Protective Insignificance Kept
An unevolving complacency sits.
Unresisted.
Without a sign of urgency,
Coming to involve in the igniting of it.
With motivation to move from point A to B.
Eventually inviting a destructiveness to upset.
As those requesting constructive debates,
Become angered because their needs go unaddressed.
Claiming their wholesome values have been ignored.
And a funding to proceed with their priorities has been depleted.
Yet...
A stagnation that comforts,
Identifies and surrounds a protective insignificance kept!
Without a sound made from those,
Who feed upon ideals left aging to rust.
With a daring to be challenged!
But inspired by thoughts of renovation that maintains,
A quality unchanged.
Unaccepting...
That all mindsets are being replaced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Are Champions
I make mistakes and need to be challenged.
But few are champions I seek to feed my thoughts,
Wishing to become ambitioned by their left impressions.
Few are champions.
And those steps made I take,
Are often criticized for the appetite displayed.
Leaving me to miss,
An atmosphere motivated...
By this kind of companionship.
Few are champions,
In an atmosphere motivation mostly sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much More Than Just a Visit
Leave the scene,
With beliefs unchanged.
Unaccepting what is seen....
Prematurely!
By those declaring themselves,
With a normality they claim is sane.
And a reality fixed that upsets,
Does not weaken...
By the rejection of it.
Or mundane debates...
Determining if its existence,
Should or should not take place.
Everyone eventually pays,
For the presence of it that goes ignored.
Or the people shunned who persist to live uplifted,
By a higher consciousness...
Making a meaning,
Much more than just a visit.
An arrival comes with a permanence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are They Who Point to The Liberals?
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those who send others,
To end their conflicts?
Those who sit with their opinions...
And sip on dry martinis.
And discuss their vacation visits.
Those of 'right winged' policies...
Whose sons and daughters,
Hide behind college walls...
With no military,
Or civic duties to complete!
Those who feed their greed,
And learn skills of deception.
To earn positions on Wall Street!
With their cheating test scores,
That have granted them B.A., M.A....
And Doctorate degrees.
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those that have turned their quality of life...
Into a cesspool of decadence,
Created to instill fear and strife.
To all now witnessing their economic blight!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those who wish to do things right.
Those who are concern about all human life.
Those who now must clean up the mess.
Left by separatists conservatives!
Thick with mindsets of incompetence.
And walking on destructive paths!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
'Those who feel they should be invited...
To kneel before the Queen of England,
And be knighted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Participation Requires
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
Each Sunrise and Sunset,
Comes created...
To be the best as it gets.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
But nothing experienced,
Here on Earth...
Is created to deliver to anyone regret.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
With wishes to replace the unknown yet to face.
Choosing to separate from nature,
And isolate an agenda to initiate one's fate.
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
And participation requires,
An observance to digest this...
As we live and obey without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed Positions
I wish you the best.
Those who are stuck in routines!
And those with priorities,
Living on deadlines...
And schedules set.
I hope your apple cart,
Will never get upset...
By any of the changes,
On the road ahead projected.
Some already there.
And more detected.
May your life lived today,
Find you living...
With as much peace as you can get.
And I pray you have some of it,
Stashed away in storage.
Or packed safely in a treasure chest.
Since I suspect...
You'll be dusting it off to use very soon.
Some people make adjustments,
And are able to go with the flow.
Others choose to avoid the flow...
To remain comfortably unchanged,
In a stagnation.
Awakened to be forcibly shakened.
Separated in horror...
From their fixed positions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Hour I Have Is Precious
You said you would be here.
And gave a time when you would arrive.
That time passed.
I did not get upset.
I elected to believe you had other priorities.
Since you did not call me to confirm that!
A week had gone by...
And you left a message on my answering service.
I did not call right away,
Since at the time I had priorities.
I called you when I could.
And when I expressed that...
You believed I was upset!
I was not upset at all.
At least I did call!
I spoke the truth.
I had something else to do!
And you weren't on the agenda!
There is nothing in my life,
I have put on hold...
For anyone to make a decision,
How best to use my time!
Certainly not to play tag!
Every hour I have is precious.
Obviously...
I am the only one that feels that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lyric Of Fiona
As daylight appears above the earth's horizon
My thoughts begin with this perpetual race
In which my inner voice always steps in to the rescue
On the pretense of reassurance,
Whisper the very same tone and lyric
'Here's cheers to your pain'
'Here's cheers to your sorrow'
'As it happens long and gone'
'The damage has already done'
'time to let go, something meant not grow'
These words usually carry me through for sometime.
They are constructive and wholesome
They are used as a basis for relating values to my issues
They are used as principle to reach me out
They are supposedly therapeutic words, useful while they last
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'Here's cheers to your strength'
'Here's cheers for breaking the silence'
'Here's cheers for coming out of the isolation'
'Here's cheers for taking the step toward your healing journey'
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What Is Proven By This Motivation To Conquer
Further they slide into angst and division,
Believing themselves victorious...
Since a determination to split into pieces,
Is evident.
But what is proven by this motivation to conquer,
And divide themselves with such efficiency.
Igniting the activity of turning off the lights,
To feed on an increasing ignorance in darkness...
Makes little since.
Further they slide into angst and division,
Believing themselves victorious.
And those looking in from the outside,
Wonder how will those inside and isolated survive...
When those outside have supplied,
All of their needs to hide a protective pride.
And supported their attitudes of superiority...
That has obviously affected clarity and truth.
But what can one do,
When people have fed themselves into a craze...
Praised and followed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Legislated
Why are people so upset about their way of life collapsing?
Even someone feeding at a feast,
Should become tired of their gluttony.
And those who ate...
Made sure it was exclusively done!
By shutting out those who were 'disadvantaged'.
Those across the nation who became homeless.
And suffering from hunger...
Were the ignored ones!
And now that standards and values,
Of thieves are collapsing...
Perhaps diseases like cancer will also come to an end.
With racism and division,
A lesson learned that finally sinks in!
Those who choose to live abusing others...
Will eventually know pain and suffering,
For them to begin!
As nothing done is without a return that comes!
And that applies to deceit and lies,
Of those who feed while caring less...
Who's blood they bleed,
Including their own!
With such infectiousness.
When sickness like theirs is legislated,
And shown to be an enactment...
To bait and satiate.
A process condoned becomes clearly known.
And a fate that awaits awakens them too late!
Stand back to get the full effectiveness,
Of this madness that unravels...
As it attacks!
Without a sign of empathy revealed or given back!
Since no one is left unaffected,
Feeling that to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meant to Be Included
Values and standards!
Are they goals to maintain.
A way of life,
Kept sustained to remain.
Or are they ideals out of reach.
Wth a hope that one day,
A practice accepted...
Will not be preached.
Values and standards!
When created,
What was the intention.
To reflect mindsets,
In public display of pretentions.
Or were diversed cultures,
Meant to be included in this 'plan'.
Since no worthy growth has been detected.
And fellowship and goodwill seems to have been arrested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boomerang
Anger a Boomerang destructive..
To self own itself an enemy afflicted
Never can anger bond with the opponent
Instead can acquire grudgeful resentment
What else than being angry, angered then..
A thought of 'why' could be
Erratic, errorful itself On self own
Than on others erratic, errorful
O'dear friend
Attest, can any one errorless..no
Pray thereso by self's conscience
For no anger, no sin
O'dear friend
Attest, can anyone erroless...yes
So if there, pervades then love wholesome
A Boomerang constructive sans anger
O'dear friend, you decide on a Boomerang
Constructive or destructive..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Coming out is a means of redefining oneself, of claiming membership in a lifestyle and a social order with distinct values. Chief among these values is honesty.
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Duels Between Thieves
Duels between thieves,
Eventually have to happen.
A source to go where thefts are made,
To ensure quality craved maintains its taste...
Does not sustain itself,
When thieves are not focused on originality.
Thieves have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Someone Is Challenged
It is a place of routines.
A job daily done.
A town...
Where everything done,
Is known by everyone.
And seasons go and they come.
Changing very little.
Accept for the birth of someone's daughter,
Or son!
Or a crime committed that stuns.
The only ones not aware of them...
Are those who are caught up,
In these same scenes.
Both routine and crime...
Over time,
Have come to be accepted
As commonplace as mustard is on a hotdog.
Or someone drinking a diet beverage,
Expecting to burn off fat sitting on wide hips!
In front of a TV with wishes to be slim and lean!
Many of them are frequently seen.
Like the expectation of holidays.
They come when they do...
But few know what they mean.
Anything that comes along,
With a differentness...
It upsets and it is quickly dismissed.
Or sits ignored.
Until someone is challenged to explore it.
Even though this freshness is best...
Folks in one mindset,
Are like eggs in one nest!
If someone sees a few that are cracked...
Eventually those left with shells unblemished,
Will end up at least equally...
Cracked matched.
To be stacked.
Given some applied insignificance.
Or damaged beyond recognition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shades Of Endeavors Made
At Sunrise and the dew witnessed,
Seems to slowly cease with a patient drifting...
From making that early morning appearance,
Mindsets of those young and clinging dwell...
In a hop scotching done from daydream to daydream,
Forever locked to do this as if tomorrow sits awaiting for them.
Shades of endeavors made show themselves,
More after high noon has been lived and noticed.
An urgency develops when shadows begin to extend.
And a process that began when one beams under Sun,
Without the thinking of days coming to an end...
Become more serious as the Sunset approaches.
With a realization that this life lived to experience,
Ignores those believing an 'immortality' will give them more time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Comes Knowing
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you think he is oblivious to the obvious?
And living in a preferred time zone.
Comforted by hidden insecurities...
And deluded by the absence of practiced truths?
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you believe,
One who has been made to feel an 'outsider'...
Does not perceive,
Who receives him as he is!
Amongst those who are quick...
To ridicule him with their negative judgements.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
And...
He is guided by the 'Divine'!
In time,
You will discover that.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
And knowing he does...
What will and must take place,
To clean up disgraceful traces left,
By those who have lived their entire lives unchallenged...
Thoughtless.
And,
Born to feed their greed!
Prepare...
For the 'We Can and 'We Will'
Winds of change to blow,
Dramatically across the land!
And free of addicting pollutants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dense, Shallow and Dim
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
They are taught to shake hands,
With poise as they stand.
And give sincere eye contact...
With the best of spoken English,
That identifies an ability
They have been groomed to regurgitate...
With assumed and unresearched facts.
They are challenged to do their best...
For purposes to produce for them big fat checks!
They are encouraged to socialize...
For an increase of status,
And a marketable name recognition that's prized!
But no one wants to criticize...
Their lack of common sense!
They seem not able to find it in books.
And for them a quality of life,
Grows more dense, shallow and dim!
For them who concentrate more on looks.
These are the future leaders now groomed...
By those with set values too long observed.
Those who prefer to sit and predict doom!
And not daring to teach or stretch these minds,
Beyond the 'hand-me-down' standards
Taught and confined,
In antiquated classrooms!
Leaving them with little...
Or nothing to use to successfully compete.
As they constantly compared themselves,
To people living in hunger...
Sympathized on TV,
Or ignored as they snob them on urban streets!
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
But they are not the ones to lead,
With a wholesomeness needed to succeed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud To Exist To Witness Possibilities
I am glad I represent a generation aging.
With an acceptance to reminisce and reflect,
Upon the times I have been blessed to remember.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer.
Although I will admit,
A loneliness when so many are dismissing...
There are phases of life that should be natural.
And understood with observations undenied.
And moving forward instead of backwards.
Or remaining down to earth unchanged.
As many aging with their delusions intact,
Would like to claim with a sameness of sanity.
But isn't that what stagnation is?
A stubbornness that is fixed in place.
With ways that begin to collect ignored dust.
And being stagnant and stale, unchanged...
Is something I don't consider fresh or impressive.
Or sparkles as if proud to exist to witness possibilities.
Not if one is to grow and experience what life is.
Or come to realize this adventure isn't here to last forever.
I am glad I represent a generation aging,
With an acceptance.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer,
As a life I have learned to live...
To appreciate, explore and not take for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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