Process Of Rejection
The importance of substitution,
Will never be as potent...
As the significance,
Of that which is originally given.
There will be attempts made,
To dilute and disguise the affect...
With replacements to digest.
And those unconscious may never suspect,
Until a system begins...
A process of rejection.
The importance of substitution,
Will never be as potent...
As the significance,
Of that which is originally given.
A process of rejection begins.
And the harm that is done...
Upsets with effectiveness,
Not just a few disgruntled ones.
But everyone awakening,
To the glaring sight of Sun!
A Sun unclouding to expose...
Those without vision and on the run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Substance Fades
It is done quite simply!
To reduce an influence,
And significance...
Advocate the importance,
Of ignorance.
And market this as the latest fad.
With a witnessing of this,
As a rage no one can resist!
That's how influence,
And a significance that benefits...
Begins to slowly diminish in effectiveness.
With a substance that ends as an aging of it,
Fading away...
To become replaced by mediocrity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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she signed out
without at least saying
gtg
or simply bye
where's my usual
lol
?
as i rest from
other things
of equal importance
as she
appears invisible
or busy
or walked out
i stop
for a while, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking
about what to do
with my life
so many choices now
but the emptiness keeps invading
every word
i have in my mind, as though they no longer have any significance
at all
i log out
i log in
i sign out
i sign in again
and there she is the snobbish soul still keeping
her own things
matters of greater importance
than myself
who i am?
i still ask, who i am? she rejects my pleas,
her silence so hurting
i feel the pain of
abandonment, rejection and
ignorance,
lapse of time, wasting moments
useless thoughts,
destructive imaginings
i have one choice though....
submit a new poem
a breather.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Urgent Revisiting Of It
If 'that' which should have been in place,
Is not and slips away.
Because of a hesitating procrastination,
With excuses prioriticized and made!
A rushing done today,
That should have taken time...
Those days before yesterday.
Can be thought of opportunities,
That came and faded to be erased.
There is nothing that will be done tomorrow,
With a necessity that comes...
That allows one to chase.
It just silences the support,
For the significance of importance!
And a significance that drifts,
Can be revived...
With an insistence that invites,
The urgent revisiting of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It was Nietzsche who first made us conscious of the significance of the individual as a term in the evolutionary process-in that part of the evolutionary process which has still to take place.
quote by Herbert Read
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This dullness of vision regarding the importance of the general welfare to the individual is the measure of the failure of our schools and churches to teach the spiritual significance of genuine democracy.
quote by Henry A. Wallace
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Management means, in the last analysis, the substitution of thought for brawn and muscle, of knowledge for folkways and superstition, and of cooperation for force. It means the substitution of responsibility for obedience to rank, and of authority of performance for the authority of rank. Whenever you see a successful business, someone once made a courageous decision.
quote by Peter Drucker
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Getting A Few Fingers Burned
I would be surprised if I had been told,
A mental growing process done by one...
Was accomplished with the aid of a group of people.
Too many opinions can dilute something in the mind,
One hopes will stick.
With a comprehension to understand with it.
And too many cooks in one kitchen,
Can not a homemade meal deliciously fix.
Some may advise this or that.
When nothing recommended actually suits one's taste.
Especially when the heating of an oven,
Becomes a complicated mix of suggestions.
And a debate begins,
That eventually ends one's interest.
A mental growing process done by one...
Is to discover the sensation,
Of getting a few fingers burned.
Lessons will be learned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Say Thanks
To the return I say thanks,
To some of the stains is peace,
And a language begins to melt,
To bend in worse categories.
We felt importance on the day we met,
Yesterday, was there importance?
It yearly changes, the love changes annually,
For the nights are years, against my years,
Against my look and appearance.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Trouble Gets Double Treatment
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
When,
A thought process...
Accepts mediocrity achieved,
To be one's best.
And this,
Unconsciously...
Stirs the acceptance,
Of a restless nonsense.
Trouble gets...
Double treatment,
That...
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
YES!
Trouble gets,
Double treatment...
That,
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
With taxes applied,
At the max!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaddressed
To be who it is someone claims to be,
Takes courage.
Little of what one says they are,
Is nourished to be encouraged.
People fear rejection.
Or a close inspection that upsets.
Instead of being happy with self confidence...
Some choose to seek approval,
With an acceptance of their footsteps.
Could this be connected,
To the mess that is today reflected?
With so much nonsense gone unaddressed...
And groups collecting to blame others,
For the lack of shown respect.
And satisfied to express in silence...
Their disappointing druthers to confess.
While a condoning of this continues to expose,
People who wish a quality of life to exist...
But caring less they produce an atmosphere of misfits.
And down the gutters their standards 'high browed'
Are watched like bystanders as this is slowly being disposed!
Allowed!
However...
Heard in heated discussions is the significance of this!
Everyone wants to project they are equipped with intelligence.
With resumés to prove they have the schooling and experience.
But for what?
To observe from glass towers eating hors d'oeuvres?
While below their own butts are being guttered?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Time As We Know It
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
There are those awaiting,
For that right time to come.
That right time to do as one wishes,
To put off to do and get those things done.
That right time to collect,
What it is that is needed believed to perfect...
A happiness surrounded with,
An exactness to accept.
Dictated and controlled as one expects!
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
Yet...
That right time that begins for them,
Is as elusive as promises anticipated and made.
When God gives us time,
None of it can be saved.
Nor does that time God gives,
Contemplates in hesitation waiting.
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Amend Or End Them
A definition initiated,
Of laws created to implement...
To later debate over their effectiveness,
Makes the following of them...
Questionable to appreciate,
The process of why they are made...
In the first place.
Especially if that process taken,
To have them undone with an undoing...
Has been determined to be unlawful to do.
And to who's benefit to anyone,
Does this prove?
If anyone can petition to have them changed,
With conditions to amend or end them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here With You Tonight
(gage)
Hey girl, you sit there pining
Inside you feel youre dying and the world doesnt care
You need someone to rely on
You need a shoulder you can cry on,
Well theres one right here
But let gets one thing clear
I aint no substitution for the guy
Who left alone
Ill be here with you tonight
But tomorrow Ill be gone
No commitments, no lies
One thing there wont be no lies, coz I got nothing to hide
A little comfort, a little soothing,
Just until youve started grooving (? )
Then Ill have to ride
Coz like I told you babe
I aint no substitution for the guy
Who left alone
Ill be here with you tonight
But tomorrow Ill be gone, gone
So remember what I told you
Just tonight Ill stay and hold you
Till you feel ok
A little loving to ease the pain
You feel yourself ? ? ?
And then Im on my way
I aint no substitution for the guy
Who left you alone
Ill be here with you tonight
But tomorrow Ill be gone, gone, gone
Ill be gone, Ill be gone
? ? ? ? be gone mama
Ill be gone
Cant afford to hang on mama
Ill be gone
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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There Is An Artistry Applied
So much more is this,
Just a gathering of English words.
There is an emotional attachment to them.
With every period ending,
Each sentence that begins.
There is a process of selection.
With time taken to choose the best.
And keeping it simple for many to digest.
Giving consideration...
To those using microscopes,
For word usage to correct.
But a delight excites,
With a choice to test the minds...
Of those seeking to uncover something profound.
And 'something' complex between the lines to find.
So much more is this,
Just a gathering of English words.
There is an emotional attachment to them.
With every period ending,
Each sentence that begins.
And there is an artistry applied,
Some writers use and try to induce the eyes.
By using words like 'seduction'!
That capture minds to a familiar light.
As if moths stunned!
To become hooked and hypnotized.
And if that process does not work...
Cuss words are universal.
They seem to always maintain their worth.
No matter what the intent or context.
Just toss a few around.
An attention given can be expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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aLL AbOuT FaThEr
Tough from the out, soft inside,
With him begins life's ride.
A friend in enemy's disguise,
Will he ever take a son's side?
Answers concealed behind bitter questions,
His words often seem potent than his action.
He fails everytime a son succeeds, one feels,
Only to realize the truth as time flees.
Pa, Dad, Abbu, and the names son's keep,
When he's gone he makes a son's soul weep.
poem by Kalky Inkler
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You're confusing product with process. Most people, when they criticize, whether they like it or hate it, they're talking about product. That's not art, that's the result of art. Art, to whatever degree we can get a handle on (I'm not sure that we really can) is a process. It begins in the heart and the mind with the eyes and hands.
quote by Jeff Melvoin
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To Diminish The Act Of Reason And Common Sense
Every tactic today is being used,
To diminish the act of reason, truth and competence.
With undeniable mental abuse.
Every thought process to enlighten those unconscious,
Seems to be finding a way to criticized those seeking light.
By a keeping of their ignorant lives thriving and entertained,
On ensuring the ones with a thought process are belittled.
And this should be a goal by all maintained.
With a laughing at those who have chosen to do things correctly.
And...
If education had been a priority as it is today professed,
Why has there been a rush to market...
The temptation of decadence and with such effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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