On 'This' Thanksgiving Day
We come together,
To give our gratitude and thanks.
With a forgetting at times,
Of those who have come to go...
To allow us to ignore,
Their unselfish contributions to us made.
And how truly blessed we are,
To be able to witness the road our ancestors paved
And on 'this' Thanksgiving Day,
Few can admit...
A missing of our mothers and fathers.
Relatives and friends we can not forget.
With an acknowledgement if it was not for them...
Few of us would have a reason,
To celebrate this day as we come together.
To eat the feast and enjoy this gift God has given!
Written By:
Lawrence S. Pertillar
'Larry'
For The Pertillar, Countryman, Dixon...
Vinters, Reddick, Branch and Jackson Families.
And so many more connected...
To the roots of this blossoming tree.
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Let Life Know You Can Show It Is Liked!
Let life know you know it.
Participate with it as if it is enjoyed.
As if it is accepted...
And you are not annoyed!
Be grateful and say it.
It's okay to pray...
And be thankful!
Every second of each day it stays.
You didn't have to have it.
It didn't have to be given.
Or come your way.
As easily as a bad habit picked...
One many say they are trying to quit!
Let life know you know it!
Introduce yourself!
Become the best of friends!
In the end...
You just may discover,
Taking it for granted
Should not have been a priority!
With demands made it did not understand.
It should have been your main event.
Before you witness it...
Being sent away unfulfilled!
Let life know you know it!
And it will let you know,
You are loved!
And love of life you will feel!
Isn't that what makes your life real?
Let life know you know it.
Let life know you can show that it is liked!
(Dedicated:
To my cousins by the names of
Pertillar ('many')
Branch ('not too many')
Ward ('a bunch')
Countryman ('quite a few')
Vinters ('a handful')
Jackson ('several')
Shepard ('a few')
Proffit ('very few'...lol)
Cicero ('a few')
Langston ('very few')
Brown ('a few')
Wilson ('A few')
Williams ('several')
Freeman...(New York City and New Jersey clans)
And...that's just a partial list! Lol...
This is the 'cousin' to an earlier poem I wrote entitled 'Let Life Know You Know It' Now the 'cousin' says... 'Let Life Know You Know It Is Liked'
And... Cousins 'always' want to add their 2 cents! / LOL)
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
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They Too Dangle
If you suck the sap from the tree,
To feed your own interests...
Without seeking ways to replenish,
OR preserve what's left...
You sap the life from the tree.
And guess what?
Have you ever observed yourself,
Dangling from a branch?
Connected to it as the leaf you are,
Leeching.
Well...
That branch from which you leech,
Is connected to that tree...
From which you attempt to leave sapless.
And surrounding your unconscious doing,
Are others who are not as thoughtless.
But like you...
They too dangle,
Precariously with similar sefishness.
Until they dropp from that same tree...
Lifeless.
But you,
And those like you...
Wish to speed up that process!
With your frenzied greed.
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What Has Become Valued
Those who are proud of their dysfunctions,
Could care less...
Where they are exhibited.
With the acknowledgement undenied,
That their contributions made to society...
Has added definition to what has become valued!
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I Don't Sit With Expectations
Nothing that I have given to give,
Do I regard in the giving...
As something I still own.
If I have it to give,
Why should I announce it to be known?
When I give that's it.
I don't sit with expectations,
Believing I'm deserving of a return favor or gift.
I'm not one to sit premeditating what it is I give.
Or a value placed on that which is received to take.
It would be nice if I am respected.
But I admit there is a bit of selfishness connected.
I know that God will bless me more...
If I give just to give and not think what it is for!
I don't need my back patted to have my ego explored.
And My Father doesn't tease when He pleases me.
I receive to do a giving and in that doing is my need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Joys Of Thanksgiving
This day in November,
Special and remembered...
By many who are grateful to celebrate,
The joys of Thanksgiving.
With preparations made to express,
An appreciation.
In prayer and with faith to commensurate,
A gathering with family members and friends...
On this occasion,
To eat and feast upon past memories shared.
As an awareness of those many blessings given...
Seem to us to have more of a meaning as we reflect.
When the experience of witnessing...
Many moons and seasons come to pass,
To allow us yet another chance to embrace and grasp...
The importance of each other's presence.
And our fortunate lives we can so easily take for granted.
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Get Another Routine
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
At least one that appears to be,
Something that is consistent...
With the way things are today.
Revisiting yesterday with determination,
Says one thing about those who attempt to do this...
A comfort has been found in the exploration of limitation.
And the growth of technology has already made many victims.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
What your ancestors did,
And those before them...
Is not going to spread your mustard.
Or connect you to those hours of tomorrow,
Flashing by your eyes 'today'.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
If you are waiting to taste a sandwich wished...
It is recommended you acquire another taste.
Or select something else to nibble.
It would be wise if you tried!
I'm sure your ancestors did this...
Or you would not be here,
Discussing their contributions to your stagnation.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believing What Is Done Is Exclusive and Fresh
Most times it is better to leave things as they are,
If your mind is at peace with contributions made.
And anyone can say anything that they wish...
About your attitude and disposition,
To disturb the happiness you currently possess.
There are those who enjoy projecting their perceptions...
To benefit their mental limitedness.
A clarity of mind does not seek definition.
Especially when one 'arrives' feeling blessed,
And grateful.
While many still ride a merry-go-round,
Believing what is done is exclusive and fresh.
And,
For some it is!
That is why most times,
It is better to leave things as they are.
Or if you desire,
Choose to participate...
Knowing that choice is up to you,
To make and do as you wish!
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Thanksgiving
Time to put our problems aside and get along for
Thanksgiving
With family, friends, and relatives
We all have something to be thankful for
I'm thankful for my family, friends, and God
Without them I won't be here today
I feel so lucky and grateful for what I have
Some of us are less fortunate and don't get to celebrate
Thanksgiving
It time to give back
You will feel great about yourself
It make you think about life
Some of us don't care about this holiday and we should stop and think and care
That we all are so forunate and grateful for what we have
Some of our tradition we do are watch football, family dinner or party
Thanksgiving
It time when we all get together, laugh, eat, smile, and have a great time
Thanksgiving
Gobble, gobble
I wish you all Happy
Thanksgiving
I hope you all have wonderful time because I'm going to have fun, and be thankful for what I got now
Thanksgiving
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Forgive! The Forgetting Will Come
The most difficult thing one can do,
But has proven to rid one of anxieties...
Is to forgive oneself!
With an acknowledgement of a wrong done.
Regardless of who did what first,
To anyone!
Forgive!
The forgetting will come.
Why remain embittered waiting for another,
To express remorse.
Some folks carry a hatred to their graves.
And for what reason?
To ensure the beating of a dead horse,
Has been successfully done?
Forgive!
The forgetting will come.
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The Risk Is in the Giving
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
With a showing of an ungratefulness,
The giver of the gift to give...
Often leaves with this believed.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
And when one does hear from another,
A thankfulness expressed.
The one who is gifted expresses this,
With an acknowledgement...
It is 'not' the gift one gets,
But the thoughtfulness of the one who gives...
And that is the exchange one does not soon forget.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Receive
This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
Of its bloom unfolding.
I receive this breath of life You give.
I admit I am inquisitive...
To witness an obstacle that sits.
And You assist with a lift of it,
Off my path.
The faith I have,
Does not ask of You how this is done.
I receive my challenges,
In all ways they come to be wrapped.
To let me know my life...
Is full of assorted delights.
Some I may or may not like,
But they are mine.
And I receive what it is You wish for me.
In prayer everyday in the way I know I can...
I thank You.
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On the Side That Lives
Some see rain as an opportunity to cry.
But without it,
People aren't nourished.
And when a drought happens things die.
Yes,
I want to know life!
And I want to experience,
All there is that is connected to it.
There is a clear mental divide happening.
And I want to be on the side,
That lives to know life,
To appreciate it as a gift.
With an acknowledgement of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before You Deliver Attitude
You should never take 'anyone' for granted!
'Why? '
You never know.
They may be a branch of the same tree you belong.
And since you tell me you are still discovering your roots,
You might ask of few questions before you deliver attitude.
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Just to Share Their Good Wishes
Often folks are depicted,
To be less influencial than they are.
Most times than none,
This is done by relatives and friends of some.
With a demeaning of one's character.
From an innocence that is done!
Now...
If the one who is victimized,
Wins the lottery...
Or some other monetary prize.
Relatives, friends and those unknown,
Expose themselves from beyond closed doors...
And everywhere else,
To make themselves known.
Just to share their good wishes!
And...
Of course a taste,
Of what for them they find delicious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Owe You A Depth Of Gratitude
Remember...
They are there to represent 'your' interests.
Your standards.
Your way of life.
Your depiction of normalcy.
And from what I've seen...
Your decision to label me an outcast?
Brings a comfort to my consciousness.
At least I now know,
Those ambitions I had wishing to fit in...
Have been saved by your acknowledgement,
That I didn't.
I owe you a depth of gratitude.
But I will admit,
I did have my doubts for a very long time.
And a not fitting in...
Is today,
The least of my concerns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Praises For This Day You Witness
Give praises for this day you witness,
In gratitude for those blessings...
That have come to you.
Why hesitate to await permission?
Why do that,
After all you've been through.
Yesterday with delays and impatience...
Has gone and should be erased.
No need to redo or relive a past,
For you that has dues paid at last.
Give praises for this day you witness,
In gratitude for those blessings...
That have come to you.
Who more than you deserves these gifts?
To do as you choose...
As God wishes you to do.
With faith and hope and sacrifice,
You have succeeded to achieve a peace.
It is yours to keep,
And know this is true!
Be thankful.
Give praises.
Know that God loves you!
Do not feel guilt or a selfishness.
This God for you has done.
He has chosen you to bless!
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I Am Here to Stretch, Grow and Bloom!
I do not walk in your shadow.
Or idolize your humanness.
Nor do I wish for things you possess,
From my ancestors' treasure chest!
Your quest to defeat my presence...
Only diminishes your own.
Your look upon me with the same eyes I've got.
The same two feet I stand upon.
And a heart that beats God stops!
You are just but a twig,
On the same branch I live!
I am grounded from the same tree of life.
Without its roots...
Neither one of us would exist!
Unfortunately you are the one,
Apparentally not aware of this!
And I do not intend...
To let my experience given,
Begin to rot from within!
I am here to stretch, grow and bloom!
And you will not block from me the Sun.
I knew what it is you were and was not...
From day one!
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My Mama Did Not Raise No Fools
Why do I daily,
Make it my business...
To seek and hug a tree?
And ignore those who snicker about this,
With a laughter I can hear..
But choose to dismiss their activities?
Well...
A tree is rooted,
To all that I am.
Without trees with leaves,
We wouldn't be able to breathe.
Or...
Be able to roam greedily leeching,
Believing God has gifted us to be...
Selfish just to exist!
Trees,
Are solid and grounded...
To 'this' Earth we stand upon.
If it wasn't for the dirt from Earth,
Nothing grown from it...
Would be eaten or found.
And IF it wasn't for the assistance,
From the Sun or clouds above...
Not a dropp of rain,
That produces drinking water...
Would for any of us be allowed,
To love.
Have you ever witnessed a fish,
Crawl or limp aided with a walking stick...
Upon dry sand?
Or a man, woman or child...
Live without eating out of Mother Nature's hand?
Have you?
LIES!
No you haven't.
Why do I daily,
Make it my business...
To seek and hug a tree?
And ignore those who snicker about this,
With a laughter I can hear..
But choose to dismiss their activities?
I am connected!
That's correct.
And respect that which assists my existence.
With a feeling that is blessed,
To have within my head this perspective.
Cause my mama did not raise no fools!
Although there have been times,
I will admit I have been foolish.
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No Yesterday Denied
It is there,
And I have it to give.
My faith! To celebrate.
It's there,
And I have it to give.
My hope! To not let go.
It is there.
And I have it to give.
A thankfulness released,
And to breathe...
For the rest of my life.
I get up each morning feeling gratefulness.
With no reason for a doubt to keep.
I get up each morning feeling gratefulness.
And blessed...
To know I have sacrificed.
And I get up...
With no yesterday denied.
How could I when I'm blessed,
With no yesterday denied.
It is there,
And I have it to give.
My hope! To not let go.
It's there,
And I have it to give.
My faith! To celebrate.
And I get up...
With no yesterday denied.
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