Our Definition Of Satisfaction
It can only be identified,
In this life...
As being what it is.
And many wish,
To re-label what exists...
As something different.
To perpetuate fresh arguments.
There will be debates updated.
With some left pouting,
To show a round of frowns...
Twisted down on poked out lips.
But...
It can only be identified,
In this life...
As beinf what it is!
And...
That is going to remain that way,
Until inventions are created and made...
To further confuse with dismay,
Our definition of satisfaction....
Some insist it fits and theirs to permanently stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Obstacles Are Identified
When obstacles are identified in your life...
There is no need to keep them around as souvenirs.
They are obstacles.
Get rid of them.
Whether they are mental or physical.
Moving and breathing on two legs or not.
Tolerate them or keep them blocked out,
If you wish.
As if they did not exist!
And yet you allow them to persist.
When obstacles are identified in your life...
There is no need to keep them around as souvenirs.
Or classify them as friends.
Or habits you can not do without!
To keep you hemmed in with your life knocked out.
When obstacles are identified in your life...
Get rid of them.
Befriending them is not advisable.
Unless you suffer from a need to bleed?
And that's sad.
Not hopeless!
But still sad.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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'And yet,' demanded Councilor Barlow, 'what's he done Has he ever done a day's work in his life What great cause is he identified with' 'He's identified,' said the first speaker, 'with the great cause of cheering us all up.'
quote by Arnold Bennett
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If Destructive
Be with me or leave.
Arguments or debates,
I can not take...
If destructive.
I seek a companion.
Not a competitor.
And your attempts to do both,
Does not qualify as a satisfaction.
Be with me or leave.
Arguments or debates,
I can not take...
If destructive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Renewed Satisfaction
I'm back on track,
With renewed satisfaction.
I can say yesterday was okay...
But today,
I'm going to ride away!
I'm going to wave to the people,
Whether they wave back.
And I'm not going to wonder
Who smiles
Or frowns just to show me that!
Humming to the music on the radio,
And it ain't even the blues!
Cruising through the countryside,
And doing just exactly what I choose!
This boost has got me moving!
Decided I would take a drive,
To discover brand new places!
I needed this fresh breeze...
And an updated point of view!
There is no urgency to repeat,
Or retracing of my paces.
I'm doing this for me,
Like I should have done...
To free myself from you!
'I think I'll have a baked potato! '
I'm back on track,
With renewed satisfaction.
I can say yesterday was okay...
But today,
I'm riding far away!
Decided I would take a drive,
To discover brand new places!
I needed this fresh breeze...
And an updated point of view!
I needed this relief and believe me,
It agrees with my mood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed Madness Now the Rage
To a finger no one lifts...
From hands kept in balled fists,
To stop and avoid anguish.
With a listening to begin.
But those...
Arguments!
Arguments!
Arguments spit...
To foam from twisted lips!
Rose to the top of everyone's list!
To eyes open wide with chaos surveyed...
And fading promises made,
To end conflicts created.
None of this!
None of this!
None of this would have ever existed,
If fellowship for one another...
Had been consistently displayed.
Instead of a crazed madness,
Now the rage everyone seeks to stage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Is Outside And About
I don't have to wake up to smell the coffee,
To begin my appreciation for the existence of it.
Nor do I seek an explanation of what it is,
To have a picture of it depicted...
Once I have had the experience.
There is something about the living of one's life,
That has to be done with curiousity.
And for many wishing for them a satisfaction...
A gift of life that has been identified,
Is better lived when the bringing of what is felt inside...
Has been introduced to that which is outside and about,
All of life.
And not avoiding that which offends to be censored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until The Existence Comes Along
Reason only establishes the need,
Of a thing yet to become identified.
Having reason does not establish its existence,
To validate a presence of it.
Nor provide yet a truth for all to witness to believe.
A reason is in need of a companion sought.
To confirm there is an 'is' to existing facts.
And if a heart one feels is felt to be vacant...
An attraction to another,
Can dispute a vacancy with an interaction matched.
Reason only establishes the need,
Of a thing yet to become identified.
Until the existence comes along,
To confirm the feeling...
That achieves a satisfaction by the reality of the act.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A Group Effort
Anytime someone takes an independent stance,
To open their mouth...
With their own identity declared,
And tossed about.
A scrutiny directed upon them will be visited.
And selected they will to become someone's competitor.
Like an attempt to compare birds with the buzzing of bees.
Although anyone who knows the feeling to be connected...
Realizes no one is competing with or against,
That from which inside one has identified and exists.
And foolish are those who insist upon it.
Not understanding to fully comprehend this...
That an awakening that comes to one,
Is not a group effort to see who defeats to say who has won.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Just Gets Better
It just gets better.
If the worst of it,
Is not rehearsed.
If the truth is faced...
And not replaced by grief.
The kind that can weaken,
When it arrives and does not leave.
It just gets better.
If the honesty of feelings felt,
Aren't denied or excused to fake.
It has to and will get better...
When one faces reality.
To confront.
Although it comes with agony.
And perhaps joined at the hip...
With some heartache.
Confront it...
And make a clean break.
To become relieved,
It has been shakened.
It just gets better...
With each painful step ahead one takes.
Then one day the Sun removes away the clouds.
And a smile is welcomed to replace,
Those frowns well known.
But no longer condoned,
With a pouting shown and allowed.
It just gets better.
To heal one again who can now walk proud.
If the worst of it is not rehearsed.
To become identified,
And shared with others...
To sputter and suffer,
In cuss filled muttering crowds.
It just gets better,
When one's life is not lived...
To spit bitterness and spite!
And giving up that inner fight,
To forgive and let live...
For that kind of life one deserves and likes.
Set free...
And detached,
From remorse and burdens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disguised. Valued. And Protected
I have made up my mind,
To do one thing!
Especially if I am seen,
In public.
I have made it my priority,
Not to show in my eyes...
On anywhere on my face,
That I am able to keep a thought.
Or keep one too long in my head.
Nowhere do I wish it to be reflected,
I have an ability to think!
I do not...
And I repeat this.
I DO NOT want anyone to believe,
I can explain what's going on!
Or keep a thought to express.
OR...
Have it identified to be addressed.
The peace of mind I am blessed to keep...
Is going to stay right where it is!
Disguised.
Valued.
And protected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He exists and we have four people who identified him and I know who he is, where he is, what his phone number is, everything about him that one needs. All I need is a criminal trial so I can have him subpoenaed.
quote by William Pepper
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According to conviction, I am not simply what I am doing now. I am also what I have done, and my conventionally edited version of my past is made to seem almost more the real me than what I am at this moment. For what I am seems so fleeting and intangible, but what I was is fixed and final. It is the firm basis for predictions of what I will be in the future, and so it comes about that I am more closely identified with what no longer exists than with what actually is
quote by Alan B. Watts
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Unpolluted Truth Is
When truth is identified,
Honesty is done.
A familiarity of it exists.
And it can be seen,
In the eyes of everyone.
Those still clinging onto 'conditions'
Have been taught to look away.
Either they cast their eyes to the ground...
Or something hidden,
Has been done!
Or perhaps an unconsciousness,
For them has been delayed.
Once truth is discovered...
It's rather difficult for it,
To be secretly betrayed.
It's there like fresh air!
Unpolluted truth is.
And noticed when it is clearly there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Damaged goods
I have a label.
The label will stick with me for life.
And remain deep within.
The label is damaged goods.
I'm so messed up after you did what you did.
I hate to be alone near any man.
I always look over my shoulder.
I cut my arms to ribbons.
I am now known as damaged goods.
On the day you raped me.
You broke me.
You left me frightened and scared.
But worst of all you left me damaged.
Like damaged goods.
Only I cant be mended.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Identity
Every flower that's ever lived
has had its bloom, then died.
The beauty was while blooming.
It's how it's identified.
Every love that's come about
has bloomed and never dies.
The beauty in this is the knowing
that it lasts after the goodbyes.
For love is stronger than 'death do us part.'
It stays with the one left behind.
And for the one that leaves and goes their way
You still are in their mind.
Only the body withers away.
It lived and than it died.
But like the flower that had its bloom,
Love is how it's identified.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Higher Education
(Harvard's prestige in football is a leading factor. The best players in the leading preparatory schools prefer to study at Cambridge, where they can earn fame on the gridiron. They do not care to be identified with Yale and Princeton.--JOE VILA in the Evening Sun.)
"Father," began the growing youth,
"Your pleading finds me deaf;
Although I know you speak the truth
About the course at Shef.
But think you that I have no pride,
To follow such a trail?
I cannot be identified
With Princeton or with Yale."
"Father," began another lad,
Emerging from his prep;
"I know you are a Princeton grad,
But the coaches have no pep.
But though the Princeton profs provide
Fine courses to inhale;
I cannot be identified
With Princeton or with Yale."
"I know," he said, "that Learning helps
A lot of growing chaps;
That Yale has William Lyon Phelps,
And Princeton Edward Capps.
But while, within the Football Guide,
The Haughton hosts prevail,
I cannot be identified
With Princeton or with Yale."
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Ordained
Whisper and speak
In secret meetings.
But you still reek.
And that smell
Will be identified with you,
For the rest of your life.
No matter what codes you select,
That stench can not remain undercover.
And your 'calling'...
As 'you' put it!
Is going to have you isolated
For the rest of your life!
And the tragedy of it all...
You believe you have been ordained!
Putting a blemish on all humanity.
And those like you,
Who believed they too...
Function with minds that are sane!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I guess you'd call me an independent, since I've never identified myself with one party or another in politics. I always decide my vote by taking as careful a look as I can at the actual candidates and issues themselves, no matter what the party label.
quote by Jackie Robinson
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Constitution Visits
Things would be made much more explicit,
If those of leadership made constitution visits.
And saw and read and comprehend
What that doctrine says
To a nation of men and women!
No one needs to be Christian, Black or Jew
To uphold those rights for me or you!
No one needs to be Catholic, Baptist or 'Witness'
To live a life on this land that was not created for this!
Somehow somewhere someone thought of greed.
And represented the constitution for this purpose to feed!
Someone made it Christian and began to use a Bible.
Someone began making laws that from our constitution...
Was not viable!
We are fighting for the right to change thoughts of others,
When the understanding of what exists...
Has been twisted to make liable to stir up others' troubles!
Nothing that is done today,
Is from a constitution much abused that is reliable to use,
In the hands of those who choose it to confuse!
And where do the Puritans and Quakers fit in?
Believers and founders who arrived without documentation!
Things would be made much more explicit...
If those in roles of position,
Made a few more constitution visits!
Instead of surpressing realities in distress!
Creating not unity...
But a world in a conflicting mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To me, human existence exists on a multiple level, not just on a two-dimensional level, not just having to be identified with what you do and what you say.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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