Solicitation of Empathy
Those who remind others,
Who does what to them and when...
Are just as wicked as those they claim,
Cause them pain.
Or miseries no one sees a doer of such deeds,
Begin.
With perhaps much more embellishment.
And a solicitation of empathy to gain.
Finding it not so easy to inflict upon a 'picked' culprit,
What one wishes to have done and sustain.
An overacting of facts is what remains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Awed
A doer of good deeds,
Isn't sitting to receive accolades...
Heard,
In thunderous applause.
Thinking what is done is deserving of it.
A doer of good deeds done to do...
Is often awed,
That what is done naturally...
Gets any attention for those deeds done,
That pleases the giving of the doer...
Whose choice is the choosing,
Of the doing of those good deeds to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nuthin' That It's Not
Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain an agony to go through,
Is on 'you'.
Your claim to fame is to claim no pain.
When the strain of it is showing..
And I see and know your in some pain.
Why do you keep it to yourself?
You don't have to try to prove a thing to me.
I'll think more of you not less.
Unless there's something you don't wish to address.
Like doing something you know will create more mess.
Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain,
An agony to go through is on 'you'.
And if it's that bad you've got to hide it...
You've got that to explain.
And 'my' pain coming too!
So you gotta get up off sumthin'.
To let whatever that it is get much better.
You gotta get up off sumthin'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!
So you gotta get up off sumthin'.
To let whatever that it is get much better.
You gotta get up off sumthin'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!
Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain an agony to go through,
Is on 'you'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Easier The Comformity
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
It is comfortable for some,
To see others from a distance.
To observe them not as they exist.
But what they've been told.
Since no emotions have been exchanged...
To acknowledge truth,
Face to face.
Or any touching visit.
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
And the easier the comformity to what one believes...
Becomes that which is wished to inflict upon one's consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down Down Down The Drain They Go
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
The affect of it has made them sick.
Although the implementation of it,
Came easy for them to inflict.
Using slander as an ingredient to base...
A defamation of character,
To pepper gossip heated to deface.
And not letting a waste of time go by,
To bake personalities...
And watch some fry.
Finding like minds just as demented.
And overtime their own crimes...
Began to boil over.
And lamenting it...
They could not stop,
Or it prevent.
These deeds of theirs they tried to drop!
But...
Down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And the flushing of them came rather quick.
As a mending began to heal...
The wounds once salted,
Abused and picked!
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
And this gutter sludge suitable for the sewer...
Gets kicked to the curb,
And drifts!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
And this gutter sludge gets a lift,
As it drifts away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Picked the Right Day for Torture
You picked the right day for torture.
It was too quiet and serene,
To be left untampered.
You wanted your presence felt...
And it was.
You picked the right day for torture
With or without a diet regimen
Or implementation of facts.
What you do behind one's back...
Is left to your interpretation.
Your rules and dispositions are taught!
Although not followed,
And neither held in high esteem.
You picked the right day for torture...
Perhaps now you can see in bright daylight,
The victims you continue to abuse
Are of your own kind.
And of them none can say you frighten.
Yet all have been too quick to say you are crazed!
And today you are here believing you will be praised,
And honored?
You picked the right day for torture!
And how much of it you take...
Will not leave a witness to feel remorse,
Or show heartbreak!
They have come to watch you exploit,
Your own pain!
You have picked the right day for torture!
Everyone came to give you the limelight,
And the fame you claim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique
To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.
Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain Is Gain.
Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all,
The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall.
Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower,
And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings
Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.
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poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it takes,
To accomplish those deeds he needs
To satisfy.
Not one to resist,
Risky challenges that may exist.
Or will he run,
From those that persist with resistance.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Knows when to do that,
And not back track.
Enjoying the notion he does not slack.
Not him.
Dissect and remove,
If he has to correct.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!
Nothing stops him!
And if he has to crawl,
To get done what he does...
He will.
With skills!
And a sacrificial will he has to fulfill.
Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it is...
He has to do,
To do what it takes to get a job done right!
And that is the reason he has been called,
To lead!
Dedicated To:
President Barack H. Obama
United States
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We blame conveniently.
A stole from B.
Who is the culprit?
If it is A, why did B steal from C?
A theft occurred.
Who is the culprit?
The greed to get or
The greed to hoard.
A boy teased a girl.
Who is the culprit?
His thirst or her looks.
A tree fell down.
Who is the culprit?
The storm or the soil.
We fix the culprit conveniently.
11.06.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...
song performed by by Scorpions
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Give That Up!
There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
Just give that up!
When it gets too much...
And you know you have had enough!
Just give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
To live life you've got to live it...
And get up off your big butt!
Pull yourself out of that rut.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The quarrel of the sociologists with the historians is that the latter have learned so much about how to do it that they have forgotten what to do. They have become so skilled in finding facts that they have no use for the truths that would make the facts worth finding.
quote by Albion W. Small
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Many Tears To Deliver What It Is I've Got
I've been told I use people,
For my own personal gain.
I would like to know,
What it is that I used from them?
Since it has been my own blood,
Sweat,
And yes...
Many tears to deliver what it is,
I've got!
And no volunteers,
To share those hard knocks!
Only God has been there,
To stop my insanity!
As I sat alone sipping Scotch...
With no rocks!
I've been told I use people,
For my own personal gain.
And I suspect those who have said that...
Are finding me less accessible to use,
To accuse me of misdeed to claim fame.
When I sign my own name,
There is no proxy assigned to blame.
Nor am I foolish enough to challenge ignorance.
And to them I 'use' to give of myself freely...
Perhaps my lack of seeking their attention,
Has them more willing to mention 'my' efforts!
And what it is they no longer from me get.
And...
Less time do I give to the thinking of this!
I like to lay down facts.
Not horror stories that may attract.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didn't You Say This Before?
In the doing of what it takes to get things done,
By a doer...
Why is it,
There are those who do not know what a doer does...
Yet,
There they are...
Appearing from nowhere,
With their mouths opened...
Rattling off their unsolicited and nagging suggestions,
As to how anyone who does what they do...
Should do what they suggest while they,
Do absolutely nothing,
But argue with the doer of a doing that gets done.
With a wasting of that doer's time?
'Didn't you say this before?
This is sounding familiar.'
YES.
And somehow you just can not get the hint!
'Maybe because I have no clue what it is you are talking about.
And who is the dodoer not doing the dodo to the dude.'
HOPELESS I tell you.
It's a 'hope' that's getting 'less'.
'And now you want to change the subject.
And you always tell me,
I am the one not knowing how to communicate?
I am the only one who makes attempts to do it with you.
But NOOOO...
You want to talk about toilets and who uses them.
You've got a problem and you don't want to face it.'
I know.
You're right.
I do.
I agree.
I need some time alone.
Maybe that's what I need.
Some time to myself.
To get some rest.
'I understand.
Give me a call if you need me for anything.
You know I'm on your side.
You take it easy, okay?
Don't stress over it.
Let it go.
Forget it.'
I will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take a Pain and make a Gain
Only if there is a pain
There is a gain
And if there is a gain
There was a pain
Nothing like
Painless gain or
Gainless pain
If there comes a gain
With no perceived pain
Wait, do not worry
Pain is on the way
And if there is pain
With no apparent gain
Wait, do not worry
Gain is on the way
And if you are preparing
For a painstaking gain
You know for sure
The extent and nature of pain
And if you are planning
For a painless gain
You know not for sure
The extent and nature of pain
Many unexpected pains
Are because of the
Painless path you took
For a gain, for which
You are not really, eligible
Suffering is indeed the result of
Of such painless gains
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Secret of Life
The artist picked his career
With the intention of just being good.
Finding that to get what you seek
You cannot just be good,
'Would I have picked this job, ' he thought,
'Had I known what now I know,
That there is bad in what I sought? '
He had a go at doing
What a teacher said,
Using glue,
Using lots of glue,
But finding still
Some goodness left,
Used only glue instead.
Asked for his finding
On the secret of life,
He admitted he hadn't a clue,
'But I know where it has to lie,
It can only lie in the binding.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Reduced To Delusions
Believing to lift themselves up,
By demeaning the activities of others...
Reveals the observation of many things seen.
Progress is diminished.
Attempts to begin with good intentions,
Never start to ever get finished.
And those who vocalize their contempt,
Of those who take steps to try...
Are those procrastinating as time flies by!
But there they are on the scene to be seen,
When the opportunity presents itself...
For them to socialize in the promoting of outdated ideas.
Of course,
They are heard openly criticizing...
To provoke any focus on the doer and not the deed.
And in communities that this is done,
The call for unity is kept alive...
As much as the nothingness that survives and thrives.
As facts are silenced and denied,
For the purpose to undo truths...
While observations witnessed are reduced to delusions.
Or...
Induced to inflict fear that an enlightened consciousness,
Is the work of demons behind calling for minds to progress.
While the keeping of an ignorance is obsessed to possess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Than Just Coincidences
A tragedy happens.
And reactionaries are quick,
To respond.
The giving done with empathy,
Seems sudden as if a 'light' has been turned on.
And when times are less urgent,
To express our humanity?
A resistence to show a caring with concern,
Is more than expressed by an indifferentness...
We've been taught to satisfy,
With lessons instilled in us...
We obey and learn.
Proving homelessness and hunger,
With racist biases!
Are more than just coincidences,
Enforced to inflict.
By a selfishness persisted.
To advantage and benefit!
Until we become emotionally involved,
With assisted images.
And pictures to cause us to sob!
'I had to see it to believe this for myself!
How can I get more involved?
To end and solve so much pain that remains.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Demanding Of Credit To Be Given
There are those,
Who wish NOT to be given credit...
For those deeds they did not do.
Even though they may have provided,
The motivation.
And there are those,
Who wish to take credit...
For deeds they did not do.
And will make claims,
They were instrumental...
In getting those deeds done.
With a demanding of credit to be given,
To them!
Just for their association of knowing 'who'
Has perform those tasks.
With a customary delivery of much embellishment.
They wish to get,
What they so richly do not deserve.
An attention that is mentioned.
With a spotlighting done on their lack of skill.
And an absence of talent...
Believed is their right to steal.
And today...
These thieves seem to be everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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