Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images Presented
The image that's presented,
Determines how impressive...
Those pretentious rush to protect.
And the image that's presented,
Has less to do with intellect.
Or competence and its effect,
Upon those expecting...
Much more than an image projected to accept.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented,
Do not feed!
Those images presented,
No one needs now!
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are Images Created For?
The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But what has been absent...
Is a quitting to dispense,
The distribution of pretentions...
Of those defining who is qualified,
With credentials certified...
That impresses with appearances,
Images relied upon...
That those knowledgeable oppose.
And refuse to masquerade to disguise.
The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But those who stare...
Seek something there that impresses.
And if it is not an image dressed,
To impress expectations...
The answers that are there,
Will continually to be ignored.
What are images created for?
If there are not there to enhance pretentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those' Images Made
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made.
People love to treasure those images made.
The ones flowered to sugar without a bitter taste.
Those images glammed up to spotlight,
On a public stage.
But behind the scenes indignities can be mean.
Yet...
People love to treasure those images made.
And their minds are affixed to them to defend...
Every blemish that is openly seen.
Since people who love their images made...
Have not been conditioned on reality to feast.
People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made,
With an excusing of detrimental flaws and pain shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images of Time
The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.
Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.
Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Culprits Of Upheaval
People want their images to be left alone.
Even if those images created,
Have nothing to do with reality.
And only with reality do people have their conflicts.
To despise the truth as it is presented,
With a seeking to deem those who represent it...
As troublemakers.
While those who deceive them,
Are perceived as being misunderstood.
And 'if' given more chances...
They would bring more clarity to their nonsense.
As those who are the true trouble makers,
Will be revealed as the culprits of upheaval.
But what is needed to prove this,
Is more money to finance evil campaigns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dark Cloud
You exist only in your light that you created. And here the sound of your sadness cry aloud in your dark space, the shadows of witch you bare witness are people like images of the pain that exist on thee inside of you, and there you smile at thee image and call it a her, and when you get a clear view it's really images of your hurt.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Padlocked In A Box To Stop Further Production
No,
I would not say I could ever be an image maker.
That kind of responsibility should require tact.
At least 'some' of it with no holding back.
However,
I can say I am an observer of those images made.
With a wish I had been consulted,
Prior to their creations.
Since many rear-ends seen today seem on purpose to offend.
And it is impossible for me to be the only one insulted by them.
With the brimming to the rim to spill such disgusting 'butts'.
And a freedom given to have some of them I've seen,
Exposed like they are to parade publicly on the streets.
My vision increasingly has become demeaned.
No,
I would not say I could ever be an image maker.
However,
I can say I am an observer of those images made.
With a wish I had been consulted,
Prior to their creations.
Padlocked in a box to stop further production.
With a key to bury never to be found.
That's how I would have handled...
Many of today's images that have gotten out of hand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given To Be Myth-ed
Messengers with messages sent,
Has been done.
Yet...
Many await the evidence brought to them,
By images they have created...
To make the seriousness of the messages,
Worthy of them to pay attention.
And unfortunately...
Physical images given to be myth-ed,
To have people convinced to believe...
Have never existed in reality.
Especially when truth,
Has been easily distorted and fed to deceive.
And 'THAT' which 'IS' is aware of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is the Relevance?
Where is the relevance?
One once connected and applied,
To a life making more not less sense.
For those who believed...
There was something treasured,
We all had in common.
Where is the relevance?
To the multitude of debates...
Delivered by those 'practicing' their intelligence,
On the shoulders of folks...
With similar tastes,
Now heating collectively...
In an impatience observed,
And without question seen.
And told they must wait in anticipation...
For those in positions of leadership,
To decide the urgency of our fates!
Where is the relevance?
Eyes opened created the decadence.
Few slept through the entertainment done.
No one complained about the feeding of greed.
Or lifestyles that were shared by a choice few.
Not everyone!
So where is that relevance?
The one declared we all share,
But never there.
The relevance of standards and quality,
We all strived to reach!
That relevance lived by a few in exclusivity...
But from the rest of us impeached.
Where is the relevance?
Sought and now called upon all of us to seek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images
Images.
Images invented.
Images invented to cement.
Images invented to cement and limit,
To give images purpose and intent.
A reason to solidify limitations that prevent,
A bombardment of unrestricted imaginations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indelible Images
Idelible Images
That first day of school
That first friend
Indelible Images
That first play
That first fight
Idelible Images
That first graduation
That first car
Idelible Images
That first drunk
That first sober
Idelible Images
That first love
That first forget
Idelible Images
That first death
That first realization
Indelible Images
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And Furthermore...
If those chosen who have obtained,
Untouchable status...
And there are many who are self ordained,
Began to scrutinize and fire from positions...
The ones hand picked and selected,
To represent their standards valued.
There would be few people left if any at all,
Impressive enough to still maintain,
A wholesome pretentiousness that is a must.
To keep intact their annointed declarations.
Without...
A casting about a tainting of false images.
Images expected to reflect the 'ideal'.
But not the reality that a self righteous...
Holier-than-thou presentation sustains,
That many have grown to imitate with the best of hypocrisy.
AND..
Are the causes for the uprising of threats,
Used to confuse the minds of those already proving...
To rebel against this process invented and documented,
Around the world.
Those few who are dissenting from such correctness,
Just do not get it!
And should be removed from their seats of assumed power,
To be publicly denounced as mentally and physically...
Unable to perform their tasks with the utmost intended integrity.
And furthermore...
To show that they are not capable to do this,
Is an abomination to all who are appalled by such behavior.
As evident by those who can no longer contain their disgust.
'I have to think about the use of 'And furthermore...'
It sounds too,
Proclamationish.
However...
I do like the formality it generates..
But I do think you should read this 'after' and not 'before',
Dinner is served.
How do the others feel about it? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proggramed poems!
Man for his own
Creates words
To depict image
Of his emotions
Poems are one of the images
Image plays with the words.
Now programme plays with the words
Words are programmed in poems
Images after images without human touch and emotions!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Extra! Extra! Have You Heard Who Did Who...
Extramarital this.
Extracurricular that.
Extra! Extra!
Have you heard who did who...
As gossiped at the laundromat?
Let us all get real petty.
Since those self righteous,
Have microscoped some facts!
It seems a pristined society,
Has had its image smudged.
Unfaithful athletes are having sex.
And their spouses are being snubbed.
So appalling are their actions.
These idols of our kids.
How can any of us walk with dignity...
Knowing what these folks,
Behind our backs did!
And this is offensive to our way of life.
With a highlighting of our standards,
To reflect what is done undercover.
With a getting of their 'rocks' off...
As if they have the right!
Extramarital this.
Extracurricular that.
Extra! Extra!
Have you heard who did who...
As gossiped at the laundromat?
Let us all get real petty.
Since those self righteous,
Have microscoped some facts!
Adulterous folks are having sex.
And wiping their bare feet,
On foreign welcome mats!
And everyone secretly wishes to know,
If what was done...
Was irresistably good!
Like that which is given in discreet,
And sneaked in deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success And Image And The Face Of It
Those who say,
Looks aren't everything!
Aren't the ones who are judged,
Based solely upon them.
And besides...
This can be deducted,
From what many prize.
Thick lips, nappy hair and brown eyes...
Are not considered standards,
By those who analyze.
Not for a beauty,
Considered to be immortalized.
No matter who is competent...
In a package that is presented!
If it doesn't suit the taste,
For those who select an image to digest.
As an appearance,
That suggests success...
And not a waste to regret.
It will be the 'image' one picks,
Over a competence that 'may' exist.
'But hasn't it been image and not substance,
That has increased in an invited decadence? '
Well...
Yes.
'But who in reality today believes? '
Remember this...
Image speaks volumes.
And easier to hype.
On the other hand...
Reality is something placed,
On an equality wish list...
Not too soon to happen,
For the sake of changing...
Success and image and the face of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Riches Are Hand-Me-Down
If looks and appearance,
Were an indicator that ensured one's wisdom...
There would be very few,
Suited and tied with careful images...
Dressed to impress.
There is a difference between,
Researching with studying to produce an effect.
Than having an ability to quickly purchase,
An etiquette to reproduce an elegance...
That is far removed from an intelligence...
Assumed to be obtained but nonexistent.
And when riches are hand-me-down,
Homelessness and poverty...
Gives a boost to those who believe,
Everything they have has been earned...
Like others reflecting their quality of life,
With a doing of it to be amongst the thieves.
And concentrating on this...
Can be interpreted as having intelligence.
But common sense is rarely an ingredient in the mix.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Although images of perfection in people's personal lives can cause unhappiness, images of perfect societies - utopian images - can cause monstrous evil. In fact, forcefully changing society to conform to societal images was the greatest cause of evil in the twentieth century.
quote by Dennis Prager
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What Else Do You Offer?
And?
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your intstrument.
But that will not happen.
Today you speak of encouraging,
And establishing relationships.
But everything you've done,
Has been the opposite of it!
I came to you wishing to do the same thing.
But you assessed me then as having...
Nothing to the table to bring.
To heighten your visuals.
But not only can I build tables.
I also can cook and clean.
I know how to use a mop and sweep.
Taking out the trash and washing dishes...
Are extremely important to me.
I can wear a suit and tie.
And give an image that is impressive.
But I prefer to keep it basic.
Since I don't masquerade or charade,
For the attention that it brings.
That kind of life I do not satiate.
And you?
Are much too pretentious.
And?
Well...
Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your instrument.
Now that you know this...
This 'intelligence' that drops your lips.
You are funny!
What else do you offer?
Since what you propose,
Would never satisfy...
An integrity I pride!
Hurry up,
Make it quick.
I have a walk to take.
And Mother Nature to visit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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