Reflection of His 'Work' and Achievement
I am the reward received from God's deeds done.
I am the reflection of His 'work' and achievement.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses,
As if this activity would nourish and feed my appetite!
I am the reward.
I am the reflection.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses.
And I want to prove I am more than just worthy.
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Doing What It Takes To Feel One's Best
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do...
To get the attention.
Misconceptions about that are taught to those,
To leave them feeling insecure to be left exposed.
And psychologically dependent on others.
Those who are seeking the attention,
Are the ones making the excuses...
For everything done they do,
To avoid doing that which they should.
Fearing then no one would notice them at all.
And for them to be noticed is what is sought.
Leave them alone to figure themselves out,
And they wouldn't know what to do 'with' clues.
Especially if no one is there to listen,
To their opinions given or their version of life...
Yet for them to live.
But they'll try to convince others they know about.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do to get the attention.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is something one does to comprehend.
And many not comprehending,
Can also be viewed amongst those refusing to listen.
Only a life lived to be one's best,
Is often a life lived making fewer excuses.
With less complaints heard,
To create and produce to seduce someone else...
For whatever the reason found around,
To digest.
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In The Midst Of The Doing
What I have managed to accomplish,
With a focus on attempts to pursue...
Has not been without sacrifice or effort,
And a fixed determination to prove...
My life live and the experience of living,
Means more than approval to me someone gives.
I am here to live life.
And adventure possibilities to either create,
Or accept as is.
And those who sit seeking acceptance,
Are usually the ones wasting time to complain.
While conducting campaigns to gain sympathy.
With a hope empathy is there to share in abundance.
People like this are often limited.
And grieving with excuses to make them sound legitimate.
I am not immuned from making mistakes.
And as long as I live there will be more I will make.
But...
It will be in the midst of the doing done.
And not in the faking...
To allow to be dismissed,
The seriousness of my wishes.
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Standing On Their Own Two Feet
Estimating a number from observations seen,
It would be too difficult to produce the exact figure.
Of the ones complaining,
About environments they wish to be in.
To do those things,
They claim they mean to do.
If in another scene.
Look they do for a climate,
With a certain energy that allows them.
To be themselves.
Look they do for other people,
Who are doing those things they claim.
For them they can not do,
Because being who they are.
They feel that to be restricted too.
Yet,
Excuses they make.
And this is all they wish.
A seeking for an environment...
With people doing what they do,
So a continuation of excuses can be made...
Hoping to critique,
With more reasons why...
Standing on their own two feet,
Is not as easy as those who are 'lucky'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions
Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.
Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.
But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.
Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.
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First To Thirst With An Impression Rehearsed
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
And those making attempts to reach higher to achieve,
Would never be opposed by disbelievers who deceive.
IF insecurities and greed were not priorities to feed...
First!
To thirst.
With an impression rehearsed upon those observing.
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
Or advocating divisions with an emphasis on race,
To minimize greatness and those benefits replaced!
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Sweat Equity
Too hard some struggle,
To secure recognition.
Believing the ease of it,
Comes with just a wish.
There is no formula that exists.
Or comes with guarantee.
Even with persistence applied...
By the one who patiently abides,
And heeds such deeds.
But no one can admit,
Sitting and wishing for a thing to exist...
Develops without making attempts.
Or delivers with an absence of love,
For hard work!
Regardless...
Of an acknowledgement.
Since it is with devotion,
Anything desired...
Must be set into motion.
Even when one is beyond getting tired...
That fire ignites and excites inspite,
Of limited rest.
Wanting nothing else but to produce one's best.
And any notion that this can be dismissed,
Maybe shown by those...
Wanting an easier way to reach,
A goal to expose limited as seen fit.
Without sweat equity.
Or labor to invest which is not valued.
Although a welcoming of excuses to achieve,
Success as one believes.
Is a constant one keeps focused.
And recorded on a lazy track,
To play back.
As if to merit their time wasted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
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Motivated to Accomplish
Don't tolerate anyone...
That uses your integrity,
To mask their own insecurities.
Some folks like these are slow to produce.
And quick to whine.
Preferring to spend their time dining,
In an exchange of hot gossip.
Those who are motivated to accomplish...
Their dreams and wishes,
Are often doing that alone.
Regardless if their deeds are not condoned.
They must create the show and tell of their virtues.
As if to prove what is done is legit.
And setting aside comments to get that done!
To enjoy the life for them that exists...
Without excuses.
Some choose to sit and schedule appointments,
Either to forget or dismiss.
Finding it easier to pick on someone,
Who conducts business first.
And having a thirst to feed their aspirations.
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It's About The Craft
It's about the craft.
And a consistency applied,
To prefect its presentation...
One who has no hesitation,
To sacrifice time.
Without a seeking for devices,
That provides an easy ride.
It's about the craft!
And those who are up to the task,
Need not to answer when asked...
What for them is thirsted first.
It's about the craft,
That has such a holding grasp...
No one can loosen to have it released.
'That's deep!
But what is it that has a hold on someone,
One knows and prefers to keep? '
A love for what it is,
One does.
With a seeking to reach greater heights.
'Wouldn't it be easier if you lowered your expectations? '
Who's craft is this?
You do...
As 'you' wish!
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Unload the Excess Baggage
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Or am I the one to carry pain,
As if I've been awarded...
A medal for valor and honor.
Each day as I pray...
And after I awaken,
I feel tremendously blessed...
That God has pulled my sisters and I,
Through much heartbreak and stress.
We, in those days, believed we needed to address.
And when I hear some folks,
Making excuses for mistakes they've made...
I can go through any day,
Without seeking to be medicated.
To fake my feelings to numb the aches.
I want to keep it real.
That's how I feel.
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Nor am I the one,
Seeking to skate through a life...
Speeded by an easy breeze.
God has blessed me!
And I know this.
And there is nothing better I can do...
Than to hold my head up,
And unload the excess baggage.
To live the best life feeling grateful.
And blessed to be able to confess it!
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Evil seed
How can a tree be planted on a rock
The eagle and the lion cannot flock
Neither can the chicken produce a hawk
He force me to feel bitter
Even though life is sweeter
You skillful lair
Yes indeed, take heed
For at the end
Your caucus will the beast feed
For you have sawed an evil seed
And god will reward you
According to your deeds
You evil doer
Such a false pretender
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Love First, Live Incidentally
Zelda was right
Which makes love
The highest purpose
The reason for bein'
If you have love
Life will take care of itself
No worries man
Be happy
If love finds you
Grab a hold
Till your knuckles turn white
And do not let go
If love does not find you
Take a chance
Reach for it
And do not give up
And if you reach and fail
Well, that happens
And it hurts
But you tried
So love first, live incidentally
Love well, live by the by
Love true, live carefree
Love first and live
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To be happy
To be happy some need lot of things glamour and success love money
and wine but for some it is present in their beloved eyes.
To be happy some need wealth luxury and heaven after dieing,
but for some it is present with their love in this life
To be happy some need to live in heights,
but for some it is there in their home with their family and faith in god,
To live happily is not bounded in words but it is art of living
making a person happy and winner in life.
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Less Analytical
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More exclusive...
In reducing your excuses.
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More correct...
And,
Less analytical.
Remove yourself from being in the middle,
Of drain.
Remove yourself from being second fiddle,
For anything you dislike...
By,
Deciding what is right.
And you can free yourself from even being,
Very critical.
You can free yourself from seeking things,
More political.
And you will live a life,
With a meaning that is right...
For you.
If this is what you choose.
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More exclusive...
In reducing your excuses.
You can make up your mind,
That you will...
Find the time to be,
More correct...
And less analytical.
You can free yourself from even being,
Very critical.
You can free yourself from seeking things,
More political.
You can live a life,
With a meaning that is right...
For you!
With a doing that you choose.
And...
You will live your life,
With a meaning that is right...
For you.
If,
This is what you choose.
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Fate- destined
You are lucky you are chosen
The goodness of life
is in your sight and vision
Dignity always and forever-
That cannot be just a dream,
In the ways of righteousness
And pass the test of time
With the heavenly grace
The fountain of life- sing praises,
Achievement is one of a kind
You will be- mirror of change
To fill life with its flesh- the bliss
And fate will be the only reflection
While faith- yours is the light
For in God you are his beloved child
Fate- that is the journey for you
To love and to live
To love and to let live
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Just Wave To Them A Goodbye
Once it has been discovered,
That more than a few...
Rather not be informed,
About what it is you do.
Or anything that may affect their lives.
And all they produce are excuses and alibis.
But insist on questioning to no one's surprise...
Why they have a lack of knowledge,
Of that which happens...
In their own neighborhoods?
There is no need to suggest,
Or recommend to them what is best.
Since stating they should spend less time,
At home alone gossipying on the telephone...
Will get you quickly a proclamation exclaming,
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!
I have no interest,
In what you are proclaiming
And this,
You try.
But guess 'who' approaches?
Wanting to ask why...
You were mentioned to know,
More about something they recently overheard.
And 'if' this is so...
Why is it you didn't let them know! ?
Once it has been discovered,
That more than a few...
Rather not be informed,
About what it is you do.
Or anything that may affect their lives.
And all they produce are excuses and alibis.
Don't say anything,
Just wave to them a goodbye.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ADORABLE ARE WOMEN AS MOTHERS (A Mother’s Day Acrostic)
Adorable are women as mothers!
Detestable when they can kill children;
Obtainable when purchased for a sum;
Reputable when they can reach great heights;
Amicable are women as sisters;
Believable are women when good wives;
Lovable are women as grand-daughters;
Enviable are women as daughters.
Acceptable when pining for some love;
Remarkable when sacrificing lots;
Exaltable when rearing children fine.
Worshipable for keeping peace at home;
Observable when attention-seeking;
Manageable when husbands earn enough;
Excusable for love of ornaments;
Notable for patience exemplary.
Accessible to children in their needs;
Sensible when fathers become drunkards;
Memorable for timely good advice;
Objectionable when pride and lust engulfs;
Terrible when seeking revenge on one;
Horrible as cruel mothers-in-law;
Enjoyable in love-making / romance;
Reliable amidst all kinds of strife;
Salvageable when shown some kind of love!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-4-2009
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Fixed Income
'You are a spendthrift and should budget.
Economize your lifestyle.
And not seek reasons to fuss.
Limit your wants and provide first your needs.
Decrease your appetite,
And this activity will eventually please! '
You don't have a fixed income.
Or live alone.
Do you?
'What does that have to do with me?
All of us in my household,
Eat less meat and dine out infrequently.
And we are able to save an exorbitant amount of money.
Proving we can reduce 'our' excessiveness.
And this I am sure you have not tried.'
You don't have a fixed income.
Or live alone.
Do you?
'There you go!
Trying to compare anchovies with caviar.
And there is quite a difference.'
You don't have a fixed income.
Or live alone.
Do you?
'No I do not!
But if I did,
I certainly would be able to do it better than you.
With far fewer complaints.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overcoming Setbacks
My space is my space!
And it's a happy place deserved.
Long in development.
And cleared of weeds,
Dusted of rubblish...
And nonsense free.
With resisted self evaluation done.
None of it fun overcoming setbacks.
And heartbreaks.
Or those mistakes clinging,
Onto denials made.
Fearing the truth hiding behind excuses...
I did to reduce pain felt.
Sitting I would do far removed from self...
To think of my journey,
Aboard a ship rudderless.
Until I awakened...
To shake away from my own confrontations.
Now to greet a 'me' I began to know to love!
With resisted self evaluation done.
None of it fun overcoming setbacks.
And heartbreaks.
Or those mistakes clinging,
Onto denials made.
My space is my space!
And it's a happy place deserved.
With or without those passing judgement,
About my love of it being self serving.
Nor do I solicit opinions,
Regarding how my life is best to live.
The enjoyment comes,
From the doing of it.
With less self abuse...
That seduces creative excuses to make!
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