Smile Fixed
The one to fear...
Is not that one who speaks.
The one with a smile fixed.
As if practiced.
And quick to bare teeth,
Is the one deceitful.
And the one well rehearsed,
To regurgitate accepted etiquette.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Pair Of Smiling Teeth
A pair of smiling teeth, took me by suprise
One miserable november day
Caught by the light that shone from those pearly whites
I was at once diminished in sight
Sore, knocked to the floor
Once bitten twice shy
The smiling teeth bit into my thigh
And then jumped into my bag
They appeared in several anonymous photographs on their own
The smiling teeth arrive without a face
And kept bugging me
Though they remained silent (mostly)
They occasionally snapped back
Like a pair of castanets
The smiling teeth were not easy to forget
The smile was penetrating and fixed
A sinister smile
A horrible monstrous hungry happiness
That pressed down on me from afar
Even when the teetb were trapped in a jar
And thrown out to sea
I could feel that smile pressing down on me
My thin lined lips were beginning to curve at the edges
My teeth pushed through the chaos of my serious state
Until a fix grin emerged from my chin to cheek
So fixed was the grin I lost the power of speech
Nor could I eat no more
That smile those smiling teeth had possessed me
Like a fake hollywood smile on a cheap boardwalk of fame
I smiled an eternal full toothed smile
I never spoke again
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Racist Cowardice
He declares and speaks the truth.
Daring to clear the air...
Of polluted deceitful affairs.
Some distrust such crushing done.
Since honesty had never been delivered...
So bare that it glares,
In the face of those delusioned.
Foundations cracking,
From under false assumptions.
Stunning those fantasized,
By such reductions.
And he is qualified to lead them.
Although they wish his lips would soften.
He declares and speaks the truth to them.
Something that has not been done often...
To a nation afflicted with racist cowardice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.
Properly practiced creativity must result in greater sales more economically achieved. Properly practiced creativity can lift your claims out of the swamp of sameness and make them accepted, believed, persuasive, urgent.
quote by William Bernbach
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Only Truth Can Prevail With Consistency
Whomever believes this life God has given us,
Should be made easier...
Does not pray enough.
Not in constant daily prayer.
Only truth can prevail with consistency.
Consider life as a dress rehearsal,
Kept practiced.
In and off the many stages one has to play.
As Shakespeare put it his way in his day!
God delivers those from doubt,
And removes shields of fear.
That is done...
When God is allowed,
To do His work without interference.
And anyone who hides behind fear and doubt,
In a reckless ambiguity...
Is only a part time lover of God.
And nothing God does is part time!
Or under-rehearsed.
God stays ready to see that we do our best.
You've got to know 'that'.
And keep it addressed.
Yes!
If you want to...
Make it easier for yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Hear You Say It Often Enough
If it is love that you have,
Where is it practiced?
Is it still in development being rehearsed?
And if it is thrist first...
Where on Earth,
Do you keep yourself replenished with it.
And...
IF it 'is' love that you have,
Why isn't it from you easily given?
I hear you say it often enough.
But...
I sure would like to feel more of it,
Instead of it bluffed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank God For The Critics
It use to bother me when I heard others say,
Who did or did not have talent.
And I believe one who breathes has skills,
Of some kind.
I like to stay in that frame of mind.
Then it dawned on me,
If those who had time to speak negatively...
Of course they would have time to pass judgement too.
And with a 'light' of insight,
I was introduced!
'These are the critics! Enjoy.'
And they seem to despise those who have gifts,
That attracts the attention they wish their efforts could.
If efforts of creativity within them exists.
Rehearsed and practiced until they are driven into fits.
But they don't work at it.
To know the experience.
Nor the requirements of self examination and honesty.
With a mix of naïveté and vulnerability unbelieved.
Keeping an accepted freshness alive.
And talents shine when this is done!
This also inspires and encourages at least 'someone'.
Thank God for the critics.
And those with talents who are inspired to resist,
The exchange done of sharp tongues.
And those with frowning lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Is Evil Lit
Her beauty is surfaced...
And when she smiles,
There are traces of evilness...
She tries to hide.
Once outside.
But under her makeup,
She can not erase...
What lies hidden deeply,
Behind that pretty face.
Bitterness concealed under a false grin.
Her smile is fixed,
Without one movement on her lips.
And she speaks through clinched teeth...
Like a trained ventriloquist.
But her eyes hold a light.
Brightly...
That is evil lit!
Her beauty is surfaced...
And when she smiles,
There are traces of evilness...
She tries to hide.
But under her makeup,
She can not erased.
How she holds onto...
Every pain and hurt felt in her life,
Every sacrifice is there.
From hair shampooed...
To her fixed glare.
And reminding anyone who witnessed this...
She was not the one,
Anytime soon...
Who would forget what it took,
To arrive to the reception of
Unwelcoming stares.
But she doesn't care.
Whatever that was good soured.
And it was not to her benefit.
She now knows who she is today.
She knows how to convey her beauty.
And to who what to say.
She knows she is...
Inside with tears.
She knows she is...
Inside,
Evil lit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This autumn evening
my haiku speaks of sadness
yet the bare trees smile
haiku by Michael Shepherd
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Learning To Smile
Slow and easy is a dimension
Gonna laugh it up, laugh it up
They say you make no fool of you
An' it's new for you to gaze
Up and down inside yourself
Inside yourself
It's good in here
It's pretty far out
Yes, we're all just learning how to smile
We're looking out to you
We're looking out to you
Show your love, bite me now
Put a hand in and take it out
You can try to make me mad
Or change my mind, be careful
So you want me there now
So you want me there now
Barely moving I stagger - ha
Some interpretation
There's a buzzing in the station
Spinning station unravel me
Cross platforms with rehearsed travel
Rehearsed travel
Looking out to you
An were learning how to smile
song performed by by INXS
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Effectiveness Some Do Not Expect
Just because I show anyone,
My concern and respect.
Does not mean I am meek with weakness.
And those who dare to know the real me...
Will attest I can be short of temper,
With a mouth...
The kings and queens of etiquette,
Will isolate from pretentions they protect.
Especially when I am found,
To have a mind with lips...
Quick to deliver obscene sounds.
I am not the only one around,
Who has a mind and heart based in sincerity.
But step on my toes...
And I wont try to go to soak my feet,
With silent cursing behind clinched teeth.
No not me!
I will do my best,
To preach and teach lessons to address.
With a hopeful effectiveness some do not expect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proper And/Or Acceptible Public Etiquette!
I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
And the only time I am reminded I have them...
Is when someone says,
I should raise and not lower my head...
To quicker dry those tears I cry!
And to wear a smile on my face instead.
With no clue...
Or point of reference,
From which I feel such depth!
Coming as it does...
When it happens,
Delivered from my point of view.
And I do my best not to express...
That these are 'my' heartfelt agonies.
When upon me,
They choose to come to visit!
And not one moment am I in thought...
With wishes to entertain,
Proper and/or acceptible public etiquette!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lighthouse
lighthouse...
tossed by the waves,
pitch black sky, no stars.
too rough to row,
holding on for dear life.
said a quick prayer...
my eyes fixed on
the beacon... my heart
fixed on you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Church
I am sure there are those who go to church,
For purposes I have yet myself researched.
But I do not intend to learn more about Satan.
Nor about those demons...
Dispensing sins.
Where from inside a church...
People pray to be forgiven for them.
I am sure there are those who go to church,
Other than to wear their Sunday best.
Or to regurgitate...
Scriptures learned or verses they've rehearsed.
And in privacy misdeeds confessed.
But there is evidence lacking on urban streets,
Near these places where 'The Word' is heard.
And sermons are preached.
All I observe is decadence done.
Where hypocrites congregated and speak,
To others what 'they' should not do!
As a form of their 'community' outreach!
While showing how the devil does it.
From lessons recited to ignite inner fear.
And the 'how-one-should-live'
To get those expected golden 'wings'...
Given to them,
By a 'heavenly' being...
Adorning upon them 'halos' they've earn.
As melodious harmonic voices sing!
With angels appearing to dance near.
And this conflicts with my depiction of God!
When I witness the destruction of all that God creates.
As those who say they are of faith with 'belief'...
Do not find their actions neither wicked or odd!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As basic rules of a language must be practiced continually, and therefore are never fixed, so exercises toward distinct color effects never are done or over. New and different cases will be discovered time and again.
quote by Josef Albers
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Even When I'm Sad
Even when I'm sad,
I smile.
My two front teeth are more
shall we say developed
than my others,
but i don't mind too much.
My smile is unique, and defined,
I shouldn't mind.
Right now I do,
because even when I'm sad,
I smile.
When I'm mad,
I smile.
My personality is so flawed
I can only be enraged until
sarcasm comes in spite of
how bad the situation may be.
It's not the worst thing about me.
But right now it is,
it's too deceiving to smile
when I'm mad.
When I'm bored,
I smile.
Maybe it's because
I like to be alone sometimes,
to enjoy the presence of oneself,
I like to think alone,
and my own thoughts make me laugh,
But isn't it silly to smile
when I'm doing nothing?
When I'm on the stupid pot,
I smile.
Why, why, why?
If someone slapped me,
would I smile?
If someone left me to the vulchures,
would I smile?
If my best friend died,
would I smile?
If I ran over a dog,
would I smile?
I wish I had control over my own face's muscles.
Because even when I smile, I'm still sad.
poem by Jolenish Fiber
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Freed From Quantitative Measures
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
An evaluation taking place,
Have many coming face to face...
With what makes them happy.
Some are finding happiness,
Is not being self absorbed with the wishes of others.
And a desire to return to a quality of life,
Freed from quantitative measures...
Pressured by the onslaught,
Of egotistical impressions to make...
For the sake of being accepted,
Has increased in the exchange...
Of what is more valued.
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
These depictions have been subjected to rapid change.
With a simple hug from someone touched,
The only desire sought these days.
And a sincerity felt has become more precious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If All Your Issues Had Been Fixed
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?
When your ship arrives.
And your dreams come to life.
Tell me,
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
When your ruts are covered up.
And no more 'buts' or 'ifs' are there,
To share.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me.
Tell me.
When your struggles are over.
And a happiness sparkles,
With your smile gleaming and it beams!
Oh, you've got to tell me...
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do?
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Confession Of Love
He speaks with his most peculiar charm
To me as he speaks i fear no harm
For his words mean he will stay for a while
When everything he says brings me that smile
His grasp will last forever
For our bonds are together
Never will he let go
Through a friend or foe
Passion in his heart for me in his life
Together forever, it just seems so right
I love him with passion you can clearly see
That for once in my life, we are destined to be
~Destiny K.~
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Learn To Smile
Slow and easy is a dimension
Gonna laugh it up
Laugh it up
They say you make no fool of you
And its new for you to gaze
Up and down inside your yourself
Inside yourself
Its good in here
Its pretty far out
Yes were all just learning how to smile
Were looking out to you
Were looking out to you
Show your love
Bite me now
Put a hand in and take it out
You can try to make me mad
Or change my mind
Be careful
So you want me there now
So you want me there now
Barely moving I stagger
Some interpretation
Theres a buzzing in the station
Spinning station unravel me
Cross platforms with rehearsed travel
Rehearsed travel
song performed by by INXS
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