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Often I Reminisce

I wish I had kept a list,
Of those who scholarly attempted...
To critique my abilities.

With their insulting snide remarks,
To put me and my 'poetic' self in place.

Often I reminisce,
Those comments made...
From the minds of limited nitwits.

And I am thankful each day when I pray,
That it is my own ignorance...
I have to live and deal with!

And God knows I know,
Just how blessed I really am.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Know That They Don't Know

They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.

They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.

And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!

Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!

They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Poetic And Prophetic

It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.

'I see the holes in shoes.'

And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.

'Those shoes have not been used.
Since many are afraid of walking.
But talk about nonsense,
They choose to do.'

It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
It could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.

'Lips flap flip flop so much.'

And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.

'Flipping lips lick ears to touch,
With venom spiced and nothing nice to say...
Yet quick to pick from empty pockets.'

It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.

'Woe goes the mogul to spend from thieving.
Wishing to steal more.
To take and not to give.
Or...
Sympathize with those begging.'

And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.

'I see the holes in shoes.'

It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
And...
This could be interpreted,
As comments from a cynic.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick

If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Has to Address Their Needs

Find fault with me.
I have been in preparation...
For dissections and critique.
When I began testing the waters,
I chose to jump in...
Learning 'then' to sink,
Or swim.
With those of shallow minds.
Or with those whose minds were 'deep'.

I did not boast to float along like some.
My intentions were based upon content.
Flash splashes made to say I can make a wave,
Or two.
Was okay at first...
But I have more than just that to do!

I have been in practice for years!

Find fault with me.
I have been in preparation...
For dissections and critique.
If I have to say in poetic verse...
How I hunger for true peace on Earth!
I will be controversial,
With comments some will bleep.

And use I do choice cuss words too.
If I feel a need to shake things loose!

Or I may select a way to probe into minds...
With an eeriness that creeps!
That I love to do,
For those of inflated etiquette standards pursued.
You know the ones?
Politically correct!
And breaking their necks to hide their flaws.
Why I love to watch their jaws drop?
Why not?

Those horses they ride high upon...
Need rest!
Someone has to address their needs.

But I would rather convey,
A way to promote...
An understanding that is consciously invoked.
However,
If that doesn't work?
You can rely on me to provoke with glee.
With a stroke of bitterness...
Yet mixed with lots of love to leave.
Although,
Not necessarily that easily found near the surface.
Give me some credit for my attempts,
To provide hints of contempt...
With a dose of mystery!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Do The Hanging 'In' There

Let me tell 'you' somethin'
I appreciate your comments,
And from the place in your head
With assessments made.
But
You do the hanging 'in' there
You the one hold your head up and be strong.

Whatever those perceptions you perceive me to be
From an outer appearance you find important to judge.
Aint' nothing here you see weak about me.
I am aware of the wrapping done to my package.

I lead.
I do not follow.
And I may do this with tears.
With acceptance.
Not with misery.

There is not one step I've made in my life,
That occurred with dependable and/or reliable
Assistance done from anyone,
Who replaced my challenges and obstacles
With vanilla smoothies!

My faith kept my pace.
And when I awaken each day I am grateful.
I pray for strength and I get it.
And I do know from where my strength comes.
Nothing I've done has a confused moment about it!

Ain't nothing here you see,
Weak about me.

I appreciate your comments,
And from the place in your head
With assessments made.
But
You do the hanging 'in' there.
You the one hold your head up and be strong.

Whatever those perceptions you perceive me to be
From an outer appearance you find important to judge.
I don't take the time to do that to anyone.
I am here to do to get done.
Not to critique those tasks given I do to complete.
Or take the time to observe who is observing me.

You do the hanging 'in' there.
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
I know who I am
With eyes clear and direction taken!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank The Men and Women

I’m thankful for the freedom
I enjoy each and every day
I’m thankful for the freedom
That lets me go my own way

I’m thankful for the freedom
To pray as I please
I’m thankful for the freedom
To satisfy all my own needs

I’m thankful for the liberties
My freedom has given me
I’m thankful for the red, white and blue
That flies to let me know I’m free

I’m thankful for the voice I have
When I want to disagree
Knowing I can speak out
And my freedom stays with me

But most of all I’m thankful for
The men and women who all fight
They give me all the freedoms
That makes my life so nice

© 2-11-11/RJH

poem by Ray Hansell
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Creating a Limerick’s a cinch.
I’ve dashed them off in a pinch.
But my wife, I’m afraid
Snide comments she’s made.
Why must she be such a Grinch?

quote by by Roger Gordon
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain

Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.

Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!

Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insulting

I can not believe,
The magic of your artistry.
Your ability to capture vivid images...
Is something I have never seen.

And the depth and scope,
Of your comprehension of the craft...
Should not be kept to yourself.
You have an audience out there,
Unprepared to be enthralled within your grasp.
YOU are a 'genius'.

'Why don't you come out and say it?
What you see is a bunch of crap.
You think I am 'that' sensitive?
And you use reverse psychology,
Believing any insulting comments...
Will hurt and shatter me in disbelief?
Tell me what you 'really' think.'

Okay.
I will.

I can not believe,
The magic of your artistry.
Your ability to capture vivid images...
Is something I have never seen.

Now...
If you want me to say that,
In a more insulting way...
I'll do my best.
Because I 'know' I am blessed with talents as well.
Do you want me to give it another try?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Thankful

(by c. jackson & m. yancy)
You may be in a big city or drivin down a country lane, yeah
Workin two jobs to make a livin
And all you do is complain, well
You should be thankful of what you got
Yes, you should be thankful of all you got
Wakin up in the mornin seein the sun rise (well, well)
Is enough to say I thank you, lord
Rollin over seein my babys eyes, uh
Is enough to say I thank you, lord
I just wanna say thank you (thank you)
Thank you (thank you) thank you, thank you, lord
(thank you) thank you (thank you) thank you
(thank you) thank you, lord---
Be thankful of what you got (you know you should)
Be thankful of all you got
You may live in the valley, you may live on the highest hill
Some people say you dont do nothin but take the doctors pills
You may be in a nursery, in a classroom
Drivin your big fine car, hup!
Airplanes, uh, take you uh far
Layin out in the sun, uh
Or just workin on the run
Hoo, you should be thankful
Of what you got, I know you should
Be thankful, oh, yeah, of all you got
(well, well) yeah----, ooh, oh
(be thankful) we need to be thankful
(of what you got) of everything we got
(be thankful) we need to be more thankful
(of all you got) of everything you got
(be thankful) thank you, thank you, thank you
(of all you got) thank you for all I got
(be thankful) thank you....

song performed by by Natalie Cole
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I've Stopped Waiting For You to Grow

Let's not forget.
And with my assistance,
Remind you.
You chose to poison,
My attempts to reach out to you.
Remember those snide remarks?
Made to me,
After you blew what I had said...
Out of proportion?
And throwing your last hissy fit.
And...
That 'was' your last!
Because I have had it with your,
Merde à la hausse.

So much so!
I've stopped waiting for you to grow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Address of a New Poetess To All Poets Here

As I open my partner this site I see
And closing it too, this site I live
In my mind and my heart I smiled gently
Jessie, at last the search you see.

I joined and left some sites I register
Thought it's nice I registered as a member
Poetry and friendship I want to share
But in the end discrimination reigns.

Ratings and comments really boost morale
Spirits rises get inspired and poetic as I
Creative and imaginative minds do survive
Knowledge, talents hidden or not described.

Surfing the web for my compositions
A poet friend introduced this portion
Sharing in my heart I thought I found
Comments and ratings not in my mind.

They are good if one needs a push
It is a flavor that a creative may savor
But to the competitors it's not a favor
Bet, surely come and show real color.

As I read and commented to a poem
Reading the history of her comments
Rise both my brows I was surprised,
Here too, a competition trouble arise?

Where on web can I join and may find
A place where no feuds and race arise?
Or can we just let that comments be
A guide for better and competition free?

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Strong To My Core

I'm impressed with the ease by which
you could sit back and idly observe,
while I was degraded and demeaned
by he who attempted to create the illusion
of superiority

His antagonistic approach?

Clearly and purposely personal,
far beyond the realm of necessity,
complete with snide comments
and a mocking smirk

I may have stumbled, wavered
and lost balance...
...even questioned my value
as a woman

...But I did not crumble

You may have shattered my heart,
my dreams, my love...

...But you clarified any doubts
I may have had that there was love
for me within your cold heart...

...And that, alone, was worth
all the heartache...

2010

poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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Captivated Is The Audience

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.

'We're concerned about the little people.'
Says one sent to speak and represents sleaze.
'Those people' who initiate wickedness...
To leave it and deceive.
Those who use treachery to bleed the Earth.
And yacht about with venom dripping,
From privileged mouths.
Are about to be themselves seized with grief.

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.

And this has been made clear,
To every aspect that makes life a possibility.
When leechers perceive and believe,
They are more powerful than that which has created them...
Captivated is the audience that witnesses their demise.

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And captivated is the audience,
That witnesses their demise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Secret Wishes Kept

It is easy to critique...
Those efforts brought forth by another.
By disregarding the elements of sacrifice.
And taking moments to slice,
With diced comments...
That take swipes at someone's effort!

Many seek attention,
Hoping to slide on coattails to gain.
And rise to reveal an expertise.
By the use of framing their remarks...
With intellectualized refrains!
To prove to anyone,
They too have brians!
But frustrations expose,
From those who take the time in pursuit.
To rip apart what others get done...
With secret wishes kept,
They too would like to produce...
What they believe comes easy,
For others they don't see sweat yet do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hope of a better Tomorrow

We sit in the midst hoping and waiting for a better tomorrow
Praying and thinking for whatever comes
Hope gives us the courage to strive
Hope makes us continue our lives
Hope gives us pride

Don't stop praying for hope
Live each day ecstatic
Live each day thankful
Live each day loving someone
Live each day loving yourself
Live each day calmly
Live each day as if it were your last
Live one day at a time

Open your hearts and minds so God can lead you
Let God help you
Let God love you

It's never to late to pray
Because we all look for hope

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Grown in Age and That's About It

Grown!
And still making immature comments.
Grown in body but not in mind.
Making comments about likes and dislikes.
And who it is they wish to beat and fight.
With the whipping done of someone's behind.

Inspite of the fact,
The one on their list for wishes to attack like that...
Has no idea these childminded creatures,
Stalk them near.

Grown in age and that's about it.
Expressing who they wish to 'get'.
And 'hit' over foolish and unbelievable nonsense.
Regardless if they are mothers and fathers with kids.
Ignorance is their policy AND initiative.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lesson #1

Lesson #1...
You can not convince those,
Who have made up their minds...
That an alternative approach,
Will provide a better benefit.

They will not hear it!
Since their minds have been blocked,
And limited.

Leave them alone,
To experience their own ignorance.
And by doing this...
You have removed yourself,
From feelings of guilt and remorse.
Left behind for someone else,
To eventually admit.

You must allow them to confront their egos...
On their own terms.
If you don't...
No one grows to learn!
And an ego on a rampage,
Isn't worth sacrificing...
An earned peace of mind!
Leave that nonsense,
To find its own way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Time Zones Trying To Find Themselves

Learning from those examples set.

These days I live and do as blessed,
I can not afford to shop around...
For those 'forgive-me-nots',
To seduce feelings of stress with regret.

Learning from those examples set.

No time do I lend,
For a stopping that drops visits to reminisce.
Not to relive and rehash experiences,
I cherish but not today live.

Learning from those examples set.

Many are mistakes I have made...
To face and admit.
I wont retrace them.
Nor can I erase,
What has taken place.

Many are mistakes I have made...
To face and admit.
I wont retrace them.
Nor can I erase,
What has taken place.

Learning from those examples set,
And observe I do,
An effectiveness they have left...
On those stuck,
In time zones trying to find themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Platitudinous Pleasures

I am not attached to platitudinous remarks.
As I reflect on particular abilities!
Really I am not.
Not on this journey I have embarked.
Do you honestly believe an ego is attached to this?
That some trite comments would give me a lift?
Do you realize how long this inside me has existed?
If you only knew...
More of a communication could have been pursued.
I have been on the pursuit of understanding...
For quite a few years.
Expressing these thoughts,
Is a gift to me God has chosen to give.
Inside of me still lives...
A craving to see others be and live as free!
I find that they are not.
No...
Especially after a glass or two of beer,
And/or wine...
With a shot of pepperment schnapps!
And perhaps...
A wee bit of blackberry brandy.
To give thoughts like these a start!
You see...
That's when a 'clarity' comes to visit me!
It seems only 'we' who know what this means...
Are connected to express,
A certain 'clearness' found to inspect.
Only to have those explain it as a creative process.
But not as a depthness coming from a heart,
That others feel free to critique...
And rip apart.
But not choosing to see or believe,
A bleeding of sorts is being done...
By those who neither find it a thrill or fun,
To have their guts poured to be ignored.
And evaluated as a tripping ego,
Wishing to be adored!
This is not that kind of discipline...
To have exposed on the surface,
Without 'something' being connected from deep within!
Who in their right minds,
Would spend their entire lives 'trying' to be defined.
If they did not already have definition?
That is not the journey...
Or the mission!
Or the condition of purpose meant.
Like the sipping of schnapps that are peppermint.
With a twist of lemon and maybe lime to add scent.
And losing an effectiveness earlier sent.
Now...
If that was known,
None of this would be necessary!
Or revealed as a gift...
Given to achieve 'something' believed.
Would it?
No need to respond.
I can handle this!
Could it be...
Just for useless platitudinous pleasures to receive?
And an overglorified ambition,
To mentally tease readers?
I think not!
Anyone who can make some kind of mind attachment...
To this rambling inebriated nonsense,
In which I am in no condition to repeat...
Is welcomed to the last of my brandy.
Sharing is one of my greatest talents.
And for that,
I seek no applause!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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