Number One
Honesty is often admired.
And in privacy...
Those known to be that way,
Are more than welcomed.
But an honesty admired,
That becomes publicly outspoken...
Around others unfamiliar with it,
Can stun them and have them run.
Most people rather not be shown,
Associated with it.
Most people collectively,
Choose to be accepted.
And today no one wants to feel shunned.
Knowing until an approval of honesty,
Has yet to be done.
Since currently dishonesty for many is number one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In all honesty
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and a mug of hot chocolate.
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is more exhilerating than anything else.
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever That Disconnect Is
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
Or...
The coming into contact with it.
And the mind is telling that person...
What is seen done and heard,
Is not for them meant.
'There has to be more to it?
It's too...
Revealing.
Too...
Real.
Too...
Mysterious.'
There is 'something' about honesty,
People unfamiliar with it can not accept.
Maybe it is the unexpected directness of it.
But...
Whatever that disconnect is,
People should prioritize in the doing of their best...
To get to know what being honest means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Selected Beliefs
Put into its right perspective...
An honesty that is and maintained.
This kind of perspective...
Isn't going to be accepted,
In a society basically fed...
On a diet of delusions.
Let's face it!
Honesty is not the thing,
People receive readily.
Nor regularly!
And for many,
Honesty is traumatic and fear producing.
Honesty chases truth away.
Truth offends.
Who doesn't know that?
Now,
With a little bit of sugar...
Some animation,
And an adult speaking in a child's voice...
Deceit, being discreet and kept secrets,
Are priorities kept and practiced.
And...
Will sustain one's selected beliefs,
Those chosen to become tradition...
For lifetimes of celebrated mystique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Prefer To Keep It Frozen
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
Unfortunately...
Not everyone welcomes this gift to receive.
With a keeping it under wraps.
To pack away in one's attic.
Or...
Stored in one's basement.
To leave it frozen in a freezer,
With a thawing no one will ever see at all.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
But,
Left corrupted...
A shocking honesty can awe.
To be abducted.
Shocking honesty can awe.
With none conducted.
A shocking honesty can awe.
And...
Leaving it to freeze,
Never to thaw.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A precious acquisition
Honesty,
A virtue so precious.
With it,
Lives are saved.
Without it,
Are lives destroyed.
Honesty,
A precious possession.
The humble,
Like a guest embrace.
The greedy,
Like an enemy they shun,
And with mud,
On its face they smear.
But the fools,
Like a stranger they fear.
Honesty,
A precious possession.
Its lovers,
To hens are metaphored,
But their ridiculers,
Are the hens themselves,
For God,
Honesty initiates and loves.
So anyone,
Who honesty champions,
Will for eternity,
God's friend remain.
Honesty,
A priceless commodity.
poem by Michael Wamalwa
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Bill Cosby
No punches pulled!
Straight up and in your face.
A man tells of disturbing events...
Absolutely making no sense.
Speaks he does,
To a particular race.
And what they continue to do,
To themselves and children too...
Is a disgrace!
And saying so,
A stance he takes!
How can lack of discipline,
Be something to be admired?
How can uninspired people...
Expect so much,
With a collapse of disregard.
Entertained by fantasy!
Fed by delusion.
Nourishing empty minds long retired!
A heritage disrespected...
From neglect and irresponsibility.
Slipping and sliding into oblivion.
A conformity wished...
That is blissed with unconsciousness!
This truth expressed.
Is this the hopelessness digested?
Publicly addressed...
Are the comments of Bill Cosby!
Dedicated To:
Bill Cosby
For his wisdom, honesty and insight!
'An ignorance does not deserve appreciation!
What it needs is an honesty that is bared and addressed! '
~LSP~
Thank you, Bill! I so admire your intelligence.
You are, indeed, a friend of humanity.
And a truth so many can not face today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Redemption
Mercy is an option-
unredeeming in
my attire of pain.
Lashed by bitter
storms of accusations
my honesty is
poor protection.
My armour
I thought-
never knowing
it would show
my Achilles Heel.
Opening myself
in all my
rawness-
in all my
lack of beauty-
in all that
I have ever been-
My honesty
is my undoing.
(Hasn't it always been?)
Mercy is an option.
Not one I'd choose
though.
I'll wait.
And Hope.
Because I know
it's my honesty
that will stand
guard-
When the demons
of doubt
are vanquished.
As they must be.
As they will be.
For,
Though pain be its gift,
Love never fails.
1 July, '07
poem by Usha Pisharody
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Who Should The People Be Willing To Trust?
If a claim is made,
By one to be better at representing the good...
And the best of the people's interest,
And all that is shown and known,
Is one's abillity to collect the dividends of benefits.
Who should the people be willing to trust?
Someone who has clearly been publicly showing it?
Or someone who refuses to reveal,
The depth of their honesty...
And a suspicion to lust and feast discreetly?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises Must Be Kept
A promise is a vow of honesty
And honesty is the foundation of love.
Love is a bond that can never break,
As it falls from the heavenly skies above.
But what is a bond that cannot break
If dishonesty gets in its way?
What is a connection worth to us both
If pain and suffering is what we must pay?
If it's something about me, my love, let me know
And I'll readily fix what I've done.
But I think, if we're honest, it's not at all me,
Only you and your life on the run.
For a virtuous vow of honesty
Is a promise you shouldn't accept,
If it's always replaced by excuses and lies.
A promise is a promise and must be kept.
poem by DiaDuit Cluaiste
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Honesty
You steal and take from everyone else do you feel good about yourself
Instead of taking try to give and then you'll feel good about the way you live
honesty need some honesty
too many of us filled with greed overlooking those who need
open your eyes and change your ways open your heart and break away
honesty
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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Only Love Counts
Only love counts
Honesty may prove valuable
Build trust
Make me believe all you say
But honesty like faith
Cannot charm me
Truth is not always logical
I believe when I choose
Doubt comes when it will
Stays long enough
And goes of its own accord
Only love counts
Honesty may prove expedient
Confirm hope
But will not bond me to you
poem by Samuel Nze
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He Was Saved
HE WAS SAVED
He did not die,
He was saved,
From living in the world of,
Illusions, dishonesty and cheats,
He used to talk,
Of honesty, love and compassion,
If he lived,
He has to bear the burden,
Of corpses of honesty and truth,
He did not die,
He was saved
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Big men’s honesty
Big men displaying honesty
To gain trust worthiness
Could not have become big men
Had they shown such honesty
When they started growing big.
Don’t give weight to their display.
06.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Honest Politician
There was a man, whose reputation in the land was strong;
In winter and in summer, honest as the day was long.
So all his friends advised him that before his time was spent
He'd have to run for office and go into Parliament.
On honesty and openness this fellow then campaigned;
From telling lies or twisting truths he without fail refrained.
He told the people what he thought they all wanted to hear;
He'd tell his honest policies to all who'd lend an ear.
He said were he in government, then things would have to change;
He'd made a careful study and the laws he'd rearrange;
He'd have to cut some salaries and trim the public spend;
And half the public servants to the dole queue he would send.
He said that we relied too much on borrowings from banks
And we would be in trouble when the housing market tanks.
We'd all have to work harder, for we reap but what we sow,
And all restrictive legislation, out the door he'd throw.
And lots of other policies he said he'd put in place;
The nation would be better off - we'd be back in the race;
Give help to honest industry - he wouldn't sell the farm;
He'd boost the military so we'd all be safe from harm.
The people listened to him and his honesty admired;
They said his goals were admirable and what they too desired,
But they had all grown used to scams, pork barreling and lies;
Some wondered if this honesty was really very wise.
Opponents, unfamiliar with this new found idea - truth,
Just winked and nodded - said they'd see him at the voting booth.
He's still around, he hasn't changed, by all he's still respected;
He got few votes, we needn't fear, he didn't get elected.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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If An Honesty Is Given
I am not one to hide emotions,
To have them spared.
I am a human being and I want that known,
With feelings 'here' and 'there' to be shown...
And shared with others who also care.
Those afraid to express themselves,
To keep hidden those sentiments to protect.
Do themselves much injustice,
When 'they' expect...
Others to understand what they can not confess.
What point is it to keep feelings deep,
To have others guessing...
What is below the surface kept.
While those denials one accepts...
Are secretly peeking from such inner depths.
What point is it to wish for honesty,
If one has not taken those steps to believe...
If an honesty is given,
Shouldn't that one who has given it...
Have expectations for honesty to be received?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tenderness
Words & music by paul simon
What can I do
What can I do
Much of what you say is true
I know you see through me
But theres no tenderness
Beneath your honesty
Oh, right and wrong
Right and wrong
Ooh, never helped us get along
You say you care for me
But theres no tenderness
Beneath your honesty
You and me were such good friends
Whats your hurry?
You and me could make amends
Im not worried
Im not worried
Oh, honesty,
Oh, honesty
Ooh, its such a waste of energy
No you dont have to lie to me
Just give me some tenderness
Beneath your honesty
You dont have to lie to me
Just give me some tenderness
song performed by by Paul Simon
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I'd like to introduce someone who has just come into my life. I've admired him for 35 years. He's someone who represents integrity, honesty, art, and on top of that stuff I'm actually sleeping with him.
quote by Shirley MacLaine
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