Out Of Their League
When one picks on another,
Out of their league of abilities...
There is going to be a display,
Of animosity.
With beliefs a deserving of equality,
Should be shown and given.
Although...
Questioned by the doing of it,
By those obvious to the lack of comparison.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Live My Beliefs
I respect your acceptance,
Of that which you keep...
As a means to obtain your sanity.
Never have I questioned your choices.
Although I have never received,
A mutual showing of respect shown to me...
I am not the one complaining in a campaign,
To have what it is I believe focused upon...
With such attention.
I live my beliefs!
I have no need to reach out,
With a convincing of them to mention.
I live my beliefs daily and with intention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implemented Craziness
It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?
People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.
People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.
People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!
It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?
It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Questioned the Reek
When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.
Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.
Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.
And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!
With a renovation to extend the existing stench.
Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.
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Your Vision Is Not To Be Questioned
Am 'I' arrogant?
Is this something you are assuming?
Or does this show?
Have you been told this?
I want to know.
'It is too obvious to deny!
You reek of it! '
Great.
You had me worried.
I thought this was something you assumed.
And I've been spending too much time,
Nourishing it to ensure it blooms.
It's not yet perfected.
I am allowing it to grow.
'You have an absence of humility!
None that I can see.'
That too is wonderful.
At least your vision is not to be questioned.
Not by me.
Thanks!
You have restored my faith.
I admit sometimes it weakens.
And I pray everyday,
To keep it available and on display.
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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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCI: Questioned
The king will fall if his wisdom is questioned
The soldier will die if his loyalty is questioned
The lover will separate if his love is questioned
But the poet will keep singing even if his sanity is questioned
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Has Anybody Else Questioned the Dawn
Has anybody else questioned the dawn
and wished, for once, the sun would hide its face?
In reverence for all those who have gone
somehow, the lack of cloud seems out of place.
The wind has dropped and warmth is all around
so early on this tragic, mournful morn.
What solace in this sunlight can be found?
Has anybody else questioned the dawn?
The speculation starts the usual way.
The questions growing louder by the hour
as people grope for something kind to say,
some words of hope to sap that day's dark power.
Has anybody else questioned the dawn,
and wished for once that yesterday was gone
(Written on the day of the Cumbrian Shootings in 2010)
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Embarrassed And Battered
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Some people bring home their tempers to leave.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
While others show their hearts hanging on their sleeves.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Dragging on their backs every burden to keep.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Bringing on their moodiness when they turn the key.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Keeping everybody up so they can't sleep.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Some people bring home their tempers to leave.
Bringing on their moodiness when they turn the key.
Dragging on their backs every burden to keep.
While others show their hearts hanging on their sleeves.
Keeping everybody up so they can't sleep.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am A Veteran
I am a veteran.
Once a young patriot who had volunteered,
To join the military.
And it was clear a sacrificing of my life,
Was a possibility.
And yet the thought of it did not frighten me.
I am a veteran.
I did not decide,
To slide over onto Candadian borders...
Thinking I could avoid my responsibility.
With an escaping of a draft I did not receive.
I wanted to protect those deserving of freedom.
I am a veteran.
One of the Vietnam War Era.
I didn't walk the halls of an Ivy League college.
To party in between studying for a degree.
No!
But I did take college courses and studied diligently,
While also performing my military duties.
I am a veteran.
One who is Black 'and' American AND proud to be.
But as a veteran I have learned,
The battles I continue to fight...
Are needlessly fought on the streets of my own country.
With people who did not serve a duty at all...
But feel they are more deserving of entitlements,
And a respect not shown to me.
Yes...
I AM a veteran.
But yet I am expected to support,
Those who feed their greed.
As I am perceived,
Not to be worthy!
And so hard it is for me not to believe,
The color of my skin is the reason for that.
I am a veteran.
Conditioned to aware of the facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treated As If Royal Guests
It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.
Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.
Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.
And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.
But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.
One never knows!
Do one?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Become Addiction Free
Those images that most impress many,
May not be as vivid and expressive...
From my interpretation,
As others who are into movies...
Amusements parks and daily escapades.
Such as having all day television watching spells.
I can sit all day and do nothing but write.
But 'somehow' the comparison is not there.
Although I've been accused of wasting my time,
In the pursuit of doing nothing!
However, I do admit to having an acknowledgement,
Of having a universal outlook of tasting and making...
A sandwich I earned if I wanted one.
Based upon a work ethic enforced by my family.
And my lack of interest to be attracted to fantasy...?
Has gotten me into serious trouble with those,
Prepared to debate their beliefs with me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accessories To A Crime
A DISPLAY and PERFORMANCE,
Of a ROUTINE...
May not be as DEEPLY FELT,
As one's pronouncement...
Of a FAITH kept in BELIEFS,
NOT PROVIDING the NEEDS one SAYS is GETTING...
RELIGIOUSLY.
'If' it is OBVIOUS a DICHOTOMY translates DECEPTION.
And has been PUBLICLY allowed to DEMONICLY ravage...
One's SOUL and GIFTS GIVEN.
No matter what the quality of those SYMBOLS,
WORN or CARRIED to DISPLAY one's ASSOCIATION...
Underlined to be QUOTED as if to keep one IMMUNIZED,
From one's BAD HABITS and ADVERSE ADDICTIONS.
SUPPLIED to ENFORCE one's SELF-CENTERED ways,
That SHOWS to ADD to ONE'S own DESTRUCTION...
As well as THOSE ALLOWING that destruction to OCCUR.
AS if to ASSIST as ACCESSORIES to a CRIME one commits.
And those refusing to be accessories,
To one afflicted with demons...
Can not be faulted for their attempts made,
To save a soul to do what it wishes from choices...
ONE should but DOES NOT RESTRICT to be AVOIDED.
With a faith one proclaims is one's strength and salvation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Animosity
Drunk skinhead with an attitude
Doing circles like a shark with his food
If someone tries to turn the other cheek
He disappears in a yellow streak
Animosity!
The only world I know is drowning in rage
Im underwater from my dreams to the stage
And any language that you learn to speak
Love is listed and defined as weak
Animosity!
Animosity and common hate
Feeds the hungry on an empty plate
A bitter taste and the promise of pain
Fills you up while the soul is drained!
Animositisomina [repeat]
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United Order Of Enoch
With communistic beginnings.
And beliefs in economic equality.
Seeing a vision of John The Baptist.
Who then taught him water baptism.
'What is this? '
Someone who tries to hide the origins,
Of their religious beliefs.
To have others convinced...
He is not a manipulating thief.
Or one who lies conveniently.
'Who? '
I am not a Mormon.
Nor is my name Smith.
'Huh? '
I don't follow anyone blindly,
Before I investigate the image.
'You've lost me.'
How is that possible?
When I am not hiding the facts,
To run for public office.
You do the research.
I've already done the math!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He was a genius - that is to say, a man who does superlatively and without obvious effort something that most people cannot do by the uttermost exertion of their abilities.
quote by Robertson Davies
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He was a genius - that is to say, a man who does superlatively and without obvious effort something that most people cannot do by the uttermost exertion of their abilities.
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Beliefs and values that have held sway for thousands of years will be questioned as never before.
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Poison Ivy League
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Hail to thee old ivy league
Poison ivy league
The ra-ra boys are sitting round the table tonight
The ra-ra boys have lots of plans in view
Theyre gonna have panty raids
And make their own lemonade
Theyll live it up just like the big boys do
Poison ivy league, boys in that ivy league
Give me an itch, those sons of the rich
That poison ivy league
The ra-ra boys will go to bed so early tonight
Before exams they need a lot of rest
They gotta make good for dad
They gotta make good so bad
Theyll even pay someone to take that test
Poison ivy league, boys in that ivy league
How can they flunk, theyre so full of bunk
That poison ivy league
The ra-ra boys are being groomed for business some day
For better things to college they were sent
And you can bet theyll be the head of the company
As long as dear old daddys president
Poison ivy league, boys in that ivy league
So loaded with cash, they give me a rash
That poison ivy league
So let it be told
I wont touch them with a ten foot pole
That poison ivy league
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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