Prepared To Deliver And Teach
Speeches, sermons, lectures...
Are prepared to deliver and teach.
However...
If they are delivered too seriously,
Without a bit of comedy...
Those giving those speeches,
Sermons and lectures...
To teach with an outreach to people,
Will find most of them asleep.
Disturbed from a droning boredom,
Only to awaken to applaud...
Begun by those relieved with sighs,
That whatever was heard...
With the giving of a patience,
Is over!
'You were wonderful.
I sat through it with my eyes closed.
Absorbing in meditation...
Every meaning of your intention.
To allow the depths of your words to sink in.
But I must ask you this...
Do you mind explaining parts of it I miss? '
~No!
Not at all.
Which parts were those? ~
'The beginning? '
~Yes.~
'And...
The end.'
~Okay? ~
'Do you mind repeating,
What was said in between them? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judged On Stage Presence; Not Content
When the point of no return has been reached,
The preaching of sermons or lectures heard...
Has no effect to influence upon a mind vacant.
A performance evaluated on its entertainment appeal,
Is the reality that is judged on stage presence; not content.
And only this is discussed by those in attendance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Tired Of Giving It
I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
It seems.
Time and understanding,
With an empathy that feeds...
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
A listening ear,
To comprehend my feelings.
Maybe I shouldn't even be near...
To have a dumping of a pity appear.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
Tired of giving it,
Empathy...
No one gives to me.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.
Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.
Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I read great literature, great drama, speeches, or sermons, I feel that the human mind has not achieved anything greater than the ability to share feelings and thoughts through language.
quote by James Earl Jones
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People Are Only Entertained By The Performance
It has to be admitted,
People do speak of unity...
With consistency.
You know,
That 'togetherness' in harmony thing!
As if what is said is actually believed.
And the activation of it is not a myth,
But a recognizable direction that can be achieved.
Like speeches made by leaders.
Or sermons made by preachers who testify of seeing 'visions'.
People are only entertained by the performance.
That's it!
When the show is over,
Another activity is sought.
Nothing heard is retained to make changes.
Only stated for debate...
Until a holiday comes to celebrate.
And what was intended prior to that is forgotten.
That's how it is when people are given too many choices,
From which to select and confuse their already weakened...
States of mind based upon variety and delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We must get the American public to look past the glitter, beyond the showmanship, to the reality, the hard substance of things. And we'll do it not so much with speeches that sound good as with speeches that are good and sound; not so much with speeches that will bring people to their feet as with speeches that will bring people to their senses.
quote by Mario Cuomo
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Sterile sermons
An old church stands with a spired steeple
Amidst the townspeople at Fox and Main
Where the hypocrites pray for sinful souls
And clergy holds sermons that entertain.
Within this sanctuary lined with pews
And opalescent glass and glittering gold
Odoriferous breaths of morning booze
Betray inebriants among the fold.
The Sunday sermon lectures temperance
Its message they heard many times before
The spoken words make no difference
Because people don’t heed them anymore.
The pimps and sots, sinners all congregate
Buying forgiveness while passing the plate.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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This is unusual for me. I have given readings and not lectures. I have told people who ask for lectures that I have no lecture to give. And that is true.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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Illusions In G Major
On the seven seas there was aphantom ship acoming,
Shinin in the dead of night,
I heard the crew a hummin
Tunes that sounded like the rolling stones and leonard cohen.
But they didnt know the words,
So I assumed that they was foreign.
Chorus
But I heard them just the same doctor let me teach em,
I just wanna please em, doctor let me teach em.
I looked up in the sky there was a phantom plane a comin,
Shinin in the dead of night,
I heard the pilot saying,
Poems that were written by john keats and robert browning.
But he didnt know the words so,
I suppose that it was nothing.
Chorus
But I heard them just the same doctor let me teach em,
I just wanna please em, doctor let me teach em.
Doctor please believe me, I know you wont decieve me,
But do these things Im seein, have any hidden meaning.
Its all good entertainment and it doesnt cost a penny.
So please doc, let me teach em, if I could only reach em.
Chorus
But I heard them just the same doctor let me teach em,
I just wanna please em, doctor let me teach em.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Keep On Giving Me Love
Oh, you told me you were burned by holy water,
And the priest forgot the words
He was trying to say.
It seems your best friend
Is your own reflection,
And no promise of love
Is gonna make you wanna stay.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
You got fox eyes,
They burn like a sunrise,
You got a walk that makes a mans blood turn to wine.
You bought and sold me
For you lover,
As long as you feed me good, baby, I dont mind.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
(solo)
So you told me you were burned by holy water,
And the priest forgot the words
He was trying to say.
It seems your best friend
Is your own reflection,
And no promise of love
Is gonna make you wanna stay.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
song performed by by Whitesnake
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You won't catch me giving clear lectures.
quote by Donald Norman
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Perceptions Of Reality
Rushing back to get their seats,
After intermission has been announced completed...
Are those happily deluded and deceived.
And entertained with beliefs,
That their perceptions of reality have been validated.
And hushed they become as if in pews listening.
Regardless if performers backstage,
Do the best they can to remember their lines...
Between acts to keep it real,
For the ones who have yet to experience to see...
How such beliefs kept are pieced together,
Only those priviledged have been picked to conceal.
Monologues like speeches are seldom sermons,
Unrehearsed without much practice...
To be remembered to produce the right effect,
That satisfies those with expectations.
Re-enactments practiced capture and attract.
And those who are skilled at this know how to 'act'.
To then have those mesmerized when they leave,
Soliciting to advocate to reveal to others on the street...
What it is they 'too' should accept and believe,
As a reality that has been recently confirmed.
With lessons learned to quote and teach.
As if scriptures few would realize have been re-written.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Is All I Can Do
Father...
I am doing the best I can,
To keep my eye fixed upon You.
Doing the best I can,
Father.
To keep You focused,
Glued in my view.
And,
Yes...
I know what it means to stray.
You have been with me everyday.
So you have seen that happen!
And,
Yes...
I know the circumstances,
Of my actions.
When I have not obeyed.
And to awaken afraid to suffer,
Through those consequences.
With a feeling of enemies approaching.
As I would sneak to take a peek...
From behind closed curtains.
To discover those fears,
Making a 'home' inside me.
Father God...
I am doing the best I can.
I choose to prove I can do much better.
By preparing to combat,
Those storms that confront me.
Those that come.
Giving me reason to run!
But You will not allow it.
You wish me to sit...
Trembling.
As I experience every bit of thunder,
That roars.
I cringe when passing by those lessons you teach.
Everyday when I walk across many diverse streets.
Trying to understand,
I do.
Why there is unhappiness all around.
And why those who claim to have faith...
Stumble disrespectfully on solid ground!
You teach...
That I do not want that for me.
You teach with such vivid depictions.
Father...
I am doing the best I can,
To keep my eye fixed upon You.
Yes,
It is true.
I try doing the best I can,
Father.
To keep You focused,
Glued in my view.
And that is all I can do,
My Father.
Until You...
My Guiding Light,
Disapprove of it!
With a wish not to ever,
Get You upset.
With false steps I take.
Father God...
I am doing the best I can.
And I choose to prove I can do much better.
Quickly.
Before repeating...
Any of Your lessons.
And that is all I can do,
My Father.
Until You...
My Guiding Light,
Disapprove!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teach Me How to Eat
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
More discipline I may be needing.
Teach me how to eat.
More seriousness I may yet miss.
Teach me how to eat.
No medications do I take,
To keep a pace that irritates.
No longer young with dumb ideals.
Teach me how to eat.
I wish a peace that keeps me feeding.
So teach me how to eat.
I see in you more than in some.
The ones who can not overcome.
I see some stumble as others run.
But you,
Know how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brave Swim The Tide
when professors cannot teach the depths
we must personally brave swim the tide
teach ourselves of life a poems meaning
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Cycle
The practices of speeches
Sharing a little vision
An insight
To tonight, to tomorrow
With words borrowed
We do not own them any more then our thoughts
They meant to live beyond the pages
They meant to teach those off all ages
It as any love
Their there too give you a hug
Their there to remind you to not be so smug
Explaining the because as it was
What has happen
They crawl, walk, and talk
They are everything and nothing
Ink scribbled down and folded up.
It is love note
As a kid does
passed to another
read aloud in ones heart
then it is ripped and torn apart.
to be forgotten except by that which beats so hard
for a child does not lightly forget
reinventing it
with their own style and smile
it is the english language cycle
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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All the parts I get offered are character and comedy parts, and I probably wouldn't get them if I had a different face. So I'm glad I have a comedy face.
quote by Mackenzie Crook
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I don't want to spend the rest of my life giving speeches.
quote by Colin Powell
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I don't like giving speeches - I enjoy sitting on my rump.
quote by Karen Morley
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Is Everyone Ready For The Cuts?
Is everyone ready for the cuts?
'Yes.
The people are waiting.
That is what we have promised.
And we must deliver.'
Then I shall proceed.
'Ouch.
What are you doing? '
Beginning the cuts.
'Do 'them' not us.'
You do not understand.
We are the reason the cuts are needed.
'But,
That means...
We are the ones going to suffer.'
The people demand a government that works,
For the good of the country.
'What's the matter with you?
No one expects us to deliver that.
Come on!
Those were just campaign speeches.
We all made them.
We are here to celebrate our victory.
Get rid of a few social programs.
And that's it.
OUCH! !
Stop that.'
I am not a career politician.
After I slit a few throats around here,
I know I will be sent back home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Letter From Under The Sea
If you are my friend...
Help me...to leave you
Or if you are my lover...
Help me...so I can be healed of you...
If I knew....
that the ocean is very deep...I would not have swam...
If I knew...how I would end,
I would not have began
I desire you...so teach me not to desire
teach me...
how to cut the roots of your love from the depths
teach me...
how tears may die in the eyes
and love may commit suicide
If you are prophet,
Cleanse me from this spell
Deliver me from this atheism...
Your love is like atheism...so purify me from this atheism
If you are strong...
Rescue me from this ocean
For I don't know how to swim
The blue waves...in your eyes
drag me...to the depths
blue...
blue...
nothing but the color blue
and I have no experience
in love...and no boat...
If I am dear to you
then take my hand
For I am filled with desire...from my
head to my feet
I am breathing under water!
I am drowning...
drowning...
drowning...
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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