Save Your Best Sweat
Rebounding from heartbreak,
Is a slow process.
Rushing to snuggle in another's nest,
Can become a complexing regret
If progressed
Especially if one is selected...
To pass someone's loyalty test!
This move is not advisable,
After mending from a recent 'mess'
Left!
Stay away from recreational sex,
And save your best sweat...
For someone better than your 'ex'!
Who cheated with blatant success.
Get some rest.
This will be much needed,
When the heat seeks
To avoid a repeated defeat...
As your examination closely inspects,
A fresh 'victim' you have chosen
To jump through 'hoops' to impress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds I Seed and Sow
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.
And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.
'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.
Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Beliefs Their Misdeeds Are Not Perceived
No one achieves heights of success,
Professing what they have done...
Is at their best.
When what they have taken,
Is from someone else's nest.
To impress with accolades,
They expect to get!
Perhaps 'temporarily'...
They may strut in a charading,
With claims to attest!
But a theft is what it is.
And eventually faces protest and regret.
Upsetting not the victim...
But those who deceive,
With beliefs their misdeeds are not perceived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Does Them In
So sad are they with minds limited.
They had paid to obtain an intelligence...
But leave schools degreed,
Without one hint...
Of how to apply common sense.
And they seek employment...
With resumés that say they qualify!
But not a thought connects,
That proves a thinking process.
Although they are selected.
Because of their hair...
And the color of their eyes.
And salaried they are...
To expose their incompetence...
That eventually represents,
A complete ineptness.
But that does not prevent,
A promotion based only...
On their attractiveness!
And they are placed in positions,
To discourage those who are far more brilliant!
Why?
To protect a host of insecurities.
As they try to thrive on greed...
As a bleeding economy dies.
Without an implementation,
Of an embracing did...
With a true diversification done!
And this does them in,
In the end!
Human resources neglected,
Does not lead to one's success.
Regret is what one frets.
Regret is what is left and met.
Regret is what reflects the mess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of the Heat
Go away...
You heartbreak sender.
We're mending inside,
And we don't need repeats.
Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
We overloaded on a wrong road,
And was towed...
To be sold,
Out in the cold.
We overloaded on a wrong road,
And were told...
We made a U Turn few could beat!
And,
We beat it getting...
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat!
Go away...
You heartbreak sender.
We're mending inside,
And we don't need repeats.
Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
We overloaded on a wrong road.
That we agree.
We overloaded from the greed.
That we agree.
We overloaded from a lazy life.
That we agree.
And took the meaning out of living it.
That we agree.
And that was the key!
Too get away quick,
Direct.
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
Go away...
'Cause,
We are....
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away...
'Cause,
We are....
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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C-ya!
Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?
You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!
You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!
C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vultures Who Dress to Impress
Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
Finger pointing and mouth pouting done.
'Yourself' the main one...
Dismissed from failures created.
Enemies easy to once select and pick,
Aren't so abundant or quick to solicit.
Those 'Peter and the Wolf' days fade.
A reliance on government officials...
Abound with the surrounding of internal corruption.
And distorting images cleansed by deceit!
Sweet cheese teasing to bait weak mice on Wall Street...
Has been eaten by the rats.
And they...
By those fat cats purring and wanting more.
Take a deep breath!
Those of you who viewed yourselves,
Next in line to dine as royalty.
With your assets protected!
Those trusted to enhance the feeding of your greed,
Have found exits with few left.
Leaving a patheticness to bleed.
And how can those historically disrespected,
Be connected or suspected?
When all of them had been fed like pigeons.
And not the Swans you wished to reflect.
It seems those you hand selected to protect your nest...
Have picked over the best and ran.
Did you think loyalty associates itself with gluttony?
Or crumbs from a feasting would be left on your plate?
Why would you ever believe,
Vultures who dress to impress...
Would have manners?
Or that cannibals when feeding,
Have concerns of etiquette.
While eating each others' flesh?
That is why your nest has been left in a mess!
And all of your eggs are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reason and The Cause
For any mending to begin,
There has to be an honesty faced...
From within.
There has to be a connection made,
That allows a process without conflict...
To move forward and not stay,
Rotting until it decays!
There are many examples existing like this.
Many too accepting in denial...
With negativities that persist.
And for those who choose not to see,
As it is.
They are the reason and the cause,
For the chaos this has cost!
For any mending to begin,
There has to be an honesty faced...
From within.
There has to be a connection made,
That allows a process without conflict...
To move forward and not stay,
Rotting until it decays!
And for those who choose not to see,
As it is.
They are the reason and the cause,
For the loss and chaos this has cost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distraction
Distraction
I felt as tho I was going crazy.
Speaking to all and doing my work as needed but life seamed like it was falling on me from above like it blocked out my sight to see and receive instantly. I'm being hit like never before a distraction to stop me from walking right out of thee old an into something new. So I learned in the process to jump high like never before to move in away that one needed to move and that is swiftly until a break happens for me!
poem by Clarence Williams
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Closer Gets...
Closer gets 'their' revelation.
As a crisis escalates...
During the remaining days,
Of their limited consciousness.
With weaponed muscle flexed,
To deflect any remnants of peace left.
The violence inflicted,
Reflects an unending madness.
A sadness witnessed...
To bring a people certain regret.
And yet...
There are those believing,
They've been chosen to enforce this mentality.
Can not conceive...
Their actions bring upon them,
Much regret, pain, sorrow and sustained grief.
Deities observing,
Prepare for them defeat.
And closer gets a stopping to this!
These acts of hatred and wickedness.
By a process that awakens and shakes them all.
As the closing of two thousand and eight is celebrated.
With an opening of a gate...
That shocks their visions.
And freezes them in a state of mind replaced!
'These misdeeds implanted will stop!
Lessons left unheeded and not obeyed...
Will begin again this day with a fresh start! '
~What and 'WHO' is 'that'? ~
*I have no clue!
But I do know this...
It is far more powerful than me or you!
And I am willing to bet...
'Whatever' that is,
'IT' isn't here to be tested! *
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given
The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.
Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Common Denominator
You do the math.
A selected lifestyle,
Continuing to upset...
The very same people,
Who have chosen that life to accept...
With little done to improve what displeases
Are vocal with their pities weeped.
Never have they been given looks of disrespect,
From those they rejected,
As being less and many steps below them.
No one they dejected,
Felt of themselves better off than the rest.
And if observed,
It would appear those upset...
Direct their eyes upon those who have chosen happiness,
As their common denominator...
Over bling and shiny things to impress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jumping Horses
As you step into the arena,
Your heart rushes,
Horse following close behind,
Giving you steady nudges.
You mount yourself slowly into the English saddle
You move toward the jump.
Faster, faster.
Your feet ready in the stirrups
In jumping position,
As you grow closer to the jump
You are overcome by a weird sensation,
A sensation of happiness, nervousness, and excitement
As you post you feel the heart rate of the horse.
You are both one.
Faster, and faster still,
You feel as if you where flying,
Your horse raises its front legs,
You are flying!
Over the jump you feel relaxed,
You feel great.
You draw your horse to a slow gait,
Your heart racing.
Again and again you jump
15 minutes pass you loose time,
You slow down.
The horse’s heart is racing to the pace of yours,
You slow to a halt
Lower yourself from his back,
You pat him congratulate him,
And return the tack.
(Pause)
Jumping… Such a wonderful feeling,
Your heart rushing!
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Should They Be Forgiven
Misunderstandings happen.
But should they be forgiven,
When these scenes are repeated?
With a familiar argument...
Starting again to make even less sense.
Misunderstandings happen.
But should they be forgiven,
When scenes like these are repeated?
To hear the same voice say,
'Let's end this!
And from each other,
Just walk away.'
Some aren't the ones,
Who have a problem with that!
The ones in denial,
Are the ones who keep looking back.
Trying to prove an innocence.
When together time spent,
Neither had been on the same track.
And often having 'chemistry'
Prevents off track distractions.
And it is difficult to say,
To someone once loved...
'Go away.'
But someone should do it.
If misunderstandings continue not to improve,
The communication in a relationship...
That's needing one less fool.
Someone should 'get it' and move on with life quick.
Instead of refusing not to do this,
But stay to annoy until a bitterness gets thick!
With attempts to try enforcing a mending of a split.
And the air reeks of no apparent healing being done,
To avoid any of it.
As those who listen to the same pleas again,
Wish for an immediate bout of amnesia to set in.
Or a door to bolt and cement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Collar
You shouldn’t do the crime if you can’t do the time
Unless you’re in a light that’s a bright green lime
Then the more that it shines
The more the law is left behind
And Justice raises the blinds
And looks more to your side
Lawyers slick and you slide
While you lie and deny
How you’re a victim in this mess
An innocent standing by
Look concerned maybe cry
And avoid a felony
Spend four months maybe five
Without a single luxury
Do your best to look stressed when you’re placed on house arrest
Rest your head on your bed
Knowing well you robbed the nest
And made off with the chest like silicone and saline
You could get away with murder
Write it off as a daydream
Your fans will always say please
“Can I have your signature? ”
There’s no hero like you
Anywhere through all of literature
Daring to do it again
Pockets open, stuff and go
Buy yourself a great defense
You’ve got more bills than buffalo
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Teenage Heartbreak
Just another case of teenage heartbreak,
all of a sudden he was gone,
and she was crying,
its time to get over romance,
its dead and gone
Shes in her room,
crying her eyes out
wishing she was dead,
Hes out on the town,
talking up his latest victim,
feeling on top of the world
Just another case of teenage heartbreak,
all of a sudden he was gone,
and she was crying,
its time to get over romance,
its dead and gone
Hes alone,
she used him just for fun,
Now hes doubting the world,
She used him,
now shes gone,
leaving for another town
This is Just another case of teenage heartbreak,
all of a sudden he was gone,
and she was rying,
its time to get over romance,
its dead and gone
Now shes standing on the edge,
getting ready to jump,
[dont jump dont jump dont jump]
He grabs her hand,
and tells her dont,
hes not worth it
Just another case of Teenage heartbreak,
All of a sudden he was there,
holdong her tight,
maybe romance
aint so dead and gone
poem by Jess Terry
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A New Deal
A New Deal
The shouting and the tumult dies.
The people have declared their choice
they’ve chosen change: It’s no surprise.
The time has come long overdue
To break with past failed policies
try something different something new.
Both candidates have done their best
you must give credit where it’s due
But only one could pass the test
You’ve chosen your new president.
You did your bit let him do his
and hope that he proves competent.
To recognise what must be done
to rectify the errors of the past.
A daunting task for anyone.
Though he may lack experience
He’s flexible and he can learn.
You have expressed your confidence.
Remember he is just a man
Alone he can’t work miracles
but with your help perhaps he can
But he needs space and he needs time
to work out the priorities
and what reforms to put in place.
He has inherited a mess
which can’t be put right over night.
It has to be a slow process.
He’s not too proud to seek advice
he knows there’s much he does not know.
Just tinkering will not suffice
You have chosen by majority
to name him as your president
All that remains is wait and see.
If he’s the man the country needs
to show us there’s a better way
Just hope and pray that he succeeds.
He cannot do it on his own
and is entitled to expect
active support from everyone.
Who’s proud to be American
Restore us to our rightful place
amongst the family of man.
5-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pick Up The Pieces of The Mess That's Made
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
You've met the challenge that's been swept.
Don't let this creep into your sleep.
As if a daydreamed lover,
Is a desire you wish to meet.
Get up and beat this need fatiguing.
If you want a peace of mind...
Don't become weakened by routines,
You know should be left behind.
No need to keep this stored and neat,
As if this is sublime.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
You've met the challenge that's been swept.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
And don't have one regret,
This challenge you have met!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defective Beliefs
Doesn't it seem we live in those times,
When the experience of living them...
Has become less mysterious.
Who living amongst us today,
Can honestly admit to say...
They have not a clue of what's going on?
Blatant is the disrespect.
Blatant is corruption and theft.
Blatant are those who have and 'have' not.
And 'who' today can honestly say,
They have not been deceived...
By the keeping of defective beliefs.
To continue to lie to oneself,
Would not be advisable to maintain mental health.
Since to do it would prove total insanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just To Be With You
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
Without You close,
I know I am withdrawn.
At those times I'd rather sit alone...
From sunset until dawn!
The longer I am without You near...
Very little brings me cheer,
In this atmosphere.
I seem to feel the weight,
Of pressures and stress.
I seem to welcome a depression...
I accept and express.
As age descends upon my steps,
I do my best to forgive myself.
And I try,
But that's hard to do!
Then I realize I am without You.
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
When we 'are' together...
There is an absence of regret.
My unhappiness has left.
I feel a peace.
I feel so blessed!
And whatever is next,
On my path You have selected...
May it become clearer to me,
Your 'tests' I should not neglect!
Especially if those challenges,
Are there to correct my steps!
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
I hope our closeness proves to You,
I want to show my loyalty too!
And whenever I find myself subdued?
I feel my best,
Does not impress!
And confessing that 'now to You, My Father!
That's all I really wish to do!
Just to get as close as I can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youthful Steps
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
A few youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty...
Is not a challenge.
What is?
And there is nothing complex about it.
But...
I've discovered that an acceptance,
Of the aging process harnesses for me...
A self respect I did not expect I would enjoy.
I know my comments annoy a lot of old folks.
But I aint trying to stay timeless,
With a hip and with it attitude.
Plus...
I am not living with a wish to have done things,
I did not or could not do.
I've made attempts and will continue.
Although I could,
If I so desired...
To get down and sweat with the best!
But,
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
Youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty?
Is stressful.
And poppa don't want to prove,
I can be an aging fool.
Too many are doing that already.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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