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Observances

Some will disagree,
With my observances...
As with my eyes have seen them to be!
And justified as my feelings are...
And can be.
I realize they have been closer to me,
Than any opinions given near and far.
And observances come to affect...
The one that is closer to being influenced,
By the affect of them in introspect!
And best to describe with feeling...
And not with just eyes to inspect.
And left to reject and/or criticize!
Since I do not have a judgement to pass!
My observances are within me!
And within me these observances will last!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Those Unconscious Sleep

If not for love of humanity,
Would they outspoken speak?
If satisfied with injustices,
Acceptable would these observances be.

Why are some thoughtful?
Why others not?
Why do many dropp their priorities,
To try to stop such inequities?

If not for love of humanity,
Would they outspoken speak?
If satisfied with injustices,
Acceptable would these observances be.

As those unconscious sleep.
Upon self righteous fantasies to keep!
These are the lives lived and wished.
To be as far away from those in need.
And complaining to others,
How those deserving have no right to exist.
How those deserving,
Should be ignored and dismissed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unnatural Though Accepted

Although observances are founded in reality,
There are those who say these views
Are negative reflections.
If flaws appear to daunt the horizon.
And no one complains about the positive erosion!
A decaying cystal clear.
Unnatural though accepted.
An explosive affect on humanity is occuring,
But...
We are reminded of the advancements made.
Since the invention of electricity,
Allows differences of opinions to be voiced in darkness.
With an assortment of lighting effects to choose!
Many are finding this flexibility
Great for home improvement plans!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Constitution recognises no other power than that of persuasion, for enforcing religious observances.

quote by Richard Mentor Johnson
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The Closer They Get to Madness

The closer they get to madness,
The more they realize they are not alone.
The more common they become,
To those they thought lazy and dumb.
Now they find themselves...
Displaced and disgraced,
Like everyone else.
How sudden can a kindredness get?
How quick can those who 'had'
Find themselves among those
They chose once to disrespect.
The closer they get to madness,
They will receive the full affect!
Closer and closer to rub shoulders...
With an acceptance and much regret!
The closer they get to madness,
A perfected lifestyle behind them is left!
The closer and closer...
And closer,
They get!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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137 years later, Memorial Day remains one of America's most cherished patriotic observances. The spirit of this day has not changed - it remains a day to honor those who died defending our freedom and democracy.

quote by Doc Hastings
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One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.

quote by Walter Scott
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One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.

quote by Walter Scott
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Nor Width or Depth of It

You can not define my man-ness.
No height...
Nor width or depth of it!
You may observe,
A stress perhaps projected.
The feelings felt...
None like me have dealt with.
I am not part of a collective drone...
Buzzing in a hive as if a clone!
You may believe,
You know my needs.
Perceived from observances...
Randomly received.
Inside am I alone with thought.
In this shell to me God has brought.
A manhood of an expression.
To live and to give...
Without delivery of confession.
To perform is my deed.
The reason of my profession.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Studying to Qualify

For purposes of a higher income...
Those who pursue a college degree is done.

Few seem to seek an education,
To comprehend humanity.

And from observances...
An abundant need of it goes unserved.

Not many are wishing to greed for this...
As a desire to feed or crave its worth.

Many are wanting image!
And studying to qualify...
To get as much of it as they can get.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discipline Fresh Minds

submit not to mindless
religious chants
discipline fresh minds
with mysteries
of universal constants

explore thoughts
rational observances
expose rash errors
embrace discoveries
free entombed minds

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Regardless Of Those Appearances

The selling of any image,
That directly conflicts...
With that which is in existence.
And clearly represents,
A negligence that is in shambles.
Does not mean for one moment,
That the image sold free of imperfections...
Should not be held to be one golden.
With a choosing of it as reality.
And reflects all that is properly etiquette.
Since this as a deliberate promotion shows,
Has been marketed as a brilliant achievement.
Regardless of those observances.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continue to Seek the Squeezing of Amusement

An absence of a definable consciousness,
Poses more of a threat...
Than suspected terrorists.

Especially to know that those who have obtained credentials,
With no evidence of common sense...
Are daily making decisions at 'our' expense.
And that is frightening to realize...
They have solicited and caused the decadence.
With a pride that is boasted,
And getting the attention relentlessly given to them.
Like someone who is 'roasted' but doesn't get the joke!

'Excuse me!
What was that Mister T? '

*I pity the fool.
I pity the fool.*

And we...
Yes you and me,
Continue to seek the squeezing of amusement from this.
As serious as our lives suspend on whimmed nonsense.
Existing on a brittle foundation.
And, in jeopardy.
As many laugh to find these observances 'cute'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closer

Written: stock waterman, kylie minogue
2x:
Nothing, nothing
Nothing I like better
Together, now together
Nothing I like better
Closer (sampling)
1:
Sometimes
This feels so right
Im losin my mind
I wish that we could stop
And stop time
Then we could be together
All night
Theres nothing I like better
Getting closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer
Nothing, nothing
Nothing I like better
Together, now together
Nothing I like better
Closer (sampling)
2:
Somehow
I stop myself from cryin
Out loud
When Im with you
cause Im so proud
To be your only lover
And now
Theres nothing I like better
Getting closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer (closer)
Closer (closer)

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Greatness That Was

A greatness that was...
And grossly depicted in myths.
With an embellishment done,
Throughout generations entertained by this!
Has long sat on shelves dusting.
And rusted from a lack of activity.
But convenient to use as reference material...
To excuse these times abused.
Although...
Long neglected.
Yet now picked to select,
During times accusations are displayed.
For many to wave their fingers to blame...
As a decaying lays.
And everyone has paid the price,
To maintain their observances...
And their rights,
To fight to keep this in place!
As is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Profounded-Nouned-Ness

The 'light' has always been there.
Perhaps it takes 'aging' for some to become aware of it! ?
Nothing in nature has remained the same.
It is constantly 'evolving'.
Some have accepted this as 'change'.
While others hope their observances,
Will remain for them a repeated cycle.
We are just replacements.
That's it!

'Hmmm...
A 'poem'?
I think so!
I'm just so 'full' of 'profounded-nouned-ness'.
lol.

Of course my wonderful sister, Mim, would say,
'Yeah! He's full of 'it' alright! '

Inspired By:
Frances J. McAlpine Sharp
Hartford, Connecticut
High School English Teacher

'Thank you, Ms Frances'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heard to Say From Observances Relayed

With a 'healthy' mix that sits between giving,
And being solicitous...
Those who are unafraid to admit any wrongs perceived,
Or believed committed...
Can be relied upon for their genuine responses.

'Actions speak louder than words! '
Many are heard to say from observances relayed.

With betrayal conveyed by those reluctant,
And in hesitation to make any decisions that must be made.
To leave intentions mentioned,
Less effective than those deeds in faith done.
Allowing a respect no one second guesses to deliver.

'I don't particularly care for his directness!
He is too mean.
I prefer a more evasiveness!
At least a deceit can be easier to receive.
Leaving us all to 'feel' we can 'like' the one who does it! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Garden VII: Early Autumn

IF while I sit flatter'd by this warm sun
Death came to me, and kiss'd my mouth and brow,
And eyelids which the warm light hovers through,
I should not count it strange. Being half won
By hours that with a tender sadness run,
Who would not softly lean to lips which woo
In the Earth's grave speech? Nor could it aught undo
Of Nature's calm observances begun
Still to be here the idle autumn day.
Pale leaves would circle down, and lie unstirr'd
Where'er they fell; the tir'd wind hither call
Her gentle fellows; shining beetles stray
Up their green courts; and only yon shy bird
A little bolder grow ere evenfall.

poem by Edward Dowden
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Prude and Quite Priggish

To an obnoxious degree,
They point out irritations and observances
To what they find offensive.
Those who qualify themselves,
The 'Censors' of what is wrong or right.
As they delight in prude and quite priggish behavior.
Immaculate births did not welcome these jerks.
Morons of societies bleeding from the darkened shadows
Of their sluttish whims.
And they have the nerve to elect...
What is good for them,
And their ill bred disrespecting lawless children!
Prude and quite priggish these snobs of moltened characters.
Sliding they do in cesspools oiled by their soiled deeds!
Making attempts to hold onto standards...
And values they flaunt but themselves disbelieve.
Although they wish to restrict those who do not uphold them!
And such nonsense is pomped with medieval circumstance!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closer

(aimee mayo/chris lindsey/marv green)
I love the way you look at me
Cant you see
Youre the only one that I could ever need?
Cant you feel how much
How much I wanna get
Maybe just a little, just a little bit
Closer
Closer than anything
Dont you wanna be?
Closer
Til theres nothing in between
You and me
I gotta make a secret confession
All I really want is all your affection
Get a little crasy every time we touch
Close as we are, we could get so much
Closer
Closer than anything
Dont you wanna be?
Closer
Til theres nothing in between
You and me
Baby dont you wanna get
Maybe just a little bit
Look into my eyes
Just get hypnotized
One little magic kiss
We could always feel like this
Come on over here and get
Closer
Closer
Closer than anything
Dont you wanna be?
Closer
Til theres nothing in between
You and me
Baby dont you wanna get
Maybe just a little
One little magic kiss
Look into my eyes
Just get hypnotized
Come on over here

song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Only one shall win

Suicides calling my name
Getting closer and closer
Down it drags me
Right to the point, where I shouldn’t be

Whispers all around
‘Do it, it won’t hurt
You’ll be out of this pain
It’ll be over soon’

Tears fill my eyes
With a decision that’s mine to make
Right or wrong
Wrong or right

It’s so bad
I don’t care what’s wrong
My heart says different
But it’s my head I listen to

Would it really affect others?
If I was to do as my head said
That’s the point I’m at
Ready to say goodbye

Pain against love
The greatest battle
All inside of me
Only one shall win

poem by Lisa French
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