Selected Popularity
It relates to one's taste.
A selected popularity,
Along with a marketing that takes place.
Quick fads and that which has potential to last,
Requires a quality that time gives it.
And how it fits in one's environment.
One's perception of what is popular,
May evolve from a custom that has been updated.
And this becomes associated with time,
That eventually places a value to popularize.
And raises the price of the money spent.
A similar analogy can be applied to human beings.
It doesn't matter where an originality has been taken,
To forge or plagiarize with precise manipulation.
What matters is its presentation.
And who is accustomed to being fed,
On a series of reproductive mediocrity delivered.
With attempts to disguise,
A copying done from masters of their crafts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artificial Flavoring
Well...
It has come down to this.
We would like your opinion.
And...
What it is you think.
We'd like for you to be candid with us.
'I'll do the best I can.
What do I think?
About what? '
About priorities.
And what others seem to have placed,
At the top of their lists.
'That's very difficult for me to respond.
You see...
I am accustomed to quality.
And not the artificial flavoring of anything,
Rated to give it popularity.
It is as it appears.
And what appears represents,
Where current mindsets feel...
They can accept as most comfortable.'
So you are not going to respond to our inquiry,
Legitimately?
'How can I do that responsibly?
When what has been selected,
To represent fine wine...
Clearly doesn't merit the taste,
Of a homemade beer.'
You 'sound' as if there are some sour grapes,
You wish to exchange...
To replace personal feelings.
'How is that going to make that beer taste,
Any better? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eventually, I believe, current attempts to understand the mind by analogy with man-made computers that can perform superbly some of the same external tasks as conscious beings will be recognized as a gigantic waste of time.
quote by Thomas Nagel
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Preferring to Complain, Eat, Play Games and Sleep
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
With attempts made to improve their lives...
Very few of them even bother.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
Perceiving to 'do' is 'to' follow through and receive.
Setting the example,
Is likened to biting into a pail of nails.
In some places...
Where folks are accustomed to applauding failure.
And setbacks are welcomed by those laying the traps!
It seems to happen to those,
In acceptance of themselves.
Believing they can do anything!
And accomplish like no one else.
No matter what the circumstances.
People like this seem to have a determination.
Like flowers reappearing to dare to bloom brighter,
Every Spring!
As if to prove a point that is made.
Regardless of what the naysayers bring to the table.
These folks seem to qualify their own abilities!
Since to accomplish means to them...
What one does with one's mind.
Not a place to find where this can be done.
Or seek to fulfill a mediocrity,
Like everyone in an environment...
Where excuses are made.
And alibis the 'disease'.
And a thought process for many,
Seems to have stalled in potential.
Surrounded by an abundance of it.
To proclaim!
But the potential has yet to become essential.
It's just in conversation to exclaim.
With a doing of it yet given an opportunity to use.
And those seen in pursuit...
Are immediately sought to ridicule and abuse!
Yes this 'is' sick!
And done daily by vocal nitwits!
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
And ironically...
This activity one has sought to pursue,
Isn't that unique!
But a work ethic applied to tasks to complete...
Seems oddly a challenge many unaccepting.
As seen by those who roam on urban streets.
Many have come to fear to dislike and not endear...
The definition of work or the time spent to sacrifice.
Mention this...
And they will soon disappear!
But adopting quick to devisive devices...
No one fears this at all!
Preferring to complain...
Eat, play games and sleep.
With a shopping stop made,
Daily at a local mall.
Like an expected routine.
Kept as sacred,
As the connection of life has to breath.
No matter if the act of that...
Has least importance than one's credit.
'They seem to take a lot for granted here.
Don't they? '
~I have no idea.
Do they?
I have things to do to get done.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declaring Something Popular
Declaring someone or something popular,
Invites the critics like flies...
To a horse's tail.
Like one's urgent need,
To use an available toilet.
When people seeking to smear,
That which they can not stomach...
When a popularity has been endeared.
Why?
Jealousy, envy.
And a need to compensate,
For those nagging insecurities that hide...
Unmentioned latent dreams of getting attention,
For anything done they do.
No matter what it is.
All they seek to be is popular.
With a making of attempts,
To diminish the popularity...
Of that which has been declared.
And the evidence of that is everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity Bestowed
To declare someone or a thing done,
As popular...
Is a point of view.
Like a fad one embraces,
Until the taste of it is replaced...
By something else considered fresh,
And updated.
In some schools these 'labels' given,
Hold true too.
With a giving of attention...
To a uniqueness that is mentioned.
That others may attempt to replicate.
But when something is determined by some,
To become popular...
Others may perceive that a popularity bestowed,
May go to one's head to marinate to stay.
To carry around without sleep.
With a thought of this believed.
To be accepted as received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunned
Realities and their concepts,
Have been so distorted.
Even revealing their falsities...
Many can not just abort them.
Trauma and tragedies of epic proportions...
Descend upon mentalities,
Making attempts to absorb the enormity.
An immensity crowds their densities.
And the presence of God,
Does not enter into their consciousness.
Those unbelieving can not accept...
This Earth is not their creation.
And The Almighty is a rumor at best.
Although every conceivable 'natural' test...
Has been applied by Mother Nature,
To put their insignificance at rest!
And yet this evolution upon them takes hold.
A change so drastic has indeed begun.
Before their eyes this takes hold.
Leaving them with no place to hide.
And certainly from themselves...
They will try,
But can not run.
Stunned are those of hollowed faith!
Stunned is a quality of life that comes...
To become for them replaced.
Stunned are the ones,
Accustomed to use rascism as their taste!
And left undone is a reality...
To crumble until it humbles.
Until everyone respects with grace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flavor and The Taste Of What One Awaits
Those discouraged to grow and flourish,
Will reflect upon the environment represented.
And those who bemoan these conditions,
With no participation given to reverse these affects...
Will discover the senselessness of playing catchup,
When the very basic connection of life has been missed.
There has to be a consistent conscious effort,
Applied constantly...
From a naturalness that thrives and exists.
Or it is not going to happen no matter who insists,
What needs to be strickly enforced...
When that effort of daily discipline,
Has all but been dismissed from the mix of this!
Can a cake be made without flour,
Sugar.
Butter or heat?
Procrastination with impatience to achieve great expectations,
Is similar to plagiarising efforts made by another...
But finding it difficult to sustain an originality gained and maintained.
With a hope no one notices a brilliance introduced,
Is missing and has been as time marches on!
The flavor and the taste of what one awaits is gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking For Romance
I can not say,
My fantasies are yours.
Or portray in roleplay,
Fits of passion...
Quick and not delayed!
I am quite flattered...
It doesn't matter
What I do!
Or how it is done
Whatever I do to you!
But I do care about being used...
And discarded as an experiment,
Thrown away when you are through!
Me?
I like the comfort,
Of discovering something new!
And having it stay around with me a while...
Knowing there's no test or trial to defile in denial!
The purchase that I make...
Will keep a smile on my face!
I'm not a shop hopper,
For fads that fade or fail to keep in style!
I'm looking for romance.
Not a one night fling for a quick bed dance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Check, Please!
Those who believe,
A quality obtained...
Can be kept and yet replace,
Those who initiated that quality to please...
In the first place.
With a keeping of the same taste expected,
Fool only themselves.
It takes much more than a replacement to restore,
That which has been established...
Patrons served came to adore.
And the ones who ignore this,
Know very little about 'their' business!
But a lesson learned that is earned...
Eventually teaches.
'Excuse me...
But,
Is your chef on vacation? '
The one we admired for his presentation? '
~No we've replaced that chef.
We could not meet his demands or expectations!
And frankly...
His arrogance we could no longer accept.
We paid him his worth.~
'I see.
May we have our checks, please? '
~Would you like to select something else from the menu? ~
'Why?
Would that change the ambiance?
You've already destroyed that,
By taking our preferences for granted.
Check, please! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's Inside!
it does not matter
whether you're Christian,
Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem,
or atheist by choice...
we are all born human!
with the potential to be...
fully human!
we have choices everyday....
what we do with our time,
our will, our feelings, our actions...
determines what we really are...
it doesnt matter so much about labels...
what matters is what's inside!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Before The Making of a Dollar
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.
To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.
However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bright Sunny Day
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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It May Not Be In Good Taste
A manipulation of space...
Is performed with decisions made,
Who will or will not...
Occupy it,
With an influence to make.
It is like a game of marketing,
To sell a product to feed.
It may not be as nutritious as others,
But an attention given to it...
Is definitely guaranteed.
A manipulation of space...
Is performed with decisions made,
Who will or will not...
Occupy it,
With an influence to make.
The same is applied,
To those who supply what becomes demanded.
It may not be in good taste.
However...
A repetition solicits a need with no limits.
And it may not be what the people wish.
But if a rating is given to it...
Whatever it is will be on everyone's lips.
With an unresisted craving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The election in Iraq clearly demonstrates that Iraqi people are like people everywhere. They desire to create a future in an environment that is safe and allows them to reach their full potential as human beings, whatever that potential may be.
quote by John Ensign
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Mediocrity At My Best
If there is something,
Anything...
That you would like me to do,
For you.
Do not perceive my time as being available,
At the dropp of a hat.
Last minute situations?
I do not rush to prepare for that.
That may be 'your' custom.
And it shows in what you produce.
However...
Anything anyone gets from me,
Has a quality that time, thought and effort...
Creates!
I'm not one to deliver,
Mediocrity at my best!
And I know my response to your request,
Upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheapened Craft Master (Proud and Quite Polished)
Quality once meant,
The difference between attention given...
To a service and product produced with love.
And not created to duplicate the earning,
Of a quick buck.
That is shoved into one's pocket.
Or the cussing out of someone precious.
Some determine the eye can be deceived.
Just like a lie is told over and over...
To have another believe.
And passed on to someone else to receive.
And there is no stopping it.
Once fixed and redefined.
Like a knock off design or one's taste,
For a fine wine.
To be given a quick diminishing overtime.
Like one who drips with quick lip...
As a substitute for what is hidden.
With dulled minds finding,
Even in mediocrity...
Pleasures have their satisfactions.
'Where are these fads and fashions heading? '
Cheapened craft master...
A genius of replication without depth to share.
Or a task that is reached to achieve better,
Than what appears.
And sparing little patience,
To appreciate originality.
And who cares about that?
The fact attached to manufacturing.
Or the work involved it takes 'that' to be...
Appreciated for what it is.
Or had been...
Before a peeling began to show,
A rusting that begins to grow.
Flawed up to become neglected.
Whether that is done to a piece that hangs...
Or the luring of someone to screw,
With a tainted point of view that's sold.
To be given its proper disrespect due.
And done with someone's approval.
With an anticipated expectation.
Of course denied but kept obvious.
The cheapened craft master,
Uses techniques that are bold and quite uniquely...
Craved,
By those who can say they possess...
To impress the ones obsessed by images.
Like those dissatisfied in relationships.
Who stay stuck and stick to stubborn beliefs...
They can not have better.
Like the eating of a piece of meat,
Just to do it because it is served.
With a disregard for preference,
One respectfully deserves.
'Once you can afford it your way...
Do it.
Or leave it where it is.
In these days and times...
There are few choices to be made! '
Quality once meant,
The difference between attention given...
To a service and product produced with love.
And kept proud and quite polished.
Knowing 'why' it remains to be valued.
With a love that goes unquestioned.
And today that is rare.
~I'm afraid to ask for something there,
That may be well done.
That's how I like it! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yeah! I Can See How It All Relates
Why are the children unsupervised?
And finding it easy to commit so much crime?
Not to mention the lack of discipline,
Even their parents are finding it excusable...
To allow and permit their vacant minds.
'Sssshhh!
Will you stop with that.
There are still many asleep in denial.
They will use the customary defense,
Your point of view neglects to mention...
All the positive aspects,
Of their time spent in the newer prisons...
Offering updated rehabilitation programs,
To broaden their values...
Society then approves as accepted common sense.'
Yeah! You're right.
I see now how it all relates.
I have been too harsh with my assessments.
Thank you for reminding me of how much I've aged.
'No problem.
It took me time to adjust too.'
Yeah! I can see how it all relates.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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