Set Into Motion
Methods of discrediting,
For the purpose to diminish one's influence...
Aren't methods easily detected,
But nonetheless applied as reminders.
I remember the first time I was told I was a 'minority'.
And I guess I reacted as if unaffected.
Because it seemed as if it became someone's duty,
To imply my life was restricted to limitations.
And when I scoffed at this...
That's when insults and blatant disrespect began.
Everyone I knew got into the act!
People taught their children to be disgusting.
Even thinking them cute when they began to cuss.
And...
I prepared myself for little Johnnie to say something to me.
Something derogatory.
'please don't let that little boy be that crazy.
Please Father God,
Remove images I should not have out of my mind.'
Visions of sitting in prison...
Locked behind bars for the rest of my life,
Kept me from smacking the hell out of Johnnie.
When it becamed noticeable I was being provoked...
I took deep breaths.
Or choked from smoking too many cigarettes.
Something to maintain a self control.
Or disguised as one.
Gender benders became the rage.
And if someone was not weird or strange...
Lesbian or homosexual,
By Sunset?
It was a bet to be won they were going to be pegged,
As 'something' or someone freaky.
And the following day,
Confirmations were all over the place.
Of course. I exaggerate.
But that's the way it seemed.
And folks wonder why today is so crazed.
I don't!
This was set into motion!
Now people today who thought
Having 'things' would give them reason for living...
Look like zombies that should be leashed.
Or at least caged.
Life from them has been sucked by mortgage payments.
Credit cards and bad credit scores.
And they are nothing but whores...
Of a disposable culture!
To allow oneself to become like this,
Without charging a fee?
To me is despicable.
And you can call me anything you want.
Not a dread on my head will be cut.
Methods of discrediting,
For the purpose to diminish one's influence...
Aren't methods easily detected,
But nonetheless applied as reminders.
And you know what?
I am glad I have been reminded,
Of my 'insignificance'.
Since I am 'thrilled' I had nothing to do with this mess!
And my mind has been protected from trying to help.
I used to be one of those 'unity' for all people.
With a sacrificial understanding.
Until I awakened and found my peace of mind.
And I would not hesitate to kill,
If that was threatened to be taken away.
And I thank God that is 'almost' impossible!
I say 'almost' because these days I love to tease.
And some folks at the edge of jumping off the ledge...
Would not understand I am only having fun,
When I suggest to them to jump!
People have a tendency not to keep their focus.
God is good.
AND...
All the time!
But...
One has to 'live' to know that!
Ahhhmen?
Ahhhmen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Heard Those Old Stories Told
'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
I've heard those old stories told,
About what folks have done...
To make my life easy and comfortable.
Especially told to others who did not know.
And who did what...
When I got myself into ruts.
'God...
I am so glad You know the real deal! '
And I wonder 'who' that might have been?
That came to my aid when I needed them.
Hmmm...
It's true,
I have had folks give me 'things'.
And money loaned I paid back.
I've had people to me make promises.
And I remember every one of them broken...
From the time I was a kid!
Hmmm...
I can't remember anyone,
Motivating my moves!
Only You,
My Father.
I could say my entire life has been spent...
With me doing the giving.
And to a degree that would be true.
Since several people I have known...
Have told lies.
That's all they did and still do.
And I use to listen to a whole lot of BS.
With attempts I made to correct some mess.
Do I now?
No!
'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
And the biggest lesson I have learned to date?
Do not hesitate in the waiting of others to approve!
You'd be a dried up old prune in the doing.
If you've been blessed with a gift,
You better give it and be done with it!
And let whoever say whatever!
Give folks who gossip some fuel,
To keep their lips moving.
And doing something bizarre...
While you're at it!
Learn to live without restrictions and limitations.
You and your time are not defined by those mindless.
Unless you let it!
Then whose truth do you ultimately live?
It wont be mine because I have my own to live!
Although I do give folks credit where it is due.
Like being witnesses...
To the gifts God has given to me.
That's it!
Anything else folks would like to claim...
Did not occur on my watch.
But I do understand,
Why some folks like to associate themselves...
With those who struggle through and win,
Their battles and conquer over grief!
Thank You God, Almighty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As I Began to Love Myself – Self Love Poem
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody
As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time
was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this
person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,
and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.
Today I call it “MATURITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,
I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens
at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.
Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.
As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,
and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.
Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do
and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in
my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for
my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew
me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude
a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since
I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry
about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING
is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me
and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my
mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this
connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems
with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing
new worlds are born. Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!
poem by Charlie Chaplin
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Throughout the Meadow
I discovered my purpose,
Long before your good credit rating...
Maxed out on overdrawn credit cards.
I have never identified with bling,
As a means to represent my dreams and wishes.
Being 'different' has had its benefits for me.
I owe no one anything to maintain a pretense.
I am who I am.
Basic.
Truth and I have been friends for years.
But I will admit...
We have had our ups and downs.
You,
On the other hand...
Celebrated achieving faked peaks.
And today you tell me I know nothing of the valleys?
Remember,
That's where you left me before making your climb.
However...
Your whining everyone can hear,
Throughout the meadow.
Have you lost your purpose and your mind,
On borrow time and the cheap 'blinging' of things?
I thought you knew who you were?
Was it you who said I wasted my life,
On useless dreams?
And here you are...
Screaming as if 'you' are the one crazed.
But...
You may be reflecting your purpose.
Who am I to pass judgement?
Enjoy.
Have a great day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Were Right. I Now Take My Flight! C-YA!
My purpose is not to focus on,
What isn't.
For a minimizing of that which is in my life,
That 'is'.
Why should I continue,
To maximize the obvious.
When reactions have been unanimous,
That part of their lives they have chosen not to fix.
Arguments have been presented.
Claims of blame have defamed and shamed.
Those who have had no discipline within them,
Now voice their self righteousness!
As if they have spent a life committed,
Uplifting the minds of those dimwitted.
A rehabilitation done behind bars...
Does not a perfected society make.
Especially if those have sacrificed their lives,
Time and minds...
To have been demeaned by those,
Who have now found GOD.
After spending years wearing,
Government issued prison clothes!
'THIS 'fix' you believe should be turned around quick,
Has been a result of your involvement that created it! '
My purpose is not to focus on,
What isn't.
For a minimizing of that which is in my life,
That 'is'.
I've earned my peace of mind.
And any happiness I have found in it.
Your fear of accountability,
Has been your gift given...
To those you now want to ridicule and preach!
And I remember you telling me,
My methods were out of touch.
You were right.
I now take my flight!
C-YA!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are many methods for predicting the future. For example, you can read horoscopes, tea leaves, tarot cards, or crystal balls. Collectively, these methods are known as 'nutty methods.' Or you can put well-researched facts into sophisticated computer models, more commonly referred to as a complete waste of time.
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Up Close and Vivid
There was a time,
I loved agitating.
Just to see different expressions,
Shown on people's faces.
Coming close,
To aggravation.
I knew my limitations.
I had gone to school to learn body language.
Interpersonal Communication.
And studying 'where' folks' feelings were.
You know...
Probing from afar.
Seeking to discover...
With just observation.
Who was disturbed...?
Who was emotionally disconnected,
And unnnerved.
And just 'who' was crazed?
Living on the edge...
Seeking to escape the maze of life.
Only to discover my own paranoia!
Today,
Few people are trying to hide their disgust!
Some are outright enraged.
With attempts to masquerade an outrage...
Many caring less,
If that it is shown on display!
And I am not quick to agitate...
For experimental purposes.
Not today!
Too many folks have venom in their eyes.
And I've learned to do what I've been trained to do,
From my early days of schooling.
I either wear my sunshades.
Or talk to myself!
Choosing to fit right in!
But I don't have to take notes today...
Too much of this 'stuff' is up close and vivid!
And I rehearse ducking...
Just in case a wild punch is thrown,
On its way to pay a personal visit!
These are not the times,
For one to blindly unwind...
To share false pretensions.
Too many folks are easily provoked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Arrogant Than Necessary
Remember a few years ago,
When folks 'with' good credit...
Use to brag about the number of cards,
They had.
'I have all the major ones!
And you? '
None!
'None? Well...
I pride myself on maintaining good credit! '
I'm a true American.
Destined to have bad credit...
I guess!
And 'today' my bad credit prevented me,
From getting a credit card.
I did have one many years ago.
I never used it and was still stuck with a bill.
Charging me fees for 'non-use'.
Oh yes!
Now I've heard...
Not only have some folks experienced,
Tripled interests rates.
They are charged an additional fee...
IF less than two items are purchased in a single month.
AND...'if' the bank is not paid for those purchases,
Within thirty days...
That's another fee!
Years ago I frequented a store called Nellie's
On Canton Street in Hartford.
I was a kid.
Grown...
But a child nonetheless.
It was rare for me to have money.
But I ended up in Nellie's talking with her.
And she'd give me a lollipop.
I was a child using my charm to the max.
One day I licked on a lollipop...
And Ms Nellie said, 'Two for Five cents.'
'I ain't got no five cents, Ms Nellie! '
~That's your last lollipop! ~
Where are they?
What have we done to those teachers?
Who stuck by a decision to feed addicting greed to folks?
Especially to the ones who ain't got no cash.
Or none laying around in a bank.
If 'they' did 'they' would not be closing them!
I demanded my account closed years ago.
And took all of my twenty dollars out!
The manager had stated...
I was 'acting' more arrogant than necessary.
'Excuse me?
Close my account! Now.
And that will be in 'twenty' one dollar bills...
Thank you! '
They are using 'my' money?
And pushing 'me' around like that?
I...don't think so!
I'm glad I did that earlier.
The thought of standing in a line,
'Waiting' to see if my life's savings are safe...
I don't have the patience anymore to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scott Adams in The Dilbert Future
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.
When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.
If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!
And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Let Your Peace Escape
Who would think just yesterday,
That giving someone a compliment today...
May offend?
Being cautious today about what one says,
Is as conscious as the effort taken...
When putting a condom on,
When going to bed.
Even if it is alone.
Some people receive threats,
Just by saying hello.
And that depends who the person is,
Wishing to exchange innocence...
To someone that one person does not know.
And being positive with comments,
Is not easily acceptible these days.
Some folks don't know how to receive them.
Believing them to be sarcasms.
And not intended as a respecting praise.
These days...
People who give 'shade' to others,
Often are the first to start rumors to ridicule.
To say to others they befriend,
How someone they 'know'...
Exposed a two faced disposition.
But eliminate the facts...
As to who began those actions to show.
And who paid who back!
Doesn't this all sound quite petty?
It really is!
But when living among those who exaggerate...
It is best to keep peace of mind.
And not become irritated.
And know who is real.
While separating them from the fake.
Appreciate those signs the fakers create.
And don't let your peace escape.
Because away from you it will be taken.
Giving those the satisfaction,
Their actions trapped and you were baited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Like You Just Don't Get It
People like you,
Just don't get it.
'Get what? '
Don't worry about it
If you had it you would know.
And...
Maybe you are right.
You once said,
The homeless and hungry...
Was a situation for those,
Who chose to be so.
You once said,
'There are jobs out there.
Those folks just don't want to work.
When 'I' was in that situation...
I walked down the road,
To ask my neighbor if I could pitch some hay...
To buy groceries and pay my 'mortgage'.
And my father and his father did the same thing.
Today...
People think they deserve more than that.'
People like you,
Just don't get it.
'Get what? '
Don't worry about it.
If you had it you would know.
And...
Maybe you are right.
Some people just bit off more than they could chew.
And if they had good credit like you...
None of them would be in the same predicament.
People like you,
Just don't get it.
'Get what? '
Don't worry about it.
What you don't know is intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Sitting Around Waiting to Be Examined
Folks who wish they knew more about others and don't...
Say those like this are 'complicated'.
Nothing is complicated about someone who lives an active life.
Folks find them 'complicated' for this reason...
They are not sitting around waiting to be examined.
Although they may be gossiped about...
Very few of them are living lives with issues!
And if they do...
They seem to move on with them being handled.
Without communal get togethers.
On the other hand,
Folks who claim to know what's going on...
Will say they are not interested in politics.
But can tell you who did what to who and when,
Next door and down the block.
Their noses aren't going to travel too far!
That wouldn't be to the best of their interest.
And self indulgence is their main priority.
People on missions to get things done,
Are not in one place to be observed.
And they aren't living to receive acceptance.
They are here to achieve.
Not bleed another heart!
Or found huddled in groups,
Prepared to victimize one of their own kind.
For being disliked.
So disliked that person can not be ignored.
That person has to be agitated into conflict!
Unfortunately,
There aren't too many people like these.
People on the move...
With things to get accomplished.
Things they want to get done and do.
Those 'programmed' to be far less complicated!
And quick to ruin themselves.
And their quality of life...
By not paying attention to the decline of it!
Leave evidence and facts of that in abundance!
And they are hopeful President Obama produces a magic wand!
~He 'needs' to produce,
A Department to Combat the Onset of Mental Diseases.
And their long range affects on a programmed mindset! ~
That title is too long.
They are already accusing him of being too intelligent.
For a Black man...that is!
Even under a microscope,
They are trying to uncover his flaws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Become Very Effective At It
You seem to be able to express yourself,
So easily.
So relaxed you seem.
As if you do not have a care in the world!
OOOOWWW!
You...you...you!
Why did you stomp on my foot like that?
'Quickly...
Slow deep breath in,
And...release!
Now,
Where is that inner pain?
You see...
You didn't hesitate.
It came right out.
And each time it gets easier.
Until you are able to express yourself...
With or without it!
It becomes something you begin to deal with!
And it doesn't stop you from moving on!
Your mind has been re-focused! '
What is the matter with you?
Don't EVER do that again!
'I wont have to!
However...
It will be something done to you,
You will always remember.
Right?
And you will heal...
Never to show that pain felt,
On the outside! '
You should teach!
I mean in schools!
'Naw...
My methods are more direct.
Plus those graduation ceremonies...
I like to conduct immediately.
On the first day of class.
Get it over with!
And 'then' discuss life as it applies,
With realism involved!
Today...
Reality is not taken as seriously,
As I would like to have it taught!
Too much sugar and spice stuff.
Then folks spend all their lives...
Suffering from withdrawl symptoms.
Trying to feed their expectations with nonsense.
And paying for it the rest of their lives!
I prefer quick studies like yourself.
The one on one approach is much more meaningful.
And besides...
Didn't you find that lesson given,
Made you feel a more closer bond to the teacher? '
Man...
I'm gonna knock you out one day!
'See,
Already you have acquired a taste for teaching.
And you can become very effective at it too! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process 1
History can not be rewritten nor is absolution an absolute cure
Man's reason and purpose is to protect the innocent and the pure
The raising of children belong in the family not to an amateur.
Life is much more than just the passing of earthly or spatial time
It is the legacy we leave our children who are the fruit of our vine
Go give and leave them images of value and virtue for their minds.
Children are invited to come and contribute whenever they can
To know life's purpose and reason is the union of woman and man
The mind of a child needs to be challenged so they can understand.
The children are no longer our children when they leave the home
To carry forward and give to their children who are really a loan
The capacity to ask questions; for all answers come from their dome.
Sense's, intellect and questions, the basis for most human thought
The family home is where answers are given before they are sought
A child needs a safe, protected environment, in which to be taught.
The continuity, salvation and redemption of those here and to come
In the hands of all God's children for through them their will be done
Humanity is singular and exclusive and their gender is two not one.
All children filled with the energy of life and an unfettered mind
To have their time of peace to play, question and eventually find
To participate in life with good purpose and reason and never resign.
The children can move our world forward and even far beyond
Always to be; think; and acknowledge; mankind's most common bond
We on earth to to come together and teach our children to get along.
From the beginning to the end all on earth can be for naught
If the children refuse to participate and grow, all will be lost
A shared responsibility to question, listen and all signs to watch.
poem by chuck Hurley
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There is no greater fallacy than the belief that aims and purposes are one thing, while methods and tactics are another. This conception is a potent menace to social regeneration. All human experience teaches that methods and means cannot be separated from the ultimate aim. The means employed become, through individual habit and social practice, part and parcel of the final purpose; they influence it, modify it, and presently the aims and means become identical.
quote by Emma Goldman
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The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
Those who were comfortable being who they are...
Were honest with themselves.
And to me this was a priceless possession.
People who talk about their stocks and bonds,
And investments they live on...
I don't fault them for what they believe is security.
People have their values and I respect that.
It is the ones self obsessed who appear to thrive best,
On masquerading their unhappiness....
With a projecting of pretentions the try to hide,
In a shallowness of emptiness.
The 'look-at-me-and-what-I've-got-type'.
You know...
The ones climbing down from their high horses,
Hoping not to be seen at night.
Since today the economy,
Has their mouths and lips shut firmly tight!
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
Well...
Those who were and 'still' comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it. The man who knows how will always have a job. The man who also knows why will always be his boss. As to methods there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods. The man who tries methods, ignoring principles, is sure to have trouble.
Practicing Tact
Practicing tact,
May work for those...
Who are expected to control,
Certain environments.
But old fashioned tactics,
To hold one's attention...
Today does not work.
Have you tried to teach,
A classroom of students...
Who have been fast food supplied,
And gone beserk?
Or listened to a parent who cries upon a visit...
Not understanding 'why' their 'babies',
Are locked up in a prison?
To then be told,
They should be held accountable...
For raising irresponsible children.
And when this is tried...
Some authority from the 'outside',
Tells them their methods applied...
Are not acceptable to 'standards'.
And their actions are denied!
Practicing tact,
May work for those...
Who are expected to control,
Certain environments.
However...
Practice does not make perfect,
If those allowing dysfunctions to exist...
Insist ideals more valued,
No one from them should run and hide.
Although laws created,
Protects a downslide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing What Others Cannot
Its been over three weeks now
that I’ve been in this state.
I don’t know the reason why
there’s nothing to it I can relate.
The day began like any other
until I got to the bus pick up place.
There was three other people waiting,
but I never bothered to look at a face.
As I waited, an uneasy feeling of anxiety
moved up from my feet to my head,
I noticed something strange and abnormal,
the man in front of me separated.
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were saying
and thought that I was becoming ill,
maybe I was stressed out, with work and all,
and it was time for a get-well pill.
But it was true I was actually seeing this,
the man’s inner-self stepped out.
It communicated with another of its kind
who just happened to be walking about.
Nervously, I again looked around me,
this was happening everywhere.
It was if the people’s spiritual selves
had a life of their own to share.
It was happening to little children,
to couples, husbands, and wives.
Their once unseen spiritual sides were
living completely different lives.
I can’t understand or explain this,
that’s why I’ve come here today.
You’ll probably think that I’m crazy,
and I ought to be locked away.
I can tell you that I don’t like this,
and I wish that I couldn’t see
all these separated inner-selves,
who can see, but ignore me.
I have tried to ask them questions,
but they just smile and walk away.
It’s as if they too don’t understand
and they’ve always lived this way.
Is it because the majority of people
can’t see, that a precedent is set.
What if I can actually see what I can see
and the majority isn’t ready to see just yet?
poem by Orlando Belo
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