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Popularized To Address And Adorn

They've been conditioned to believe,
What happens to them in their environment...
Is a reflection of society and the general public.
And what has been done to them has been effective.

And...
Indirectly,
They are correct.

Although,
What they expose and show as a collective mindset...
With a lack of comprehension as to who they are,
Consciously speaking...
Skips and misses the point of having an identity.

And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.

And only in the 'inner cities'...
Is this believed,
To be a fashion statement!

Where everything else,
Seems to begin to generate taste and flavor...
Before being popularized to address and adorn.
And marketed to benefit the easy life of thieves.

And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Easy Has This Been Made To Do?

How easy has it been made,
For anyone to lift...
An accusatory finger to point to someone else,
As a reason for their problems?
How easy has it been made,
To destroy other lives including their own...
By the creating of lies and hiding behind them.

How easy has it been made,
To ruin the quality and standard of life...
Of those who want to live their lives right,
In environments where people have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And a public performance of ignorance,
Is just the thing to do since it's attractive too.

How easy has it been made,
To degrade a neighborhood to do it with a doing done?
As others from the outside watch this,
With an open invitation for more to come.
As if everyone has free admission to see fools in a zoo.
How easy has this been made to do?

And who benefits from this?
Not even the ones who make a dollar in profit.
Or the ones who created it,
With beliefs they can drive away...
To an exit that no longer exist.
Or a door to lock to keep them safe.
Those who have that kind of mind will never from it escape.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Duality That Is Lived

Good could not exist all alone,
Without evil near to feed it...
In a duality that is lived as is.
Nor could a mediocrity flourish in climates,
When an atmosphere condones it...
As an acceptable vision allowed and permitted.

It is pointless to insist without resistance,
That victims are not marketed from birth...
To attract to themselves harm to thirst it first,
When minds are conditioned to be curious.
And no one can claim they have found Utopia,
If not having had visitations from demons.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Things Others Do

YOU,
May tolerate your laziness.
But me?
I find it offends.

Perhaps,
I know what it takes to be disciplined.
And those accepting mediocrity with ease...
Is like hearing the screeching,
With chalk on a blackboard...
Intentionally begin.

YOU,
May tolerate your laziness.
But me?
I find it offends.

And I know I represent,
An older generation now!
However...
Some things others do,
I will not let go unmentioned.
It is wonderful to see someone attempting their best.
And that effort seems to grab my attention!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Unappropriate

Chasing mediocrity,
To seek an approval...
Is to deny one's best efforts.

Just because there is a variety of sleaze,
Presented in acceptable decadence...
Does not mean quality is not appreciated.

It just appears that everyone seeks mediocrity.
And those who desire an occasional taste of lowlife,
Do not necessarily welcome this in their homes.

They are the first to announce how unappropriate this is!
And what should be done to monitor such behavior.
As ideas to create new employment situations for themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I May Well Be A Mediocrity

I MAY WELL BE A MEDIOCRITY

I may well be a mediocrity
One who tries and tries
But never really inspires-

I may well be one of the many
Called but not chosen-

I may be more another small unimportant disturbance
Than one whose work is of real meaning and value-

I may well be a mediocrity
And an ultimate nothing-

Whose words are now saved by a new technology
But will be dust forever -

I may well be a mediocrity
Despite wanting so much not to be-

I may well be a mediocrity
And probably am-

In which case I apologize
To the reader of this
If there is one
For taking your time.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Based Upon A Maturity Earned

Telling people where to get off and go,
Isn't easy in places where mediocrity is praised.
The slightest thing offends those spineless,
And quick to follow!

You know...
Those afraid to make waves,
But in the privacy of stirring gossip made...
They take delight in basking in the shade.
Daring to individualize their comments...
In daylight.

Fearing to appear to have an identity...
Based upon a maturity earned.
And certainly one that is out of place,
Disputing those with mouths constantly open!

'Say what you will about me.
However...
I've known who I am,
Much longer than you have 'never' been on your own,
Alone,
To define what it is you are!
Or...
Why you are the way you are!
Or who it is you think! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can You Show Me Where That Is?

If intelligence is not respected,
And fools on the rise are praised.
Why is anyone bewildered,
By the display of lazy people...
And a mediocrity,
That is more acceptable today?

With a discipline dismissed,
And a preference of it...
Clearly shown to the exit,
To be ushered away.

And education is a joke,
When remedial courses are taught...
To 'college' folks!
With the rudiments of a language spoken,
Invokes a discouragement provoked!

'Excuse me.
Can you help me read this? '

Sure.
That is your name tag.
With 'your' name on it.

'Thank you.
I've signed up for advance physics.
Can you show me where that is?
I am so excited to be going to college.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Mediocrity Knows

If the credit is not given,
To who is due it.
How successful can a creation get?
If those responsible for its origin...
Have been treated with neglect.

Although they are mentioned,
With intentional disrespect.
To achieve for the thieves...
A purpose only mediocrity knows.
Others receive and accept,
As a brilliant reflection of one's best!
And marketed with incredible deception.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picking Segments To Be Neglected

Different are the teachers of today,
Who are challenged to teach lessons...
To collective minds,
Sitting with a desire to be taught...
And learn in times desperate for thinkers.

A future invested can not be molested,
With a selecting to dissect...
Which part of a unified society,
Should receive a better treatment.
While picking segments to be neglected.

Those expecting to rise to leave others beneath,
Has not proven to be of benefit...
To a quality of life that has steadily decreased.
Nor has this strategy,
Eliminated a tragedy created by division.

And the need for discipline and respect is overwhelming.
As those who now see...
The feeding of ignorance and mediocrity,
Does not influence success.
Nor promises greatness to reflect the best.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Inflicted Issues

When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.

When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.

When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.

When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.

When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not Proud Of Being A Mediocrity

I AM NOT PROUD OF BEING A MEDIOCRITY

I am not proud of being a mediocrity-
But if I am
Does this mean
I should stop writing forever?

Does it mean I should spend the rest of my life
In bitter angry lament?

If I am a mediocrity
And chances are good that I am
Then perhaps I should just try to live with it
And understand
The only one who's time will be wasted
And who will give attention to all this writing I have done
Is me.

Mediocrity or not,
I can still try to be a fairly decent human being.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Like An Acceptable Fad

There is a level of disrespect,
I'm just not into.
I know that's what people do today.
Do anything and care less what they say,
To who.
It's like an acceptable fad,
That is marketed like a fashion.
It's like what's hip!
And I aint into it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised To Praise Ignorance

If mediocrity is selected as a favorite flavor,
Of the majority of people raised to praise ignorance.
Then mediocrity it will be,
To smother the influence of those most capable.
Although the ones more intelligent,
Have always been those in the so called minority!
And the evidence of that,
Is as clear as someone mistaking...
A mama grizzly bear for seasoned and trained rats!
Ideas are stolen,
To enhance the ones that have no competitive chance.
And that is not a rumor,
That is based upon identifiable facts!

'Show them how a wheel is made,
And they will run you down in a car they've built.
Show them the positive usage for making a fire,
And everything around you will be burned.
Show them the advantages of keeping a weapon,
And they will kill themselves.
But not until they do that to others first! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Say Goodbye To Me

Do not say goodbye to me.
Please just walk away.
Then I won't be able to hear those words.
I'll pretend that you will stay.

For goodbye is only acceptable
if the parting doesn't last.
And if it does then all I've loved
becomes part of my past.

You taught me love
and I rose above
all I thought I could be.
You taught me desire
and I felt the fire
that became a part of me.
You taught me boldness
and I left the coldness
on a bedroom shelf.
You taught me caring
and I craved the sharing
that became a part of myself.

So do not say goodbye to me.
Please just walk away.
For all that you have taught me,
when you leave will always stay.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Perception Of Success

A perception of success that is fed,
And eventually loses its taste...
Because of the excessive waste of it.
Is a re-creation,
Of that which has already been created.
There is nothing but rust to wait for to digest it.

And since there is a lack of innovation expressed,
Those who are fed perceptions of success...
Only know it if it has been copied from another,
With a collective mindset impressed and approving...
Only what a limitation of processed blocked and blind vision,
Has been taught to them to accept, reject and to ignore.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taught To Fear And Suffer

Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.

Taught not born,
To give.
Taught not born,
To take.
Taught not born to be of benefit to others.
But many bigots interfere...
With an infliction of their insecurities,
That smother one another.

Some are taught they are better than most human beings.
With a stunting of their own growth,
In isolated dreams.

And then their are those who confront others,
With obvious legitimate needs.
Ultimately to suffer from these misdeeds.

Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.

Taught to greed selfishly!
Taught to deceive and steal like thieves!
And taught to cheat to succeed...
No matter who does the suffering and bleeds.

Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!

Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Addressing An Acceptable Etiquette

Those who consciously take steps,
To affect the progress of others...
With a hopeful diminishing of an influence,
Do not openly express regret.
Or the nights they spend tossing,
In a sleeplessness...
Haunted by the evil visions,
Of their own incompetence exquisitely dressed....
For effective impressions.

But then...
When invitations to attend social events come in,
They arrive fashionably late...
Hoping to share their pretensions,
With others of the same mindset...
Who too embellish behind fixed smiles,
Attached to masks...
Scented with alcoholic beverages on their breaths,
While addressing an acceptable etiquette.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Has Been Taught

From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.

And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others.
Or be heard routinely expressed.

A true placement of values,
Has been obsessed.
And obvious it is...
Needing not to be excused or confessed.
Since if it was not wished it would not exist.

From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.

And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others or be expressed.
It is what it is as has been taught,
To teach and be believed to label as is revealed.

As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.

As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.

As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught...
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept,
These things we see to leave as is believed...
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Novice Desire, An Essay On Writing

The novice
wanted to write something
strange different inlaid
with the wonder,
of a few of the values
which are important,
but which society
seems to lack
or have forgotten.

Which need remembering
and should be brought
to the for again
for the consideration
and possibly the advancement
of the state of mind.
Drawing from life,
previous experience,
memories, imagination,
and the pursuit
of the elusive idea.

Some writers
seem to know
almost nothing
in real terms
of the reality
of which they wrote.
Their work
lacks depth,
an acceptable degree
of accuracy
sincerity.

Some have settled
for cheap,
commercialized
mass production,
centred
on public interest
subjects
in pursuit
of the quick buck.

Or write within
the acceptable
guide lines
which many editors
dictate
and often demand.
Which has
been done
millions
of times before.
Stating
nothing unique?

Style and a definite
minimum standard,
enriched
with original thought
where appropriate,
should form
part of purposed
subject matter.

Realizing of course
that true originality
may prove
a mixed
ungrateful master,
devoid
of general acceptance
or understanding?

It has never
seemed right
or important
to me
to produce
merely
for the sake
of producing.

Or to write
in a style
that is pleasing
or acceptable
to any given editor.
If I write
anything
it is for
own personal
enjoyment.

To express
in the manner
I enjoy most
or deem fitting.
And especially
for the pleasure
and benefit,
of those who might
appreciate and feel
enriched after reading
a given piece.

I would like
to share
an idea or thought
with the reader
in the only
way possible.

Because
it is not possible
to always meet
people
we are drawn to
and would like
to converse with.

Nor to hold
indefinitely
creative thoughts
in the mind.
If thoughts
are to be
preserved
and shared
thoughts
must be committed
to the printed page.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dictation Done

If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...

No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.

And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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