Related To The Environment
I use to express my appreciation.
And complimented those,
Whose talents I admired.
I've stopped doing that.
I found myself defending that activity.
YES!
I was insulted,
Because I congratulated someone.
They indicated that I was patronizing.
So the few I do know that aren't offended,
I still extend my comments.
This foolishness experienced is without equal.
It has to be witnessed and evaluated,
To recognize the depths of insecurities...
And how they are related to the atmosphere.
And even then when that has been discovered...
A shallowness becomes identified,
Without doubt or question as part of the environment.
In other words...
It is as inescapable as gossip is to small minds,
In smaller towns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Study The Atmosphere
If ever you are approached by someone,
Who comments that you are different.
Do not become offended.
That's the time when you should become aware,
Of the environment.
And if you perceive it to be out of the ordinary,
You may represent something not often seen.
Immediately stop!
Go get a cup of coffee or tea.
Sit quietly and study the atmosphere.
Your adventurous 'spirit'...
May have intruded upon those of limited minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaccustomed to Having An Identity
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And others became offended by that?
Others became offended...
Because you announced a clarity of your identity.
AND...
This offended?
AND...
You then became so proud of who you were,
Your entire presence began to threaten?
Especially those unaccustomed to having an identity!
The ones from birth until death,
Are only known by their nicknames.
And they are related to people who will never know,
Their real names.
Ever!
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And the next thing they want you to do,
Is to get 'right' with God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
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In the Raising of Their Own Children
Those that do not play an active role,
In the raising of their own children...
But appear from nowhere,
To claim bragging rights.
When discovered 'their' child...
Stands under a spotlight.
Should not be offended when sent,
A 'Thank You' card by a son or daughter.
Someone has shown them how to express,
An appreciation for being abandoned.
And given an opportunity to feel blessed.
Some children have a right to express that,
As an option.
Not an expectation.
And some parents should not be allowed,
To proclaim that at all.
Especially when the doing of it isn't done.
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What For Them Was Isn't
What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!
Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!
What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!
Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.
What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.
But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!
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Aloof, Cool And Haughty
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.
AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.
Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.
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Congratulated Or Insulted
Most of the time,
I'm not understanding...
If I am being congratulated or insulted.
Not that I seek to be naïve...
Although to some I can be.
I am one of those vulnerable types.
Trying to keep that sensitive creative mind,
Assessible and in touch.
How can I be empathetic...
If I believe I know so much?
I am just receptive with an acceptance of it!
And when I am approached to be congratulated...
I 'sense' a hint of insulting indulgence being done!
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Insecurities Not Faced
I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.
Insecurities not faced,
And protected to defend...
Will not become my reason to feel,
I need to walk softly on eggshells...
Around those with emotions,
Hidden like children to prevent their tantrums.
I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.
I try to stay away,
From those who thrive on delusions...
As a means to keep realities defeated.
I'd rather be around those who tell it like it is.
Than to hear from those who gossip about...
Who said what to someone else,
That offended and left them in tears.
It has been many aging years since I had been a kid!
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Devoted To Being Grateful
When it becomes discovered,
No one is left
To listen to the spreading of their gossip.
Or who do what to who, when and why.
Things are happening to those living 'their' lives,
Perhaps only then...
Will they awaken to realize,
A life lived offers more enjoyment...
Than attempting to discredit those,
That they have marked to undermine or defame.
People like this,
With nothing else on their minds...
Will eventually find themselves,
Wishing they had not wasted such precious time.
And found an appreciation of others there to share,
In a motivation devoted in being grateful.
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Something Held To Suppress Has Affected The Connection
To be referred to as smart and intelligent,
In an environment of other minds...
Noticebly unconscious or sold on ignorance.
Or aware but believe intelligence is rare...
Has to be in the water or in the atmosphere.
And to be accused of being a novelty,
Implies the exercise to think...
And use this ability,
Has to be a threat!
Especially to those,
Who either oppose this activity.
Or remain curious with an envy,
As to how this process is applied and done.
Something held to suppress has affected the connection!
And...
To observe this as obvious,
Has to be for some...
Who believe thinking is a normality,
A life lived...
In a lonely and isolating existence,
Fearing to express a comprehension.
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With A Finding Discovered
I doubt very seriously if my strides taken...
To want to motivate others to desire success,
Had been made more for them a priority...
Instead of something they did to see me pleased,
Or whatever that is done people do to appease...
Would I have adopted an inspiration,
To dropp them as my main activity.
With an applying all my focus done now,
As I do...
Upon doing my best.
To achieve without further wasting my time.
With a finding discovered,
Others only choose to make for themselves...
Excuses to accomplish as if to me to be defiant.
Nonsense embraced is inescapable these days.
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If atheism is to be used to express the state of mind in which God is identified with the unknowable, and theology is pronounced to be a collection of meaningless words about unintelligible chimeras, then I have no doubt, and I think few people doubt.
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Initiation You Know Will Irritate
Why should it have to explained?
Figure it out!
You have a brain.
And why some do,
I wonder of the use?
My comments aren't always patronizing.
And if a useless one could be renovated?
Only another miracle has been witnessed.
Is every thought in this air confusing you?
I can understand if it does.
You wish to play with the best of my emotions.
And I am looking for the nearest exit.
Somehow what had been attractive,
With skin tone claims and nonexistent depth...
Begins to devalue in purpose.
There is absolutely nothing left between us,
But a shared unpleasant attitude.
If I do anything you dislike or don't understand...
Why introduce an initiation you know will irritate?
You send an invitation to irritation each time.
And you want me to explain...
Why that white picket fence,
Wont find us together building it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Younger Ones
The younger ones,
Do not wish any part of it.
The fragmentation solicited...
Or the family divisiveness.
They have witnessed what the elders have done.
And this has made many of them turn away quick.
Because the younger ones wish,
Not to have any of the negative rifts!
They have witnessed what the elders have done.
And the elders are the ones that do not get it!
The younger ones,
Do not wish any part of this.
In their hearts and in their minds,
The youngers ones may not express it.
But their actions are quite dramatic.
And observing that is obvious and emphatic.
The younger ones have had it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Picture, Near It Or Close To The Frame
No matter what is said,
To another with words believed understood...
There will be a misinterpretation,
That is explained to someone else...
For that person to comprehend,
Within the limits of what they have experienced.
And everyone knows those experiences are different.
And if an experience is limited with no sense to make,
Eventually there will be yet another someone...
Who becomes offended,
By what was intentionally not meant to escalate...
For anyone else to hear in the first place.
But in small towns,
Nothing is left as it had initially originated.
'I just want you to know,
I heard what you said.
But I'll go ahead and forgive you anyway.'
~What did you hear that I said?
When you weren't there or in the conversation.~
'It doesn't matter.
Although you could have come to me first.'
~But what I said wasn't about you at all.
Nor were you,
In the picture, near it or close to the frame.~
'That's not what I heard.
And you don't have to explain.
I'm not into photography.
Or words I heard you want to now change.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Friend Of Mine
There would be no friend of mine,
Pretending to be one all the time...
That would talk about me behind my back.
Or use me to convince others at my expense,
By a defending of their own insecurities.
I've gone through that to recognize when it is done.
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However...With a Thenceforth Attached!
Advice!
If you do something with an expectation...
That your premeditated action,
Should be reciprocated?
Your ego is working overtime.
Yes it is.
That is like bartering love,
And someone returning an unshined dime.
Leaving you to believe your deed was priceless.
There is no commitment to express,
Nothing but a 'thank you' if 'that' should be addressed.
When something is done by another that impresses...
Under 'normal' circumstances,
What is done that they do...
Is done because they do it!
Not to await reviews from critics.
To have their efforts screwed.
Or because they seek compliments sought.
To then seek for expressions of similarity,
To match those comments from someone brought.
All of this activity...
You must realize,
Has little to nothing to do with creativity!
This is the movement of one's ego,
Seeking to be pleased and compromised.
That's 'all' that is!
Many do not apply their craft,
To enter into contests for compliments.
They do what they do and it is done!
Few sit and sip champagne...
Admiring in awe their creations.
To then solicit sentiments.
Perhaps God does.
Since God can not be loved enough!
Advice!
If there is something you read, see or taste...
Or someone you like?
Like him or her.
Lick whatever comes that is offered.
And be done with it!
Marriage will not be proposed.
Don't expect for 'it' to like you back either.
Who satisfied who and what was it that satisfied?
Depends on the height of one's gratification.
'And please...
This is not 'Jeopardy'.
So your response does not have to be composed,
As a question! '
Not unless you have established some kind of contract?
And you are paying for fresh revelations.
Then by all means you have every right,
To call who you wish 'Alex'!
With an expectation,
That what you get coming back to you...
Be given gift wrapped if you like.
However...
With a thenceforth attached!
On the other hand...
The only control you've got,
Is to express your appreciation...
If your appreciation is there to express!
And 'drop' any anticipation for responses expected.
Why is this so repetitious?
Don't you get it...yet?
Folks have their own agendas.
Don't expect to become a priority to be penciled in!
Or see your name somewhere written in calligraphy...
Embossed upon an invitation.
Bring your ass down to Earth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Their Perch On Fences
It can become such a foolish waste...
To chase someone who gets things done.
With a hope for a clue,
That will reveal a preview.
Complete with blueprinted details,
And freed of obstacles as this is overviewed.
Folks on a mission...
Aren't out making announcements.
Not for attention or steps taken to blurt.
They are conditioned with discipline.
And challenged to do something,
With their lives experienced here on Earth.
Whether or not they deserve praise...
Isn't an issue they themselves raise.
They are motivated to accomplish!
That is why most people like this,
Are often thought of to be crazed!
And often are...
Dismissed.
And many of them seem quickly evaluated,
To be out of their minds.
And unrestricted by set limits...
Others find comforting to hide securely behind.
Like a pretense some embrace,
They have no traces of abnormalcy!
With lots of company defending their 'common sense' with them.
While finding themselves to be commonly undecisive...
As they join others of similar desires,
Clinging and straddling...
With approved mindsets,
Sitting to discuss their opinions.
Like an image of a row of Crows,
Who judge squawking.
Noisely!
From nearby trees.
Or from their perch on fences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once It Has Been Achieved
There is something to be said,
About being in the company...
Of both children and pets.
There is an honesty untainted,
That children are quick to expose.
And pets,
Like dogs and cats...
Express a loyalty,
No one has to guess...
To whom that affection is directed.
There is something to be said,
About expectations of relationships.
Declaring to settle down with a mate,
Usually involves,
One having patience...
With 'something' that will irritate.
There is also something to be said,
About choosing to be alone...
In one's own peaceful solitude!
One isn't obligated to adjust for another's mood.
Or prove without a question of a doubt,
Where they have been...
When a decision has been made,
To do what one pleases when one goes out!
And one can choose to leave those conflicts visited...
To return to an atmosphere with an opening of a door.
With the use of a key,
To lock out the 'noise' to deeply breathe.
And sighing with relief...
That a peace that is received,
Can be found inside to safely keep!
THAT is all that needs to be said,
When one has discovered...
A peace of mind,
One is grateful and blessed...
To have in one's head!
And a delivery of THAT is a fact one dares,
Or cares to share...
Once it has been achieved!
Believe me.
There are no exaggerations,
With embellishments involved.
THAT is all that needs to be said,
When one has discovered...
A peace of mind,
One is grateful and blessed...
To have in one's head!
Believe me.
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I think today we recognize that economic activity needs to search for ways to protect the environment.
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