Smooze Appeal
You do something quite well,
I have yet to accomplish!
You seem to convince others of efforts made.
And compare yours to mine,
Without evidence.
And I am always asked,
What will I produce next.
Without any response given,
To the freshness of what appears.
It is clear your popularity,
Is based upon smooze appeal.
And my 'doing' doesn't ooze that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic
So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.
They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.
A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.
And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.
'Are you jealous? '
Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.
'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You can't convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it's based on a deep seated need to believe.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Replace Me
Replace me with another person,
Replace my efforts with his,
Remind me of the pleas you made,
Produce us further if you wish.
Promises are primroses, only they are sweet,
To look at and keep, forming the sunlight,
Making me dozens of helpers in return,
So produce us further if you define us.
Influences come from the page,
Sleep shall snake its way to a wonder
Where production of words occurs,
When the efforts between us shall preserve us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Shady and Quite Below Grade
In volume and off an assembly line,
Reproductions they can produce.
And from the outside they feel proud,
Of themselves.
To be able to accomplish what they do.
But a recall of defections,
To correct imperfections...
Has those efforts they have made,
Seem a bit shady and quite below grade.
But with a sticking to the volume,
They believe this brings them praise.
They believe they've achieved a name,
For themselves.
Although it is the quality attempted,
That has brought them much shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Greed Is the Issue
Well...
There is one thing he needs not try any longer,
To convince others he can do.
He is one of the biggest liars on Earth.
No certification is needed to prove that's true.
Everything he has done is evidence.
He carries that in his attitude.
Someone inept ever given authority...
Never disappoints,
They have incompetence they wish to prove.
Implusive and self indulgent.
Insecure and intelligence free.
People like this seldom admit...
Listening to others is at the top of their list.
They find that demeaning,
Since they would have to sit...
Through a learning process.
Of course he is ignorant.
But having wealth doesn't make one smart.
And obtaining that all one has to accomplish...
Is to know the art of conniving.
And enlist others to take part.
Especially when greed is the issue...
With deception in one's heart!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Procrastination
When my day is done and I reflect
there is always something I detect
that I didn't accomplish on this day.
I try to vow on the next day at dawn
to get it done before that day's gone.
And if I don't it's then I say
'Procrastination is an excuse.'
But even that doesn't produce
the desired result in any way.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Done With A Doing Of It
Usually when something is desired and sought,
There is an ambition ignited that unmistakably pursues...
What is wished by the one hoping to accomplish it.
It would be difficult for anyone to attempt to convince,
They have a passion and drive that thrives inside of them...
If they are only seen publicly bragging about their efforts.
To do with a doing,
Is usually a method most use...
To get what it is that is wished,
Done with a doing of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Food in store turns poison
I admired her for her popularity
I loved and married for her popularity.
More admirers came close to her
For the very popularity.
I killed her for the same popularity.
One crave for the best
And with it he is with out rest
31.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hard For Them to Believe
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
As if my thoughts,
Could not produce my deeds.
As if my efforts,
Did not match where I lived.
Since I was born and lived in the ghetto.
And I should not be aware or know,
Of those things I did!
As If my blackness was for them limited!
Like it was for friends I had,
And some relatives.
All believing then I was trying to be white...
And not the black neighborhood kid!
Who did for me,
What I knew was right!
They believed I should be,
That kind to clown and be down to Earth.
And not have a mind as creative as mine!
With dreams to fulfill...
That broke down barriars and walls,
Others believed I existed behind!
And not to know my own value or worth.
Or reach for heights...
Few I knew took effort to climb!
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
I am not asked 'that' question anymore.
Today,
Some try to downplay...
My affect!
But I had always known,
To be grateful to be blessed.
And let God handle the rest!
I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
Of course I knew.
From the very beginning.
But the few who did not know...
Now they do too!
And nothing has changed...
From where I live,
To what I do.
And that is a fact...
Hard for them to believe!
That I can say who I am.
Be who I am.
Stay where I am and know it!
AND achieve!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want To Thank You
I want to thank you for the joy that you give
I want to thank you for being so positive
I want to thank you you’ve made me touch the sky
I want to thank you for always standing nearby
Lessons learn my true experience
These truths I hold as self-evidence
My love for you I’ll testify
Without your love I’d surely die
I want to thank you for bringing back my sunshine
Even though you are no longer mine
Thanks to you for being there through the strife
I really thank you for being the joy in my life
I want to thank you for the joy that you give
I want to thank you for being so positive
I want to thank you you’ve made me touch the sky
I want to thank you for always standing nearby
I want to thank you I cannot ever deny
I want to thank you with you I’ve learned how to fly
I want to thank you you’ve kept my brown eyes dry
I want to thank you on you I can always rely
You have a certain kind of special appeal
No words can express the thanks that I feel
My time with you seem so surreal
No alibis I need nothing to conceal
My word is my vow I’m down on one knee
With you till the end I will always be
Thanking you is the least I could do
For all the things you’ve done I do love you
I want to thank you for always being there
My Salome oath to you I shall declare
I want to thank you for showing that you care
You are second to none and no one can compare
From a mountaintop let me exclaim
Let the world know that I’d give you my last name
Shout it from the hilltop that do acclaim
Without your love my world would’ve never been the same
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Mason Lays Bricks One At a Time
You may say in words with intelligence,
What it is you want to do.
But until you manifest it as a lifestyle...
With an effort that you seek to accomplish,
An intellectualized dream is just what it is.
There to sit to convince,
Anyone but yourself with proof and/or evidence.
It doesn't take a scholar to make dreams come true.
A mason lays bricks one at a time.
It also makes it easier to put frosting on a finished cake,
Than to whip up a batter of frosting
To await a decision if a cake to make should be baked.
And garbage will sit,
Until someone picks it up!
Stirring excitement in one who anticipates tasting,
Something offered to share that isn't there...
Decreases one's integrity.
If the only thing they have to offer,
Is a vision of what should take place in someone else's life.
And they are afraid to live their own,
Without first getting an approval or assistance condoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vituperative And Harshly Censorious
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
And I say...
Where are your efforts to address?
Since you are quick to express your displeasure.
And then you wish to measure,
And evaluate time.
You want to vocalize how yours,
Is more important than mine.
You want to expose your excuses,
To reduce critique.
You want others to perceive,
Your opinions are sought.
As if this 'deed' is impressive enough to leave.
You tell others and say,
You are not impressed...
By those daily efforts of mine made.
But I am sure they've come to realize,
There is insecurity hidden,
Underneath your weak tirades tired and tried.
Expressed with intemperate, vituperative...
And harshly censorious language!
'Huh?
What did you call me?
What did you just say?
Did you call me 'stupid'? '
No!
Those affirmations I leave to you.
'Oh.
I'm glad you do.
Because those 'imaginations'...
Which they are not.
But if they were...
Would belong to me! '
Yep!
I totally agree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Displays of Public Outrage
Few are those who seem motivated enough to make efforts.
However...
Many are heard vocalizing their opinions of those efforts made.
And it appears as if they are the least stimulated,
With encouragement to sacrifice this time spent...
Introducing effective alternatives.
And they are the ones who become first defiant,
When requests are made for them to clean up their own trash.
They have fear of being witnessed having an interest in themselves.
And this produces displays of public outrage.
'We have every right to express our freedoms.
In a manner we see as being justifiably fit! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Replace Those Innovative
They believed it would be quite easy,
To replace those innovative...
With their fake creations.
And no one would notice.
Since they thought they had what it takes.
And today,
People are tired of sitting through...
A series of loose remakes,
By those who are attempting to...
Have their efforts just as impressive too!
Believing they could rejuvenate your sensation.
What is your response?
Don't you miss exposing your...
Ability to reveal your incredible nuances,
That are remembered to have overwhelming appeal?
What is your response,
To those who believed...
From you it was easy to steal!
'Well I...uh...
Excuse me!
I...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
Forgive me but, I...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I'm sorry, I can't help it.
Do you mind repeating your question?
I'll do the best I can to be serious.'
No...
Not at all.
Don't you miss your ability to reveal...
'Oh yes...uh...
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I'm sorry!
Of course,
NOT!
I am having too much fun,
Remembering those fools...
And what to themselves,
They have done! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Just to Drop Off the Evidence
I can not tell you...
How, when or even why this happens.
I can only leave you in undisputed denial,
Since that is your gift!
Not mine to convince.
I'm here just to dropp off the evidence,
Of it!
Then split...
With an obtained focus,
Gained and maintained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Eyes Are Fixed Only Upon The Dealer
I've made comments.
And sometimes read more,
Of your work.
I may or may not give what I read a rate.
I appreciate the giving done.
Because I know what that takes.
But to suggest that I must read,
Your submissions with a rating I don't feel.
Doesn't do the craft any justice at all.
Going through the motions,
To appeal an ego seeking to be massaged.
With a zap to zing a zest,
That produces an invitation to squeal with zeal.
Ugh!
I never was one to seek that kind of praise.
Since my connection began with pure love.
You know?
I'm one of those who do it for the art types!
I've made comments.
And sometimes read more,
Of your work.
I may or may not give what I read a rate.
I appreciate the giving done.
Because I know what that takes.
But I'm not going to foresake what I do for you.
Nothing like that appears in the deck of cards...
God has dealt to me.
And until I leave...
My eyes are fixed only upon The Dealer.
That's it!
This is His game.
Not mine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I say that why don't we bring all points of view. Sit around a table and discuss this evidence, and produce evidence as it may be, and let's see what the outcome is, which is why we are having this International panel which we are all talking about.
quote by Thabo Mbeki
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Efforts
What do you think about efforts.
And what they eventually can produce?
Once that investment is made.
And people are tolerant.
With patience.
Prepared for disappointment.
And some people aren't ready,
To comprehend that at all.
'Personally,
I am lactose intolerant.
But I would think eventually,
They would produce a calf.
One only has to wait...patiently.
But I tell you...
Some of them can be quite disappointing,
From what I have heard and understand.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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