Priorities To Keep As They Are Kept
I don't care what that's about.
To argue what it shouldn't be.
Or what's been said by who...
Between the 'he-said-she-sayers'.
That's their investment.
Not mine.
And I am not the one to pass judgement,
Or find time to do it.
However...
Maybe one day they will find,
The decisions that they have made...
Brought no benefits to their advantage.
Who knows?
I am grateful to have taken chances,
With faith that is still in place.
I know what that's about.
What I am about.
And how I've been tested.
With a healing done,
From mental and physical wounds.
Those experiences are vivid.
No one can accuse me of not being pleasant,
When I exit from their presence.
And to protect my peace of mind,
My exits have become more and more graceful...
As I age knowing my priorities.
And priorities to keep as they are kept?
I know what that's about to not doubt it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unsolicited
Without the advantage,
And benefits...
That do not overnight come,
One's intended physical regimen...
Will more than likely,
Will be something not to be done.
And an absence of discipline,
To initiate motivation...
Seldom begins,
Without a doing.
But those committed to wining and dining,
Will find the time to spend...
Making arrangements for them.
And this says one thing about priorities set.
They have been effectively placed,
To make the best excuses.
And the best of excuses do come,
Unsolicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protective Lockdown
I would love to entertain your priorities.
However...
My schedule has been changed.
And on my agenda,
I have placed the importance of my peace of mind
On a protective lockdown!
And as of late...
It refuses to leave isolation.
I would love to entertain your priorities...
But right now I find myself in a struggle
Between happiness and complete joy!
And it bothers me that I can not tell the difference.
Can you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run All Out of Benefits of Doubt
Benefit of a doubt?
Do you realize how many benefits
Of doubt I've given out?
How many 'Oh well, that's okay! '
I've said to myself...
To chase those doubts away,
That cropped up to stay?
Sometimes everyday!
To relay to myself,
I understand...
In an understanding way?
Do you realize when I had been in doubt,
I would find myself excusing
A cause someone else brought about.
And then when I became angry...
I was the one to feel guilty,
From being fed nonsense
That would raise my voice then made to shout?
And now you ask me,
To give to you a benefit of a doubt?
Another one?
I've run out of benefits of doubt.
They are gone.
And so are you...
Free to move on!
I have no more in supply.
None for you to use or abuse...
Or deny I have not tried!
Get out.
While I still havean eyebrow raised to offer.
And you are more than welcome to have it!
And before you leave...
Please keep the keys!
New locks I've got,
Just to keep any benefits of doubt restored...
From you forever ignored and blocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instantly Free Me From Feelings of Guilt
So personal I take my own pain.
Physical, mental.
Whatever the process...
There is nothing like doing it,
In the comfort of one's own home.
I forget sometimes,
I am suppose to dismiss it...
Whenever I am approached,
To give someone my undivided attention.
With their immediate imposition on my time,
Taken.
And unconsciously...
I quickly open my door,
As if to welcome the entire Universe for tea!
'I'm sorry to disturb you.
Is this a bad time? '
Oh? Uh...uh...
I forget sometimes,
My needs are less important...
For someone expecting me,
To dropp my priorities and focus my attention...
On their needs.
Or whatever it is they wish to share,
Immediately!
Uh...oh...No!
I was just enjoying minding my own business.
Sitting in my own space.
And hoping to have this moment...
Alone.
Drinking tea and enjoying music I love.
What on Earth was I thinking?
Company!
That's what's missing.
Company!
Come on in.
And after they have finished,
Squeezing every emotion out of me...
It seems.
I forget sometimes,
I am being tested.
I forget sometimes,
Even in my solitude...
Where the peace I love is graced,
There will be someone who believes...
Any pain I face to attempt to erase,
Needs more of their presence in my face.
With the dumping of their agonies.
So with the taking of slow deep breaths,
I sit.
Doing my best to reflect patience.
And hoping there is no notice given,
To an enforced hospitality.
'Thank you, my brother.
You have no idea how much your listening ear,
Has left me with so much peace.
I leave you now,
With the wish that God blesses you.
'Cause you know HE is good?
AND 'all' the time.
All you have to do is remember that!
You are 'never' alone.
Remember that in your prayers.
You don't have to sit mopping around.
As if you are friendless.
God is there for you.
Just remember that.
It's such a beautiful day.
I feel less burdened.
I think I'll go for a walk!
God bless.'
Even in my solitude...
Where the peace I love is graced.
There will be someone who believes,
Any pain I face to attempt to erase...
Needs more of their presence in my face.
With the dumping of their agonies.
I'll keep that in mind...my brother.
I'm glad I was able to assist!
Anytime.
Just 'pop' in anytime you wish.
'Keep God alive!
That's all you need to do.
Keep God ALIVE.'
GOD,
Please remove me from the lieing.
Or let me pretend I am not at home,
The 'next' time this happens.
And You instantly free me from feelings of guilt.
Of this...
Dear Father,
I will be eternally grateful.
Amen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Last Line...It Does Not Rhyme
I've been accused of not giving.
When that is all I've ever done.
I've also been accused of not participating,
Although when I did...
None of that from the others would come.
From anyone!
Not even 'some'.
Now that I have chosen my time not to waste,
I've been told I am ungrateful...
And self centered,
Of late.
And my response to those who bait division...
Is that we all make decisions.
And I've made mine to break away from that madness.
'Your last line...
It does not rhyme.'
And I ain't trying to find reason for it, either.
When I eat cookies and leave not a crumb...
That means I'm done!
'Cool.
That line does rhyme.'
It makes me happy you have set your priorities.
So have I.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can't Argue With Your Assessment
How many times has my reluctance to say no,
Left me feeling as if I have betrayed myself?
And worried if I did say 'no'...
I would offend some unseen deity,
Who then decides my attitude is not good enough...
To reside for eternity with wings and golden slippers,
As I sang sweetly in the presence of The Supreme...
Floating around freely in heaven.
'Well...uh...'
And my choice of tone to use,
Was not found acceptable...
By uptight self-righteous faking faith 'Christians',
Given free passes to voice their opinion...
When my life appears on a huge flat screen,
Going through a flashback treatment on judgement day!
And all of this happening and held against me,
Because I told someone where to go?
'My son.
Listen to Me clearly.
I was cool with you up until the time you stood,
In the middle of the minister's sermon...
With the giving to him your finger.
And then to express to him what to kiss,
Upon your exit from the church...
I find unacceptable.
You will be placed on a 90 day probation.
That's it.
I have spoken.'
Well...
You 'are' the Boss.
And I can't argue with your assessment.
'Consider yourself very fortunate, My son.
You have tested Me more than once.'
Your Most Significance?
'What is it? '
Is it possible I can use 'work-in-progress',
As my defense?
'I'll have to think about it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facing The Consequences
Once again I find you in this place of mine
you come and go whenever you’ve the mind.
I know your appearance here is to hassle me,
and to cause mental trauma unrelentingly.
You never do anything except tell me what to do,
haven’t you anything else to occupy you?
What gives you the right to spy and criticise me,
and judge my everyday life so relentlessly?
I’m sick of the way you judge the things I do,
and it’s not as though I’ve asked you to.
You’ve obviously considered that I’ve hurt someone
and won’t go away until right’s been done.
If I choose to ignore you, you won’t go away,
you’ll remember it until my dying day,
and I suppose that on that day you’ll produce a list
of all the wrongs, and opportunities I’ve missed.
You’ll no doubt remind me of all the dates and times,
and that the chances to put things right were mine.
And as I take my last breaths you’ll torment me and say,
“If only you had listened, you wouldn’t have gone out this way.”
You are always so anxious to give me a troubled mind,
but never bother to tell me of the consequences I’ll find.
Even now you will not tell me what to expect at death,
except that my wrongs should be righted before my last breath.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Aiming For A Better World...
If we don't try to make the world a better place
Then it will become a bitter place...
A wasteland of broken hearts and broken dreams...
A void in space, a place to avoid...
If we didn't want the world to improve
Then why would we send our children to school
To pass exams for a future career?
If we want the best for our children
Then shouldn't we want the best for ourselves?
Yet Jesus once prophesied of plagues, famines and wars
And rumours of wars in the end times...
Does that mean there's no escape?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of plagues?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of those starving souls?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of wars?
We ought to pray for peace and be peacemakers...
We ought to feed the starving... but do we?
How come there are millions spent on trying to go to Mars?
How come we don't help those on Earth first?
Where are our priorities, our scruples, our sense of justice and injustice?
Where's our full portion of love, compassion, everyday kindness?
Are we too old to learn old tricks rather than the new?
The old ways were based on the fulness of a community spirit
That reached out with the arms of Christ to one and all...
Is that fellowship dead and gone with the old prayer books
And Church services of yester-year?
Or does love live on by the example of faithful friends of Christ?
God knows what we ought to be doing... Do we?
And if we don't, are we willing to ask? To find out? To sacrifice?
Somehow I cant help wondering if anyone knows what love is any more...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Found Odd, Trifling and Out of Place
Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.
Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.
And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.
That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.
You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.
Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.
Has that happened?
However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.
And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.
No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.
You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.
And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.
Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Son Of Mine
The key to my survival
was never in much doubt
the question was how I could keep sane
trying to find a way out
things were never easy for me
peace of mind was hard to find
and I needed a place where I could hide
somewhere I could call mine
I didn't think much about it
til it started happening all the time
soon I was living with the fear everyday
of what might happen at night
I couldn't stand to hear the
crying of my mother
and I rememeber when
I swore that, that would be the
last they'd see of me
and I never went home again
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:
You're no son, no son of mine
You're no son, no son of mine
You walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, no son of mine
oh his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine
but where should I go,
and what should I do
you're no son, no son of mine
but I came here for help, I came here for you
Well the years they passed slowly
I thought about him everyday
what would I do, if we passed on the street
would I keep running away
in and out of hiding places
soon I'd have to face the facts
we'd have to sit down and talk it over
and that would mean going back
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:
You're no son of mine
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No Need to Cast Woeful Eyes
No need to cast woeful eyes,
For some to see.
Decisive steps you took and tested!
An investment of regret you get!
While taking a bet...
Against advice given.
Yet disrespected!
And now an empathy you expect?
There is no one left...
With sympathy to offer,
From an unspoken request.
You may be hoping some feel,
And comes next!
Some lessons are better self taught,
Than shared.
Like an experience one may have,
To leave others spared.
No one should be expected,
To protect another from a fate!
Mistakes some make may bring to them heartache.
But those chances you took,
Brought disgust to others.
Those who now care less...
About your expressed unhappiness.
Here...
Take these tissues and dry your issues.
Clear your eyes and rise from your butt!
That is the only suggestion,
To you I can give up!
Like the others you strutted pass with your druthers...
None of us,
Are into pity parties and weep fest that touch!
Celebrate this one by yourself.
Because the rest of us you distrusted...
Have seen that act from you too much!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Made All Of This Look Too Easy
I've made all of this look too easy.
So easy it's easier made for you to critique.
Even reading between the lines,
You will never feel my sentiments.
Or my experiences and years spent,
Healing from an assortment of hidden scars.
I've made all of this look too easy.
So easy you believe I have time I can find,
To please you and your needs.
As if nothing else is on my mind,
But you and your life and your doubts.
I've made all of this look too easy.
Haven't I?
Even when sleeping...
You perceive me to be undeserving to get,
Peace and rest without requesting it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing
The BENEFITS of confessing,
To having less and becoming honest with oneself...
When addressing this in complete truthfulness,
Quickly eliminates a need to numb and medicate stress...
To free a mind accepting,
Time for them has come to set aside expectations.
And the ADVANTAGES of knowing,
There are limits to one can stretch to feed wants...
Seems to leave no mental or emotional affects to protect.
Like those who experience worrying themselves to death,
As to how to maintain false images obtained...
Jeopardizing dignity AND a loss of self respect.
Yes...
The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing,
For those aware and prepared for this...
Can be cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith Proves
Faith proves complex when tested
Sweet when manifested
Faith fills needs to break through
Tested it seemly sinks to depths blue
Faith is a glowing light in a dark tunnel
Faith tested is a dead ending channel
Faith is a destined escape
Faith tested loses all form and shape
Faith is the cry to all battles
Yet tested falls about in loose shambles
Faith is wholesome and complete
Yet tested it feels so much like defeat
Faith moves mountains
Faith tested seems like bondage constrains
Faith is a well planted seed
Yet tested the feeling is hopeless indeed
poem by Wes Mbanje
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You can expect to find these four priorities - education, economic vitality, efficiency in government and the protection of families - woven into my decisions as Governor. They will serve as my compass as I work with you to chart a future course for our state.
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There's no sense talking about priorities. Priorities reveal themselves. We're all transparent against the face of the clock.
I Protect My Own Needs
I protect my own needs, desires and wants.
Since no one perceives I might have them.
And I've learned to keep my peace of mind,
Not easily detected for others to find...
As a means to duplicate its existence.
To claim they originated it,
With persistent instances insisted.
And all I do is pretend most of the time,
I am blessed with that which no one else can get.
Even tested I appear not to become upset.
And those who have mastered in the giving of such tests,
Seem more perplexed as to how I pass them.
As if they created my responses,
While I sat from distances to watch in a vacuum unaffected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In 'My' World I Am The Do Do
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
There was a time I would drop,
My priorities.
To sit and listen to someone moan.
To show them I was there,
And they were not alone!
There was a time I would stop,
In my tracks.
To carry a load,
Someone else had on their back.
To give unconditional friendship.
Without a thought about that!
Then one day I was in need.
Knowing in my heart...
Someone would come to my rescue.
I damn near was crawling on my knees.
Until I witnessed myself...
Being made to play the fool.
With folks caring less,
What it was I was going through!
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
To stink when I wish.
And caring less who likes it.
When I move,
My eyes are focused.
With my needs to meet first.
I 'may'...
Depending on my mood.
Choose to be less self serving.
However,
Whatever I decide...
I will not waste a second,
In debate.
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
I am not living my life,
As an option someone can find...
To play with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Procrastination vs Priority
If it weren’t for procrastination, I’d have no alone time at all.
Between family, friends and work I need some time to stall…
Just a few moments for myself to think and cleanse my mind.
If I attend to all my priorities they’ll be impossible to find.
Parties, holiday times and vacations are all lots of fun,
But preparing and recovering from them keeps me on the run.
Then there are job duties with meetings and work at night.
It seems like alone time may never be within my sight.
I have a list of things to do like a garage sale planned for years
Or annual medical and dental exams postponed due to my fears.
Tax forms mold upon my desk though April springs anew;
I've done nothing but strain my brain keeping them close in view.
The creation of procrastination is a concept not always bad.
It provides opportunities to review all the priorities that I’ve had.
If it can rearrange my goals and thus provide that alone time,
How can procrastination be called anything but simply sublime?
poem by Gregory Huyette
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I'll Never See You As Cupid
10 minutes.
5 minutes.
No minutes of my time,
To
Waste my priorities.
Just to start an argument,
To please that need.
1 minute
2 minutes
No minutes will I find,
To
Let you mess around with me.
Trying to destroy my every bit of peace.
You're not gonna rock my boat,
I float on peaceful waters.
No.
Your envy and that jealousy...
Will not get again that close to me.
1 minute
2 minutes
No minutes will I find,
To
Let you mess around with me.
Trying to destroy my every bit of peace.
You're not gonna rock my boat,
I float on peaceful waters.
No.
Your envy and that jealousy...
Will not get again that close to me.
You can swing back and forth on a rope,
To get me to notice your show.
But that swinging that you're doing is a childish thing.
And bringing much attention to a fool,
Who
Only broods...
In 'stupid'!
10 minutes.
5 minutes.
No minutes of my time,
To
Waste my priorities.
Just to start an argument,
To please that need.
And...
Whatever you do,
I'll never see you as cupid.
You brood too much,
Like a fool who's doin' stupid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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