Often Awed
A doer of good deeds,
Isn't sitting to receive accolades...
Heard,
In thunderous applause.
Thinking what is done is deserving of it.
A doer of good deeds done to do...
Is often awed,
That what is done naturally...
Gets any attention for those deeds done,
That pleases the giving of the doer...
Whose choice is the choosing,
Of the doing of those good deeds to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Good Deeds Done
The best of good deeds,
Are not the ones discussed to be done!
The best deeds that are good...
Are those deeds lived,
And done by the ones who know
When and how to give!
Getting deeds done
Without discussions,
Weaken good intentions...
With diminishing attention given!
And spoken words without action,
Provide no satisfaction.
Although distracts with attraction,
That gets everyone talking...
And then walking away,
Just to say,
They promised they would come!
They promised to provide support...
But not get involved,
With getting good deeds done.
They see deeds as no lasting remedy!
But distortions of their involvement,
In the eyes of everyone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it takes,
To accomplish those deeds he needs
To satisfy.
Not one to resist,
Risky challenges that may exist.
Or will he run,
From those that persist with resistance.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Knows when to do that,
And not back track.
Enjoying the notion he does not slack.
Not him.
Dissect and remove,
If he has to correct.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!
Nothing stops him!
And if he has to crawl,
To get done what he does...
He will.
With skills!
And a sacrificial will he has to fulfill.
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it is...
He has to do,
To do what it takes to get a job done right!
And that is the reason he has been called,
To lead!
Dedicated To:
President Barack H. Obama
United States
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Law of our existence.
Knowing or not everybody works out the law,
Doing what is in their mind without a flaw,
One attracts with thoughts of positive or negative,
The other plays it out by became the executive.
Criminal deeds are done with uncontrolled urges,
So are good deeds from the heart's messages,
But there are some who have hatred or greed,
In the meantime plays goody-goody, pays dearly for this deed.
Who works for the devil will get their punishment,
Both the thinker, so is the doer both had same commitment,
But those who choose peace, kindness & understanding,
Will live in peace, true contentment & happiness never ending.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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With A Slacking Done To Piggyback
With a slacking done to piggyback.
Some boot the doer,
Strapped in a saddle and allowing that.
Some boot the doer,
All day long.
And showing strength,
With a disposition strong.
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Slapped and smacked back...
Some boot the doer.
Pity patters chit chat.
Some boot the doer.
And all day long...
Showing strength is the doer.
The doer shows strength and is strong.
Que cherche-tu mais oui beaucoup...
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
It's true.
Very much of this if you look for it.
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
And quick!
Strapped in a saddle and allowing that.
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
With a slacking done to piggyback.
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Slapped and smacked back...
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
Que cherche-tu mais oui beaucoup...
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
It's true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An upright soul
Thoughts must conform to words
And words to deeds to give peace.
Good thoughts and bad words: one is
raw.
Bad thoughts and good words: one is a cheat.
Good words and bad deeds: one is
cruel.
Bad words and good deeds: one is a
barker.
Thoughts, words and deeds must not
be
In conflicts to ensure an upright soul.
25.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Deeds
Of all the greatest deeds
That man has ever conceived
It would be that one deed
That no-one ever did see.
The greatest deeds of them all
The one that people would recall
It would be that one deed
That no-one had ever saw.
The deeds that are always shown
Is like the wind that has blown
You are are cold and then awakened
But its memory is never known.
The good deeds that are quite
They are the ones with all the might
They are never, ever forgotten
And they are always in ones sight.
Randy L. McClave
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Blown Down By Adverse Winds
Never are our good intentions remembered,
When mistakes we make take centerstage.
And judged with sustaining attention given to them.
People will remember the vision of one crawling.
But the only one who remembers the pain of standing,
With a commitment made to walk tall...
Is the doer.
Being there in the presence of others,
And left accessible to be scrutinized with wounds concealed...
Leaves more of an impression by those surprised,
Than deeds done that have survived time.
Or the countless efforts made again to run and heal,
After one has been blown down by adverse winds.
THIS is a personal quest no one can contest with objection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Don't Think So-The Rationale of Robert
I am a bad person
At least I have done bad things
I admit it.
Lied, hurt others, cheated
and things worse.
yes, I know.
All bad.
But I don't really believe that I
am a bad person.
I am a good person
who has done bad things.
Most I am sorry for;
some I am not as much
as I should.
But what am I to do?
A good person
trapped by my own bad deeds.
Should I flagellate
repent, confess?
But why?
The deeds were bad, not I.
A really good person could see that
and forgive me.
A bad person can not and will not.
So, I guess they are bad just like me.
Now that leaves the good people
who see that bad deeds are not me
and forgive.
They even may forget.
But the fact they able to do that
makes me feel inferior.
They think they are better than me
and that is bad.
So, if they make me feel bad
then they are not really good people.
So, you see the whole world is just like me
even if they don't think so.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In A Combo State Of Mind
How do I feel,
About what has been done?
And who did what to who and why?
Who deceived and who told lies...
And who denied with alibis?
I'm not surprised by the showing of your interest.
I feel this...
May they get what they deserve.
And may it be served as it was presented and dished.
May those involved find it to their taste.
With an acknowledgement that what one puts out...
It will return to the doer to have the doer remembering the deed.
How do I feel,
About what has been done?
I have no regrets.
I am not the doer to receive,
A retrieving done of a passing along of misdeeds.
Of course I am feeling blessed and pleased.
You can say I'm in a combo state of mind.
You know...
I want to sing AND dance with a bit of grinning too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A priest is no good
A knower is not a doer.
A doer is more than a knower.
A priest is only knower.
To seek truth, go to a doer.
22.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Didn't You Say This Before?
In the doing of what it takes to get things done,
By a doer...
Why is it,
There are those who do not know what a doer does...
Yet,
There they are...
Appearing from nowhere,
With their mouths opened...
Rattling off their unsolicited and nagging suggestions,
As to how anyone who does what they do...
Should do what they suggest while they,
Do absolutely nothing,
But argue with the doer of a doing that gets done.
With a wasting of that doer's time?
'Didn't you say this before?
This is sounding familiar.'
YES.
And somehow you just can not get the hint!
'Maybe because I have no clue what it is you are talking about.
And who is the dodoer not doing the dodo to the dude.'
HOPELESS I tell you.
It's a 'hope' that's getting 'less'.
'And now you want to change the subject.
And you always tell me,
I am the one not knowing how to communicate?
I am the only one who makes attempts to do it with you.
But NOOOO...
You want to talk about toilets and who uses them.
You've got a problem and you don't want to face it.'
I know.
You're right.
I do.
I agree.
I need some time alone.
Maybe that's what I need.
Some time to myself.
To get some rest.
'I understand.
Give me a call if you need me for anything.
You know I'm on your side.
You take it easy, okay?
Don't stress over it.
Let it go.
Forget it.'
I will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Appears May Not
What appears in front of you,
May not appear in front of me.
But you and I,
We are mentally connected!
Morally with a chemistry.
And spiritually through this...
We both can see!
A manipulation to have us both believe,
The process of a smokescreen works.
But the doer is the one deceived,
By such deeds of such shallow intentions...
A mindset limited breeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As one acts and conducts himself, so does he become. The doer of good becomes good. The doer of evil becomes evil. One becomes virtuous by virtuous action, bad by bad action.
in Maitrayaniya Upanishad
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Solicitation of Empathy
Those who remind others,
Who does what to them and when...
Are just as wicked as those they claim,
Cause them pain.
Or miseries no one sees a doer of such deeds,
Begin.
With perhaps much more embellishment.
And a solicitation of empathy to gain.
Finding it not so easy to inflict upon a 'picked' culprit,
What one wishes to have done and sustain.
An overacting of facts is what remains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeds Of Ideas
Karma destiny is also born in the seed of ideas
thoughts are father to our deeds these deeds
sown both good or bad are seeds of our destinies.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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History is Bunkum
History is Bunkum
History is often written by the victor
A web of deceit woven by the writer
To glorify the deeds of his master
And decry the good deeds of the loser:
His name is vilified
His good deeds set aside
His just cause demonised
Only the winner is glorified
History is father and mother of lies
Fabrications the writer describes
Leaving us an account after his demise,
A legacy that hopefully fools and survives
The passage of time testifies to its credibility
Self-interest confers on it the seal of authenticity
It is then paraded as the voice of truth and sanity
But we all know it is mostly hot air and vanity.
poem by Isam Hussain
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Witch Wolf
Written by james young, ray brandle
Lead vocals by james young
Reoccurring symptoms
Answer the baleful howl
Bringing me dreams of darkness
The doer of all thats foul
Raping the minds of infants
Sower of unplanted seeds
Full moon warrior
Doer of sordid deeds
Witch wolf
Night rider
Why do you call for me?
Thirteenth hour madman
Bringing my soul to fire
Visions of my sweet beulah
To torment soon retire
Witch wolf
Night rider
Why do you call for me?
Got my one-way ticket
On this hell bound train
I cant seem to stop falling
I bear the wrath of cain
Witch wolf
Night rider
Why do you call for me?
song performed by by Styx
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With A Demanding Of Credit To Be Given
There are those,
Who wish NOT to be given credit...
For those deeds they did not do.
Even though they may have provided,
The motivation.
And there are those,
Who wish to take credit...
For deeds they did not do.
And will make claims,
They were instrumental...
In getting those deeds done.
With a demanding of credit to be given,
To them!
Just for their association of knowing 'who'
Has perform those tasks.
With a customary delivery of much embellishment.
They wish to get,
What they so richly do not deserve.
An attention that is mentioned.
With a spotlighting done on their lack of skill.
And an absence of talent...
Believed is their right to steal.
And today...
These thieves seem to be everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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