Sharing the Popularity of Procrastination
Who are the 'doers'?
Those who remove themselves from the don'ts.
Those who 'will'...
And do away with the 'wonts'.
The doers do things to get things done.
And spend less time,
Sharing the popularity of procrastination...
With others who cheer this epidemic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts Enacted
Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
And they may be relatives.
Or 'close' friends to suspect.
When one does things that are made public...
No matter who they are,
They will be scrutinized.
And flooded with advice and suggestions to test!
Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
Especially those who have expressed their concerns.
They are the ones often scandalized.
With a receiving of a 'burning'
For their good deeds in return.
And the evidence of that...
Becomes evident,
With the witnessing of those facts enacted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deserving Of Individual Life Boats
Assuming...
That if they let the ship sink,
With a captain they've been made to dislike...
They could hop in the life boats,
Saving themselves...
And row to shore.
To receive the adulation of the people,
They believe await them to applaud their activities...
Adored.
However...
The doers perceive each one of them,
Are deserving of individual life boats.
With a servant to row...
And catered service.
These are the same doers,
Who implemented their own castastrophy.
And these are the same doers who now argue over...
The design of the life boats and the suits they should wear,
When they are honored at individual ceremonies...
To highlight the efforts each individually achieved.
And...
These are the same doers who pretend they can swim,
But have not a clue what to do with their arms.
However...
Dressed the part to play the role,
Is quite different than the acutal performance expected.
And many of them 'now' have decided...
Perhaps letting the ship sink was not a good idea.
So now they scramble amongst themselves,
To determine the cost of repair...
And if that can be done as cheaply as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somebody, Somewhere Claims To Have Proof
Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.
Many with a minature flow grown old,
Have overblown and exposing bluff that disrupts.
Just to get the followers of doers to give up...
What they know effective and correct,
And not corrupt...
'Cause,
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
With lies they tell and try to hide.
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Where is it?
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
But,
Does it exist?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof...
That the doers are the losers.
Can a duck pass as a pheasant?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof.
But...
Where is it revealed?
And...
Somebody, somewhere claims to have proof,
Kept hidden and concealed.
Yet...
Somebody, somewhere confuses truth,
That those who 'Do' are not the losers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Message of The Great Doers
A message of the great doers of the good
Could bring about great change
Or It could destroy and maim
If the message is not understood
Its like leading a child into the dark woods
A message of the great doers of the vain
Will always remain the same
In distaste and depravity lies their game
Looking for nothing then more fame
Look at me, for I am here for all the world to see
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Thought Of This As part Of A Normalness
Unrecognizable by the doers,
But their actions to discourage happiness...
In their attacks of it,
Shows.
An addiction that should sicken,
Doesn't for those who crave.
Generations have been 'fixed' on hate.
And this is apparent to leave little debate.
Unrecognizable by the doers,
But their actions to discourage happiness...
In their attacks of it,
Shows.
And thought of this as part of a normalness,
Are the children of this exposed...
Wherever those children grow,
To influence by teaching what it is they know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Asuobonteng
The creation of the world,
The creation of man,
The creation of woman from man,
But you are storing up wrath for yourselves according to your stubborn and impatient minds! !
Inventers of evil things,
Indignation;
But with persistence patient with the muse of my mind!
And like joy in the land of peace;
Because, the doers of the Law are righteous as compared to those who break the Law! !
I am Asuobonteng from a land far away from you,
But it is time for us to put the world into a better shape than,
The very negative things going on now;
For, we were all created by the Creator for a purpose!
And, we need to take care of the earth than destroying it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The galleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. They make no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are the doers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes no mistakes lacks boldness and the spirit of adventure. He is the one who never tries anything. His is the brake on the wheel of progress. And yet it cannot be truly said he makes no mistakes, because his biggest mistake is the very fact that he tries nothing, does nothing, except criticize those who do things.
quote by David M. Shoup
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Turning On Themselves Like Cannibals
They are so disappointed with themselves...
They are creating scandals.
Creating sleaze to have others implicated.
And associated with their ignorance.
But they sailed away on that ship on their own.
They have exclusively made themselves outsiders.
The better doers for those things they have done all wrong!
And they are trying to tie everyone,
To their sinking wickedness!
They are turning on themselves like cannibals.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live As If You're Getting What It Is
Remove the 'maybe'
From the things you need.
Remove the 'maybe'
From dreams you want to see.
Remove the heartache,
From those setbacks.
Keep on trying.
Your wishes with those wants,
Will someday end that teasing.
Remove the 'maybe'
From hope and faith.
Do whatever that hardwork takes.
Remove the sadness from your smile.
And live as if you're getting what it is...
And it's tasty!
Remove the 'maybe'
From the things you need.
Remove the 'maybe'
From dreams you want to see.
Remove the heartache,
From those setbacks.
And live as if you're getting what it is...
And it's tasty!
Spiced the way you like it,
And tasty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spending Time With God
You have some time alone my friend, a time alone you can spend,
A time of quiet contemplation, alone with the God of your salvation.
Time between just the two of you, to speak of things you need to do,
Things in life that must be done, where you need to lean on the Son.
You are never alone anyway, as God is with you throughout the day,
Christ is there if you need to talk, and goes with you when you walk.
You can talk with God anytime, to share what may be on your mind,
Even talk to Him about tomorrow, sharing both your joy and sorrow.
When you come to plan your day, God will guide you along the way,
Even before you begin your task, He knows what your heart will ask.
Use the time to remember too, the things that God has done for you,
When you knew not what to do, God would always see you through.
For nobody truly cares for you, in the way which God and Jesus do.
Jesus Christ shall intercede for us, when in Him we place our trust,
With God the Father Jesus will sit, as Christ becomes our advocate.
As believers call upon the Father, for God and Christ it is no bother.
God calls us to the Throne of Grace, so that we can seek His face,
All are welcomed to the Throne, who know Christ as their very own.
So when you get some time alone, seek The Lord upon His Throne,
And you will find the time you spend, with God alone will never end.
Kept In The Worshipping Of Fear
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
Those who have turned a blind eye,
To allow this sleaze to slither...
While dancing to the beat and 'weeding',
Have made this investment for their children.
With dividends to rhythmically stay high as a goal.
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
And those who have remained on their knees,
Praying to be released from this reality they've created...
Without knowing to 'whom' or 'what' they pray to,
Have brought into their own lives their own set of demons.
To ensure they are kept in the worshipping of fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Aim Is to Blame
They decided to induce
A form of ignorance
That kept them seduced
To comforts now rusting
And minds long detached.
Their aim is to blame
The doers of misdeeds.
But they can not remove them,
From their homes to do it!
Or claim those they deemed ignorant...
For leaving unpaid bills,
To stack against their paint chipping doors!
And the government is not listening either.
Since its debts are foreign financed!
To keep thoughts of greatness enhanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Anniversary Wish
A wedding is a special binding
A binding of things represented by a ring
Things like joy and happiness'
And much more life can bring
It unites two people closely
Closely in a very strong chain
In the chain of love and affection
That washes away your pain
It gives you the sense of sharing
Sharing your tears and smiles
The tears that make you gloomy
Or a smile that carries you for miles
And today is your first anniversary
I wish you the world of cheer
And all good things in your life
That you think is near and dear
So today you should be happy
For having the best in life
There's nothing else that one can get
Like a nice husband or a wife.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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