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Refusing Then To Listen

There were those selected and chosen,
To represent their causes.
With a reflecting of their priorities,
And interests kept protected.

There were those denied,
And deemed not qualified.
Although they produced credentials,
To prove their experiences were essential.

Today those denied,
And deemed yesterday not qualified...
Are discovered to have experiences,
That should have never been dismissed.
But time does not allow to have those yesterdays,
Replaced with a catching up to date.

And,
What could have been of benefit and useful to them,
Those refusing then to listen...
Would have been paths freed of debris with clarity.
But a patience gone from those dismissed...
Has been distanced from the ones,
Caught up in lives lived in chaos and conflicts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified As Ascertained

Time has a way of shifting around,
That which had seemed to be grounded.
And found to be significant with influence.
Once upon a time,
When a climbing above others...
Was a focus and priority on many minds.
To suddenly change direction,
With a spotlighting of that which had been dismissed.
To allow that to become,
Declared more precious than gold.

Leaving those to flaunt a uselessness held,
That seemed just moments ago...
Qualified as ascertained,
To have impeccable credentials...
That only a few chosen to be interviewed,
Had obtained.
To be made to feel there was an achievement,
Reached.
With a leaving of that which had been dismissed.
Now sought after as if their lives depended on it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Premeditated Preferences

A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.

If one doesn't arrive,
With a feeling of a happiness generated from inside...
Few will give their happiness away,
At the benefit of another's dismay.
Not today!

A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.

And most times premeditated preferences,
Sit alone in the minds of those,
Already disappointed and negative!
And not conscious enough,
To know this is the life they've chosen!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified

I got a beat up piece of paper - It's a message from a king
He says - I got to get you out of here
He say - I got to let you in
'Cos I've been down the darkest road there is - I've seen the other side
I got a licence to go - Straight through your pain
Ain't no big deal - 'Cos I'm qualified - Yeah I'm qualified
Qualified in fear and pain - I'm qualified in lies and shame
I'm qualified with a broken heart
You knock me down - I get back up again
'Cos' I'm qualified
I'm qualified - To get your love
I'm qualified - To know what you're thinking of
I'm qualified - in broken dreams
I can save you from where you've been
'Cos I'm qualified
I'm qualified to make you smile
I'm qualified to save your pain
Qualified to give a real good time
Qualified to make your sun shine

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The Only Consciousness Known

With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.

And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.

'Your comments are a bit negative.'

Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?

'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is qualified? What have I been qualified for in my life? I haven't been qualified to be a mayor. I'm not qualified to be a songwriter. I'm not qualified to be a TV producer. I'm not qualified to be a successful businessman. And so, I don't know what qualified means.

quote by Sonny Bono
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Certified

Warnings...
Ignored.
Messages...
Ignored .
Speeches...
Ignored.
Lessons taught...
Ignored.
Observations...
Ignor ed.
Pleas...
All ignored with lifestyles threatened!

'Perhaps you weren't considered qualified,
and that's why you were ignored! '

Oh...
I'm not referring to them as the ones doing the ignoring!
I'm referring to those who ARE qualified,
I'm glad I ignored!
I am the maverick...
Deemed unsuitable for their 'selected' tastes!
Look at the mess they are in now.
And 'they' are the ones certified...
With values and standards they uphold!

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Like Any Quota Doter Does

When I actively applied,
For that I know I am experienced!
I was deemed not qualified.
With a look from someone,
To kill my pride.

And since I'm not the kind,
To wonder 'why' I've been denied...
I cast that aside,
That which tries to prevent my stride.
In a blocking of my forward movement.
Few who knew that,
Know today that has been proven.

Folks are hired to cast dark shadows,
All over the place.
That's what they do!
And competent at it too.

Since I am not seeking assistance,
To live my life to make attempts!
I live my life making attempts to assist.
That's it!

That's what I do!

And 'if' someone decides I'm not qualified to do it...
I'm sure they've been assigned to do a job!
Like any quota doter does doing what they do.
I've been assigned to fulfill a mission.
There is more than a slight difference.

And to give precious time away,
To devote in discussion with those of small minds...
The vastness of the canvas
Is not my task to introduce.

I'm here to do!
Not argue in defense of my abilities to connect the dots!

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Based Upon Appearances

Taught to shy away from those,
Amongst themselves most qualified...
Has left them in their dire straits.
And now they witness their qaulity of life,
Slipping from their hands.
On the edge from them of being erased.
To leave those voicing their demands,
With their choices made to be replaced.

And those who tried to reach them,
With an approach honest and not faked...
Are the ones now solicited,
For any opinions from them they 'wish' to make.

And those who had their recommendations,
Dismissed...
Have moved on to live their lives in peace,
Without the onslaught of conflicts.
And those now in the midst of them,
Were too excited to invite a clearing of consciousness.
Since decisions based upon appearances,
From them they could not and can not away from them shake.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A View To Complete And Realize

Following those paths,
That ultimately lead to oblivion...
Is something done some people do,
As if this was their custom...
With a doing of it.
To prove they exist to initiate chaos,
And confusion.

Those not learning,
From their own repeated experiences...
Should not be admonished for expressing ignorance.
There are those with fatalistic ambitions,
Who are rarely found sitting in seats of leadership...
That seek,
At the expense of others...
A view to complete and realize their sick sadistic wishes.

And like sheep,
The people allow these people with charisma...
To follow.
Believing them to represent their interests the best.
And they 'do' represent...
Their overwhelming lack of concern,
As best as they possibly can present it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Essential

I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
When I used the bathroom...
There were those who gave up hope,
I could do that on my own.
Every step I made has been followed.
And attempts to overcome my weaknesses...
Were spent in public view.
I did not hide behind a desk.
Nor group with a clique...
To mask my defects.
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
I had been considered foolish...
Quite lazy and a joke.
And as I realized those who found time to criticize...
I knew then I was more than qualified.
Since I used my time...
Clearing obstacles off my path.
And thanking God along the way...
I had humor left to laugh,
At those who took their valuable time...
Finding fault with what I did.
When all I've done is to use my mind!
And blessed to have teachers,
Who knew how to subdue my ego!
And thanks to them I let that go when it annoyed!
I know I am more than qualified.
I am removed from that which had blinded my eyes!
Which in fact...
Just might make some folks highly dissatisfied,
That I have made my credentials far more essential...
Than I have utilized!
I like to keep that as a surprise!
It's fun to throw around a resumé every now and then.
Not to impress.
But just to get a moment's rest when interviewed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Knowledgeable About Outcomes

What effective measures can be used,
To correct a devastation
By the ones who implemented,
What today everyone is forced to face.

Can one of incompetence self examine?
And if this is the case
Why was the devastation faced,
Not before in the doing stopped in its place?

What effective measures can be used,
To correct a devastation
By the ones who implemented,
What today everyone is forced to face.

If those indeed had wisdom to perceive,
What are they now believing
That can undo what has been achieved?
And under their watch has this happened.

While those insisting a deadend comes,
Are still shunned
To be too knowledgeable about outcomes.
And yet
Can not provide credentials to prove,
The origins of their training deemed unacceptable.

Although observations as they are,
Are dismissed as having no direct affect.
Unless someone can convince with no exceptions,
A scholarly approach has been spent to connect events.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Never Knows What Fate Holds

Why isn't my life filled with chaos?
I attempted to gain membership.
I was refused.

There was a willingness on my part,
To participate too!
I wanted to be like them.
You know,
The curious type?
Well...
That led to suspicion.
My activities were dismissed.

So I was ostracized years ago,
For being a nonconformist.
Which 'then' was not true at all!
I wanted to fit in!
With the giving of my time,
And everything to prove...
I was not different.
I came with information to share.

But as luck would have it...
I was denied.

One never knows,
What fate holds!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endangered Species

When I wanted a credit card...
I was denied it.
Not qualified.
I was told no one would touch me!

Today...
Since I do not want a credit card.
And live within my fixed and bolted down budget...
I am bombarded.
Through the email.
My regular home mail.
Telephone calls.
Even those passing flyers on the street:
'We Can Have You Financed...
Before Your Next Breath Is Taken! '

Of course I exaggerate...
But those refusing credit today,
Are at risk!
It's like becoming an endangered species.
And to say 'NO! '
That is truly unpatriotic.
Today?
Not to be deep in depth,
Is Un-American!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Only The Ability To Waste

There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.

But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.

Today?
How things have changed.

Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.

But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.

'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upheaval

You may moan about these times we live.
And complain about how you have been affected.
Attempt to do those very same things done,
You did yesterday!
And the day before that and got the same results.
But today...
If your eyes have not been open all the way,
Without tunnel vision
As a means to satisfy your existence.
You 'may' discover a more enriched life,
When it has been discovered...
An evolution of drastic change is upon us!
Those delusioned that the glory days will return...
Will be distanced!
Everything about this life,
Is going through an upheaval!
Believe it.
Even myths will be dismissed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Having The Fun Here?

What are you doing?

'Give me a few seconds.
Someone has me on hold.'

On hold?

'Yes.
I've been waiting for a couple of minutes,
For someone to explain to me...
Why they believe I am not qualified.'

Qualified?
To do what?

'Qualified to have intelligence.
Because of my...
Well,
You know...
The obvious.'

Why don't you hang up the telephone?
You don't have to prove that to anyone.

'I know this.
I just want to know how long it takes them,
To respond with an answer.'

But...
Don't you know what that response will be?

'Of course I do.
But who is having the fun here? '

Checkmate!
I suggest you concentrate on the game.
It is no fun beating you when you are distracted.

'Gee...
I didn't realize they had me on hold that long.
You are right.
I should hang up before I prove my stupidity.'

Naw!
You?
You're too intelligent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Foolishness Of Fear

The only people who miss,
The living of a different life...
Seem to be those who recognize,
The foolishness of fear.
With beliefs a better life lived,
Is to do it making decisions...
To live in divisions with avoidance.

And when it dawns upon them,
Experiences they could have had...
Were by them dismissed.
A process of 'what ifs' begins.
And aging for them is not done,
As gracefully as they wish...
With too much time lost to do it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All This Time You Had the Gift of Clairvoyance

Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.

Oh...
That's right.
Your life wasn't being affected.
I was one of 'those'...
And you were part of the collective 'them'.

These issues were raised when the homeless hit the streets.
When hunger in the urban cities left many with nothing to eat.
Remember when you would drive by...
With your nose in the air and your car doors locked?
You do remember my interview...
For a job you told me my credentials were over the top.
You told me I was over qualified.
And I thought to myself...
'Qualified, you were not! '

Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Those of us thrown crumbs to survive.
While you jeered us with your peers.

And now your tears display bigger drops as they fall.
Aren't you the one 'connected'?
I'm sure those thieves will not allow you to crawl.
Afterall...
You did tell me,
I was over qualified!
And all this time you had the gift of clairvoyance.
No better time than now,
Do you have to express this gift.

I see you sobbing uncontrollably!
What about you?
What do you see?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To Ignoring Their Own Treasures

When I came to give,
Hands were closed.
And fists were clenched.
Prepared what seemed to me to be,
Arguments conflicting with my interests.

Then when it became discovered,
What I came to give...
Would be of benefit.
Hands surrounded me opened like cups.
And those with clenched fists,
Were prepared to pat me on the back.
As if a lost relative had for them been missed.

When I CAME to give,
Hands were closed.
And fists were clenched.
An impression made,
I have not forgotten since.

When I CAME to offer,
I was immediately dismissed.
And NOW...
Today?
I've learned my worth is too valuable.
Too genuine to just give away.

Especially to those,
Accustomed to ignoring their own treasures.
And suspicious of those,
Who have chosen them to give.
Prehaps my approached for them was too sincere.
Since from them 'then'...
I HAD asked for nothing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Felt Freed

One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.

There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.

And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.

And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!

To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!

And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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