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Physically Challenged

I understand.
My methods to teach,
Are not acceptable.

But your honor...
All I asked my son to do,
Was to use the broom...
To sweep with it.

He then told me...
'If you know how to use it,
Do it!
You're not physically challenged! '
And he was right.

Both of us have learned 'something'
From this embarrassment.

And I am guilty for teaching him a lesson,
He will never forget.

Hopefully he will recover,
For the injuries received as he ran from me...
To get hit by that car.

He would have healed quicker,
If he had stayed still to get hit in the head...
By the broomstick!
Now he's laid up in the hospital.
And I'm sentenced to sit in a cell,
Wishing I did not yell...
But knocked him out instead!

With a thinking process quickly implemented.
Saving us both from such pain.
Even though remorse has been gained from this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not Your Broom

Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Hetuaght me a lesson

He said he was going to
teach me a lesson.
I needed to no some things.

The lesson was rape.
But he said it was a game.
He said I had to learn sometime.

When he'd finished.
He smiled and said.
This happens to
Stupid little girls
All the time.
I was only teaching you a lesson.

If it was a lesson to learn
It was one well tuaght.
Be weary of who you trust.

For you never can
Read people like a book.
If you could
The world would be safe.

It was a lesson hard learned.
One that still remains today.
Its a lesson that effects me still.

I only wish I could
Of turned and run.

Only when your young
Like that you dont
Really understand.
If I did
I would of ran.
A thousand miles a way.
Out of reach.
And out of harms way.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Tact Techniques

Okay...
So we have different methods!
If someone steps on my toes...
I shoot them in the leg!
That's a quicker learning process,
Than having sessions,
To enlighten etiquette procedures.

My approach to achieve enlightenment,
Gets immediate response.
However, I must admit...
Perhaps your 'tact' techniques,
I could use to enhance my patience!
And have fewer of my 'students' limping,
In fear.

Although,
I must say...
Some are quite eager to learn.
And become surprised how quickly they adopt,
To my teaching skills and delivery...
They seem to grasp,
With little explanation!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So I Am Told

There is one thing some have yet to discover about impatience.
So I am told.
Less thought with implusive action...
Has a longer unexpected regret span of time,
To reflect upon wishing to have taken more patience!
After finding that having remorse,
Seems to endorse an activity of self infliction...
By an awakened consciousness.
Sitting to never go away.
Even with the aid of good medication...
So I am told!

This can not be taught.
So I am told.
It has to be experienced.
So I am told.
And somehow,
Eventually...
This lesson is learned.
So I am told.

And I wonder why it is I am...
The one this is often told?
Since I am not the one soliciting this advice,
From anyone!
I've got too much to do.
With little time to listen to such nonsense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pick Up That Broom and Sweep, Boy

Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.

Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'

Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'

Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.

If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
So don't try sneakin' tippy toe on your feet,
Across this floor because it creaks.
And when that happens...
My dog Pete,
Will do his best to sink his teeth.
Right into your funky meat.
And you'll go screamin down the street.
And I'll report you to the police.
Who will bring you back here...
Once again until you sweep.
And it you don't do it,
You'll join those who've been deleted!

'You better pick up that broom,
And sweep, boy! '

~I gotcha 'boy' ol'man! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change Is Manifest In Mortal Life

change is manifest in mortal life
soul lessons learned in toil strife
future years teach bit morals sold
eternity heaven faith witness told

billions live upon this lesson earth
at death died bitter lesson is truth
wages sin received sentence death
breath experiences teach seal truth

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Finding Peace Within

Where are your children?
They are awfully quiet this evening.

'We're trying new methods of discipline.
My doctor told me this morning,
I should try yoga to calm my nerves.'

That's great.
So you taught the children?
Is that where they are?
Doing yoga?

'Oh no!
I found an easier way to find peace within.
For a half hour each day...
And for total relaxation,
I tie the kids up and tape their mouths! '

You shouldn't do that.
That's against the law.

'That's where you and I disagree.
I am finding peace within.
And they are helping me locate it!
I told them my doctor suggested I do this,
For at least two weeks.
They believe this is lesson one! '

What is lesson two?

'Total rage!
That is what they will see.
If they forget the rules of lesson one.'

But you're not doing any yoga at all.

'I beg to differ.
It's a slow process.
I am working on my breathing technique.
Calms the nerves!
You should try it.
It's wonderful.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Companies need to understand that the quicker they report product safety problems to CPSC, the quicker we can take action together and protect consumers from injuries.

quote by Hal Stratton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jump In The Water and Get Wet

Fearing to experience life invites indecision.
Many who are taught to do things right...
Just might find themselves debating,
Over choices they prefer and like...
to impress and appease others to please.

Jump in the water and get wet.
Establish a list of those regrettable moments.
How else will one know a growth process is known?
Affecting directly one's emotions.
And involving a forward motion.

Jump in the water and get wet.
At least from the doing of it...
There will be a lesson learned to be remembered,
Never to forget.

'But...
I can not swim.'

You see!
I told you.
Something done one does,
Will always aid in the growing process.

'But...
I'm telling you,
Seriously...
I can't swim.'

Well...
I am hopeful of your ability,
To make attempts.
To teach you requires the kind of patience,
Today, I just don't have.

'But...
I am drowning! '

From who's perspective?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heads

Looking at all of your friends
Wishing you could be like them
Running on glass floors again
Just so you can be knocked down
Swimming in oceans of pain
Trying as it pulls you in
Wrapping your heart up in chains
Cause someone always lets you down
Get inside my head
Get inside my head
Get inside my head
And light it up again
I wonder do you feel the same
Waiting for the days to end
Lying with thoughts that invade
They smother you and everyone
Flying on feelings again
Biting on a poison tounge
Climbing up mountains of pain
Just so you can be knocked down
Get inside my head
Get inside my head
Get inside my head
And light it up again
Get inside my head
Get inside my head
Get inside my head

song performed by by Feeder
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You Have Not Knocked

You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '

You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '

When I had been in double struggles,
You have not knocked.
Or when I had been on my knees,
You have not knocked.
And when I felt grumpy and crunchy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've asked you to leave me,
You have not knocked.

You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
No, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
And I love you a lot.

You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '

You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '

Whenever I've been down and dumpy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've picked my wounds to bleed so,
You have not knocked.
And when I pout with rudeness rooted,
You have not knocked.
Or when I whined consistently,
No, you have not knocked.

You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
But, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
Because of patience you've got.

You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '

You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '

And...
In my heart you are adored.
That's what I need to show you more.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finally...thank you

I finally did it,
I gained the courage,
The courage to move on,
Fear is no longer apart of me,
Because,
Life is too short to dwell,
If it’s not about me,
Then I can’t have you in it,
You taught me things,
Showed me right and wrong,
But,
You gave me pain,
I didn’t know what to do,
I thought,
Sometimes I still think,
That having you in my life,
Is what I need,
Only because I loved you,
My life is all I have,
So what will I do,
Continue to be strong,
Be grateful,
For the things I learned,
Forget the pain you gave me,
And not make the same mistakes,
Life is about learning,
Experiences,
Even though this process was painful,
I learned the most beautiful lesson,
To love me,
Before,
Loving another,
As I write,
Tears want to stream down my face,
But they can’t,
Only because these tears aren’t for sadness,
It’s happiness,
Happiness because I grew strong,
Happiness because I moved on,
And I’m doing my dreams,
On my own…
So all I can say is,
Thank you.

poem by Latoya Fleming
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Before any empathy is assigned

Those guilty seem to always display,
Their hypocrisy.
I'll repeat that!

Those guilty seem to always display,
Their hypocrisy.
Whenever there is a feeling felt of giving,
It is the disadvantaged 'children' targeted...
To gain the publicized attention.
Cuddled in some donated TV sponsored closeup!

Those beyond the acceptable,
Age...
Of gaining a displaying of charitable grief,
By those feeling a twinge of remorse.
Will have to rely on their poverty,
Hunger and homelessness...
To first become a filmed documentary,
Before any empathy is assigned.

And...
Of course,
The more pathetic the look...
The quicker those filming can get paid!
It is all a charade to use the needy to pocket and run...
Industries that have been created!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Stop Dreaming

(ira louvin/charlie louvin)
The worst that Ive ever been hurt
In my life
The first time I ever have
Wanted to die
Was the night when you told me
You loved someone new
And you asked me if I could forget
When I stop dreaming
Thats when Ill stop loving you
You may teach the flowers
To bloom in the snow
You may take a pebble
And teach it to grow
You may teach all the raindrops
To return to the clouds
But you cant teach my heart
To forget

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Repeat...

Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
Something is missing,
From the listening process.

There are too many claiming,
To have this access that's exchanged.
Observed is a continuance...
Increasing a confusing mess that's gained.

Whatever is being confessed,
In these 'obsessions' one has and receives...
Where are the blessings being bestowed,
To spread from these 'sessions'
Digested and professed
When congregations
Disperse and leave.

Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached.
Many are not about in an outreach,
From the preachings observed...
Heard and 'suppose' to teach!

Leaving after being 'served'
With a 'wholesomeness' from these 'cliques'.
Are people who are full of themselves,
Making it apparent...
They are nothing more than hypocrites!

Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
Something is missing,
From the listening process.

There are too many claiming,
To have this access that's exchanged.
Observed is a continuance...
Increasing a confusing mess that's gained.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Feel Anything Loose?

You relied on intuition,
Which through perception...
You sought out to teach,
One you believed with ego...
A lesson.

And after doing so...
The one perceived with ego,
Had lessons to teach as well.
Inspired by those,
With similar quests to prove.

And the one lesson,
That has to remain on your mind...
As constant as your knack to judge a book,
By the appearance of its cover.
And...
The one lesson learned you recently was taught!
I can tell this by your lack of motivation to talk.
Someone you thought shallow...
Proved to you to be deep under the surface.

~Never assume you can feed yourself on perceptions.
You will die from starvation.~

You must enjoy knocking your head up against walls?
Do you feel anything loose?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Stranger (story)

(story 03/14/11)

I saw a man coming down the road
Head held high, eyes were strong.
He stopped and asked of me
If he could have a bite to eat.

His clothes were all torn and tattered
I asked him what was the matter.
He looked at me and his eyes turned down
His face changed from a smile to a frown.

Hard times I have come across
I was let go by my boss
He said the times was making him downsize
And he had to let go of people to survive.
Everyone was doing the same
People losing their jobs was quite a shame.

Being a farmer who had hard times too
I knew exactly what he was going thru.
So I invited him inside to sit for a spell
For traveling these roads could really be hell.

He was given some soup to take
the chill out of his bones
And was told by the farmer that he wasn’t alone.
He was then given some dinner to eat
To this man it was quite a treat.

The farmer told him he could bathe and
stay the night - and if he wanted to leave
He could leave at first light.
He laid out some pajamas for him to wear
Even gave him some clean underwear.
The bed in the spare room was “ oh so nice”
And he slept peacefully throughout the night.
When he awoke there was breakfast on the table
Coffee, ham and eggs, and cream cheese on a bagel.
After having breakfast he felt like a new man
He looked for the farmer to shake his hand.
He thanked the farmer and asked him his name
He pointed to a wooden nameplate which said:
J. CHRISTHISSON- but some call me J.C.
He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place! ”
That would be me! What can I do for you?
He said: no! that can not be! It was a younger
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell
to the ground, and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said: J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
HOPE
Now who could this man have been?

poem by Louis Rams
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You Can Become Very Effective At It

You seem to be able to express yourself,
So easily.
So relaxed you seem.
As if you do not have a care in the world!
OOOOWWW!
You...you...you!
Why did you stomp on my foot like that?

'Quickly...
Slow deep breath in,
And...release!
Now,
Where is that inner pain?
You see...
You didn't hesitate.
It came right out.
And each time it gets easier.
Until you are able to express yourself...
With or without it!
It becomes something you begin to deal with!
And it doesn't stop you from moving on!
Your mind has been re-focused! '

What is the matter with you?
Don't EVER do that again!

'I wont have to!
However...
It will be something done to you,
You will always remember.
Right?
And you will heal...
Never to show that pain felt,
On the outside! '

You should teach!
I mean in schools!

'Naw...
My methods are more direct.
Plus those graduation ceremonies...
I like to conduct immediately.
On the first day of class.
Get it over with!
And 'then' discuss life as it applies,
With realism involved!
Today...
Reality is not taken as seriously,
As I would like to have it taught!
Too much sugar and spice stuff.
Then folks spend all their lives...
Suffering from withdrawl symptoms.
Trying to feed their expectations with nonsense.
And paying for it the rest of their lives!

I prefer quick studies like yourself.
The one on one approach is much more meaningful.
And besides...
Didn't you find that lesson given,
Made you feel a more closer bond to the teacher? '

Man...
I'm gonna knock you out one day!

'See,
Already you have acquired a taste for teaching.
And you can become very effective at it too! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embarassment

Received a letter just the other day
don't seem they wanna know you no more
they've laid it down given you their score
within the first two lines it bluntly read
You're not to come see us no more
keep away from our door
don't come around here no more
what on earth did you do that for?
Our aunt she don't wanna know she says
what will the neighbours think they'll think
we don't that's what they'll think we don't
but i will 'cos i know they think i don't
Our uncle he don't wanna know
he says we are a disgrace
to the human race
he says how can you show your face
when you're a disgrace to the human race
they've made a commitment
you're an embarrassment
yes an embarrassment
a living endorsement
the intention that you have booked
was an intention that was overlooked
They say stay away
don't want you home today
keep away from our door
don't come around here no more
Our dad don't wanna know he says
this is a serious matter
too late to reconsider
no one's gonna wanna know ya
Our mum she don't wanna know she says
i'm feeling twice as old she said
thought she had her head on her shoulders
'cos i'm feeling twice as older
i'm feeling twice as older
You're an embarrassment
(corrected the 3d and the 7th verse)

song performed by by Madness
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I Dont Mind If You Forget Me

I dont mind
I dont mind if you forget me
Having learned my lesson
I never left an impression on anyone
So now you send me your hardened regards
When once youd send me love
Sincerely I must tell you
Your mild best wishes
They make me suspicious
I dont mind
I dont mind if you forget me
Having learned my lesson
I never left an impression on anyone
The pressure to change, to move on
Was strange
And very strong
So this is why I tell you
I really do understand
Bye bye
I dont mind if you forget me
No no no no no no no
You can only be strong for so long
It may not eat you but it will beat you
So this is why I tell you
I really dont understand
This time
Rejection is one thing
But rejection from a fool
Is cruel
Rejection is one thing
But rejection from a fool
Is cruel
And I dont mind if you forget me
I dont mind if you forget me

song performed by by Morrissey
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