Selected a Collected Vote
The environment,
And what has been chosen...
To exist within it,
Has been done with acknowledgement.
Decisions were made.
Approvals were consented.
Priorities and agendas,
Were by those conscious who directed...
An implemented that cemented!
And for the ones who now protest...
A way of life,
That upsets their expectations...
Can not claim they played follow the leader,
With closed eyes.
As they selected a collected vote,
To ensure and with dates their own isolation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Expectations Come To Go
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
Who can look at someone,
And judge what's next?
Who knows what steps taken,
Who be the ones 'that' someone elects?
And who knows what's best for anyone to get done?
Only the one on a path that is chosen...
Can detect what to expect.
From a life lived inspired by tests.
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
And only those with their eyes wide open,
Know better than those who have their eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passionately Irate
In my own acquiescence,
I passively consented...
To those activities,
I could have easily prevented.
I've relied too long on documents,
To uphold my sentiments.
And although no one seems,
To be protecting my interests...
Do I have the right,
To protest in argument?
And why if I should do this...
Will I be regarded as a rebel?
With evil intent!
Should I care,
Since I alone have chosen to speak out...
In my own defense.
With no regard as to who is offended.
Upon realizing I have been misrepresented!
And this I seek to face,
To ensure an embracing of it has ended.
In my own acquiescence,
I passively consented...
To those activities,
I could have easily prevented.
Is it too late...
To save my fate in debate?
Or should I wait impatiently...
Like the others who have become,
Mentally disturbed and passionately irate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Directed Evil Is Expected To Be Feared
What is baffling about this whole process,
Is the time spent listening to those complain...
That the ones they have chosen to despise,
And selected to be their opponents...
Are not playing fair.
And have taken their positions as victims...
To levels that benefit them to an advantage.
They actually seem to mock those who pride their hatred.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
Why can't those who have been selected to be despised,
Just go away and coil in despair?
But no!
They seem to be relishing in the idea of it.
And have chosen instead,
To traumatize the very ones...
Who are doing their best,
To perfect their hatred against them.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Of Yours Have Been Occupants
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Finding fault with accusations.
To free yourself from grief,
To experience bliss.
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
You did not just reappear,
Out of thin air.
You made your decisions.
And in your head,
Thoughts of yours...
Have been occupants there!
If...
The finding of fault with accusations,
Will free you from feeling grief...
To experience bliss?
Know this...
There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
And that would be the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Know this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of A Much Higher 'Trip
A preference fixed as a choice to remain,
Glued to misguidance and delusion...
With an accepting of it,
Has its consequences to pay for those...
Aware and conscious of this.
A permanance slips of a life held tightly,
In one's grip...
As if preferences selected will redirect truth,
To not exist as it skips gleefully away...
As other tricks are pulled from a bag of myths,
To hypnotize until it fades...
Even for the ones sound aslepp does not exist.
Especially for those perceiving they have been chosen,
With gifts to speak in 'tongues'.
This life today lived as is...
Has shifted quickly.
And it is futile to fight against an experience,
Of a much higher 'trip.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing With Valued Lessons Taught
Why are there those now in opposition,
Towards the very ideals...
They themselves have implemented.
And claim to have wished protected,
From others threatening...
With extremist attitudes,
To take away their prized interests.
And why should their protests be off limits,
To children?
Aren't they the ones,
Whose futures depend on...
Knowing with valued lessons taught,
Who to despise and criticize...
Those who envy their fortunate lives.
No one seems to protest,
Against excuses used to deceive.
Or fight for an honesty that should exist,
But doesn't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Pleases
If it pleases...
Anyone is invited,
To say and speak
That which is on their mind.
Tongues of these,
Have been declared to be
Censorship free.
And acceptable.
Those who think pose threats.
And they may or may not upset,
The ones who protect themselves...
In safety zones condoned.
And yet...
A comprehension is expected.
Requests to understand perspectives,
Are solicited and collected.
And those choices selected are made.
To leave decisions made pleased.
In a climate made easier for explanations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnified Chrystal Balling
Boys play.
And in play...
A bravado is accepted.
And willfully on constant display.
With a show of fearlessness shown,
By the one selected and chosen to lead.
And that one accustomed to getting things done,
Has to express independence and confidence.
Sometimes at the risk of exposing a humanness.
And achieving less than those observing,
From the sidelines expect.
When doubts about direction begin to be expressed.
This upsets,
Those with victories to achieve on their breaths.
Tight lipped bravery is what arnchair warriors respect.
But emotions one dares to expose on one's sleeve,
Contradicts a magnified Chyrstal balling.
Appalling those wishing to see,
Confetti and cheering with smiles in magazines.
'Has he been up to the task,
Is all that matters.
Who amongst you have dug the ditches,
Or crawled through trenches...
To affect expectations? '
Boys play.
And in play...
A bravado is accepted.
And willfully on constant display.
With a show of fearlessness shown,
By the one selected and chosen to lead.
In play!
War...
Or in peace to keep unthreatened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foolish Rush to Pass Our Judgements
Wouldn't it be great,
If we could reach back in time...
And replace our decisions made.
With a clarity now so obvious,
That what was chosen to dismiss...
And the 'who' and the 'why'
For our foolish rush,
To pass our judgements...
Have no intentions to express an empathy.
None to be received in our direction.
The pain,
Is unbearable!
Isn't it?
Now many of us sit with feelings,
Of fading arrogance.
While realizing an ignorance displayed,
With horrific public temperments...
As if self centered children!
And fuming with such viciousness,
Consciously directed to 'that'
Which unknowingly to 'us' had our backs.
That are now up against the wall.
As some choose to wear Foster Grants,
To hide the tears falling from their eyes.
And those who knew of our activities done,
Now shun 'us'!
With a wish not to look in our direction.
Those kind of lessons learned forever scar.
Leaving the ones who have chosen to masquerade,
In the wrong parades selected...
To flaunt irreplaceable misdeeds.
Pleading for an opportunity,
To correct what has been done!
And anyone who has ever done this before,
Knows how difficult it is...
To retrieve and collect thrown confetti!
The quality of it with a freshness maintained,
Will never be the same.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See Them On The Weekends
Who selected what you wear...
And helped you dress this morning?
'What kind of question is that?
I make those decisions myself! '
Who selected where you shop?
Dine and entertain your whims?
When you have them?
'What are you getting at?
Is there a point to be made here? '
Sooo...
You will agree,
If you are influenced to do anything...
It will be a choice you make?
'Sure...
Everyone does that.'
Then why are so many people,
Blaming others for their problems?
IF they are making their own decisions.
And where they are in life by choice!
'Well...
Some folks have legitimate gripes.'
I know!
I see them on the weekends,
Packing the malls...
And spreading their girth on the sidewalks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow The Leader
Remember the game we used to play?
We played while in school.
We played it with friends.
It was called 'Follow The Leader'
The leader would show you the way.
We followed along and did what he did.
He jumped. We jumped.
He clapped. We clapped.
He ran. We ran.
He snapped. We snapped.
And as you followed you knew
you were still in the game but then grew.
You stopped the game or did you?
Are you still a follower in all you do?
Some are born leaders and some are not.
So now what we have is a sorry lot
of folks leadin' the way
into deceit and moral decay.
It's time to wake up.
Get off the bandwagon
with its popular way to go.
That childhood game of 'Follow The Leader'
will never allow you to grow.
I've never believed in following the leader.
It's a dangerous thing to do.
For the road they are taking and traveling
may not be good to pursue.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Leave A Selected Few Believing
People are trying to understand,
The process of life and death.
With a more comprehension,
To help ease their demands.
And expectations that can be anticipated...
With an acceptance projected to instill interest.
.
But to what are they comparing,
This process of life to?
Since no one can say,
They have the facts that exist.
And can reveal them to prove!
Although destruction of it,
Has been permitted as witnessed.
Life is to be lived as is given unconditionally.
Not to be created unsuccessfully...
Through the use of test tubes.
With a dismissing of this 'majesticness'...
For a foolish marketing of eternal mortality!
To leave a selected few believing,
A 'forever' in a changing Universe is in their reach!
And they have been chosen as 'special' entities.
For a bliss to live in their concept of perfectness.
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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I'll Stay Your Favorite Dessert
I can count on you,
To follow my every move.
As if a stalking of the Sun,
Is being done.
And I am selected to be the one,
Exposed to your eyes...
When the dawn comes.
At high noon...
I feel you've chosen me to munch.
As if there to be your lunch,
To nourish.
And at Sunset,
There you are...
Encouraging me to be delicious.
And if it's your wish...
I'll stay your favorite dessert.
Craved anytime of the day.
It will be made available.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Management manages by making decisions and by seeing that those decisions are implemented.
quote by Harold S. Geneen
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Without Strings Attached
By the time most have decided,
To appreciate what to them comes...
Without strings attached,
It has already been enjoyed by someone,
Not examining in hesitation...
Discussing how it is wrapped.
And the color of it to match expectations,
To ensure what is given provides benefits.
And then to protest what has been given,
Is too limited to suit one's preference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Is Why This Is Done For You
If I could say this another way...
Then that way would have been chosen.
And then you would miss this way I've selected.
Eliminating my anticipation,
For you to correct it!
And that is why this way is directed...
Only to you.
To touch in those places,
I trust is just for us.
That is why this is done,
For you like I do with a choice I choose.
With a comprehension that is clear...
You expect from me my best!
And nothing less will you accept.
Even though I do believe...
You wish for me to get 'some' rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Leader
A good leader
is the one
who will lead his people
not to war
but to a better life.
When I say
a better life
it's a life
where hunger
does not exist,
education and medication
is of reach.
So a leader
who could lead his people
to a better life
is the leader
whom I will salute
for he is the only leader
whom I will call
a good leader.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Sporting Of Distortions
The sporting of distortions,
And the inappropriateness of this usage...
Implemented.
Has created a disproportionate number,
Of those imbalanced to perceive themselves...
Capable of disregarding for all what is believed,
By many to be the best.
With a protesting done against that,
Which had one time been proclaimed to have benefits.
And with their approval to keep intact,
But today they have chosen to detest their own decisions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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