One Too Many Times
When did the saying to someone 'No! '
Become an invitation to annoy without end?
I can understand why some parents
Have become immuned to listening
To the demands of their children
No longer are requests asked
With courtesy and respect
But a total lack of consideration
Has fast disappeared
From an expectation of getting it heard
Coming with a breath of sincerity
And saying 'no' to anyone today
Gives them rights to say
Why someone is disliked
And that 'no' expressed just might mean
The one saying it has said 'yes'
One too many times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven into Fits as Unrestless Misfits Twitch
I've noticed children that lack discipline,
Are accustomed to their parents or guardians...
Shouting out demands to them.
With cussing heard that eventually is returned,
To the same people to have their ears burn.
For the most part children learn by example.
Not from samples taught by teachers in classrooms...
Driven into fits as unrestless misfits twitch unable to sit.
To have parents defend their children looking innocent,
In front of a judge delivering limited sentences.
To nip that disrespect in the bud,
With a punishment suitable is no longer legit.
Instead what children do today is tolerated...
And out of control they are,
As everyone seems to make excuses for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Had I Knew Ya!
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
I would have given you much more respect.
Had I knew ya.
With the best...
Had I knew ya!
Of sincerity one gets.
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
I would have given you much more respect.
Had I knew ya.
With the best...
Had I knew ya!
Of sincerity one gets.
You can bet...
My foul mouth would be kept,
Under lock and key and silent breath!
You can bet...
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Knowing you don't annoy!
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
I would have given you much more respect.
Had I knew ya.
With the best...
Had I knew ya!
Of sincerity one gets.
Knowing you don't annoy!
I would not had wished you break your neck.
Had I knew ya!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
Knowing you don't annoy!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
You can bet...
Had I knew ya!
You can bet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack of respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lack of respect
Lend us in hot oil
And now we are fried like vianas
Because we lack respect
Yes respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lead us to put our feet inside the packet
And look now
We have fallen so hard in the ground
Because we lack respect
We had foolish remarks
Asked personal question
And proved to the world how jealous we are
Because we lack respect
We questioned facilitator than scenario
How? Because we lack respect for our colloquies
Because we mesmerize twaddle
We are futile
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Parents vs children, children vs parents.
So many family is divided,
Parents against children agitated,
On the other side the kids do not approve them,
Criticizing, judging for every happenings and problem.
Many child blames the parents for numberless reason,
They oppose the strong, the weak and ready to abandon,
Many times parents are dictators, keeping the kid in slavery,
Neither of them is an angel, which is an irony.
Would be lovely if children would keep the commandment,
Respecting, understanding & loving the parents every moment,
Then, maybe they would receive that treatment too,
When they become parents & only justice they would do.
Mankind is teaching about peace, love and respect,
In this moment there is neither effect,
Oh parents and children when do you understand at last?
Learn to love and respect each other and forgive that bloody past.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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Quick to Boost Children With Wit
I once sought acceptance.
As a child growing in an environment.
Living amongst those I was told to respect.
With words untold...
I also grew to respect.
On their terms.
Since the same turf we shared.
Back then and during those times I yearned,
To learn!
But as I grew to understand from hard knocks.
Like throwing rocks at children.
And finding them and their parents...
Coming to my folks,
With not a smile on their faces!
Not a one looking...
As if they came to tell a series of jokes.
My yearnings to learn,
Took me, at times, away from my neighborhood.
Sometimes alone!
And for me this was good.
I soon came to understand...
Some folks didn't have a high degree of curiosity.
In fact...
Many couldn't read.
And those kids who could...
Were kinda ostracized from the 'hood'.
And growing up in a huge family...
I kept my thirst for learning,
As a secret kept within me!
But today as an aging man...
I know how important it is,
To be who I am.
And I am quick to boost children with wit.
Encouraging them to be inquisitive.
And observe how minds empty of thought...
Will have their hands out,
With nothing in them to share or give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instead Of Promoting Self Hatred
If their parents had reasons,
Why they disliked themselves...
Like their parents before them did.
Maybe their children would be given opportunities,
To grow to decide to respect one another...
Instead of promoting self hatred to spread to others,
Like everyone they see do in their neighborhoods.
And those 'sacred' places surrounding them,
Would not appear to be contradictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Lip to Ear
'I thought you did not like me.'
Oh?
Did I tell you that?
'No.'
Oh,
So my actions expressed it?
'No.'
I see,
So how did you determine I disliked you?
'That's what I heard.'
I see...
Remember the last time I asked how you were?
And we were face to face?
And you neglected to ask me the same?
'Yeah...
But I didn't have time to stop to chat!
I nodded my head.
And that's a fact.'
I see.
Well,
Let me say this within listening distance...
Get-Out-Of-My-Face.
Take that and share it with your reliable sources.
And make sure you put emphasis,
On how nasty I was, okay?
And IF we should cross paths again...
You will have reason to roll your eyes.
I give what I deliver,
From lip to ear.
Not through clogged up and petty party lines.
'I heard you were a nasty and bitter person.'
Great!
Now you have that confirmed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gall
At one time I responded freely,
To requests and invitations.
And sometimes gave unsolicited opinions.
I did this until a respect was lost.
With demands that I react...
To feed an expectation,
At the expense of my cost!
Who are these folks?
Who believe they can demand,
From one their time.
And showing no regard for them at all.
Who are these folks...
With this kind of gall?
I choose not to be around those who stink,
With conceit like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Recall..
Today, i recall you all
Across the winds born of yesterday
Over moments spent in growth and change
You, a breath-taking memory of my youth;
What are you all, but the heartbeat of my childhood?
When days lingered, it seemed, longer than forever-
When the Seattle rains caressed our nubile skin...
And the not too frequent sunlight graced our summering shoulders;
You are the Rose Garden of my growing years
And the fragrance of joy misting itself through Washington State air
The play times of hide and seek and tag; Of Christmas and Easter Egg hunts through recollections of sheer joy;
Today, i recall all of you...
In truth, you never left my heart or mind, ever! ! !
As friends, God parents, and Blessed Gifts
Who disappeared off of my horizons way too soon;
You are as engraved heartprints
Who left their most precious marks
Upon times-all too fleeting moments
Moments cherished, yeaterday, today and forever;
Yes, today, i recall you all! ! !
Revised: July 6,2012
By: Theodora Onken
Dedicated to: Vin & Eselene, Joyce, Gary, Jimmy, Ricky and Donnie Storms
Their children and their children...
Also to: Rod, Karen and Fred, Gen and Fred Weston, The Hollingers
The Keys, The Pinto's, The Simpsons, The McIvers, The Strons,
The Lutje's, The Spang's and The Whalen's
poem by Theodora Onken
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Dignity Demands...
dignity demands...
i be who i am,
i stand for what i am,
and i do so with respect!
dignity demands...
i see others for who they are,
that i accept them for who they are,
and do so with respect!
dignity demands...
that i live freedom and equality,
bound by no man nor creed,
and that i live with respect.
dignity demands...
that i do this job,
of living and giving well...
knowing respect brings respect!
dignity demands...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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No nation which refuses to exercise forbearance and to respect the freedom and rights of others can long remain strong and retain the confidence and respect of other nations. No nation ever loses its dignity or good standing by conciliating its differences and by exercising great patience with, and consideration for, the rights of other nations.
quote by Franklin Delano Roosevelt
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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls
What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?
Art demands time
all consuming time
times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude
means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh
art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties
art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In the Raising of Their Own Children
Those that do not play an active role,
In the raising of their own children...
But appear from nowhere,
To claim bragging rights.
When discovered 'their' child...
Stands under a spotlight.
Should not be offended when sent,
A 'Thank You' card by a son or daughter.
Someone has shown them how to express,
An appreciation for being abandoned.
And given an opportunity to feel blessed.
Some children have a right to express that,
As an option.
Not an expectation.
And some parents should not be allowed,
To proclaim that at all.
Especially when the doing of it isn't done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointing Fingers To Another
To maintain a sustained incompetence,
Left and described...
As signs of the times.
Is perhaps,
A task that is vastly tedious...
For those employed and assigned to mask it,
As the most significant representation of intelligence...
This side of the Universe.
Especially,
When taking into consideration...
A steady rise of unruly and undisciplined children,
Mentioned by a weakened society...
As being restless with a needing of motivation.
And...
Too preoccupied by the advancements made,
In today's speeding technology!
With a common declaration heard,
That passes the buck...
Yet again.
With the ease of an accountability,
No one dares to claim as their responsibility!
Or has become fostered by a lack of their concern.
Pointing fingers to another,
Has becomes as traditional...
As placing blame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Should Be Consideration Given
One can choose to read.
Rate to leave,
Or not!
That does not obligate.
Or necessitate demands to make.
Requests are made and extended.
And even in the doing of such deeds,
There should be consideration given...
To those who have preferences.
And often...
One who expresses a preference,
Is compliant to what that definition implies...
Something that is preferred.
Not suggested.
Or sought in random.
And rarely not solicited,
If this is not an action wished!
And still...
STILL,
Many just don't get it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Completely Depleted of Energy
Completely depleted of energy,
That is how one will be left.
Out of breath and self respect...
When letting some get too attached,
To a willingness given to them...
Who take every step,
Someone has made for their advantage...
To allow being taken for granted to come next.
And become one's duty done,
To enhance the awaiting of another's expectation.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
And...
It may be too late,
For a teaching to take place...
If the teacher has given permission,
For the skills of manipulation...
To be used by a prized pupil.
Thinking mistakes as blatant as this...
As part of the curriculum!
When as an elective,
This foolishness...
Should not have been permitted.
Someone should have told this Cinderella,
The requests from a step-mother...
Is in a reality that is nonexistent.
When intolerance for this behavior,
Should have been long corrected...
As not acceptable.
And a 'no-no' one poses.
Instead of repeatedly giving into this,
As a passing grade.
If one is completely depleted,
Of energy because of this...
The depletion achieved may be well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Immediate Problems
I could double over suffering,
From severe bladder spasms.
Or experience pain so acute,
To drive me to puke with a sitting done...
On street curbs in view of everyone.
And not one person in my neighbor,
Would could to inquire about my feelings.
Or express a sincerity of caring first.
However...
I may be approached by someone who heard,
How I went out of my way,
To get an attention I did not deserve.
And these are the same people,
Who will declare that a coming together...
Will solve our immediate problems shared.
These are the very same people,
Who will stop to stare will announcements...
Blaring in the air,
That a unity is what the children need to see...
To establish more respect for others.
A respect they can witness to see.
And...
These are the very same people,
Seeking to criticize anyone attempting to 'try'...
To get anything done.
These are people we all know...
Who say the have no time to sacrifice,
With a giving and doing of their involvement that shows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Sense They Have of Entitlement
Some of you may become disappointed,
Your requests go unheeded.
With an attention sought...
You may believe deserved.
While others do not get upset,
Their requests are not met.
And they are the ones,
Who enjoy what they do.
Like many who pursue,
Choices they choose!
Yet some remain annoyed...
By having their demands,
Not followed through.
And they need to get over it.
That sense they have of entitlement!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Biology bond unbreakable
Estranged parents were away,
In total abandonment from children.
The parents depended for all on the neigbour.
At death, parents bequeathed to their kids.
Passion is not rational
27.06.2001, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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