Overlooked
It has always been puzzling for me to see,
Those who have trash loads of garbage...
Piled into heaps in their backyards.
Who seem to be the first to protest in the streets,
Publicly.
To complain about how things use to be...
As if to explain why changes to them they find,
Unnecessarily imposed.
And wish to keep things as they are.
Regardless if their irresponsibility,
Directly affects the lives of others.
With no showing of respect.
But wish to have their own neglect overlooked,
And accepted as a collection of historic artifacts...
Left on exhibit to rust the appreciation,
Of the entire neighborhood that degrades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prolonged Indulgences
Go to any neighborhood.
Anywhere.
Anytime!
And there will still be folks,
Talking about how things use to be.
While they allow what is going on...
Right in front of their eyes,
To be dismissed.
As they sit reminiscing,
In prolonged indulgences.
Waiting for someone else to come along...
To pick up the trash they throw,
In their own backyards.
And complain...
No one has bothered to come around,
In quite some time!
As if that was a sign,
To show them no one cared!
And 'where' are the reasons...
Why anyone should?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only what the Creator Knows
There are those who actually believe,
They can study the thought process...
Of another with misplaced effort and time spent.
And doing the best they can to dissect,
Only what The Creator knows is best.
And yet the ones who have elected themselves,
Authorities of human behavior...
Are the same ones finding it difficult,
To remove the collection of garbage...
Piled high in their own backyards to inspect.
Although expressing no interest in doing this,
Their noses are pressed up against...
The cracks of their neighbors' aspirations and deeds,
They do to complete a fulfilling of a lifetime of activities...
Needed by them on missions felt intuitively to accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irresponsibility
Irresponsibility makes it okay to trash the streets.
And leave them that way until someone or 'they'
Picks up after others...
With a broom to sweep.
To make them appear neat.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to excuse discipline.
Since everyone in a lazy environment...
Can validate that same laziness seen,
Is also within them.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to ignore what is right.
And putting off a diet to physically exercise...
Is something naturally expressed since one's health,
Has and always been compromised day and night.
For the sole purpose to eliminate responsibility altogether.
And keep accountability out of one's sight.
Hopefully forever.
To keep a life jeopardized in sustained complaints,
At one's delight.
Since this ensures someone pays,
For keeping them victimized and mentally in strife.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Puzzling Evidence
You got the cbs...!
And the abc...!
You got time and newsweek!
Well, theyre the same to me!
Now dont you wanna get right with me?
(puzzling evidence)
I hope you get evrything you need
(puzzling evidence)
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...alright!u
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(puzzling)
Got your gulf and western and your mastercard
(puzzling evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Its hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...u
Well, Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Woo...Im puzzling (huh!)
Sometimes Im puzzling! (huh!)
See the little children! (puzzlin)
And the family! (puzzlin)
Gonna live together! (puzzlin)
Take them home with me! (puzzlin)
Well I hope youre happy with what youve made
(puzzling evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
P-p-p-puzzlin! (huh!)
Still puzzlin! (huh!)
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Puzzlin' Evidence
You got the CBS...!
And the ABC...!
You got Time and Newsweek!
Well, they're the same to me!
Now don't you wanna get right with me?
(Puzzling Evidence)
I hope you get ev'rything you need
(Puzzling Evidence)
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...Alright!
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(Puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(Puzzling)
Got your Gulf and Western and your MasterCard
(Puzzling Evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
It's hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Well, I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Woo...I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Sometimes I'm puzzling! (Huh!)
See the little children! (Puzzlin')
And the family! (Puzzlin')
Gonna live together! (Puzzlin')
Take them home with me! (Puzzlin')
Well I hope you're happy with what you've made
(Puzzling Evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
P-P-P-Puzzlin'! (Huh!)
Still Puzzlin'! (Huh
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Jena 6 Mix
Well...
Let's see!
Some nooses were hung from a tree.
And folks who themselves,
Are constantly refusing to accept reality...
See 'this' as racist? That could be!
While they accept hypocrisies in their own cities!
And they believe they are blessed,
To leave these scenes behind unaddressed?
Professing 'Christians' marching in a 'collective' protest!
Well...
Let's see!
They speak of what should be a democracy!
And they travel for miles to display a unity?
But they themselves disrespect with deeds.
Children raised to reflect what they've been taught...
Demonstrate what an entire thoughtlessness has brought!
And an intolerance that is shown and overblown...
Becomes transfixed by a Jena 6 mix!
That still leaves an ignorance left,
In their own backyards unfixed and condoned!
Shouldn't they protest with such conviction...
Those messes unshown,
Left to sit back in their own homes.
And virtually swept under the 'rug' and known?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Should I Wear My 3-D Glasses?
Mommy...
Who are they in those cages?
'They are the ones,
Who couldn't believe
They were being deceived!
And when they discovered they were...
They went nuts.
And started roaming the streets.
Begging from those living in the inner city,
For food to eat! '
And who ar they over there?
'Those are the ones who lived in the inner city! '
How come they don't look crazy like the others?
'They've been used to being locked up.
Most of them all their lives! '
~Boston! You gotta bid higher than a 4 low,
If you playing with me.
Hey...
Bring me some chips and a Heinekein,
If there are any left.~
Mommy,
What's a 4 low?
'I don't know!
That exhibit has been there for years.'
How come their cage door is open,
And unlocked?
'Who knows?
Maybe they are just comfortable being there.
Come on.
Let's look at the new exhibit upstairs.
I really want you to see that one! '
Why mommy?
'That's the one they are talking about!
They actually have on display,
Several groups of different people...
Who are expressing affection, concern and respect
For each other.
I want you to see that one.
I don't believe it myself! '
What is that one called?
'Death of Pretensions.
It has been filmed! '
Should I wear my 3-D glasses?
'Yes! I'm glad you reminded me.
I want you to get front seats.
I want you to sit up close.
I'll be sitting right behind you.'
Why, mommy?
'I don't know if I'm ready for it.
Your young.
You can handle it.
While you are here...
I may go back to find out what a 'Boston' is! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Repressive Recklessness
Irresponsibility has been an enemy to me
I am not even close to where I should be
I find myself drifting like a log on the sea
Oh Mr. Responsibility hear my desperate plea
Irresponsibility has caused me excruciating pain
I wonder if I’ll ever recover and make some gain
I am like an air craft tumbling towards the ground
Oh Mr. Responsibility please help me turn around
Irresponsibility has been my down fall
Instead of progressing I have had to crawl
Irresponsibility has held me down for too long
I am terribly tired of singing the losers song
I take responsibility for my life today
Irresponsibility will never again hold sway
poem by Howard Simon
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TRASH DAY
Parody of "Hot In Herre" by Nelly
Rotten
So rotten here
So rotten
Oh
It was like, the last day before trash day
My place was gettin' kinda nas-tay
Even though the garbage I knew would reek
(You know) Thought that I could leave it for one more week
Then, um, I'm takin'
Birthday cake 'n'
(Oh) Chili and greasy old bacon
Throw it all on top of the mess I been makin'
Wife's so mad, she starts to shakin'
Leaky bag, 'n' now that girl is gaggin'
She's naggin'
"I need you to get that stuff off the kitchen floor"
"Is that too much to ask you for?"
But I see no reason why
Can't let a few more weeks go by
And now garbage is piled up high
And buddy, you should see the flies
I said...
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Boy there's a lot in here (a lot)
And every day it grows
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
Look at all this garbage that I keep generatin'
(Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin'
Bet there's a hundred health codes that I'm violatin'
Even my dog passed out and needed resuscitatin'
You won't believe it, take a whiff of that aroma
Sure to put you in a coma
It's so messy, can't find my toenail clippers
It's so bad, the roaches wearin' slippers
Warm, sweaty clothes piled up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy, now baby, I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside
I wonder what crawled in here and died
(You know) Walkin' 'round barefoot, I'd be terrified
But it gives me stuff to talk about with my friends
Like "Hey, I think them rats gettin' big!"
Oh
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Look what we got in here (now what?)
Let's watch it decompose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit of a... and a little bit of a...
Make me wanna throw up
It makes ya wanna... just makes ya wanna...
Oh
Some Lysol, some Comet
I got a mop and it's got your name on it
(What?) I'm just kiddin', doggone it
(Oh) Unless you gonna do it
Careful not to breathe the fumes
Check it, garbage piles are goin' all the way to the bathroom
Turn into toxic waste sometime this afternoon
Better get a Hazmat suit and a push broom
Oh
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
It's gone to pot in here (to pot)
Bring out the firehose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit a... and a little bit a...
Make me wanna throw up
Give a little bit a... and a tiny bit a...
Make ya wanna throw up
Mix a little bit a... with a molecule a...
Make me wanna throw up
It makes me wanna... just makes me wanna...
Oh
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Unspoken
There's so many things
I'd like to say, but I can't not today.
So many things unspoken.
It leaves me tired and broken.
I'm so afraid you'll think me a joke,
if of these things I spoke.
Unspoken they remain,
feeling that I cannot explain.
I'm exausted from refrain.
To you I don't dare complain.
If to you these words were spoken.
I fear that you would leave me broken.
Then I'd definetley feel like croakin.
Unspoken these things will remain,
and there's no one to be blamed.
For I think we both feel ashamed,
of these things I cannot explain.
So forever they shall remain unspoken
poem by Michael McParland
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Rebellista
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are criticized.
My eyes are too widely opened.
My empathy connects to humanity.
I witness injustices and quick to speak
I am affected emotionally,
With the grief I see on urban streets.
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are critized.
I am not considered a terrorist.
Or thought of to threaten as a spy.
I am just ignored and ostracized!
With a noneffective influence.
A leper considered to be one distanced.
'If you don't like it here...
Go back to from where you came.'
Says the minister on the streets...
During the performance of his outreach.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here To Leave Their Garbage
I don't allow myself or my time to be played with.
What would be the point to lay back and waste it?
Or complain about others,
Taking their lives too seriously?
Isn't that the purpose?
Neither the time or the experience to live it,
To do 'something' beneficial...
Was not meant to whine and dine,
With a trashing done to take for granted.
Is that the reason why we all are here?
I would think we would want to do our best,
With an appreciation expressed somehow.
However...
Many believe they are here to leave their garbage,
For someone else to clean up behind them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Escaping From The Garbage We Leave
At the end of any day,
A trash collector...
And someone else,
Who may have a Doctorate's degree...
Have the same thing in common!
Both have a lifetime association...
With the creation of garbage.
Whether that garbage is recycled or not!
Dropped on the street...
Or rolled up to put into one's pocket.
Regardless of 'who' is paid,
To pick their trash up...
Both can be observed,
Leaving something to forget...
To be hauled away from a curb.
And those perceptions of who we are,
With or without daily impressions to make...
Who we impress or charades we fake,
There is no escaping from the garbage we leave.
It's all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Serving and Isolated Mindset
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
Even those thought of as 'pros'
Have their mouths opened wide,
When they should be the ones closed.
Behind prison bars...
And their miscalculations fully exposed.
It is with their 'wisdom' or lack of it.
The entire world has become a pile of horse...
Manure!
And I'm sure you get the 'drift' of this?
And now there is a leader who has insured,
No longer will the suffering of the people be endured.
With an approach that lacks of arrogance.
But with an honesty to be believed!
And an absence of deceit,
To begin a healing...
He hopes will inspire a cure!
A bleeding of respect,
Those of experience for many years accepted...
At the cost of their own neglect!
Has caused this global mess.
And too many are left conscious...
To realize who created the feeding greed,
Of those who 'have'...
And the 'have nots' falling,
Through wider gaps with less.
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
And he has done his very best...
To represent a nation of people,
Who have become lost and upset!
In a delusional,
Self serving...
And isolated mindset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Things Have Their Right Places
Look not in garbage-cans for books anew;
Wait not for buses in desolate roads;
All morns don’t bring same breeze or rain or dew;
No shoulder can carry increasing loads!
No garbage should litter the house and streets;
All rubbish goes into the right dust-bin;
Invitees only enter any meets!
The soul of man must have God’s grace, not sin!
A burning candle must be held aloft;
Children ought not to show monkey-faces;
All human beings want a bed quite soft.
We tend to keep all things in right places;
Exposed to air, salt / sugar turn to lumps;
Oh, Fie the world that throws new-born in dumps!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-5-2006
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Respect To It
Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
You may be the wealthiest and most powerful person in your town
And you feel that you have the right for to put others down
And others respect you or so to you it does appear
But between feigned and true respect the difference is quite clear
Despotic leaders believe the masses them do revere
But this sort of feigned adulation is adulation through fear
To protest in such circumstance they'd be risking their own lives
And the lives of their children as well as their wives
If you do not respect then respect do not expect to receive
Just a known fact of life that one ought to believe.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Admit To Being Repetitive
Yes,
I admit to being repetitive...
As if to hammer in without end,
Things I choose and elect to say.
Using this format in a creative way.
But,
Is there so much love left...
The overflowing of it,
Needs not again to be expressed?
Is there an abundance of respect,
Gone unsuspected?
To leave the expectations of it,
To decay and sit in obvious neglect.
How about relationships?
Are all relationships unconditionally committed?
To satisfy the needs of people...
Found to be sighing in a constant bliss from this!
What about faith?
People confess they pray and this fulfills their needs.
Maybe that's why so many of us are not so hard to please.
Is hunger and homelessness a thing of the past?
Are conflicts and wars with us,
Here to forever last.
Yes,
I admit to being repetitive...
As if to hammer in without end,
Things I choose and elect to say.
Using this format in a creative way.
But,
When will that day come...
To free with relief from this necessity,
To comment as a writer on these things I see.
And they seem more each day to be fixed in cement!
With no updating or cures to replace,
The decadence or negativity...
With a positivity directly and sincerely meant.
Yes...
I admit to being repetitive.
And until there is a drastic change,
I guess that is the way it will be as it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It May Be that Affects
What,
Ever it may be that affects...
You have it in yourself,
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
A loneliness you wish to rid!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Emotions breeding to feed on fears!
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Heartbreak that can not escape the aching.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
You gave to it now from you erase it!
Whatever it may be that affects,
You have it in yourself...
To disconnect it.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Let it go!
Don't let it upset.
Whatever it may be that affects.
Whatever it may be that affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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