Stacked On Platters
The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
Indignities are serve and presented,
As a choice on a menu selected to eat.
To feast upon by many shown licking their fingers.
The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
And those preparing for the main course are teased,
With the passing aound of hors d'oeuvres...
Heated with biases to please and stacked on platters.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relevance: No Return to a Ping, With Its Pong Gone
Where is it?
Who hid it from opened eyes.
And why is it in disguise?
Where is it?
A relevance missing.
With few curious.
Has it been thrusted,
And crushed under a bus?
Where is it?
A relevance,
Making sense.
Where is this presence that has gone?
And the minds it stayed on?
With relevance spoken strong...
Are they too gone?
Without a relevance,
Freed from its ping!
With a needed pong gone!
Think about this...
But not too long.
If you delivered a ping,
Would you not expect a pong to belong?
Or in time,
Come along?
Where is it?
This relevance that was here,
Seems to have disappeared.
And it is very clear,
Relevance known...
Has shown to us,
It does not feel...
It belongs.
Freed from its ping!
With a needed pong gone!
Think about this...
Again if you wish.
There were opportunities,
When relevance was near.
And clear!
Now that it is absent...
Do you feel,
A bit of a tear?
And if there's no relevance,
What is the purpose...
To go on to sing unchained melodies?
Oh,
My love.
My darling...
I hunger!
Where is it?
And if there is no relevance,
What is the purpose,
To go on to sing songs without meaning?
Breaking up is hard to do.
Where is that relevance we once knew?
Where is it?
A relevance,
Making sense.
Where is it?
And if there is no relevance,
What is the purpose,
To go on?
To sing songs of love.
And...
No return to a ping,
With its pong gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is the Relevance?
Where is the relevance?
One once connected and applied,
To a life making more not less sense.
For those who believed...
There was something treasured,
We all had in common.
Where is the relevance?
To the multitude of debates...
Delivered by those 'practicing' their intelligence,
On the shoulders of folks...
With similar tastes,
Now heating collectively...
In an impatience observed,
And without question seen.
And told they must wait in anticipation...
For those in positions of leadership,
To decide the urgency of our fates!
Where is the relevance?
Eyes opened created the decadence.
Few slept through the entertainment done.
No one complained about the feeding of greed.
Or lifestyles that were shared by a choice few.
Not everyone!
So where is that relevance?
The one declared we all share,
But never there.
The relevance of standards and quality,
We all strived to reach!
That relevance lived by a few in exclusivity...
But from the rest of us impeached.
Where is the relevance?
Sought and now called upon all of us to seek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relevance
It is much too big to contain it.
Relevance.
It connects to a point of view,
Making sense.
A pieced together relevance.
And changing it to convince,
An alternative provides more to give...
With a backing of defense.
For those accustomed to confusion,
Conflicts for them sit well.
But a relevance to what exists,
Clears the air where delusions...
Have been invited to dwell.
Bringing 'home' a relevance,
Invites communication.
And from that confusion is dispelled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.
quote by Hector Hugh Munro
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More Than A Forgiveness Wished
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
Especially if such activities,
Have been publicly applied.
And over the years has denied those,
The opportunity to provide a decent income...
For themselves or anyone else.
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
And then one day it is discovered,
Those who had been subjected to misery...
Are more influential than one thought them to be.
And the discovery of this,
Leaves one with more than a forgiveness...
Wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often for hors d'oeuvres, I serve room temperature vegetables, something like that, so that the main course might be quite rich but the first course has balanced it out.
quote by Sally Schneider
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The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
No use of memorials
Don’t be frantic to create memorials.
They don’t stand the test of time.
In case they manage to stand so
They will lose the significance
And the relevance to the person
To the generations to come.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Main Entrée
Hope all of you are having a fantastic New Year...
Thus far.
And remember this:
Keep your dreams and wishes as your 'main' entrée.
Whenever you are deciding what choices to make,
From life's menu of events?
Do 'not' be discouraged if what is wished,
Isn't listed as being available to serve.
You will just have to find a way,
To whip 'that' up yourself.
You know what you like...
And how you want 'that' presented!
For 'your' enjoyment!
Exclusively.
And eat as much to your heart's content.
AND...
IF anyone 'should' say,
You are full of 'yourself'?
Let them know just how right they are!
'Im-me-jet-ly! '
Oh, yes!
At least this has been identified.
And you are 'not' in a state of denial!
To hide or confuse.
And 'everything' dished on your plate,
Will be enjoyed!
And...
To annoy?
You turn this into a buffet!
Licking your fingers,
Publicly and sometimes not...
Everyday!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Obviousness In The Existence
Relatively speaking,
All that had connected once to relevance...
And related with clarity,
Is today no longer relevant with significance...
To all the represents,
An obviousness in the existence that appears...
Of disparities viewed as character weaknesses.
And dismissed is the feeding of complete ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You don't have to be a ""person of influence"" to be influential. In fact, the most influential people in my life are probably not even aware of the things they've taught me.
quote by Scott Adams
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Fresh Cock
No one exploited the evening.
No one dared to declare
The host as boring
As any snoring conversation can get.
Even the hors d'oeuvres seemed to beg for escape.
Faster than the 'help' could deliver them.
They were deliciously placed...
On silver platters that held homemade doilies!
And dipped to taste in minted sauce.
The better half of 'Mister Excitement' had made.
Even the chambermaids made an appearance,
To check for life by feather dusting!
And this was to be the highlight,
Until some drunkened and delusional socialite exclaimed...
'May I have a fresh cock here please! '
And all the men rushed to her aid.
As the butler squeezed a bit of lime to deliver,
To this minx!
'As you like, madam!
One fresh...cocktail.'
And she sipped and wiggled her way through,
Stiffened embarrassments!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaddressed
To be who it is someone claims to be,
Takes courage.
Little of what one says they are,
Is nourished to be encouraged.
People fear rejection.
Or a close inspection that upsets.
Instead of being happy with self confidence...
Some choose to seek approval,
With an acceptance of their footsteps.
Could this be connected,
To the mess that is today reflected?
With so much nonsense gone unaddressed...
And groups collecting to blame others,
For the lack of shown respect.
And satisfied to express in silence...
Their disappointing druthers to confess.
While a condoning of this continues to expose,
People who wish a quality of life to exist...
But caring less they produce an atmosphere of misfits.
And down the gutters their standards 'high browed'
Are watched like bystanders as this is slowly being disposed!
Allowed!
However...
Heard in heated discussions is the significance of this!
Everyone wants to project they are equipped with intelligence.
With resumés to prove they have the schooling and experience.
But for what?
To observe from glass towers eating hors d'oeuvres?
While below their own butts are being guttered?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gracefully forgive
Forgiveness be a cancelled promissory note.
It must have no reference, nor relevance.
To say that I’ll forgive and not forget
Is just saying that I’ll not forgive.
05.07.08
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Debating It With Those Undecisive
Sometimes it is better to leave a truth observed,
To go unnoticed.
With a keeping of one's peace of mind preserved.
Especially if the appearance of truth,
Begins to stir debate.
And debating it with those undecisive,
Can create a diluting of it...
To satisfy those who wish to keep it distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgiveness!
Forgiveness is the sweet fruit a tree giveth,
Forgiveness is that energy, a fruit to its eater giveth,
Forgiveness is the milk a cow giveth,
Forgiveness is the light, that burning candle giveth,
Forgiveness is the life, the world giveth,
Forgiveness is rain that the clouds giveth,
Forgiveness is that natural, the one understood nature giveth,
Forgiveness is the perfume of selflessness in one spredeth,
Like sunlight in winter,
like moonlight in dark,
Like cool breeze in summer,
Like oasis in a desert,
Like spring of pure love, from a pure heart forever springeth!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Hurt. Healed. And Now Distanced
Hurt.
Healed.
And now distanced.
With an attitude that has abandoned,
The honesty of feelings.
With no need for a heart,
To show emotions that include love...
With a purpose to elude the topic of it.
One to ignore and to skip.
Hurt.
Healed.
And now distanced.
From thoughts of relationships.
When they appear to show up...
They are immediately dismissed.
Not permitted to wonder!
Or permitted to exist.
Relationships that close...
The door has shut.
Sealed. Bolted!
Hurt.
Healed.
And now distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identifying How It Is Applied
You're looking for relevance?
What a coincidence.
So am I.
But I think the retrieving of it...
Will depend on one of us,
Identifying how it is applied.
Whenever it is discovered!
And to what will it be processed?
To impress whom?
And why should we care,
If it doesn't become recognized.
Since whose relevance will it then belong,
Once you and I declare it so and agree?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sautéed In Fiasco
Simmering and sautéed in fiasco,
This chef finds himself...
Blending a mix the patrons have nixed!
Overheated in a kitchen,
With a haste that loses taste.
And a flair that has been wasted,
On those baited to sip!
They split in droves...
And leave him this tip:
'This feast you prepared,
For us to eat...
Continues to sour
The air on the streets!
The menu was fabulous.
One we all thought we would like!
But you have shown you're a flapjack king...
With promises of pheasant to delight!
You offered us substance,
And we have waited too long for that!
Your skills are based on delusion...
Infusing hors d'oeuvres served in crap!
We can no longer wait for more,
We are sealing your doors...
With you entrapped!
Nothing you have done has pleased anyone.
We want our money back,
Before the others come...
And burn down your shack! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Them...Selves
Those who have distanced 'themselves',
From the ones who spoke truth.
And embarrassed those distanced,
Who remain sustaining delusions...
About the lives they live.
And...
For 'who'?
Must feel today they are the ones,
That have been betrayed.
Afraid to be identified with 'them'!
When it is now 'them'...
Who have always been respected for who they are.
Them...
Selves!
With an identity,
They maintain and pride.
And have never tried to hide or lie,
The obvious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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