Only Deliveries!
Only deliveries!
That's what I've come to dropp off and leave.
Not to dispense with the sharing of tensions.
Or discuss escapades to vacate through exits.
Those decisions are not mine to mention or hint.
Only deliveries!
That is my mission and why I am here sent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Disparities Are Exposed
I am a writer.
Not a combat fighter.
I choose to use my mind for thought.
And not to collect schemes to manipulate,
With teachings learned to others taught.
I have ambitions to ascend up and beyond,
Those trenches and pits...
Others sit with a searching for fresh conflicts.
As if they have a life purpose determined to journey...
To either start them or add fire to ensure they exist.
I have a tool I use and proud to have.
And bitter and sometimes sweet are my deliveries.
But never will I preach a hatred.
Nor deception will I seek.
And if I should encounter either...
The best I will do to crush them under my feet.
Since keeping my love and peace intact,
Will be done by using methods that are not beneath me.
I am a writer not a combat fighter.
However...
My cheeks are not made for turning.
Nor are my eyes or mouth meant,
To keep them shut and closed.
Both will open when disparities are exposed.
I have a tool I use and proud to have.
And bitter and sometimes sweet are my deliveries.
I'm just that kind of guy!
Although I don't make claims to be wise.
I am too proactive to allow that to be admitted.
And yet there is a wisdom I can't deny or disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money For Nothing
Now look at them yo-yos thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and chicks for free
Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys aint dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy thats his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot hes a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovesns
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And hes up there, whats that? hawaiian noises?
Bangin on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Get your money for nothin get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs, lord
Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and your chicks for free
Money for nothin and chicks for free
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Relief organizations both large and small are coordinating deliveries of food, clothing, water, and other basic necessities to those impacted by Katrina.
I Am Wishing For Something Other Than This
Because I made decisions,
To release and free myself of tensions.
I have been told I am not 'really' happy.
I am told I hunger for a success that shows.
I am told my lifestyle is much too basic.
And I wish for things to hear others sing,
My praises.
Because I made decisions,
To release and free myself of tensions.
Preferring my peace,
Surrounded by more of it...
I have split from all conflicts to release.
I am told 'this' is NOT what I want!
By those who have no clue...
Just how much of this nothingness,
I have earned!
And how grateful I am,
To have what I have 'heard' said...
I am wishing for something other than this,
Which isn't mine to keep as is...
In abundance.
Instead of participating in a rat race,
With those of familiar faces.
Needless to say...
I can smile,
And walk away!
With this treasured basicness I own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Knocked Up
Knocked from a spot on top.
But not knocked up!
Or out of the loop.
I have my genes to thank for that.
Otherwise,
It would be obvious...
I was such a whore of words.
And happy not to be impregnated,
By every impression that came to lay...
Just for a 'quickie' to then leave!
To have me left desiring,
The same thing repeated...
Over and over again!
And I can't be loyal to just one expression.
Or addicted to the fit of it.
Variety is the spice of life.
And I like to switch it up!
And 'hopefully' will continue to practice,
Safe and satisfying mental deliveries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Have Been Victims
Leave them to fight.
They will be clinging on to life...
Asking 'why' very soon.
Barbarians can do only one thing successfully.
Declare victory...
After total destruction,
And chaos has been determined.
It convinces them they created fire.
And the only purpose the Sun has...
Is to bronze their skins.
Ignoring those of natural color.
For fear insecurities will be exposed.
Leave them to fight.
They will be clinging on to life...
Asking 'why' very soon.
And those who have been victims,
Of their crimes...
Appear to be both deaf and blind,
To the sounds and sights of their screams.
Wondering...
Why do they point to the sky,
With frightened looks in their eyes?
Since all they see are angels,
Coming to make deliveries!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How I Want You
Do you want me?
Why?
And most importantly...
How?
'Am I to make quick deliveries?
Donate.
And then leave?
Am I the one you had your eyes on,
All your life?
Or do you regard me as a chocolate bar?
Something you want to nibble and lick.
Finding within your mind a like you delight.
Or perhaps...
Something that doesn't prick your lips...
With venom if it isn't what your thought of it.
And the absence of it is an absence to forget.
Which is it?
Do you want me enough,
To put up with my stuff?
And...
How do you want it?
With tenderness...
Or do you like it rough?
Tough.
Insensitive and mean?
What is it with me you see differently? '
Do you want me?
Why?
And most importantly...
How?
'Well...
If it has not been observed by you,
Yet!
What that is standing up,
Damn near to my chest.
Or,
How I want you.
And the 'why' in my eyes,
Have not made it clear...
They are trying with a struggle,
Not to pounce out from a hiding...
In the crevices of my mind.
Ready to declare this a begging scene.
Then...
You have missed 'your' dream.
However...
PLEASE do not interfere with mine!
As you analyze the How and Why of this...
Already taking too long! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Know the audience
The elaboration will bore the intellectuals.
The technical will bore the common folks.
The romance will bore the kids
Deliveries of speech must suit the recipients
02.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This Christmas That's My Wish
And I think of Christmas,
Through the year.
Of falling snow,
And flying deer.
Hearing jingle bells...
And carols of noël.
And with each gift I pick and choose...
There comes this special wish,
That happiness will lift all smiles...
And no one's dream is missed!
This is Christmas!
There is such a joy in me!
I still see Santa Claus...
Rushing quick with deliveries.
And I know it's getting near that time...
When snow and hope appears.
As laughter fills the smiling eyes,
Of every child I'm near.
This is Christmas!
And there is such a joy in me!
I still see Santa Claus...
Rushing quick with deliveries.
And I think of Christmas,
Through the year.
Of falling snow,
And flying deer.
Hearing jingle bells...
And carols of noël.
And with each gift I pick and choose...
There comes this special wish,
That happiness will lift all smiles...
And no one's dream is missed!
This Christmas...
That's my wish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Quite Ready To Forgive
Making the decision to demean someone,
Does not return fruitful dividends.
Or softens the payback one gets.
And there is nothing to romanticize,
When the time arrives and has a way...
Of making those deliveries unexpected.
And quite the surprise it is,
For the ones hoping their misdeeds...
Were not taken seriously when done.
Even though their 'fun',
Affected the life lived of someone else...
Not quite ready to forgive or forget any of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Die And Cherish
We die and cherish for all those involved,
I have blessed the money and wealth;
This is my partner and solid gold for all,
I can see obscurities whilst I walk.
This life invented me with language
Of the costs and deliveries.
You pain me when I obviously tread
On the right carpet, the right life.
So then live when death has arrived
To combat the illness of a force so rich.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Why are some great?
The mass and the velocity
Determine an object's movement.
A winged seed travels,
Thanks to the lighter mass.
A bullet travels fast,
Thanks to the velocity.
Successful men are more
From their velocity,
The capacity to spread,
Than from the worthiness
Of their deliveries.
No man can become great
Without maneuvering power.
29.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Waiting
Waiting, waiting.
All the time debating.
Faining that I'm okay.
Will it come today?
I can only hope and pray.
Continually waiting for that day.
Hoping for the part I wish to play.
It comes so slow. How far shall it go?
If only I could know.
The waiting is so laborious.
How curious.
The days feel like eternities.
Waiting for these deliveries.
How long must I sit here waiting?
Internally debating,
sometimes crying and praying.
poem by Michael McParland
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Politically Incorrect Poem 3
The latest European edict from Brussels
commands that horses
must have a passport, with photo...
(our local brewery
still used them for local deliveries -
accountants proved them cheaper;
and of course, great publicity)
How many horses
can you get in one
photo-booth?
And they'll need quite a few more
shit-hot
passport inspectors
so watch that arab stallion
strolling so casually
onto the cross-Channel ferry -
might he....?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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So Fresh Are These Days of Awareness That Come
Fresh are these days of awareness.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
And those who sing the blues,
Had other choices...
But they refused.
Deciding to keep their minds completely fixed.
To a way of life,
With standards and values today quickly nixed.
Wishing now they had kept things simple.
But consumed they are with bitterness.
With others like them...
Who have been deceived and tricked!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
And a whistling is heard!
Coming from those who kept their eyes opened.
Observing reality for what it is!
Now they watch those disturbed.
Those who sit stubbornly...
With hopes their delusions maintained,
Will someday again...
With the aid of false prayer,
By them who dare...
To display a sudden faith.
Be served to end the reality of their heartache.
But where were they...
When the earth began to shake?
To awaken those from their sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfamiliar Knocking
Overnight a growth process does not begin,
To become uncontrollable.
A control loses its hold,
When people pretend...
The hearing of them is negatively mentioned.
And those unafraid to make bold sentiments,
Are ignored as being pessimist...
Who are nonconformists.
And overnight troubles are not planted to manifest.
It just seems that way,
To those bumping against them with their eyes closed.
Only to open them...
When unfamiliar knocking is heard,
On both the front and back doors.
And a peeking through them,
Doesn't prevent bricks being thrown through the windows.
'NEVER! ...
In my wildest hallucinating dreams,
Could I be convinced something like this...
Would remotely happen in 'this' part of town.
Since all of us HERE do our utmost best,
To protect those 'standards' we treasure and value.'
~Did you happen to get a glimpse,
Of who might have thrown those bricks? ~
'Yes.
Those adorable children living across the street.'
~And...
Just how old are these children?
Would you happen to know that? ~
'Of course.
One is 27 and the other 33.
I happen to know that because they still come over,
To play with my kids.
That's why I am at my wits end to comprehend,
Any of this.'
~And...ah...where are your...'kids'? ~
'You know...
My children are very civic minded.
They are out making deliveries,
To those poor and needy in the inner city.
They said they had packages to dropp off.
Usually they are back no later than 2am.
I am so very proud of their efforts.
And the tremendous chances they take,
For such a worthy cause.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Street Mission
I dont know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
Im about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And Im promising nothing
Im just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...i need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...Ive got something
Ive got someone
Ive got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night
song performed by by U2
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Street Missions
I don't know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
I'm about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And I'm promising nothing
I'm just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...I need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...I've got something
I've got someone
I've got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night
song performed by by U2
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Vacate Those Dark Days
Vacate those dark days!
The ones experienced.
And those anticipated to dedicate,
Another round of wasted time.
Vacate those dark days!
Get up and leave them.
Or have them removed,
From the corners of your mind!
Vacate those dark days!
Eliminate the reason,
For them to stay in your way.
And why...
Are you rehearsing,
Self denial and sacrifice?
To please what outcome?
For what and for whom...
Do you give this attention to?
Chase away your blues.
Collect every key,
That frees you to unlock every piece...
Keeping you in a tolerance,
To nibble upon such contented torment.
Collect every key,
That frees you to unlock every piece...
Of this self inflicted madness witnessed.
Be done with it.
Vacate those dark days!
The ones experienced.
And those anticipated to dedicate,
Another round of wasted time.
Collect every key,
That frees you to unlock every piece...
Of this self inflicted madness witnessed.
Be done with it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasies of Accomplishment
Does a normalcy achieved with good credit,
Remain so when lifestyles crumble...
And taxes are still due on what is 'owned'?
When a quality of life as shown today,
With very little quality of it left...
Begins to fade as the end of a masquerade nears.
Do those who brag about being on one job,
For twenty-five to thirty years
Rush to retirement pensions dwindling?
Or do they wish they had been mavericks
Who decided many years ago...
Being thought of as 'crazy' isn't nearly as bad
As trying to hold onto something,
That not only has lost value...
But everything about it has lost meaning?
When squirrels are secretly meeting
To discuss sharing their nuts
With the less fortunate..
I would think that this would be a hint
That a way of life taken for granted,
Is changing more rapidly
Than those who believed...
Holding onto material possessions
Leaves an impression,
They should and could possibly sleep peacefully at night!
Especially those who find they are clocking more hours,
Than dollars to maintain fantasies of accomplishment!
And 'where' does this all lead?
To a sharing of never ending delusion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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