Someone Has to Address Their Needs
Find fault with me.
I have been in preparation...
For dissections and critique.
When I began testing the waters,
I chose to jump in...
Learning 'then' to sink,
Or swim.
With those of shallow minds.
Or with those whose minds were 'deep'.
I did not boast to float along like some.
My intentions were based upon content.
Flash splashes made to say I can make a wave,
Or two.
Was okay at first...
But I have more than just that to do!
I have been in practice for years!
Find fault with me.
I have been in preparation...
For dissections and critique.
If I have to say in poetic verse...
How I hunger for true peace on Earth!
I will be controversial,
With comments some will bleep.
And use I do choice cuss words too.
If I feel a need to shake things loose!
Or I may select a way to probe into minds...
With an eeriness that creeps!
That I love to do,
For those of inflated etiquette standards pursued.
You know the ones?
Politically correct!
And breaking their necks to hide their flaws.
Why I love to watch their jaws drop?
Why not?
Those horses they ride high upon...
Need rest!
Someone has to address their needs.
But I would rather convey,
A way to promote...
An understanding that is consciously invoked.
However,
If that doesn't work?
You can rely on me to provoke with glee.
With a stroke of bitterness...
Yet mixed with lots of love to leave.
Although,
Not necessarily that easily found near the surface.
Give me some credit for my attempts,
To provide hints of contempt...
With a dose of mystery!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Don't Find 'Anything' to Pick
If you want to critique,
At least make some sense of it.
Just don't find 'anything' to pick.
With beliefs you'll get a piece,
Of public attention.
That's if you want to critique!
If not...
Make your comments less dissective.
With a negativity,
That leaves your critique...
And your intentions suspected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often I Reminisce
I wish I had kept a list,
Of those who scholarly attempted...
To critique my abilities.
With their insulting snide remarks,
To put me and my 'poetic' self in place.
Often I reminisce,
Those comments made...
From the minds of limited nitwits.
And I am thankful each day when I pray,
That it is my own ignorance...
I have to live and deal with!
And God knows I know,
Just how blessed I really am.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entwined In Concepts
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
And when these 'things' began to lose their sheen...
Less interest in themselves slowly could be seen.
The need to constantly be together became a non-necessity.
With a wish to be alone in one's own space.
In a place the other was either invited...
Or not invited to be.
And a love between them,
Although expressed...
Was missed.
Leaving dreams and desires,
To be held and kissed...
Becoming less obsessive.
And often dismissed.
As those things cherished gathered dust with time.
There was an emptiness felt!
And invited.
Under one roof where no happiness once there,
For them.
No longer, for them, they could find!
Yet and regretfully...
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own, they did, to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
Loans and debts could not keep this correct.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
Gone was 'that' and any remnants of happiness.
And when their credit became less than good.
They found themselves in arguments...
Blaming the other for a wasted life spent.
And agreeing to split is what they should do,
To prove this less the expensive.
With a being together for them now making less sense.
As they express to others,
They've done the best they could.
But a love to make better wasn't theirs to save.
Nor was it there from the beginning!
And this had been the costly mistake they made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised to Only Praise Delusions
They come quick to evaluate the words...
And not the content of the message.
They come to seek and critique,
Definitions and language use.
As if an acceptance of concepts,
Will be a test to pass the task that is earned.
They want to qualify the composition...
And the one who prepared the text.
But what is being delivered,
Does not with them connect.
Their minds have been set to protest.
They would like to find the composer negligent.
Incompetent at best!
With an ego self enthralled.
And what should in their minds connect...
Is rejected to leave them stalled.
They were raised to only praise delusions.
And that,
Afterall...
Has become their reason and purpose.
They have become limited and programmed.
With no desire to stand and walk tall.
But to remain on their knees...
As they have been taught to crawl!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Other one's words
We all go to sleep
With someone’s words
In our minds
Words of kindness
Words of anger
Words of every kind
They carry us off to sleep
And perhaps temper
And shape our dreams
Words said in caring
The most soothing
it seems
In anger or sadness
In calm and in madness
Words in our minds, we’ll find
As we drift off to sleep
Be it fretful or deep…and
Our mind slowly lowers it’s blinds
We all go to sleep… be it shallow or deep
Hearing some other one’s…
Words in our minds
poem by David Whalen
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I Want My Poetry
(8/22/12)
I want my poetry to touch the hearts and minds of all who read
And on their emotions my words would feed.
To express to all people no matter who they may be
Or what schooling they may or may not have
That their voices will be heard and told
And their emotions will all unfold.
Every emotion known to man will be written
With a gentle hand.
We as poets can climb into your being
And see what you are seeing, and to feel
Your every emotional pain
For no two are ever the same.
To feel your hunger, your thirst, your needs
And feel the cut vein when you bleed.
To feel your sorrows, your bitterness, your hate
And also feel your religious faith.
We are you - you are us
And in our minds you put your trust.
Let us tell the future generations
That these words were our salvation.
I want to make you feel the splendor
And to my words you will surrender.
To make you feel happy inside
And with a smile you can not hide.
To make you see that ALL LIFE is worthwhile
As you look upon that newborn child.
To let you know that your life was given to you
Because the love your parents knew.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Blind As Bats
Don't worry about the content of your writing.
That should be the least of your concern.
Write for those who critique etiquette!
And the value,
Of being socially and politically correct.
You will have lots of company.
And rise to popularity.
Ignoring reality and a fading quality of life...
And sharing the best of your 'learned' pretensions,
With them.
Group together,
In a solid majority as blind as bats.
However...
Dining on crow and loving the darkness,
Bestowed upon them...
And their yesterdays reminisced...
With an equal embellishment of ignorance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Ask Me to Critique
When you ask me to critique,
With an opinion that is honest.
Don't expect me to deceive you...
With a sweetened tongue.
And the taste I leave you...
Hints of a bit of salt.
As you prepare to deliver to me pepper.
When you ask me to critique...
I go for the meat.
Not the heat,
When one may be wishing to be honey dipped.
Or perhaps thrown a kiss!
When you ask me to critique,
There is no sweetness dripped!
Unless the offering is fantastic.
And hits a spot I can not resist...
But sit,
And enjoy every nibble of it!
When you ask me to critique.
That's what I will do!
But I rather not to.
Since like you...
I don't enjoy everything I am served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mystery Of The Mystery
There are so many things that I dont understand
And I search my mind to try to find an answer
But the more I search the less I seem to find out why
Like where where the wind goes, how does life begin
What happens when we die
The mystery of the mystery must stay unknown
Only God can know and man must not see
Great minds have tried but they will not find
The answer to the mystery of the mystery
Man will seek the mystic rails of the mystery
But their silent halls reveal not a sound
Many men will give their lives just to try to find
The answer to a mystery in their mind
The mystery of the mystery must stay unknown
Only God can know and man must not see
Great minds have tried but they will not find
The answer to the mystery of the mystery
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Mutual Benefit
You do not have to appreciate a thing I say.
Or marinate your mind...
In concepts I leave behind.
Although you are not that far away,
From any attempts made I convey.
You may even suggest,
My expressions have ineptness.
Or that I do not possess,
An ethnic depthness...
With an offensiveness that is direct.
However...
There is one thing I've noticed,
That motivates and keeps me focused.
I can rely on your critique.
And at least that shows...
I can rely on your opinions bestowed,
Upon my creations you search and seek.
With such a clinical specialty,
You have established.
And I have grown to admire,
As your strongest technique.
Congratulations!
There is something contributed,
That has been to our mutual benefit!
And keeps us united with our diverse convictions.
You provide the circus.
And I so enjoy the clowns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poets’ Heaven on Earth!
Allpoetry.com is Poets’ home!
- A happy family that’s growing fast;
Where one can speak his heart out to others,
And share the joys/woes with sisters/brothers.
Where Greeters come and make you feel at home,
And help to clear your genuine doubts;
And guide you through the website’s rules followed,
And give the newcomers a warm welcome!
Oh, what a lovely place for all poets!
Empty your emotions and have no fear;
Where friends comment and critique on your writes;
But sometimes cause upsets and little fights!
The place looks friendly for all ages, minds!
Show off your talents at word-painting;
Enter the contests and win cups and points,
Blessings too; someone even anoints!
Nevertheless, ’tis a wonderful place,
Where stressed minds and hearts can find real peace;
Where poets post numbers at rapid pace,
And learning and fun is for paltry fees!
poem by John Celes
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In Thoughtless Self-centeredness
Outwardly admitted,
And within inner circles met.
No one is going to say how they feel,
To intimidate what is politically correct.
People have their hatreds.
And they are socially in effect.
Only blocked visions of those blind...
Can not visually observe,
The denials and the disrespect.
Reflected within one's placed footsteps.
All of us are affected.
Whether or not we accept regret.
Decay has been and is on the rise.
Lies spoken will not keep them,
From eyes that are opened...
To divisions kept.
The causes for insecurities,
Will always be in the minds of those displeased.
To initiate mental diseases without remedies.
If humanity does not actively seek peace...
To inflict upon those defenseless to increase peace,
Seen weakening minds as it decreases.
Havoc and chaos will become a way of life.
For all who believe one rule is right.
Or one kind of bird should take flight...
From one tree to land on one soil selected.
Where one people rule as they please?
One God will make One Choice and none other.
And that's to do away with all One God has made...
To end it for 'ALL' that breathes,
Selfishly.
Foolishly.
And in thoughtless self centeredness.
Outwardly admitted,
And within inner circles met.
No one is going to say how they feel,
To intimidate what is politically correct.
And if those who should survive,
One day in their discussions in retrospect.
The perception of being politically correct,
Will be reviewed as a defective aspect...
To those who regard truth as a normal pursuit,
To preserve their peace.
After ignorance has ceased to flourish.
And those of consciousness have it outlawed.
To nourish One Humanity as intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shake Your Love
Chorus:
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake...
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Verse 1:
Im under a spell again
Boy Im wondering why
This is not a game of love but an emotional tie
Im trying to figure out my heart (heart...)
But I cant offer you proof
Of why we should never be apart
And that is the (that is the) that is the truth
Oh...
Chorus:
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Verse 2:
Do you know why I stop and stare
And smile when you walk by
And how I call you up at night
I hang up the phone and I cry
If I never got to know you so well (I knew you well)
Maybe I would be fine
Baby you know that I cant tell
Why you should be (you should be) you should be mine oh
Chorus:
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake...
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Bridge:
Ooh I know what youre thinking
I see it in your eyes
You want to give our love another try
Im so glad you realize I cant...
Chorus:
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Rap:
Shake it
Your love
Cant shake
Just cant shake your love
Chorus:
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake...
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake..(say shake it)
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake...
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
Shake your love
I just cant shake...
Shake your love
I just cant shake your love
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Platitudinous Pleasures
I am not attached to platitudinous remarks.
As I reflect on particular abilities!
Really I am not.
Not on this journey I have embarked.
Do you honestly believe an ego is attached to this?
That some trite comments would give me a lift?
Do you realize how long this inside me has existed?
If you only knew...
More of a communication could have been pursued.
I have been on the pursuit of understanding...
For quite a few years.
Expressing these thoughts,
Is a gift to me God has chosen to give.
Inside of me still lives...
A craving to see others be and live as free!
I find that they are not.
No...
Especially after a glass or two of beer,
And/or wine...
With a shot of pepperment schnapps!
And perhaps...
A wee bit of blackberry brandy.
To give thoughts like these a start!
You see...
That's when a 'clarity' comes to visit me!
It seems only 'we' who know what this means...
Are connected to express,
A certain 'clearness' found to inspect.
Only to have those explain it as a creative process.
But not as a depthness coming from a heart,
That others feel free to critique...
And rip apart.
But not choosing to see or believe,
A bleeding of sorts is being done...
By those who neither find it a thrill or fun,
To have their guts poured to be ignored.
And evaluated as a tripping ego,
Wishing to be adored!
This is not that kind of discipline...
To have exposed on the surface,
Without 'something' being connected from deep within!
Who in their right minds,
Would spend their entire lives 'trying' to be defined.
If they did not already have definition?
That is not the journey...
Or the mission!
Or the condition of purpose meant.
Like the sipping of schnapps that are peppermint.
With a twist of lemon and maybe lime to add scent.
And losing an effectiveness earlier sent.
Now...
If that was known,
None of this would be necessary!
Or revealed as a gift...
Given to achieve 'something' believed.
Would it?
No need to respond.
I can handle this!
Could it be...
Just for useless platitudinous pleasures to receive?
And an overglorified ambition,
To mentally tease readers?
I think not!
Anyone who can make some kind of mind attachment...
To this rambling inebriated nonsense,
In which I am in no condition to repeat...
Is welcomed to the last of my brandy.
Sharing is one of my greatest talents.
And for that,
I seek no applause!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What the Little Ones Do For Me...
Bright shining little eyes
Messy little toes
Dirty little fingers
With a snotty little nose.
Pure innocent hearts
With ever learning minds
Only a child are all these things you'll find.
Love that is forgiving
Love that is true
Love that loves to cuddle
Just to steal the warmth from you.
Beautiful laughter
Beautiful tears
Beautiful children
Growing beautiful years.
Questions being asked
Each day new ideas being thought
Ideas in their childish minds
That no one has ever taught.
Running around and stirring up many a mess.
All these things and more
Are what they do best.
Loving and laughing
Hugging and kissing
All these things without are what I would be missing.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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What One Creates
Not one to inspect,
Over another's collection.
To brush quickly through...
With reviews or suggestions.
I realize the pain it takes...
To select what will be saved,
By refurbishing what is accepted...
And tossing away,
What doesn't make the grade.
I can't be the critic,
To make that choice.
Although I feel forced,
For an opinion to voice!
I much rather watch,
Portraits hung!
I know what it takes to get to that place.
For seconds it may take
To critique...
The lifetime of one that completes,
From a nothingness...
To what a 'nothingness' can become!
And to observe without effort...
The skills it takes to get this done,
I am not so unwise to realize...
What one creates,
And what 'that' takes...I appreciate.
Unlike some,
Who are please to critique!
With eyes that are fast,
And feet quick to run!
If emotions aren't instantly attached...
Or imaginations unused are fused,
To conform with those with none!
I choose to be 'there! '
In the 'moment'...
To observe and be aware.
With a patience I enlist.
Knowing creativity shared like this...
And on display,
Deserves much more...
Than my quips without wit!
Or thoughtless comments made...
As if my pleasure to judge what's produced,
Will boost a huge ego...
I'm already trying to reduce!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ill Be Waiting
Once I had a friend that I could count on
So I thought
Well so it seemed
But times of need are not enough
To prove your friendship to me now
Once I saw a face that I believed in
But a mask was all there was
So who wears the masks and who wears the faces
Well I guess Ill never know
But as I stand here alone in a room full of people
With nothing to say
Beer on their minds, and smoke in the air
Call them feiends but they just dont care
Friend for life
Such shallow words for brokrn minds
Show me a friend for life
Cause Ill be waiting for that day to arrive
When Ill feel alive
Ill be waiting for that day
Once I found a love I had to know
Now we might know each other just too well
Cause when were together we just cant get enough
Or is it we just cant get what we want
Once I saw a dream, I had to chase it
Dreams quickly turn to reality
Whos at fault in this game of yours and mine
Well I guess Ill never know
But as I sit here alone
Think of the girl who came softly inside me
The look in her eyes, the smell of her hair
Call her my own but is she really there?
Love for life
Such noble words for noble minds
Show me a love for life
Cause Ill be waiting for that day to arrive
When Ill feel alive
Ill be waiting for that day
Once I had a friend that I could count on
Times of need are not enough
Once I found a love I had to know
Now we might know each other just too well
Once I saw a dream I had to chase it
Dreams quickly turn to reality
Now let me close my eyes
Because I dont want to see anymore
song performed by by Offspring
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That Horse You Named Clarence Has Died
There are those who are handed definitions,
To relate to as a designation.
And there are those who create definitions,
That describe the times that move forward with change.
Those who make attempts to keep things remaining the same,
Will always find their standards kept...
To use as proper etiquette,
Outdated and sought to replace on someone's menu.
Especially those needing a crash course,
In updating slow minds.
And there 'is' one that just may do the job!
One that is ideal to leave old thoughts behind.
Entitled:
Those Wheels Don't Roll On Cobblestone Anymore;
And That Horse You Named Clarence Has Died.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Is Ever Sure
There are those who seek assistance,
To help them make up their minds.
They want to be sure any decision they make,
Will be approved and be just fine.
These folks wouldn't provoke a roach.
And would make a sandwich for a mouse!
But as a companion with an opinion...
No one is ever sure what comes out of their mouths.
Is it something they believe and think?
Or if it comes from someone else,
Who gave it to them to toss about?
Or did it sit to marinade...
In preparation before it came out!
And some of them call themselves friends.
But who could ever depend on them?
Everything they said would be scutinized and questioned.
And folks like these,
Would find it difficult to put another's mind at ease!
Especially if they are not in their own most of the time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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