Quantity Versus Quality
Quantity versus quality is easily achieved,
For those seeking to rush a production of insignificance.
To make claims of something gained.
But clearly a waste of initiative...
Leeched to seek attention sought.
At the expense of another's originality.
But then...
Maggots wouldn't exist,
If they were not fed a reason.
And I am told the best 'maggots' are kept,
Sweat shopped.
Where expressions of flattery and duplicity,
Of ideals to lift and label quickly as one's own...
Are better appreciated in that kind of climate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Writes The Most Poems Wins?
Quantity is quite easily achieved
Quality more scarce
Preferable as well
poem by Mary Havran
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Maggots in my Meatloaf
The maggots in my meatloaf,
Often cause me too much strife.
They take advantage of me,
And they need to get a life!
The fattest one he asked me...
'May I have a piece of ham?
Will you make some fish and chips?
Or a little leg of lamb? '
The skinny one she asked me...
'Could you spare a yummy yam?
Do you have extra ketchup?
Are you out of red plum jam? '
The maggots in my meatloaf,
They sure have a lot of nerve!
I don't mind if they eat here...
But my kitchen is SELF-SERVE! ! !
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Give Them No Credit
Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?
'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'
Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.
'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'
Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.
'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '
You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pulse Of The Maggots
This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiment
And the bastard you know is the hero you hate
But cohesion, it's possible if we try
There's no reason, there's no lesson, no time like the present
Tell me right now, what have you got to lose?
What have you got to lose, except your soul?
Who's with us?
I fight for the unconventional
I'm right, and it's unconditional
I can only be as real as I can
The disadvantages, i never knew the plan
This isn't just a way to be a martyr
I can't walk alone any longer
I fight for the ones who can't fight
And if I lose, at least I tried!
(We) We are the new diabolic
(We) We are the bitter bucolic
If I have to give my life, you can have it
(We) We are the pulse of the maggots!
I won't be the inconsequential
I won't be the wasted potential
I can make it as severe as I can
Until you realize youll never take a stand
It isn't just a one sided virgin
We dealt with a manic subversion
I won't let the truth be perverted
And I will leave another victim deserted
(We) We are the new diabolic
(We) We are the bitter bucolic
If I have to give my life, you can have it
(We) We are the pulse of the maggots!
Do you understand? Yes!
Say it again, say it again! (We won't die)
We fight so no one can fight us
We live and no one can stop us
We pull when we push too far
And the advantages, the bottom line is
We never had to fight in the first place
We yell it, and just spit back in their face
We won't walk alone any longer
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger
(We) We are the new diabolic
(We) We are the bitter bucolic
If I have to give my life, you can have it
(We) We are the pulse of the maggots!
Do you understand? Yes!
Say it again, say it again! (We won't die)
song performed by by Slipknot
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Everyone Here Is Working Hard For You
Do you realize how many poems I've seen,
That you have written?
'No!
How many have you actually 'read'? '
Comeon...
You are not aware of this at all?
I read a few but not all.
'I am aware that I am a writer.
Not an accountant.
Nor someone who sets limits,
To achieve a final goal.
Or someone seeking to impress.
Each day presents its own personality.
I'm learnig to appreciate quality and not quantity.
There is something about life I more understand each day.
My personal awareness of 'that' is what I keep addressed.'
Oh...
So what is that?
If you don't mind me asking?
'I know I am not alone...
Even though I perceive I am on my own!
I hear voices clearly say to me,
Everyone here is working hard for you.
That you must believe.'
I see.
And that makes you produce quality you don't notice?
An involvement you keep distanced?
'I did not say I didn't notice the quality.
Painfully that's done.
I don't put my sights on 'quantity'.
I don't want to overwhelm.
As much as I choose to stun!
And that takes paying attention to everyone! '
Like the voices heard in your head?
'You see...
You're trying to take this somewhere else.
And what you are 'attempting' to imply...
I'm not wasting any more of my time to listen to!
Read more than you do.
And if there is any comprehension to communicate,
You need not announce that to me! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After Rain
Have you ever seen a rainbow
really up closer to your face
yet a bit out of reach and blurred
that you cannot easily touch it
The more you jump up towards
the more it rises up high
nevertheless you keep on trying
for it's the reason you exist
Have you ever felt the rush
the rush of stuttering feelings
struggling to surface from within
though you're working to keep them in
the eyes might say thousand stories
but the fingertips doesn't move
they are suppressing the feelings
not wanting to let them out
Everything has its own reason
every reason has its own say
they say "love and cough cannot be hidden"
unfortunately we make our own ways
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Chill Pill
Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
How long has it been...
When listening silenced you,
To hear a thing I say...
With a point of view,
Including empathy too?
Do you see these beads of sweat,
Dripping down my neck.
Do you connect any of this to you?
Does my snarl dropp a hint or clue?
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I can tell you want to start me throwing,
A cuss word or two around.
When you are uptight,
There I am with a massage.
I know you have some tensions,
You need not mention them...
With a façade kept within.
Some days I may need that from you.
Do you ever think of me,
Other than a tool to use?
When I believe you do...
A chill pill taken,
Seems to be out of touch.
You want to incite an argument!
Loving it when it happens.
Your eyes dance with that intent.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I can tell you want to start me throwing,
A cuss word or two around.
Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I rush to grab hold of a chill to soothe...
Yet an evilness begins to explode out of me.
And that is all you want!
Something done you have achieved.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW...
DAMNIT!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Such An Actor
You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?
'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '
If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.
'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '
You should.
'And why is that? '
It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.
'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'
You are such an actor.
'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'
And what does that mean?
'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.
Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.
'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '
Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.
'And hollow of any sign of content.'
Yep. You are out of touch.
'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embellished By Desire
Does a greatness exist,
To remind itself that's what it is?
Or is it what it is because it is convinced...
A greatness has been achieved?
From its perspective.
Although the quality of it,
Has long been diminished...
By those seeking clarity and definition!
And not deluded interpretations,
Fantasized and embellished by desire.
An isolated slice of a whole...
May wish to call itself anything it chooses.
But it can not exist as it is by itself exclusively.
One day it does awaken...
To realize the foolishness of this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Working With Meat
We are desensitized
Television did not break me
Been broke since I was born
I am breaking up with you
We are desensitized
Shove comfort up my nose
I feel dysfunctional
but numb enough for two
We are desensitized
I've lost my only friend
Left here alone again
They left me here alone
We are the meat you work with
This is your sense of failure
If you work me way too long
The failure stains your hands
We are the meat you've eaten
Cut us with your sharpest knife
you've been away so long
The maggots eat away
We are desensitized
Television does not hate me
Had hate for way too long
I hate you very much
We are desensitized
Shove comfort up my nose
I feel dysfunctional
But numb enough for two
We are the meat you work with
This is your sense of failure
If you worked me way too long
The failure stains your hands
We are the meat you've eaten
Cut us with your sharpest knife
You've been away so long
The maggots eat away
We all are new wave faggots
Digesting old drug habits
We've been away so long
The maggots eat
The maggots eat away
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Relationships That Have Lead To A Peace
No one walks away,
From any relationship...
Without something eventually gained.
Some will benefit,
From a broadened point of view...
That did not previously exist.
And others will not admit,
Using a relationship...
To get something selfish out of it!
Either way,
Many can say...
Where they are today,
Has not been completely achieved...
Without betrayal.
And those who have discovered,
A happiness is more appreciated...
Alone in the comfort of one's home,
Has known a few relationships...
That have lead to a peace condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like A Truth Versus Nonsense
A content achieved,
Can not compete...
With envy and jealousy.
That conquest has been in motion,
For quite some time now.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
And when minds are focused,
Upon mediocrity to sell...
It will be marketed and done well,
To minimize the effectiveness...
Of content and its influence.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
Eliminating an obvious contrast not admitted.
With consequences to ultimately face to pay.
And sacrificing what is best to appease.
To forget the original concept,
Is an acceptance considered as a normal process.
It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Quality
Short lived,
Are bogus moments stolen.
And a spotlight gained,
Under false pretense...
To obtain attention.
What remains throughout scrutiny,
Is that which comes stripped and bare...
To reveal its true face unmasqueraded.
And although the act of it is rare,
It is forever remembered...
For having a uniqueness that is bold.
And a true quality that may be copied...
But an originality effective can never be replaced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into Spinning Cut Paste Conversations
Just one soul,
Sincere!
And not into spinning,
Cut paste conversations...
Clipped from over usaged,
With what is expected...
Another wants to hear.
Those with approaches,
Whether coached or surfaced tapped...
Seem to lack originality.
With a rehearsed premeditation attached.
A socialized conditioning,
Overdone and redundant trapped...
Begins with meaningless trite expressions.
With an emptiness that packs...
Every reason to deliver,
A yawn or two that attracts a catnap.
Just one soul,
Sincere!
And not into spinning,
Cut paste conversations.
Clipped from over usaged,
With what is expected...
Another wants to hear,
That would give a person purpose,
And a reason to chat...
With a comprehension to match.
'If I wasn't horny,
I wouldn't be here seeking a mate.'
~If I didn't have preferences,
You would be ideal.~
'Well,
At least we've got 'that' out of the way.
Have a good evening.'
~You too!
And by the way...
Here is my number.
I will be expecting your call.
For some reason,
My preference list just got a bit shorter.
Who knew I'd meet someone like you? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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my friends at PH
we must be hope
and excellence
we are both
compassion
and valor
easily we can get badness
in quantity
the road is wide and smooth
and popular
lying close by
in our houses
in front of excellence
the gods have put
sweat, and a long
and narrow road
steep and
obstructed
we shall be the yardsticks
of quality
we now get used
to this environment where
excellence and
refinement are at
most expected.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not Seeking To Be Begged
Everything they have ever wanted,
Was not only right under their noses...
But sent them daily reminders,
Of its presence and the benefits...
They would receive.
This they dismissed.
And doing it at their own expense.
Instead of valuing what was given,
Those chose to demean and disrespect...
All that appeared in their treasure chest.
And when that treasure chest left...
That's when they decided,
They would then inspect its worth.
As if everything they have ever wanted,
Although unrecognized...
Would not become appreciated by others,
Not seeking to be begged,
To be handed gold!
Knowing immediately what it was.
Those refusing what was there,
Had grown to seek depictions...
Of what they had been told,
What it was to look for to qualify success.
To accept the appearance of it dressed to impress,
To only then address it with superficial respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Most Secretive Of Places
Wouldn't it be nice to live a life we like,
Free without fear of being smeared...
By slander.
And wouldn't it be great if everyone claimed,
To be a friend that can be trusted...
With a faithfulness so loyal and unquestioned,
Until the end.
Wouldn't it be just wonderful to know,
What we do for others...
Is appreciated with a giving back of respect.
Yet...
A life lived without regrets,
Just does not seem to be lived...
If opposition did not exist to make an appearance,
From the most secretive of places that are surprisingly kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Xtc Vs. Adam Ant
Xtc versus adam ant
Content versus form
Fighting for their place in rock and roll
There is no right or wrong
Just when you think it's finished
With xtc on top
Ant music, like a phoenix
Flies back up the charts
Xtc versus adam ant
Only one will survive
Beatle-based pop versus new romantic
History will decide
Xtc versus adam ant
I can't tell you why
Even the singer from bow wow wow
Can't make up her mind
Xtc versus adam ant
Time is marching on
Xtc versus adam ant
There is no right or wrong
There is no right or wrong
There is
No right
Or wrong
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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