Seeping From the Last of Merit
Can a mess long unaddressed be corrected?
How creative will the undertaking of that task become?
In a place in which reality has been nonexisting...
Who's vision will produce a concrete foundation?
What will it be based upon?
Every institution now has cracks,
Providing versions of inactivity to combat
What currently attacks.
How can anyone defend beliefs,
Seeping from the last of merit.
And pretentions kept have ceased paying any bill.
We live in days when having bad credit...
Is better to accept than having no credit at all!
Those who have played ball at their best,
All their lives AND patriotic...
Have become rejected and placed under investigation!
They have become suspects.
Standing out to bloom...
In a sea of choking weeds.
To become smoked away,
From positions once held in high esteem.
Can a mess long unaddressed be corrected?
How creative will the undertaking of that task become?
No one seems to know.
Too many are far too slow in awakening.
And those with virtue...
Have begun to sever themselves from the waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Easy to Do
I am told,
Since I enjoy writing...
I must find it easy to do!
First of all...
If someone finds something easy to do.
And they brag about it,
Not because what is done is 'liked'.
It is done because they find it easy.
Nothing is easy about writing.
In fact,
Those creative things I enjoy...
I don't find easy at all!
There are too many critiques involved.
Folks constantly expressing their judgements.
And then there are those who have jobs and drink coffee,
All day long to tell someone like me,
I should get a real job!
I was told that one time,
By someone taking a two hour lunch break!
And if it takes me two days to a month,
To complete a task...
I don't take breaks until that task is done.
I can't think of one creative person,
Associated with the economic collapse.
No one I know with discipline...
Has time to feed a greed.
And ultimately,
Those of creative minds will have to mend this mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Escalation of an Infestation
Escalation of an infestation...
Gone unaddressed.
And producing heartbreak,
For those who now confess...
They wish they had not rejected,
For purposes to correct,
What was 'then' a mess.
Chosing denial...
Instead of facing truths
About themselves.
Not realizing only the truth is best!
But today their suffering,
And association with distress...
Leaves those who cared,
Caring a whole lot less!
'Hey...
Don't look at us!
We were the ones,
They ignored and cussed! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Debt Offerings
Yes...
My credit is bad.
It has been for a long time.
But guess what?
Even though I didn't start that trend...
I now feel more American and patriotic than ever!
My credit has been bad for so long...
It has become good with fresh debt offerings!
Visa and Mastercards with applications sent.
With approval guaranteed...
If I should call within 24 hours.
Yes!
Whether or not I am penniless.
And at one time I felt ostracized,
Because I had no credit at all!
And today I've become embraced,
As a true American.
After more than 400 years!
And many stolen inventions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistakes can be corrected by those who pay attention to facts but dogmatism will not be corrected by those who are wedded to a vision.
quote by Thomas Sowell
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Crushed By Invitation
Stunted!
And prepared,
To sink in quicksand.
A rescue sent,
Has been aborted.
Left unaddressed...
Are values gone.
But held as assets!
Held as standards,
Long rusted.
To leave dust and mistrust.
Burning in bitterness.
Yearning just to lust.
Timid without guts.
Busted and medicated.
Screaming with demands.
Ignoring helping hands that come!
Stunted!
And prepared,
To sink in quicksand.
A rescue sent,
Has been aborted.
Left unaddressed...
Are values gone.
But held as assets!
Held as standards,
Long rusted.
Mistrust weighs upon their fate.
No escape awaits.
Burning in bitterness shared.
Drowning in sorrows.
Crushed by invitation!
And hushed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Something Other Than What Is Preached
Give me liberty...
Or something else I can value.
The cost of maintaining my freedom...
Has already achieved for me deepening debt!
Give me a solution.
Or something today that makes more sense...
Than turning on my TV
To watch the media salute crime.
With repeated decadence.
Give me less self righteousness...
From those who profess,
They harbor no racistness.
And yet they do their best...
To leave that smothered to go unaddressed.
Give me honesty and truth.
Even from a pulpit...
These days that is rare!
Give me something other than what is preached!
Something other than what is exposed,
Blatantly on the streets.
Give me something other...
Than lessons that teach evilness and sin!
Give me something other...
Than addicting temptations,
Left at my doorstep to let in!
Give me someone who does 'not' commit a crime...
Does prison time.
And then 'finds' God...
To declare His word to me.
Wanting to preach to me from scriptures...
And that God has 'revealed' to him...
A need I have,
He now 'sees'.
Please! !
Give me something other...
Than a rehabilitation done,
By those who have not sacrificed their lives...
Trying to live a life from the beginning that is right!
Then I will know there is some positivity...
Trying to clean and clear this polluted air!
Choking with a reekness.
To leave masses insane to make claims,
For material gains perceived with deceptions...
That no one with 'insight' is aware of their aims.
Since everything else...
Experienced by those still left with good intentions,
Seems to be a marketing of a recycled mess!
By those on the 'right' denouncing those 'liberal'
Standing on the left!
Leaving no one to accept responsibility.
And those who desire to...
Are treated with much disrespect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatic Has to Be the Reality Faced
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
Especially for the ones who identified,
Their lives and self worth...
With the ability to purchase 'bling',
And other materialistic things.
With money that from them is dwindling.
Traumatic has to be the reality faced,
There is no substitute for truth that can be replaced.
Nor are there those empathetic,
Who have grown accustomed...
To finding their way on the streets to eat and sleep.
And yet those with beliefs they are above all of this,
Find themselves indebted to their beliefs...
They wish to keep.
And...
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
For those who make demands as if...
Their lifestyles can be sustained,
By squeezing them...
From an economy based on credit.
That has exhausted all fantasies,
Once supporting a delusion...
There was no ending that came to a feeding of a feast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Guilt They Accept
He is a creative writer to his readers
As he borrows from the source unknown to them.
A music composer is too like that.
They with guilt accept the credit that comes.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Explain
Explain...
If one with 'good' credit,
Is still paying on debts.
Why is one without any debts at all,
Considered a credit risk?
Or can not achieve a credit rating!
And the one with debts...
Is pursued to go even further in it?
Or at best,
Has a low credit standing!
BUT...
Can achieve even 'more' credit,
IF debts are kept at a minimal amount!
Explain...
The one who can not make a bill payment at all,
Is sought to make 'arrangements'!
And 'this' is a way of life that's loved?
Leaving those unemployed who lose benefits,
To lower unemployment statistics...
Even though they can not find jobs!
And those hopping the fence illegally,
Without documentation
No vested interest.
No signs of reading, writing, speaking
OR understanding the language...
Are offered retirement packages,
WITH health coverage!
And they wonder 'why' wild animals
Are leaving the forest in droves!
Many are seen escorting their young,
To soften the hardest of hearts!
'Look...
There's a wolf attacking our pet dog,
In the backyard!
But...
Aren't those eyes just adorable? '
Explain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Never Knows
One never knows,
What 'truths' are left standing.
When so much depends,
Upon lies...
Told,
And shattered!
One never knows,
If beliefs...
Are myths of schemes.
Or what exists,
Is reality...
One should ponder.
One never knows,
What heartbreaks await them.
Or what it takes,
To escape fear...
Of a life,
Still held dear!
Simple are those days,
Long gone.
With hopes and dreams wished.
Held on to keep them lingered.
Remembering days missed,
And reminisced.
Are like gifts to those who choose them.
Since they seem not to change.
One never knows,
If beliefs...
Are myths of schemes.
Or what exists,
Is reality...
One should ponder.
As they wander!
One never knows,
What heartbreaks await them.
Or what it takes,
To escape fear...
Of a life,
Still held dear!
Simple are those days,
Long gone.
With hopes and dreams wished.
Held on to keep them lingered.
Remembering days missed,
And reminisced.
Are like gifts to those who choose them.
Since they seem to never change.
One never knows,
What 'truths' are left standing.
When so much depends,
Upon lies...
Told,
And shattered!
Although,
This does matter...
To those,
Who choose life...
Just to bloom.
And to grow!
Living a life,
As it is...
Wrong or right.
Who can say...
They,
Really 'know'!
Who lives life as it is...
To say,
They know?
Who can say...
They know?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transfixed By Tricks
They can not quote any significant accomplishment,
He has made for changing a downgrade witnessed.
But They are aware of a downslide,
Allowed by those chosen to prevent a skid.
And reek a havoc
On a lifestyle they alone did.
With excuses to continue to abuse their rights,
For better lives!
So anytime someone says...
They want to put their head on the line,
To reverse their dread...
Gets their attention.
Since the others could care less,
About the mess they have made...
That has gone unaddressed.
However...
They still praise their gains,
With an attempt to drive all insane.
And have dragged many down the drain,
With claims...
This is done in the best of their interests!
Somehow this conflicts,
With a people awaiting for change.
And they have grown restless...
After awakening from being transfixed by tricks.
And tired of those with 'experience' who have done this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Task
If I say that I can then I know that I will
Or I will do the best that I can
I will try to prevail, where others had fail
At the job or task that I had began.
The work that I do or the task I accept
It will become the job that must be done
It I will try to complete, as that of any job or feat
As I will always finish what I have begun.
I will not ignore the task that I have undertaken
It will become my objective and my pride
I will do my best, just like the rest
And from that work I shall never hide.
If I say that I can then I know that I must
As I have given my word and my oath
The task will be finished, my ethics replenished
And never will I brag or boast.
When finished I will move to my very next task
With a determination and a blistered hand
My mind will be ready, my nerves will be steady
Because if I know that I will, I know that I can.
RANDY L.McCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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Ghetto Dressed
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before venturing on so large an undertaking as is involved in the task I had set myself I consulted a number of distinguished scholars as to the desirability of such a series.
quote by James Loeb
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The whole universe is carried on on the credit system, and if the mutual confidence on which it is based were to collapse, it must itself collapse immediately. Just or unjust, it lives by faith; it is based on vague and impalpable opinion that by some inscrutable process passes into will and action, and is made manifest in matter and in flesh: it is meteoric — suspended in mid-air; it is the baseless fabric of a vision so vast, so vivid, and so gorgeous that no base can seem more broad than such stupendous baselessness, and yet any man can bring it about his ears by being over-curious; when faith fails, a system based on faith fails also. Whether the universe is really a paying concern, or whether it is an inflated bubble that must burst sooner or later, this is another matter. If people were to demand cash payment in irrefragable certainty for everything that they have taken hitherto as paper money on the credit of the bank of public opinion, is there money enough behind it all to stand so great a drain even on so great a reserve?
quote by Samuel Butler
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I Had A Poem/But It Was Not Perfect
I HAD A POEM/ BUT IT WAS NOT PERFECT
I had a poem
But it was not perfect
I corrected it
And lost it
I corrected it again
And lost it again
I lost it and lost it
And corrected it and corrected it.
Finally it was a poem sort of
But not the poem I began with
And not the poem I wanted
And not the poem I loved
It was a poem
Which made the best of what was
When it knew
At its beginning
There was something better.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Credit In The Straight World
And I will awake
Your highness- Im so high I cannot walk
And I will awake
You cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetals dree
My bitter [ ] legless caress
Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world, wont you try?
I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world you will die
Its the credit in the straight world
Leave your money when you die
Lots of credit in the straight world gets you high
I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world, you will die
song performed by by Hole
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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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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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