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Pacifier

You are a negative human being.
With only yourself on your agenda.
And for years you've made that known!

No one is sitting in a vigil,
Awaiting to treat themselves at a feast...
Upon your release,
From your self inflicted indulgence.

Do you have any idea just how outdated,
That method to attract attention is?
Even the kids today are beyond that nonsense.
Pouting as if you need a diaper change.

You look the part...
But there is nothing mature about you!
And take that pacifier out of your mouth!
You look ridiculous.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Twelve Days of Christmas – Walking

One fall while walking a path beside the Snake River I spotted a baby's pacifier hanging on a tree limb just over our heads. It caused me to start singing these words to the 12 Days of Christmas tune.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A pacifier in a bare tree

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Seven hours of bawling
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight baby blankets
Seven hours of bawling
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine burps a burbling
Eight baby blankets
Seven hours of bawling
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten baby bottles
Nine burps a burbling
Eight baby blankets
Seven hours of bawling
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven diapers piled up
Ten baby bottles
Nine burps a burbling
Eight baby blankets
Seven hours of bawling
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve fifths of brandy
Eleven diapers piled up
Ten baby bottles
Nine burps a burbling
Eight baby blankets
Seven hours of bawling
Six baby booties
Five baby bibs
Four Lysol bottles
Three baby rattles
Two diaper pails
and a pacifier in a bare tree

poem by James L. A. Huetson
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An Over and Done and An Exit Out

Some people have a tendency,
To embrace nonsense.
As if it is an appendage.
While those who have become offended by this...
Decide to exhaust all tolerance for it's appearance.

The 'nonsensical' then become offended,
When an attention is suspended from them.
But a caring that has lessened immensely...
Is still giving these folks a bit too much respect,
That needs to end...
Period.

With an over and done,
And an exit out!
With no pouting to exchange.
But definitely...
A silent and closed mouth.
Until a point made has been established.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ignorance Has Died

Why are they so gloomy?
Sitting and dressed as if for mourning?

'They have been there for a few days,
Sitting in a vigil.
Praying over the demise of ignorance.'

LOL...
You can not be serious.
Why don't you tell them,
Ignorance has yet to pass.

'Are you kidding?
Do you realize how long it took me,
To devise some kind of a plan...
That would keep them quiet.'

So how long you think they will sit like that?

'I don't know.
I paid some kids a few dollars,
If for two weeks they would walk up and down the streets...
Carrying school books and talking loudly,
About their Math and English classes.
I'm on a roll,
So I'm pulling out all stops to see what happens next.'

But it is still Summer.
All the kids are on vacation.

'When I told those children sitting in that room,
That 'ignorance' has died.
I was joking.
I thought they knew it was a joke.
They have been sitting like that for at least two days.'

And that's why you pay the other kids?

'Yeah.
Do you know how much I've spent on cellphones,
Video games, iPods and 3-D Tv's?
To get those kids nagging off my back.
And all I had to say...
Was 'ignorance' has died? '

I don't believe it!

'You?
I've been trying to find something totally ridiculous to say,
To get them to clean up their rooms.
I'm glad I don't drink or smoke crack.
I don't believe it either.
But you are my witness.'

And all you said was 'ignorance' has died?

'I swear to you.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It takes a big idea to attract the attention of consumers and get them to buy your product. Unless your advertising contains a big idea, it will pass like a ship in the night. I doubt if more than one campaign in a hundred contains a big idea.

quote by David Ogilvy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick

Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!

And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!

'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.

Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '

I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!

'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.

Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.

Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '

And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.

Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.

~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Action Should Strengthen Your Vision!

Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?

Was it ever mentioned,
Your attention was not on my agenda?
In brief encounters I wanted to extend my hand.
And in doing so you became offended.

In brief encounters I wanted to take a stand,
Against all that I thought...
You too prioritized in your life.
I did not approach you to assist,
In the conflicts you fight.
Igniting them for purposes to mask your insecurities.
I am of peace!
Not about that nonsense you daily release.
As frequently as your choice to use cuss words.
To cuss yourself and others,
With a desire to be overheard!

NOW I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
Your mouth shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?

What do you expect?
A magic wand followed by 'Hocus Pocus? '
A begging on my knees pleading a forgiveness?
While you and the others,
Use that as another joke to provoke?

Look...
Let me help you understand something here!
I'm not seeking to sacrifice my time to charities.
Those donations have been exhausted.

Nor do I intend to give away anything I have,
I myself desperately need.
What I offered to you was a quality of life,
I had to recognize to appreciate the giving of it away.
Something basic to share I hoped would stay with you.

I came to you to extend,
An open-ness that was not judgemental.
Sincere in the giving.
Something you could have shared with someone...
And I would be on my way!
But you decided to turn that into betrayal.
And today you perceive it okay,
That I should welcome your decay?

Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with your focus?
Oh...
And I am too!

Watch me as I distance myself from you.
AND maintain your focus.
This action should strengthen your vision!
If not...
Click your heels three times for clarity.

And...
Do not believe I am embittered.
Or 'sweet'.
I've been mistaken for both too often.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation Says It

Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.

Give me eye contact on this one please!

How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?

Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.

When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.

After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.

When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.

Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!

Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.

'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '

If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.

People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?

That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.

If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is God

Hey, this is God
Can I please have your attention
There's a need for intervention
Man, I'm disappointed in what I'm seeing
Yeah, this is God
You fight each other in my name
Treat life like it's a foolish game
I'd say you've got the wrong idea
Oh, all I'm asking for is love
Well I've seen you hurt yourselves enough
Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you
Yeah, this is God
I've given everything to you
But look at what you do
to the world that I created
This is God
What's with this attitude and hate
You grow more ignorant with age
You had it made, now look at all you've wasted
Oh, all I'm asking for is love
Oh, I've seen you hurt yourselves enough
Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you, yeah
I know your every thought,
Your heart and soul and every move
There are so many consequences
To the things you do
All I'm asking for is love
Haven't you hurt yourselves enough
Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you
A change in you, oh
This is God

song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Intentional

No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.

Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.

With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.

This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!

Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!

It is all quite intentional.

'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '

Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The old idea of a composer suddenly having a terrific idea and sitting up all night to write it is nonsense. Nighttime is for sleeping.

quote by Benjamin Britten
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Just To Attract Attention To Themselves

If you have that look as if you are 'up' to something,
And people are suspicious of you.
Do not be offended.
You may be one of few,
Not looking 'down' on everything.
And you stand out as a few others do...
In a negative environment where those positive,
Will always be 'suspect' of doing something...
Just to attract attention to themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Supreme Knows

I would say today,
I am more mature.
And at 62...
Wouldn't you feel that way too?

Not only do I feel mature...
I feel deserving.
I feel qualified to say what I like and don't.
And those who never understood a thing about me...
Wont!

There is a peace of mind I have...
Given to me by God.
And that has to be a gift.
Since there has been too much devilment recognized...
I survived!
And The Supreme knows,
I am not having any nonsense in my life!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does It Hurt? Or...Do You Get Use To It?

They say,
U b illin'
When U aint chilled!

Today's youth have their on views.
And language too.
With their own emphasis on what to like...
Dislike.
And for whatever the purpose.

'That needs to be kicked to the curb,
If it disturbs.'

And if it's thought to be 'sick'?
That's hip to them.

'Did you hear that?
That's SICK.
I love it! '

And those of us who have arrived to live,
To see 'dinosaur' years...
Are blessed!
Few of these kids pay us any attention.
And those who seek wisdom and approach...
Want to know...
'Don't you get tired of being SO old?
Does it hurt?
Or...
Do you get use to it?

My grandfather drinks.
He use to smoke pot!
But I made him stop!
Today's quality isn't as good as it use to be! '

Do you kids know 'anything' about respect?
At all?

'I like her music! '

Who's music?

'Aretha Franklin.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chocolate And Vanilla Swirl

When I was a child
I spoke, thought, reasoned as a child
My favorite treat on a hot summer day
Was a chocolate vanilla ice cream swirl
I'd have it for every meal if I had my way.

When I became a women
Grown and mature
I put aside all childish things
Everything but my love
For chocolate vanilla swirl
My only indulgence to my inner girl.

Not so very long ago
That swirl of chocolate and vanilla
Melded in a way I'd never dreamed of
Ice melted by fire
Our trust and desire
Sweetly blended
Bodies so entwined
It couldn't be said
Where we began or ended.

Looking back at our time together
The years have flown by in a whirl
As we allowed our indulgence
To lose ourselves
In the sweetness of our
Chocolate and vanilla swirl.

I hope there is forever
In this special connection
Of this chocolate boy and vanilla girl.

poem by Esther Brush
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Too Few In Number

I am not here to pamper your indulgences.
Or change a diaper,
On no one's grown ass.

That needs repeating!

I am not here to pamper your indulgences.
Or change a diaper,
On no one's grown ass.

If you are helpless...
You wont have to ask!
I'll be there.
That is not my point!

I am not here to pamper your indulgences.
Or make light references to these days we live.
There is a seriousness about what takes place today.
And I do not cater or patronize fools...
To entertain to maintain an acceptance of their ignorance.

There is a need for respect and discipline not happening.
And I am going to do my best,
To show respect to those who know what that means.
Since there are too few in number who do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Services Rendered

What's the use of tap dancing...
If you are doing so in hush puppies?
I thought the whole idea
Was to make as much noise as possible,
When washing windows?
Especially if the purpose is to attract attention,
For the need of a higher pay!
Unless there has been a promise made,
To give everyone a pig AND a chicken...
For services rendered?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Ridiculous

Have I ever laid a hand on you
Did I ever make you see the truth
Don't you ever say I never cared
Don't you ever say I never cared
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
Have I ever made a fool of you
Did I ever make you look at me
Don't you ever say I was never there
Don't you ever say I was never there
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
Have I ever made you shout at me
Did I ever take advantage
Don't you ever badmouth me
Don't you ever badmouth me
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
That's ridiculous
You can't hold me
Don't try to hold me
You can't hold me
Don't try to hold me

song performed by by Stone Sour
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My Grandfather

The grandfather liked to watch the broadcast football
In the TV channel every night
In the morning he still sleep
When I departed for work
And his granddaughter departed for campus
When evening we the struggle channel
The grandfather liked to watch a football
His granddaughter liked to watch sinetron
While I liked the broadcast that funny-things
I have been tired worked
Was not again that attract attention in the TV agenda
Apart from laughing to release nerves that strict
Now the grandfather of temples sleeps

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Using The Latest Of Manipulating Techniques

The only ones who seem to get serious,
About the living of their lives...
Are those who mature to come to realize,
No one seeks to give or get their attention.
So much these days have changed.
With so many unaware of it!

And throwing of tantrums done,
As seen frequently by grown men and women...
Demanding to have their way,
Even sophisticated children...
Using the latest of manipulating techniques,
Come to recognize as being outdated and dramatized.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amnesiac / Morning Bell

Morning bell
Morning bell
Light another candle
Release me
Release me
You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
Coming down the chimney
Release me
Release me
Yeah..
Release me
Release me
Whered you park the car?
Whered you park the car?
Clothes are all over the furniture
And I might as well
I might as well
Sleepy jack the fire drill
Run around around around around around..
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half

song performed by by Radiohead
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