Splitting Team-mates
Splitting team-mates,
To see them challenge each other...
For an attention,
Others they should have never listened...
Had convinced them to get.
A wished individual attention mentioned.
Has taught,
With time lost...
A costing for all,
Their payment to receive defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man's last stop
I wished I'd payed attention
I wished I'd listened to them
Those wise young men
They had tried to warn me
Of the path that I was on
They had tried to warn me
Of suffering to come
I wished I'd listened to them
When they spoke of God
And his love for you and I and the angels above
Maybe if I'd listened I wouldn't be here today
Where the fires last forever and so does the pain
Where the darkness never stops
This place is full of death
Of people just like I who forgot God's message
In here I'm all alone
No family in sight
They've all gone to heaven
The place of holy light
Who was I kidding when I thought I knew God
I cared nothing for him
And nothing for his love
In my life God was ignored
I disobeyed commandments and laws
So now I'm in this place
Where fires never fade
Where the darkness rules everything
Hell, man's last stop.
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Once From Their Sight 'Your' Treasures Leave
As long as someone 'assumes' there is a benefit,
You will be shown some aspect of respect.
By those who prioritize the feeding of their needs.
And you might be left to believe,
Any attention you receive from them...
Is a result of your radiant personality.
There is nothing wrong with 'your' perception.
If from them you now get a wished reception.
In an atmosphere of shared embellishments.
We all keep some delusions handy and accessible.
However,
This is generally the 'observed' scenerio:
If you have nothing others can value,
Or 'things' available that impress...
On sight and can be used.
To address 'their' hangups and insecurities?
No one is brave enough to face seriously.
You will not maintain their attention!
Listen...
Maybe with a mention of disgust on their lips.
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
This is felt as you will witness this.
Especially once from their sight,
'Your' treasures leave!
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
That's just how it is...
In the land of 'opportunity'.
Where the breeding of this has yet to cease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You know, if I listened to Michael Dukakis long enough, I would be convinced we're in an economic downturn and people are homeless and going without food and medical attention and that we've got to do something about the unemployed.
quote by Ronald Reagan
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With Only The Ability To Waste
There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.
But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.
Today?
How things have changed.
Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.
But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.
'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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There Are Many Who Are Talented
There are many with gifts,
That are relevant as presented.
There are many who are talented,
With a seeking to reach heights.
And there are those who were born,
For the purpose of igniting thought.
And doing this without a challenge...
Since a naturalness given to them,
Is unselfishly offered to others brought.
However...
Hopefully an attention sought is caught!
Or it would defeat the purpose of a reach.
And nothing delivered sinks in as taught.
With intended depth remaining surfaced.
And a leaking occurs few see as a need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Prioritized Attention Given
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.
It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.
Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.
That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attention
(olivia newton-john /annie roboff /steve seskin)
Here in my heart, theres the truth
But no one could love me like you
But lately you seem so far away
Pretending that you hear what I say
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Sometimes you look so unsure
Has time left you longing for more?
Wishing you would let me back in
I just wanna be home again
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
You mean too much to me to give up without a fight
Lord knows we cant survive one more silent night
Id like to think theres a chance
Some way to save our romance
But if I have to do it alone
Id be better off on my own
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Oh,what can I do to get some attention from you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Ms Eccentric
Ms Eccentric,
With your bowls of placed mints.
May I sit to inquire about your sentiments?
Why do you dine in powdered wig and gloves?
And feed bread crumbs to caged doves...
Announcing this to be an activity,
You have come to love!
Ms Eccentric,
As you sit and think of it...
Have you ever wished to be less obvious,
Doing those things intentionally meant?
Or does it make you feel better,
To get the attention you attract?
Knowing without that attention...
You would not be mentioned.
And making you bored to know that!
But you have seen to it,
No one can ignore you not one bit!
And without it to motivate...
You believe you could not exist,
Being less eccentric.
Or have someone like me,
Stop being curious enough to pay you a visit.
And I am glad you invite my curiosity with delight!
Ms Eccentric?
You know it's hard for me to show a dislike.
You know my presence feeds your appetite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None of This Would Have Been Mentioned
It was only 'after' they acknowledged me,
That you accused me of not telling you.
Whatever it was they had to mention.
But...
I had gone to you first to exclaim my good news.
And you ignored me.
In fact...
You wanted to bring 'that' to my attention!
As I recall.
I didn't approach them at all.
If they had not acknowledged me...
You would not have cared or known.
And I knew that.
Remember this...
I am no stranger.
And if I had been...
I would have gotten your attention.
And none of this would have been mentioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simply Lonely
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Receives
Instead he hides
His feelings
In a guise as black as night
He uses red lines
He uses sharp edges
To hide, silently crying inside
They call him a troublemaker
He just wants the attention
That is always denied to him
His mother just sits in her room
Locked up with her boyfriend
Never paying attention
His father is no where to be found
He left years ago
No one can get close enough to see
The class clown
Just wants to have someone's
Undivided attention
To know someone
Truly cares
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Recives
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Would You Like My Attention Given Mentioned?
If I had not been proud of who I am,
You would not perceive me of being arrogant.
Nor would you care if I existed.
I wouldn't.
And you know that.
But since you notice my proudness flaunted,
You believe your critique of it...
Makes me more aware of you.
I do give it attention.
Would you like my attention given mentioned?
This you can continue.
For as long as you wish!
Because it is not you or what you do,
That makes me proud!
And I have for too long known of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consequences to Pay
All of it is connected to the whole.
And those who have focused their attention,
On obtaining pieces of greed...
To leave others to feed on crumbs,
Will find today...
They wished they had nibble along the way.
Instead of devouring themselves into hunger!
Without teaching all to develop moderate appetites.
Some lessons taught may not be pleasing to receive...
However,
The pain left by the breeding of ignorance...
Has its consequences to pay!
And acts of gluttony,
Often introduces realities of suffering...
Attached to remorse.
With many searching ways...
To uncover resources,
To supply the basicness of their needs.
Found to be lost in a sea of grief!
With justification a meaningless deed to seek.
'Gee! Can you say that another way? '
Sure!
How about...
Dusty shelves and barren cupboards?
With a stubbornness attached to empty stomachs.
Were you looking for rhyme?
Or reason?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But...Don't You Think That's Stupid?
Unflattering and degrading comments to me made! ?
If I had not been raised prepared to receive them,
Or listen with intent to criticisms sent my way...
My strut would not have had such a focus with purpose.
Nor would I feel what I did m
Meant 'something' to get,
Enough attention to be mentioned.
'Why do you do what you do?
As if to have others believe you are a fool? '
Ssshhh.
What are you trying to do?
Ruin my reputation?
What makes you 'think'...
I am not doing the best I can,
To represent myself as one.
'But...
Don't you think that's stupid? '
Of course I do.
So what point are your trying to make?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What else could appease them?
She was the college beauty of her time;
The whole her class mates sought her attention.
Not behind were the popular heroes.
Those who taught her took extra care of her.
Even the sub staff thought themselves worthy.
She answered their glances and kept them in wait.
Men were in wait till the course came to end.
Many decades have rolled down since then.
Those aged men even now recollect
Her name and image at their random thoughts.
They do not know if she recollects their names.
They do not know if by now she exists.
What else could appease them other than seeing her?
21.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Listening One
The Listening One
Does he, did he, know, what he contributed
to the truth of what was spoken?
Towards the back seats of the lecture room,
this tidy, slim, quiet, dark-complexioned youth
listened with unwavering attention;
so much in the moment, his mind, so visibly,
claiming nothing; receiving all that there was to receive;
contributing, all that an audience can:
under his so steady listening,
I could not lie, blur, dodge; be anything
but dedicated to the truth;
from his attention, through my own,
he gave the audience more than I prepared.
I wonder if he knows the gift he’s shaped.
How many others has he blessed thus, with himself?
The Hindus have a name for him:
the Southward Facing, and the Formless One;
the Self as youth who teaches elders by his silence.
You may have met him, mortal, once or twice;
I wonder if he knows his priceless gift?
*
[A long-delayed debt of gratitude never since forgotten.]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Am On a Diet of Peace
It is not that I don't think of you.
I do.
Sometimes I find myself thirsting,
With wishes wondering how you are.
But when I am satisfied with that desire,
And my senses are convinced you are okay...
My attention is focused elsewhere.
With you and the 'us' we were,
To fade away.
Not to stay to confine me like yesterday.
I remember there was a time,
You occupied all of it!
And there you were,
In my mind!
I could not eat or sleep.
I awakened to find that not very nutritional.
Today I am on a diet of peace.
And that is all I wish to receive.
In a cycle of breath easy for me,
To inhale with an exhaling that is easily released.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talking To Themselves
There is not a day that goes by,
I find myself lost for words to say.
But as each day does go by...
I realize very few are paying attention,
Whether they are in conversation or not.
And I have also noticed,
Those who are giving their undivided attention...
Are often talking to themselves.
'Well...
At least there is 'someone' captivated,
By what is being said.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes An Absence
It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.
It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.
It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.
And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.
Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.
It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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