Objectivity
Because I had no 'things'
To display to gain your respect.
For years you disrespected me.
And taunted my efforts,
As less than best.
Today your 'things' are gone.
And you are hanging onto pretense.
I never valued the playing of charade,
In masquerade.
And now you say I cling onto a bitterness.
Because of your dismay? ? ?
I will say your 'objectivity'
Has left you crazed!
THAT I will say.
Don't you think it odd,
The attention to me you give.
I think you are riduculous.
Since the happiness I live,
Is priceless.
And you are not due a single thought.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed Are Some Programmed Mindsets
Giving of myself, talents and time,
Use to be an easy thing for me to do.
I didn't mind it.
I found in doing so it was enjoyed.
Until I discovered my efforts being taken for granted.
And I stopped feeling grateful to give my stuff away.
'Assuming' what I had done was appreciated.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
I then began to notice people,
Believing to be doing me the favor...
To share in the wasting of my time!
Thinking of me to be perceive as selfish.
And 'if' I had not given my best,
They wouldn't have known me at all.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
Today as I come to think about this,
I give them less of my best.
And of me it is thought I seek their attention.
That's how people into themselves think.
Until they are shown,
Doors that have been permanently closed.
And ignored are those with turned up noses.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
And their lack of consciousness!
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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Suspicious Are Those With Wicked Wishes
There is nothing more disturbing,
Than someone observed...
Espressing joy and happiness.
For no apparent reason.
And those on drugs,
Have a certain appearance.
While those alcoholic,
Have eyes clouded in denial.
Those natural high lifers,
Are often thought of to be crazed.
Or completely detached from reality.
And today this amazes those distracted by it!
How often is it that one is seen,
Smiling and content?
And absolutely self abuse free.
While attracting attention AND comments.
Has a rehabilitation been the cause of this sensation?
Something of a discipline has occurred.
With a vibrancy that expresses verve.
How encouraging!
And this takes nerve.
Suspicious are those with wicked wishes.
'Oh...
They 'have' to be doing something more than nothing!
Because too much attention they bring to it! '
And discipline and self respect,
Are the last things loose lips digest in minds to accept!
With an evilness projected.
And leaving those 'bugs' that fly up their asses,
To camp out in a permanent residence.
Although finding it unsafe to stay there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Yesterday I done things that pleased others
Today I do things that pleased myself
Tomorrow is the day I change what I have done wrong
Yesterday I hate things that hurt me
Today I shall change things under my control
Tomorrow I shall do more that I can envisioned
Yesterday I had past my youth era
Today I am wiser than yesterday
Tomorrow I will become a legend because I dare to dream big
Happy are those whom appreciated what yesterday had brought
Happy are those whom plan for things to do today
For tomorrow what might bring us is eternal happiness and peace
Yesterday Time flies so fast without realising we are already dead
Today Wasting our time is wasting our life
Tomorrow Time is valueless and priceless
Let yesterday remind me of the sweet memories of yester years
Let today be my reminder of treasuring our life
For tomorrow may bring uncertainty onto our life
So let us treasure and value our time
Time becomes priceless when we take things for granted
Time becomes meaningless when we face our final moment of our dead
Time becomes tomorrow heaven when we treasure the present moment.
© 2011 Lawrence Hiung
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Have You Ever Done That Before?
Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
You may believe they establish you a status.
But there is something that can be said about pretense...
That leaves those hungering to spend their time,
With people who express a common sense...
From thought producing minds.
It is a rarity to find folks,
Who have not been tainted or provoked...
By teased materialistic dreams.
Or the kind of people who become identified...
By where they live and what they drive.
Living a quality of life that seems delightfully contrived.
Yet inside of them there is a frightful hollowness...
That is silently screamed,
And quietly demeaning them.
Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
And their absence,
Also has not revealed you possess an integrity.
With your identity gone packed away with your 'things'...
And no integrity left you can display or bring,
What is it that you claim you can give to offer?
Superficiality?
Okay...
And,
What else do you have besides that?
Do you have anything we can chew on that's concrete?
How about a conversation we all can contribute.
Have you ever done that before?
Had you considered comprehending after listening,
To complete sentences...
Delivered to your assuming ears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Close what You Treasure
Keep close what you treasure,
Snug to hug your chest.
An abundance of those who had their eyes closed,
With lost integrities...
Are on the prowl with confessions to profess,
A losing of money like a child of innocence.
And incensed they are with a bitterness,
About a wasting of their valued time.
They 'now' have discovered that to be precious.
With an envying of those who chose to live.
And not spend it on the worshipping of things.
To forfeit what a doing of that brings.
And time they want to take...
With a weeping done on shoulders,
To express their misery and heartache.
Don't let them sneak and take your peace.
Many who have sold their souls,
For a taste of baubles and bling.
Now today they say,
Those bright shiny things mean to them not a thing.
And approach with an encroaching,
To sneak away your peace.
With a luring to gain your empathy.
For purposes to steal it from your mind.
Since they have not a dime.
From a clawing to a top with a bursting bubble pop.
They find now that has left them flat,
On their behinds.
Don't let them sneak and take your peace.
Keep close what you treasure,
Snug to hug your chest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lies Love Pain
Many roads, many hills
lots of ups and downs
some lies, some untimely
hard to trust, must gain trust
many years to go, time to row
change our ways, end the lies
gain the trust, begin to live
love will grow, happiness will come
marriage will grow, family will show
Many years past, things get better fast
talking, listening, sharing
they are the key, sure will see
everybody deals with lies love pain
many over come, some never go home
give, trust, honest brings love and happiness
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Throughout the Meadow
I discovered my purpose,
Long before your good credit rating...
Maxed out on overdrawn credit cards.
I have never identified with bling,
As a means to represent my dreams and wishes.
Being 'different' has had its benefits for me.
I owe no one anything to maintain a pretense.
I am who I am.
Basic.
Truth and I have been friends for years.
But I will admit...
We have had our ups and downs.
You,
On the other hand...
Celebrated achieving faked peaks.
And today you tell me I know nothing of the valleys?
Remember,
That's where you left me before making your climb.
However...
Your whining everyone can hear,
Throughout the meadow.
Have you lost your purpose and your mind,
On borrow time and the cheap 'blinging' of things?
I thought you knew who you were?
Was it you who said I wasted my life,
On useless dreams?
And here you are...
Screaming as if 'you' are the one crazed.
But...
You may be reflecting your purpose.
Who am I to pass judgement?
Enjoy.
Have a great day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Me?
If I could promote happiness...
I'd ask all sadness to flee.
Nothing but joy for everyone,
I would choose for friends
My neighbors and of course,
My family.
And I would do those things correct.
Not neglecting to respect.
Every chance that I would get.
Doing a good deed daily I would do.
If I knew that would bring a smile or two...
On a few disappointed faces today.
If I had my way,
I would hear no one say...
In dismay,
'Why me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pieces
Pieces of me, pieces of you, consisting of others
Teachers, friends, coaches, mothers, and fathers.
The older we get, the more we see
Pieces of others, that make up today's me.
Little things that we learnt from years past
Little things to which we now hold fast
Ways to do, views to see, ways to live
Ways to love, grow, to learn and to give
So many people, each with a little contribution
Many of whom never have attribution
For the things they gave, the things they taught.
Things that are priceless, cannot be bought.
Some of them will never know
How much they helped others grow
They will never perceive their influence
Neither will they see the difference.
Pieces of you, pieces of me, rubbing off everywhere
A little on her, and a little on him there
Forever changing their lives, for worse or better
Making them weaker, or making them stronger
So many pieces of you and pieces of me
Please, be careful what they be
Wherever you go, whatever you say or do
Guarantee that something will rub off from you
Never underestimate your words and actions effect
You never know just who you might affect.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Little Things
Little things mean a lot
Little things mean a lot
When I wanted someone to give me the world
You accepted me and smiled
And let me know that you were my girl
When I wanted fancy things
Gold watches, diamond rings
You gave me your hand
cause only you could understand
Chorus:
Little things mean a lot
Appreciate what you got
If you give all what you have
Its forever well last
Dont sit around and wait for all
The great things in your life (sweetie)
Little things mean
Little things mean
Little things mean a lot
Giving me the best doesnt mean
Giving me happiness
Ill be satisfied with anything that comes close
I dont wanna settle for less but if i
Do I must confess I wont
Take it if its not from your heart
Sometimes we get wrapped up
In all the fancy things but
Dont expect life to be perfect
It dont come with static cling
Chorus
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Greatest Satisfaction
Life gives us many opportunities to live
Happily if we can learn to live
Others happiness that they deserve
With tons of care, joy and love
And when we give all these things
To others then the joy it brings
Give us greatest satisfaction of all
In every deed of kindness big or small
So to gain joy what we must do
Is to give happiness to others too
And give others the joy they deserve
With the gift of tons of care and love.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Book of tenderness 11. My deepest respect goes to you
Even if you're just born
a minute ago I respect you
whether you are the infant
struggling to understand
Your new environment hail
to you! My deepest respect
goes to you and your team
Mates who you will meet
somewhere in the playgrounds
of the world.I salute you all
my deepest respect goes to
you all and that includes you
Who will be sleeping under
The stars tonight God has a
plan with you so sleep there
And wait for none knows
For how long till deliverance
notices you
My deepest respect goes to you
Who will be getting married today
Just remember that you have huge
responsibilities now it doesn't
Make sense to go sleeping around
and behave as if you skipped
The teenage years remember you
don't want to bring the scourge
Of AIDS home
My deepest respect goes to you
who nurse them and you who defends
them and you who protects them
My deepest respect goes to you
And never mind me
If your employers and your masters
and your colleagues respect you
Really you can disrespect me
I am comfortable with that
Surely you need a respite from
all this respect I offer myself
To be disrespected for a change
Surely someone some unfortunate
Brute like me must bear the brunt
of the disrespect I will carry
That cross for the disrespected
of the world for a change
I am comfortable with that
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
Those who were comfortable being who they are...
Were honest with themselves.
And to me this was a priceless possession.
People who talk about their stocks and bonds,
And investments they live on...
I don't fault them for what they believe is security.
People have their values and I respect that.
It is the ones self obsessed who appear to thrive best,
On masquerading their unhappiness....
With a projecting of pretentions the try to hide,
In a shallowness of emptiness.
The 'look-at-me-and-what-I've-got-type'.
You know...
The ones climbing down from their high horses,
Hoping not to be seen at night.
Since today the economy,
Has their mouths and lips shut firmly tight!
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
Well...
Those who were and 'still' comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank You God
It's not about what one has...
Collected for purposes to attract attention.
Teasing others to please an ego.
With no other need than to stir up jealousy.
And to make a driveby to old neighborhoods.
Just to see who and what is left standing.
Hoping to see someone,
Who is down and out!
Or to use to brag about what one has...
And who has not!
Things change!
Even from hands they do.
Those who may have thought themselves on the bottom...
Only have to keep faith,
To realize that's true!
Someone who may have pointed their fingers,
And laughed at you...
And that pain within you may have lingered?
Go on about your life and live!
People like that with only taunting to give...
Be patient with yourself!
You will witness them with nothing else...
But grief!
And as that kind of grief from you has left...
You will someday see them.
And when you do,
What you view may scare you to death.
But don't give them a look of shock!
Or stop to mock their agonies!
Just say, 'Thank You God! '
Things change!
Even from hands they do.
Those who may have thought themselves on the bottom...
Only have to keep faith,
To realize that's true!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect
For reasons I dont know I treated you so cold
I wish I had those times again
Cause something that you said keeps ringing in my head
Someday youre gonna wanna come back and youre gonna wanna treat me fine
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little
I watched me push you down in dreams I had of you
And all I remember about those days is I would run around thinking that youd be alright
But you lost your light along the way
And oh you were right about the things Id say
Cause if I had it back again I know Id treat you kind
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody got to have somebody
Everybody got to have someone
And all I ever wanted from this play
Was someone to talk to when I get down
It seems you get the things you give along the way
Now all I need is one more chance to make you feel like hanging round
Everybody needs a little
Everybody needs a little
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody needs a little respect
Everybody needs a little time
Everybody
Everybody got to have someone
song performed by by Train
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Your Wonderful Parade
Your wonderful parade
Moving thru the towns that rise and then they fade
Over streets that pass the houses where you've stayed
Your wonderful parade
Your daily masquerade
Paper masks behind this face that you have made
Crumble down upon foundation that you've laid
Your daily masquerade
(*) stand in line try to climb
Meet your wife at cocktail time
Surely you should try and choose a better way to fall
Your marvelous charade
Never could be worth the prices that you've paid
Blindness is a part of every game you've played
Your marvelous charade
Repeat (*)
Your daily masquerade
Your wonderful parade
song performed by by Carpenters
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Priceless
The fact that you
You think you can
Speak to me
The way you do
It pains me to believe that you
Have never stepped out of the skin you've lived with
And then, and if
This day occurs
Your tongue, the taste
Will immitate a battery
The anti-equilibrium
Your stomach becomes the floor
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was...
A light goes on
Up stairs, the attic is a place of solitaire
Isn't big enough for both of us
So who will swim in eel infested oceans
Kiss and say goodbye
because the tide is coming up and in
Yeah, water, water, water everywhere!
And every chance to sink!
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
It's a proclamation
Of the things you aren't
The ways you wish you were
A split second
Percieving of the way you really look to everyone of them
I wish that you could see because
I wish that you could see
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
song performed by by Incubus
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Before any empathy is assigned
Those guilty seem to always display,
Their hypocrisy.
I'll repeat that!
Those guilty seem to always display,
Their hypocrisy.
Whenever there is a feeling felt of giving,
It is the disadvantaged 'children' targeted...
To gain the publicized attention.
Cuddled in some donated TV sponsored closeup!
Those beyond the acceptable,
Age...
Of gaining a displaying of charitable grief,
By those feeling a twinge of remorse.
Will have to rely on their poverty,
Hunger and homelessness...
To first become a filmed documentary,
Before any empathy is assigned.
And...
Of course,
The more pathetic the look...
The quicker those filming can get paid!
It is all a charade to use the needy to pocket and run...
Industries that have been created!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Try to Use Logic
Let's set aside our differences,
Of opinion.
And together,
Come to this agreement!
No where will I...
Or should I obligate myself,
To have your priorities...
In my head.
Nor hold myself accountable,
For the lack of interest to do so.
No where in my mind...
Can I find,
Justification to feel guilty...
For your display of irresponsibility.
And I recently spent all of five minutes,
Being concerned of giving that too much thought.
Let's set aside our differences,
Of opinion.
And together,
Come to this agreement!
You will,
In the very near future...
No longer accuse me for not being 'there' for you.
And I...
Will not find it necessary,
To wonder where you are when I arrive...
To find you gone.
Doing whatever it was that suits you.
AND with whoever.
And we...
You and I,
Can today agree...
That completing those things I need to do,
To get things done...
Will not anger you.
And while I am doing that,
At the best of my ability...
You will focus all of your attention,
On locating a purpose for your life.
How's that?
Does that sound reasonable enough to you?
'Don't try to use logic on me.
It is a little too late for that!
You're 'always' thinking of yourself!
What do you think I am,
Stupid?
If you don't have time to drive me,
To my job interview.
And wait patiently,
Until I'm done to bring me back home...
Fine!
But say it.
Don't beat around the bush with me.'
Son...
I love you.
But at 45 years old...
Don't you think,
That's YOUR responsibility?
You 'kids' are something else today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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