Selective Relativity
It's all selective relativity.
If someone decides,
They like something preferred...
They ensure it becomes 'preferred'.
And that which is deemed superior in quality,
May never get a nibble.
Especially from those who have a preference,
For that which for them...
Expresses the best in tastelessness.
Remember...
Persuasion has been the key,
In the spreading of all decadence.
With a long lasting blinding acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For the rulers to note
Peace is preferred to liberty.
Safety is preferred to prosperity.
Justice is preferred to charity.
The rulers must know these.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There Should Be Consideration Given
One can choose to read.
Rate to leave,
Or not!
That does not obligate.
Or necessitate demands to make.
Requests are made and extended.
And even in the doing of such deeds,
There should be consideration given...
To those who have preferences.
And often...
One who expresses a preference,
Is compliant to what that definition implies...
Something that is preferred.
Not suggested.
Or sought in random.
And rarely not solicited,
If this is not an action wished!
And still...
STILL,
Many just don't get it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The very existence of government at all, infers inequality. The citizen who is preferred to office becomes the superior to those who are not, so long as he is the repository of power, and the child inherits the wealth of the parent as a controlling law of society.
quote by James F. Cooper
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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Protect 'Your' Interests
My fellow Americans.
And those of preferred hyphenations.
Listen up!
This is your commander speaking.
It has been brought to my attention,
Many of you have become disgruntled.
Upset!
By the direction I have chosen,
To stir this vessel of imperfection.
However...
This needs clarity.
And many of you have been begging for just that!
As a reminder to those of selective memories.
Not too long ago,
There were those who had jumped ship.
Remember they selfishly pocketed?
With blatant greed and thoughtlessness.
To leave you shocked and dismissed.
Remember it!
Now they secretly wish to return,
As if I am not the one...
Who desires to protect 'your' interests.
You know what a bull does,
When it squats?
Keep that image!
And forget it not!
Remember it.
And don't let your memories stop!
The many of you wishing to review,
Your heartfelt empathies?
Have only one choice.
Accept the truth!
Since it is too late for your to leave.
Snap out of it!
You have no idea,
How tough it has been...
To keep your ridiculous delusions afloat!
On a boat I'm guiding through these stormy seas,
Just on faith and principle.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cutting Edge
As long as my work is edited...
To ensure by those who censor,
I say nothing to offend anyone...
They may believe is totally oblivious,
To a reality that affects...
Their pretentiously kept delusions,
They will meet and decide by voting...
If my written submissions as described,
Should be considerd...
Cutting edge!
And that determines...
Who amongst them have actually,
Spent anytime outside and beyond...
Their own comfort zones.
Many do not travel too far,
To ensure an innocence represented..
Thrives to keep some minds stunted.
Even though the majority of the people,
Have long been forced to do so...
With an eviction from these zones,
For most of their lives.
And find that a censorship...
Athough at these times lived ridiculous,
Should be applied to an acceptance...
Of a decadence that is marketed successfully!
But, of course...
That is a reflection of their lives as lived,
Valued as standards they publicly deny.
Yes it is hypocritical...
However,
It is what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get-That-Thing-On-The-Victim
Who cares which one is better suited...
Has more stage presence,
And is preferred to apply a much needed touniqet?
The victim has been sedated!
Medicated for years.
And has been in a failing state of delusion!
The blood once dripping.
From a scratch denied that was done...
Has begun to gush!
Life and the quality of it...
Slips from the unconscious lips,
Of this patient!
Who cares which one is better suited...
Has more stage presence,
And is preferred to apply a much needed touniqet?
Who gives a flippidy doo da dee...
Whether he is black with a Harvard degree!
Or she is white?
An ex-president's wife.
And might wear combat boots in her bedroom?
'Get-that-thing-on-the-victim'
Alr eady the smell and stench of it...
Has reached the streets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amazing Those Possibilities Uncovered
How do I deal with my issues?
Head on.
That's easy for me.
And cost effective.
Than to pretend my life is free...
Of obstacles.
In some sort of protective net.
Hidden as if I can be selective.
As if my life is free of taking risks.
Only to expose those 'risks' taken,
As if they are preferred friends.
Later to discover I had been dismissed.
To start a long journey all over again.
And I've never been close to deception.
I've learned to inspect every step I take.
To reveal to myself what is real and what is fake.
Nor do I live with delusions.
I use to welcome them with a wish to want more.
But I've found that too high of a price to pay.
And today...
Seeing things as they are,
Has shorten my need...
To make long acceptance speeches.
With impressions of my abilities.
Eyes would widen in disbelief.
And,
Since I do not receive those invitations anymore...
No one has a clue or an idea,
How much that has been a relief.
And none of that did I had to beg or borrow.
Or seek approval from anyone,
To choose my own atmosphere...
With fresh air to deeply breathe.
Acknowledging the significance of the Sun.
It is amazing what dealing with one's own issues,
Can bring.
It is amazing those possibilities uncovered one sees,
In the welcoming that restores a mind set free.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cemented To Their Perceptions
You say you've been picked to be probed and monitored?
Not too many can say that.
There must be something you have,
Wishing to be cloned to steal and duplicate.
Or appreciate as an appetizer.
Maybe it is the warmth you generate from your personality!
Stop laughing.
There are those who remain fixed as if cemented,
To their perceptions.
Who knows how one decides what is preferred.
Well...
Hopefully there is a mutual entertainment of deeds going on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon the principles of reason, the good of many is preferable to the good of a few or of one; a lasting good is to be preferred before a temporary, the public before the private.
quote by Mary Astell
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Siege
Your love threw me
In the land of wonders.
It took me by surprise
From my neck
While I was
At my preferred café,
At my preferred table,
While I was teasing my poems,
While my poems were teasing me.
I forgot my preferred café
And I forgot my preferred table
I forgot my poems
I forgot whom I was teasing
And who was teasing me.
.
Your love surprised me
While I was reading my hand
For luck
And fate.
I forgot my hand,
I forgot my luck,
And I forgot my fate.
Your love invaded me
the same way a tsunami
Invaded the moon
In its ecliptic wedding
With the sun.
I woke up weak
Thirsty,
And thirty million light years faraway
From my birth galaxy.
I forgot the moon,
I forgot the sun,
I forgot the wedding
And I forgot my birth galaxy.
Your love surprised me
Like the Christ surprised the ancient world
I forgot Christ
And I forgot the ancient world.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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It Could Only Mean One Thing
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
That one could addendum what has been done,
For some is a preference.
And is a preference someone else dictates,
Really a 'preference' one independently makes?
Or is it just easier to accept to later throw away?
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
And if it seems I intentionally attempt to attract attention...
Well...
I'll put it this way,
If one is doing what one wishes to do...
And if this should attract attention?
It could only mean one thing.
Some find it difficult to do what it is they choose,
Without getting approval or feeling accepted.
And...
Well,
A seeking of acceptance hasn't done a thing to improve...
The quality of life that has been devalued as 'approved'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot Persuasion
You know you light my candle
You know you load my gun
Youre way too hot to handle
Theres nothing we aint done
Give me your love
Give me that hot persuasion
I cant get enough
Give me that hot persuasion
Give it to me!
Mouth full of hot persuasion
You face me upside down
A love for all occasions
You wont catch me foolin aroung
Give me your love
Give me that hot persuasion
I cant, cant get enough
Give me that hot persuasion
I need to know youre near me
I need you by my side
You keep my tank on empty
You keep me up all night
Give me your love
Give me that hot persuasion
Oh, cant get enough
Give me that hot persuasion
Give me your hot persuasion
I cant get enough, get enough
Ive done hot persuasion
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Shut The Rut Up
Shut the rut up.
Why stay stuck in it,
As if it is preferred?
Is it deserved?
You dwell on it as if it is.
Shut that rut up.
Leave it to disappear.
Are you that familiar with it?
Has it for you become endeared?
And what is it you wish I do?
Express a contentment in it like you?
I'll give you just a few more moments of my time.
Then without expressing any empathy to leave,
You and that rut you love will instantly be removed...
From my mind to be left behind.
I'm not into the rut loving business.
Shut the rut up.
Why stay stuck in it,
As if it is preferred?
Is it deserved?
You dwell on it as if it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Key
There comes a time in one's life,
When silence becomes the preferred company.
Joined by a peace of mind invited.
Providing what has been needed,
To have gone unrecognized as if in disguise...
Fo so long.
Feeling whole and complete...
Is the key that unlocks a happiness released.
And to feel whole AND complete...
Can not be replaced by 'things' one seeks.
With a doing of what one pleases,
Feels so good.
It is nice in one's life,
When silence becomes invited.
And stays as one's preferred company.
With a peace that can not be described.
To slice with a taste of it day and night,
Feels so good.
'Excuse me.
It is time for my slice of peace.
And I can't afford to miss it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Forgetting About Preferences
I remember once having a preference for dogs.
But now I have a preference for cats.
I remember being attracted to those I fantasized.
But I knew in my mind...
My delusions kept would not realize that.
I remember being in love,
With those I met to fall head over heels.
And I remember being wounded,
With my heart broken too!
None of that stayed with me to appeal.
But if anyone believes I still do what I use to...
Would be quite surprise how I have adapted,
To a life that now attracts only happiness...
With a forgetting about preferences I 'once' had,
Not to dwell upon to be remembered...
About who was good at doing what, where and when.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Prefer the Pound
I remembered being married.
Now I am happily divorced.
I don't recall wishing this bliss.
Or when I preferred pound cake,
Over one called Death by Chocolate.
But I have learned,
Not to touch chocolate
Without backup or guard.
It is hard breaking free of habits that decay.
Even when it's inviting...
Nothing guarantees an addiction,
Will not kill ambition.
Some escape with slight healing bruises!
Others are beaten into the ground!
That's why I prefer the pound,
When it is around and I can taste it!
Nibble and leave...
That's my philosophy I'm feeding me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sneaky Indiscretions
This is not too crazy to be true today,
To hear someone say...
Those who love the taste of fried chicken,
In a franchise selling this deliciousness.
Would probably be served respectfully,
IF...
It was determined by the management,
Those who came to pay...
With an anticipation of getting their fingers licked.
Should not be overtly practicing homosexuality
Or displaying their preferences with limp wrists.
As to not disturb those with values more conservative.
And...
Who are more discreet with their sneaky indiscretions.
Since a sneaking to cheat and sleep around,
Is an act that is preferred and deemed more acceptable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delusions Of Grandeur
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
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The Enigmatic Eddy
Undoing intricate complexities
one feels disoriented and lost
Panaceas past proffered,
now one's sensibilities does accost
A savior amongst sundry,
but himself who needs redeemed
The one indulging in self adversity,
joys for all forever deemed
Subsistence got compartmentalized
With solitude got conferred
Contrary proved the awards,
from what one would have preferred
Glimmer in distance beckons
with some mysterious kind of sign
The destination is where all aspirations
eventually converge and align
poem by Sunny Chopra
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