Satisfied By A Meddling Done
Anyone who has been allowed,
To come between two involved in a relationship...
With a giving of their opinion without it being solicited,
And not told where to go through a quick exit...
Has had an open invitation where it had been known,
Romance or the existing of sex was not shown.
Or the depth of it not permitted.
And one or both in this platonic situation,
Knew it from the beginning with the playing of tricks.
Or...
The one in the middle enjoying every bit of this,
Is the culprit who has become satisfied by a meddling done.
And those who are professionally equipped to meddle with lip,
Are all over the place doing it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting. As if In the Cold...Outside!
Waiting.
As if in the cold...outside!
Feeling a joke had been told.
And I knew it.
But was not suppose to admit this.
Yet feeling inside a warmth that satisfied.
I saw the picture,
Before the pieces of the puzzle...
Had to others been known.
'Something' had shown me a preview.
And I could not tell who...
Or what it was that came to chill me to the bone.
An aloneness I knew and tolerated it.
My experiences existed,
In a time I envisioned before they came to visit.
And I would wonder 'why' I was permitted,
To see, feel and touch what had yet to arrive.
Waiting.
As if in the cold...outside!
Feeling a joke had been told.
And I knew it.
But was not suppose to admit this.
Yet the older I get,
More secluded becomes my 'unique and differentness'!
I saw and knew.
But couldn't tell how.
So there I stood...
Waiting.
In the cold...outside!
Feeling a joke had been told.
But did not know 'why'...
'Something' had shown me a preview.
And I could not tell who...
Or what it was that came to chill me to the bone.
I was not alone.
Nor was I existing to live on my own.
And I knew this but did not know why,
Me?
Nothing did I do,
To welcome delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Severing To Free Themselves
Getting involved in situations,
Affecting the lives of others.
And from their perspective,
Is the only information one gets...
To begin a stirring up,
Of a flowing of empathy...
That seems to be professionally solicited.
Or remarkably finessed by one skilled.
Whew!
Try saying that in one breath.
Not Literally.
Geeessshhh.
Then...
To later discover like duped others,
Fantasized depictions were given...
To enhance a reality,
Now without question...
Noticed to be absent from one's mind.
Where these episodes have been coming from,
All-the-time!
This...
Is a situation to walk away from,
IM-'with no mistaking it'-MEDIATELY!
Oh yeah!
Forget about involvement or being mixed in it.
Not with people like this.
One day soon,
Many will discover others have also chosen,
A severing to free themselves as quick as it is possible,
From emotional leechers to leave them be to be gone for good.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Perceptions And Philosophies Unchanged
Many finding themselves
With perceptions and philosophies unchanged
Over the past fifty years
And wishing to remain stuck in those times gone
Should be allowed to do so
They should be allowed to pack up and leave
And encouraged to retire to Wyoming
Why Wyoming?
Why not?
They should be solicited once there
To dip their hands in anything they wish
Except in the business of politics, education
Or professions of social etiquette
Or any subdivisions that censors which IS
Or Is 'not' correct for 'all' of a diversed society
And
These folks should not be approached
For any kind of advice
Not in the giving of their opinion concerning progress
Anything suggesting to do what their ancestors did
Will be problematic
Since
That mindset has already caused enough anguish
Just entertain their minds with movies of the wild west
That should do it to keep them happy playing cowboys and indians
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I May Play Aound With My Own Gifts
I remember once,
Of having the nature of giving.
And enthusiastic,
By the mere participation...
In the doing of it.
But when I heard from others' lips,
I should not expect most...
To feel that same way.
And there I was in heated sweat...
With the giving of myself,
Assisting them?
With the expanding,
Of their expressed creativeness.
Someone wasn't getting what I had attempted,
To enlist.
Someone attempted to take my experiences,
And make a mockery of it.
And when I discovered being looked upon,
As a fool for doing this! ?
There were no long goodbyes with sighs.
My eyes I placed on an exit.
And I through that exit I went quick.
I may play aound with my own gifts.
But for others to do it?
That's not allowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Convenience For One
Anyone who becomes persuaded,
To allow outsiders to interfere...
In 'their' private relationship.
With a giving of opinion.
And that opinion given is more valued,
Than the relationship entered into by two...
Professing a love known.
Well...
Can that really be considered a relationship?
One that is serious?
Or is it more a convenience for one,
To do a manipulation done.
And anyone inviting this,
Has to be more interested in being validated,
A fool.
And fools,
Even today...
At the prices paid,
Have become cheaper to get...
For less than a dime a dozen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Bullish
Who solicited with invitation,
The cursing of our values?
And when did they become worthless?
Even good dirt is used for top soil!
Without a blinking care...
Where did this sludge come from?
And who was given authority,
To put it there for the majority?
Too much concern,
Has been placed on 'bullish' markets!
And no one was prepared or equipped...
To rinse the streets many find now reek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.
quote by Franz Kafka
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Playing With Uranium
In for an evening, of lite entertainment
and who would believe you, could worry the neighbor
Come on over to my place, playing with uranium
If it blows up in your face, see you on the other side
Come on over to my place, playing with uranium
Reinvent the human race, you just got the invitation
We go undiscovered, cause people are careless
One way or another, they'll never forget us
Come on over to my place, playing with uranium
If it blows up in your face, see you on the other side
Come on over to my place, playing with uranium
Reinvent the human race, you just got the invitation
Playing with uranium, playing with uranium
Never be the same again
Cause they're playing with uranium,
Playing with uranium, playing with uranium
song performed by by Duran Duran
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If She Knew What She Wants
(j. shear)
Susanna
If she knew what she wants
(hed be giving it to her)
If she knew what she needs
(he could give her that too)
If she knew what she wants
(but he cant see through her)
If she knew what she wants
Hed be giving it to her
Giving it to her
But she wants everything
(he can pretend to give her everything)
Or theres nothing she wants
(she dont want to sort it out)
Hes crazy for this girl
(but she dont know what shes looking for)
If she knew what she wants
Hed be giving it to her
Giving it to her
Id say her values are corrupted
But shes open to change
Then one day shes satisfied
And the next Ill find her crying
And its nothing she can explain
Some have a style
That they work hard to refine
So they walk a crooked line
But she wont understand
Why anyone would have to try
To walk a line when they could fly
No sense thinking I could rehabilitate her
When shes fine, fine, fine
Shes got so many ideas traveling around in her head
She doesnt need nothing from mine
song performed by by Bangles
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The Reason For The Split
To be in a relationship that ends,
For one to claim they do not know what happened...
Should not have been a relationship that began.
For someone not to be conscious,
Of their own relationship...
Could mean they do not wish to admit,
An activity or lack of providing it...
Was the reason for the split.
And...
If the other one involved in the same relationship,
Has a difficult time remembering it took place...
Well,
There is no need to continue a nosey probing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconscious Partnered Relationship
Entangled to strangle.
As if a tango of 'wills'
Is wished to prance,
In some dramatic heated dance.
No part of this do I wish.
To join in an unconscious...
Partnered relationship.
Clever rhythmic twists,
To involve with ongoing conflicts...
Gone unsolved.
Will not blind a purpose...
Refusing this kind of mix.
'Avoid this invitation.
Snap out of it quick! '
A voice inside of me insists.
And listening intently,
Is one of my virtues.
With a splitting done...
Quick!
Giving not a bit of hesitation,
For this arrangement in my mind to sit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End of Discussion
You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.
Let me clarify my distance for you.
I am no longer trying to mend communication ties broken.
There has been too much time wasted playing hide and seek.
You wish to live life on your terms?
Fine.
But I am not going to adjust to your 'do-as-I-say'
'Not-as-I-do philosophy!
If space is going to be shared between us...
We are not just going to meet in it to just have sex,
And guesses.
Or will doubts lay smothered,
Under fear of hurting sensitive feelings.
If you can not be honest with yourself...
Don't expect me to understand!
Your growth issues and lack of acceptance,
Are not 'my' insecurities.
You may be the only one on Earth,
Craving the scent of your own BS.
I'm not in love with you to that extent.
Nor am I waiting for you to open windows,
To clear the atmosphere with fresh air!
I've made deposits of time invested in this relationship.
And I have not received the benefit of your return.
And I 'know' I had at least earned that!
Yet...
That was lacking.
When my patience with you allowed me to sit.
With an open mind as I 'then' saw fit,
Ran out of excuses.
I knew I had 'had' it.
And it was time to split!
That's why it was necessary for me to make a withdrawal.
And leaving you became an attractive exit.
With no 'cussin' or 'fussin'.
End of discussion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick Of Their Tricks
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention.
With an unleashed disbelief.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Donating my time to be further manipulated,
To have my focus by them castrated.
Has left them behind to tempt or bait my mind.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention to them.
With an unleashing of disbelief.
To wonder in a pondering as they increase their misdeeds.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Not even to pause to peep what they seek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Needs To Put A Foot Down
Relying upon another,
Can be the beginning of a strained relationship.
Especially if one believes,
Doing what they please...
When they please,
And 'if' they please...
Is going to be the highlight of it.
There are those with special needs,
Understandably are dependent.
But even most of them do their very best,
Not to pester or cause another stress.
Some people are born,
To be nurtured with beliefs...
That crowns on their heads,
Should be adorned and worn.
With a catering done...
From just about everyone.
And these are the people who make excuses for themselves.
With a delusion they sit on pedestals.
When they should be locked up in a padded cell.
Relying upon another,
Can be the beginning of a strained relationship.
Especially if one is fed from the beginning,
What they do is okay.
And whatever it is they do is permitted.
One needs to put a foot down on these clowns!
If not a swift kick up...
To signal,
The conducting of serious business is meant!
There is nothing like a good foot placement,
To prove to another...
Where lines are drawn to end the start,
Of any debate or long lasting argument.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We're not going to meddle in the internal life of other peoples and other governments, because we don't want them meddling in ours.
quote by Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador
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We blame conveniently.
A stole from B.
Who is the culprit?
If it is A, why did B steal from C?
A theft occurred.
Who is the culprit?
The greed to get or
The greed to hoard.
A boy teased a girl.
Who is the culprit?
His thirst or her looks.
A tree fell down.
Who is the culprit?
The storm or the soil.
We fix the culprit conveniently.
11.06.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Love Mean To Me
When you are in love you have to put hundred percent into relationship
When you say I love you should mean it and not joke about it, it's not funny
What love mean to me
Are feelings you felt for the first time with that person
You should cherish that person good because
They going be gone out your life without you even realizing it
If you lost that chances
You got to learn to work to it out and figure out on your own
Do what the other person wants to
Try new things and take risk with one you love
You got to learn trust the other person
Being with someone you been waiting for is so magical and beautiful
Don't let that person slip away
You might not get that second chance
Try to do something nice or romantic for that person
What love mean to me
Is enjoying life and share happiness with your love one
We all will get in argument with each other
Then we start thinking about our exes or just go somewhere to think
At end it be fine or not depends on situation went on
You shouldn't let that get in the way of having each other
You should make compromise with your love one
You guys will work something out as along as you guys meet in middle it be good
One day you guys want to get marry and start a family or just have each other
Chemistry and sparks will last forever
If you go back to memory land and found out
Why you guys fall in love in first place and
Just want each other forever and always
If you learn from mistakes
Life won't be difficult
You need just learn to open your ears and eyes
You should never lie in relationship then it's not really one
Love should be on top of your properties
Don't let friends and work stop you from being with that person
No matter how hard things get
You guys can overcome it together
What love mean to me
poem by Christina Phan
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It Depends On The Situation
In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.
And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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