Somehow My Agenda Remains Prioritized
When someone says to me,
I do not have to express...
Or show my concern.
I deliver quick!
Exactly to them what is wished.
And if I should witness approaching trouble,
Heading towards them on the double...
I am dutiful to what I am told,
With eyes I immediately close.
To dismiss any trouble coming to confront,
Is a blessing I have kept unknown.
Confirming in mind,
What is happening does not exist.
Is not a problem at all for me.
I've been trained to know how to distance.
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
With little effort or stress!
'Owwww...
Help me. Help! Please.'
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
'Help me. Help me.
Owwww, please! '
And somehow,
My agenda...
Remains prioritized.
With little effort or stress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prioritized
My time and any activity I choose to do,
Will not await for someone to schedule.
Or control to decide where I am placed,
On their agenda!
No one in my life has got it like that with me!
Those days when that was allowed have gone.
And I've moved on with a strengthened sanity.
No longer from me do I give to another to waste,
My time, advice, sincerity...
Or the best of my heartfelt suggestions.
And...
What makes my lessons so difficult,
For someone else who comes along...
And there 'may' be a shared interest seeking depth?
As a test...
I want to see effort made that comes in my direction,
Prioritized!
That's what living life wisely does.
Especially if one has already jumped through hoops.
And gone through beau-coup changes!
With intentions to do no more!
Experience is the teacher.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into a 'Back-Then-When
Betwixt and between.
And no longer am I bothered by it.
Or teased by that which I can do without.
I feel a peace within as I go about my way.
Betrayals and delays of those promises,
Either I made or anticipated in a waiting...
For them to be fulfilled and given,
Are not on an agenda I keep prioritized.
There is something about acceptance,
I now realize and prize.
I am in the 'now' to live.
Not into a 'back-then-when'...
To be wished!
And 'if' you want to dance with that...
You'll have to find another partner.
Those tunes I don't even hum!
Nor do I keep them remembered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stress removes stress
Stress your eyes to stare;
Stress your ears to listen;
Stress your brain to think;
Stress your belly to secrete.
Then they grow out of stress.
04.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Résumé Of Deeds To Be Acknowledged
There are many who wear their affectations,
On their sleeves.
They want others to know,
How an artificial and shallow existence...
Is properly lived and communicated.
While those who could easily afford,
Their affectations with a long list of awards...
They have been presented,
With deeds done they represent.
Are the ones least likely to show,
A prestige upon them that has been bestowed.
'Why do you live the way you do?
And...
Where you do? '
Well...
I wish I can say it was from choice.
But today I will say,
I am blessed to have certain choices made...
Upon me forced.
And happily divorced I am from delusions.
What I've done, did and continue to do,
Has its place.
I am not one to carry around with me,
A résumé of deeds to be acknowledged.
'Oh.
So what about your social status,
And 'standing' in the community? '
As...
What?
'You know...
As one of those shakers and breakers,
Who make things happen.'
For who?
'Why...
You of course.'
And...
I need people like that around me?
To do...
What?
Inspire what I've done?
What I did?
Or what I do?
To motivate a promoting of...
What?
An agenda?
Who's?
It couldn't be mine.
My agenda long ago had been prioritized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folks Who Wish to Boo Hoo
My abundance is flowing.
Yes it is.
I'll sit and observe you,
Wallow in tears.
But I am not here to share any of that.
Not to wrap, pack and carry.
Like you have done to burden your back.
You do an excellent job.
And I am sure you are proud of that fact.
However...
Your sobbing and choked filled anguish,
Is not an involvement prioritized on my agenda list!
My abundance is flowing.
And I am going to keep it like this!
I am through with folks who wish to boo hoo...
As if they exist for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Less Than Sweat With Stress
An effort made is rewarded,
After a stumbling comes...
And has been done,
It seems for some.
One who has seen and known failure,
Prevails.
With dreams revealed,
Eventually after being demeaned.
Regardless of who assails those aspirations.
To inflict havoc upon one's dreams.
Methods to achieve success,
Are not sketched in notepads...
In strategic steps to produce happiness.
Nothing less than sweat with stress...
Can one say,
Has paved the way...
To those dreams one realizes,
That come to materialize one day.
Effort is rewarded,
After a stumbling comes...
And has been done,
It seems for some.
And nothing less than sweat with stress...
Can one say,
Has paved the way!
And materializes after initiative has been applied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indiscipline
I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
By the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didnt know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
Playing little games
Like not looking at it for a whole day
And then.. looking at it.
To see if I still liked it.
I did.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
The more I like it.
I do think its good.
The fact is..
No matter how closely I study it,
No matter how I take it apart,
No matter how I break it down,
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.
I like it.
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Left To Speak For Itself
The beauty that comes to validate,
One's life lived to do good deeds...
Is to prove one's life lived,
Has not been done selfishly.
With the evidence of this,
Left to speak for itself.
Regardless of what another has,
Prioritized on their agenda.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloaked and Hidden Agenda
You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think your creepiness comes to bother me?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.
I've got a remedy to chill the heat,
Of that cloaked and hidden agenda.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
When you free that hidden agenda.
My mind is not blinded or fast asleep.
I see right through you and I don't have to peep.
That repeated game will be your defeat.
With that cloaked and hidden agenda!
You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.
I've got a remedy to chill the heat.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
But I'll beat that hidden agenda!
Those tactics that you use will be put to bed.
With everything you've done and everything you've said.
And I'm going to be the one to end your dread.
And your cloaked and hidden agenda!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No 'Ifs' Ands Or In Betweens
I use to give my time,
All the time...
Without question.
To anyone who wanted it.
No matter what was on my agenda,
I 'might' have had prioritized.
Now I give of my time...
IF I want.
And those who knew me to be,
Generous with it...
Have stated that I believe I am 'all that'...
Now!
NOW?
I was 'all that' all the time!
But being 'all that' was never on my mind.
I've just declared 'all of that time' mine...
Now!
With no 'ifs' ands or in betweens!
Can you feel me?
I have had no need for a computer,
To know 'who' it was I 'Be'.
Trust.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stress
When stress gets me, I’m not alone;
It strikes almost everyone;
Be they my kith or kin or spouse,
Relatives, neighbors near my house.
When stress attacks, I’m not alone,
It affects all known / unknown;
Be they friends or strangers or foes,
In office, class-room or indoors.
When stress hooks me, I transmit it
To those around by habit;
It spares no one, however great,
Almost everyone is its bait!
When stress gets me, I avoid it
And train my mind to remain fit;
Worrying, hurrying will not suffice;
Stress is a leading, lethal vice!
When stress gets me, I ignore it,
Expecting things to ease a bit;
A certain stress is good for health;
Ov’rstress is bad as excess wealth!
When stress gets me, I’m angry;
My house-hold pets too go hungry;
My garden plants get no water;
My world gets shrunk- it does matter!
When stress gets me, I can’t sleep;
Engulfed’s my heart in sadness deep;
I must relax/ do exercise;
This is the distressing device!
poem by John Celes
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Minds Deluded With Excuses Are Not Included
One almost has to be a self hypnotist,
To remain focus and not force...
A creativity to flow and exist.
Discipline is part of it and has to be desired.
One without a love for what it is they do,
Will not be motivated, achieve or inspire.
Since the combination of these three,
Has nothing to do with procrastination.
And many who are turned off by work,
But wish for 'perks' to be delivered to their lives...
Are not suitable to produce,
And expect to waste time.
Minds deluded with excuses are not included.
This kind of seduction for them,
Has not been prioritized.
Or on an agenda they ensure thrives and keeps alive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imposing Upon A Patience Given
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Time is too precious,
To delay an agenda prioritized...
With eyes set to realize,
Things needing to get done.
And accompanied by motivation.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Much like feeding a craving to quickly satisfy a whim...
With the hopes someone mentions a noticeable difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Basically, my problem was attributed to stress more than anything. I don't know what that does and I guess doctors can tell you that there's chemicals that build up in your system when you go through a lot of stress and constant stress.
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A Prolificness Visits
A prolificness visits.
And it may come to sit...
To flow as if to never end,
From one connected to its origin.
And those who witness this...
May find themselves too quick to criticize.
Misunderstanding how this energy arrives,
With messages prioritized to deliver!
Having a deed to do that is uncompromised!
While some may have a 'doing' done,
To receive what is presented...
Without comprehending.
Although quick to despise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone I Am Not
You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!
Wasting my time I have never found comforting.
Or deciding my life is less important than yours,
Has never occurred to blur my vision.
Any door of opportunity I see for me that is open,
I am going to walk through it.
And your attempts to block me...
Is a notice from you I do not deserve.
And ignoring you does not take neither courage,
Or nerve.
You're just another observed fool in my way!
Move,
You can not stay here to pluck or shuck...
Not at this door to cross a threshold.
You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!
What have you not heard?
Do you wish for me to show you,
I can be insensitive?
Someone I am not.
But I can deliver a believable portrayal,
Whenever someone has that as a need.
You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!
I prefer to be left to be someone I am.
Not to be changed into someone I am not!
Although I am quick to defend against,
Misdeeds and their intentions.
With a noticeable determination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!
Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?
I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.
Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!
Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?
'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tutorial in grief
A lesson in grief
I struggle to find
Inside my mind
Thoughts that will offer
Some crumb of comfort
Black calligraphy,
Brave, brush strokes
Across the blinding stab of pain
That comes with loss
Ah, but then there is darkness.
Impenetrable, like none you imagined
And you will put every effort
Into figuring the exit route.
Wasted effort.
Sit my friend.
Rest, and in its own time,
It comes.
Grief has its own timescales, agenda
You will wish without ending
For a last day, an hour, a minute.
Yet if you search inside yourself
You will know,
Exactly, to the word,
Everything you would both have said.
It is not for you to deal with grief.
For grief will deal with you
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
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But in the right-wing media, they do have a right-wing bias. And they also have an agenda. So their agenda is: we're an adjunct of the Republican Party, and we're going push that agenda every day, and, as you say, brand these stories that help further the right-wing cause.
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