongue.
And a stinging of it meant to be done.
From someone with a venomous tongue.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
It is deserved...
When someone gets to receive,
A...
Stinging from a venomous tongue.
With a venom spewed from someone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How to Do what Has Been Done Even Better
The achieving,
With a delivery done...
To another,
Of their expectations received.
Only increases the level,
To heighten...
Something else more demanding,
That is wished.
And 'if' disappointment,
To the one who receives and gets comes...
Because that one accustomed to giving,
Has no time to fulfill demands on command...
As if a magic wand is in one's hands,
Those who have become spoiled...
Are quick to soil one's reputation.
Without hesitation.
And...
Just as easy as those who believe...
Deeds done by a 'doer',
Is nothing more than picking what is wished...
Out of a hat!
With a rabbit or a cat.
And perhaps a few flying doves...
As an added surprise to delight and satisfy,
Those sitting with nothing else to give,
But critique and suggestions...
On how to do what has been done,
Even better.
The achieving,
With a delivery done...
To another,
Of their expectations received.
Only increases the level,
To heighten...
Something else more demanding,
That is wished.
With a showing of a caring less,
Quick to be expressed from their lips.
'You've ALREADY done 'that'!
I've seen it.
How about you doing 'this'?
With a doing of it...
As if you mean for 'me',
To be impressed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The immense popularity of American movies abroad demonstrates that Europe is the unfinished negative of which America is the proof.
quote by Mary McCarthy
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Nothing Was Delivered
Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you,
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because its true.
Now, I hope you wont object to this,
Giving back all of what you owe,
The fewer words you have to waste on this,
The sooner you can go.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Nothing was delivered
But I cant say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be,
Yes, for telling all those lies.
Now you must provide some answers
For what you sell has not been received,
And the sooner you come up with them,
The sooner you can leave.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.
(now you know)
Nothing was delivered
And its up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made evrybody pay.
No, nothing was delivered,
Yes, n someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then thats how long that youll remain.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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