Producing Remedies
When listening became regarded as offensive...
Disrespect found refreshed acceptance.
And now that disrespect is as mainstream,
As naked beauty queens...
Viagra, bras and sex enhancements,
Advertised on national TV...
People are wishing for those 'good old days' to return.
I lived in those days.
And the same people inflicting their prinicples,
Are the same ones in laboratories...
Producing remedies,
That have little to do with finding cures.
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Inbred Ambitions
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today people want to participate,
More as a whim to socialize and network.
And when they stroll in late,
With excuses to make...
I am not one to appreciate it,
With a subtle delivery of comments.
And coming in smacking on gum!
And carrying snacks?
My discipline within I keep,
Will not allow me to tolerate that!
And 'please'...
Do not hold up other people's time,
By a display of 'theatrics' that lie.
That kind of disrespect,
Will get a direct sign I am more than upset!
I am clinical when I sever connections.
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today...
People are living to get the attention.
And wanting to get paid to display,
Both lack of talent and a depth of feeling...
For the craft!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In These Days of The Takers
Why is it,
That 'some' people...
Can accept hospitality from others.
Wine and dine at their expense.
Yet thoughtless about time that is spent.
And have no regard,
For those who do the hosting?
Or 'show' hints of appreciation.
Why is it,
'Some' people...
Believe it is okay to dropp by unannounce.
Pronounce themselves as being grateful.
And turn around and cuss those out!
Those that had just opened the door to their house?
Even a mouse tries to hide,
From a surprising unexpected appearance.
Showing more 'class' than these folks do!
These chapters lived,
And depicting those who are givers...
Seem to be more common,
In these days of the takers who fake integrity.
In these days of the takers,
Who consume without remorse.
Choose to leave behind disrespect...
And reasons FROM THEM,
Many have chosen to divorce.
And of course,
Those who have been defamed without shame...
Are blamed for not being further used!
With a debasing done by the ones who slander.
In these days of the takers,
Expectations they have are quite high!
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Ensuring They Stay In Place
I've learned not to accept,
But return all disagreeable attitudes.
Those tossing about any mood they choose...
May have found that comfortable to do,
When they were children.
But as an adult we should have rules,
We adhere to and follow.
Ensuring they stay in place.
It saves from being regarded a phony.
Or called a two face.
No one gets that close,
I have to publicly disrespect.
Nor do I do my best to get other people,
To choose me over someone else...
As if there's been an announcement made,
Of a popularity contest.
I do not think it necessary,
To lie behind a friend's back. BUT...what 'friend' does that?
And that's probably why I have few of them...
Since deceit and distrust is not where my mind is at.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interviewed To Spew
Remember those days
People were granted to give
Their unsolicited opinions
As if given a spotlight
To voice their views
From atop a soapbox to spew
And those listening
Would either be empathetic or amused
But did not openly disrespect
As many are accustomed
And have grown to do
Today
People are standing in line
To be interviewed to spew
And many are turned away
Because they are told
They are not qualified to be upset
But to leave their telephone number
With a forwarding address
In the event there should be
A window of opportunity for them to open
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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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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
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With A Wishing Of Their Ickiness To Stick
Someone else's troubles aren't that easy to leave.
Especially the ones who come sharing them with ease.
And that one analytical chosing to keep politically correct,
By avoiding those who quickly leap...
On a peace they keep to be kept,
Seem to be directly chosen to be next...
For an elimination of patience.
And an effective tearing down of a peace wished to protect.
There seems always an excuse made,
To dump disrespect...
On those who have earned their peace to keep.
And a happiness one has been blessed to have met.
Even friends, foes and those people that don't know,
Seem to do this in a heartbeat.
With no regard as they break down the walls,
Of that which one guards...
When knowing not to answer certain telephone calls.
People know just who to pest...
With a pestering done to another's quietness.
There seems always an excuse made,
To dump disrespect...
On those who have earned their peace to keep.
And with a wishing of their ickiness to stick has been done,
Those folks don't seem to stay too long after!
They seem to do their icky sticking doing quick,
To then get up and run!
This they do with a dumping done.
People seem to do their icky sticking doing quick.
Then after their performance made...
Without apology,
They get up and run...
As if to gloat with pride by the act of doing it.
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As False As Your Implied Perceptions
If you cause me to disrespect you.
Then of course,
You will be disrespected.
But to suggest to others I am disrespecting,
For reasons not connected
To someone's show of disrespect,
Is as false as your implied perceptions.
From you I am sure they get!
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Left As The Only Impression Made
A showing of a disrespect one regrets,
Does not erase the act of it from one's knowing.
It is best not to disrespect, period.
Than to have it left as the only impression made,
One undeserving...
Remembers.
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These Are Not Those Days
Those beginning any relationship,
With the ease of making excuses...
Will be making them throughout the duration.
And then they are left to wonder why...
Their character assassination campaigns,
Are becoming less affective.
Today...
People are no longer entertained,
By those who clearly have insecurities...
They believe others should accept,
From a mindset that dishes to them disrespect.
These are not those days,
That have from them slipped away.
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Mallerizers
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
When times were basic and simple,
With little being processed to digest...
To maximize the wasting of time.
People seem to have had enjoyable lives.
And healthy mentalities then.
And then the onslaught of quickness was introduced.
Sleaze and the filth of it and the convenience of fast food.
Producing minds addicted to chemicals.
And remedies to affix new seductions with cures attached,
To match cravings that appeal to diagnosed ailments.
There is nothing more enjoyable to observe,
Than those finding new ways...
To portray themselves as victims.
And there are lucrative industries,
Designed to keep their needs met.
On all levels were 'mallerizers' who have been hypnotized shop!
Nagged and dragging in sight with them are their 'mallitites'.
Note:
Mallerizers? Those who habitually shop in malls.
Those in training? Mallitites. Children of the mallerizers.
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Boycott
All that there is to boycott.
And with a doing of it too.
People for some reason.
Refuse to boycott against ignorance.
Or their acceptance of disrespect,
Not to mention a lack of discipline.
Many feel would intrude,
Upon their rights of entitlement.
But truth as it is spoken.
Offends those who defend,
An anxiousness to censor anything.
That hints to remove them from delusion.
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Tis Part Of Human Nature
I take them as i meet them of people i must say
And if some disrespect me in kind them i repay
Respect me and I'll respect you in that i do believe
'Tis part of human nature to return what you receive.
'Tis part of human nature for to like words of praise
A big boost to the ego and our spirits it does raise
Kinds words they make us happy when nice things one to us say
To feel flattered by the compliment that is our human way.
Some criticisms of us we see as quite unfair
And damage by lies done to one's character is quite hard to repair
Those who tell you that mud sticks are saying what is true
Never lie about another and give everyone their due.
'Tis part of human nature to stick by your own kind
Football fans in art galleries you are not likely to find
You show disrespect to someone that person will not respect you
And what you do to others unto you they will do.
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People Have Done This To Themselves
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.
People have done this to themselves.
Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If a Prevention With Good Health Began
To those who oppose,
A national health care be imposed...
To insure the ones exposed without it now.
Are kept without it now!
With efforts they avow.
And the millions who are not covered,
With a suffering done to them...
Known and discovered.
Cures of truth are not fed to them.
When this should be available.
Free of debated questions,
With no end.
But common sense for them,
Has long been dropped as an option.
Too many support,
Insitutions that thrive on death.
Institutions wishing to keep fear and illnesses kept,
To market diseases.
And increase the greeding of wealth.
If a prevention with good health began...
As an intention,
These mammoth implementing producing plants,
Would have to close.
To blow those snots with upturned noses.
And those in the know do not want to take that chance.
Since Opportunities to feed on the weaknesses of people...
Is the only way to keep them and those golf balls on course!
'Fore! '
The well being publicly mention to supply expert opinion!
Nothing more to suspect.
But a whole lot less can be expected.
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The Return
We find ourselves going home.
But isn't that where the heart is?
So half of us is not in the return
and that's what is amiss.
We now know just how it feels to be loved
in life's greatest way.
It fills you with a longing
to never have it go away.
Four days out of your life you treasure
and think sadly to yourself
that but for these four short days you've had
your life was an unopened book on a shelf.
You know you most probably will not return
to the family you have found.
But still you hide that in your mind
and look forward to your home ground.
So now you know you can mend all the missing parts
that your life's had.
And that in itself is healing
and helps when you are sad.
Return maybe?
maybe not?
but that's not the important thing.
Only the four days you lived is
what will finally bring
HAPPINESS.
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Exposed Behinds In Arrears
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Excuses with abuses have been ignored and accepted.
A process of ignorance has us all infected.
Accountability?
What is that?
Is that a new fad coming back?
And who is proposing it?
Those detoxed and now off crack?
Irresponsibility is a thing now that is the rage.
Of course folks are demented.
Who amongst us now is not absolutely crazed?
Bill collectors everywhere,
Are being pestered by the banks.
And they are dropping from the skies like flies...
Being caught in lies,
Tanking with worthless alibis.
'Naked is the beast...
That has nothing left to feed or eat! '
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Exposed behinds in arrears they show!
Using bounced checks to pay their bills.
Spending welfare money...
And shopping to supply their ills!
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Believe it!
These are conditions...
From compositions,
Played and heard!
But much too late to rearrange!
What had been due...
Is now too insufficient to correct.
Believe it!
We are up to our necks,
In a morality debt.
That has satisfied those who are virtueless!
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Gone are the days
My days of happiness are gone
Im feeled with days of sadness
Ive got days of gloom.
I lived my life happy once upon a time.
Now I live life sad.
My feelings awol and my emotios numb
Now gone are the good days
Replaced by the bad ones.
I ve lost my love for life.
I hate the fight.
The happy days wont return yet
They wont come back any time soon.
Those days are long gone
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Unchanged
Unchanged,
With a wish to remain the same...
People dare to make claims,
Of better days for them that come.
And when those days do come,
Unlike the other ones...
They do not see them as being better.
Since unchanged,
Are their same complaints...
Seeking acceptance in those better days,
They can not recognize as changed.
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Change In The Weather
Sunshine and Roses they make us smile-
As do the soft Springs blossoming trees-
Bringing us total delight-ever so bright...
Happiness can be found in Springs most glorious breeze;
Effervescent are the brooks waters in the glen-
As the BumbleBees pollinate the blooms...
Alas, Springs clouds oft' bring thunder so loud...
And grayer days that just loom with gloom;
But ne'er do these days last for long-
As the Sunshine and Roses return...
Refreshed with soft air-and days so fair...
Leaving no room for a days weather concern;
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