Strickly Business
Long before you could pronounce my name,
I was taking myself seriously.
When you believed I was not aware...
I was there.
In full awareness.
When you believe I could not perceive your deceit.
I was in preparation!
You had taken for granted too much.
And I knew it.
A respect you could have given was not your focus.
In fact an absence of it made me more determined.
You did not use me for a welcome mat without my knowledge.
Who and what did you 'think' you dealt with here?
Another delusion you collected to toss disrespectfully in neglect?
Did I project that in my reflection?
Did I ever give you any reason to believe,
I would allow you to continue to treat me that way?
Did I ever call you out of your name?
Not once did I make you look like a fool in public.
Even though I enjoyed the challenge of doing that myself.
That is a refreshing aspect of my personality.
However...
When it comes to me and my desires,
I am strickly business!
And disciplined to be patient enough about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skepticism
Before you wanted more.
As a means to demean with skepticism.
Do you wish that I slow down?
That would give you a reason to at least,
Catch up with a critique...
Contradicting the previous one made.
It's your call!
You wanted more of 'that'.
I'll be a little more patient delivering 'this'.
But I can not promise I will do it.
And if I do,
I will not commit to how long!
You don't mind if I prepare dinner do you?
I had no idea this would become a full-time job,
For you.
And if you seem to be hooked...
I will supply you with an endless flow.
As long as that makes you happy.
And I have collected a wealth of recipes,
Over the years to do it!
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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Strickly Love
And sometimes I wish this wasn't,
Strickly love...
I have,
Since it's...
Only love,
I have...
Only shown.
And it's,
Strickly love...
Some,
Can not give.
And sometimes I wish this wasn't,
Strickly love...
I have,
But it's...
Only love,
I have,
Ever known.
And it's,
Strickly love...
Some,
Will never know.
And sometimes I wish this wasn't,
Strickly love...
I have,
But it's...
Only love,
I have...
Let to grow.
And it's hard...
When others resist it,
And this hurts me so.
Knowing how strick,
Love is...
Within me.
To be...
As is.
Strickly love to be,
As is.
Strickly love,
To be...
As is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was Prepared To Boycott Ignorance
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
If I made a poster and picketed with it...
Those who couldn't read...
Would not get incensed.
And the ones politically aware,
Might become offended...
As an attack upon their pretensions.
And some who knew exactly what I meant...
Would avoid me like I was diseased,
With a plague they would prefer not to share.
This awareness for them is best kept ignored.
Not made a public fanfare.
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
Too many would perceive me,
To be its advocate.
And more of it would be solicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud to Have Themselves Treated Like Children
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
I give them credit for putting that label on me early.
I had always been a maverick.
And accused of not being down to Earth.
You know the kind...
Blind by accomplishments,
That provoked and stirred.
You know the kind...
Proud and dignified.
From the ghetto but bestowed with self worth.
You know the kind...
Trying to be somebody,
When those around me...
Were satisfied to be clowns and jerks!
Enacting sterotypical images,
Without self motivation.
Or identities to exert!
You know the kind...
Those who complain about their lives.
And proud to have themselves,
Treated like children.
And disrespected like dirt!
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
Look around you!
Those that are accepted...
Have neglected themselves.
And are totally conditioned to live fenced in!
Undisciplined with no respect.
For themselves or anyone else!
As they are taught to appreciated their own neglect!
And this is what they believe,
Are their true identities they wish to perceive!
Fed to them as they crave and eat!
And skillfully done...
With a purpose to ignore,
A welcomed self defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Away From Me
Let me help you find some clarity.
In terms of my personality...
And why you say others,
May get upset with me!
First let's eliminate what others say.
I am discussing this with you.
I could care less what others say,
And/or do!
If I've given you my respect and attention.
And I have given you no reason to doubt my word.
Don't show me that you have taken me for granted.
Don't allow yourself to get on my last nerve.
When that is done,
I become someone else.
I show a side that comes out of hiding.
I've been called a monster by those who have seen it.
Those who say I am two faced and crazed.
But I respect myself and that I show to others.
And take pride in what I do,
Like others should too.
I don't collect excuses and alibis to make.
And those who do,
I consider fake!
So without further explanation,
Let me make to you this declaration.
You have no more time,
To waste that of mine!
Now...
Have I made myself clear?
I hope so!
'Yeah...
But everybody else,
Don't make such a big stink about me being late!
And everytime I was late or didn't show up for a date,
I gave you a call! '
And every year I have known you...
Which has been over twenty five.
You have managed to use excuses,
And have told me some of the biggest lies!
And if you had respected me at all...
You would not have found it easy to make excuses.
Or bothered to lie in any of those calls.
And everyone else who accepts that from you...
Didn't receive this patience I am giving.
Or that 'monster' getting ready to chew and spew!
You know why?
'No!
Why? '
I'm giving you the opportunity,
To get away from me as fast as you can!
You see my chest?
And how I'm taking deep breaths?
The monster comes!
You better prepare to run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All In Your Mind
Who am I, what am I, why am I here,
As you accumulate knowledge all will become clear,
You ask, ‘' Who Am I '' be it daughter or son,
Remember you're unique the only one.
Throughout your existence all life you must treasure,
When you think, I am me, it will give you pleasure,
Only you can decide who you will be,
Take a look in the mirror who is it you see.
You can be what you want regardless of others,
Respect your ideals bad influence smothers,
By listening and digesting much more will be learned,
Discard all evil and respect you'll have earned.
Whatever you're told do not always believe,
The truth will lie more in what you perceive,
Choices you make now and throughout your life,
Will determine if living is with joy or strife.
Family are precious as are good friends,
Ensure their relationship never ends,
True allies are scarce so please be aware,
If you keep them close for you they'll be there.
You will come across others whose aim is to change,
How you are swayed is for you to arrange,
Evil will follow your life from afar,
If you stay true to yourself you'll find out,
Who You Are
You ask, ‘'What Am I'' you're a human being,
Don't ever believe that you are all seeing,
You're here for a reason and like it or not,
What you will be can never be bought.
Learn all you can and to yourself stay true,
If you ignore this lesson chaos will ensue,
There will be those who will try to deceive,
If you allow them their corruption they'll weave.
Our views are for sharing but if you remain wise,
You'll recognise truth and dispel any lies,
You have your own mind and you have a choice,
Think before speaking there's trouble in voice.
Actions have consequences they have a knock on effect,
Think of all others show them respect,
Go through your options with careful precision,
Be aware of the outcomes before making that decision.
When the time comes to make them be fully aware,
Those choices you make will show if you care,
Always admit it when mistakes are made,
That is how sound foundations are laid.
By showing compassion giving others a chance,
You will feel fulfilment your life you'll enhance,
Try to judge yourself from afar,
If you like what you see you will know,
What You Are.
It's now time to ask, ‘' Why Am I Here '',
This is a question you need never fear,
You're here because of two loving people,
Whose love climbed higher than the tallest steeple.
By sharing this passion with you they were gifted,
Their life was complete their spirits were lifted,
You gave them a reason to love forever,
Their bond for you nothing can sever.
Their love is a gift which is not one way,
Your respect for them will forever stay,
Their aim in life now is for you to succeed,
You will if you're honest and never mislead.
We all long for happiness that's why we're living,
It's not all about taking it's also about giving
So never be preoccupied by the lure of vast wealth,
It's far more important to look after your health.
As your knowledge grows you'll learn about love,
One day you'll find out it's a gift from above,
When you meet the right person then true love will flow,
That awesome feeling will bring on a glow.
As you then mature and your life's unfurled,
You will learn yes this can be a wonderful world,
Those answers you've sought I'm sure you'll now find,
Are no longer a mystery they are,
'' All In Your Mind ''
Respect Parents.......
RESPECT YOUR MOM AND DAD;
IF NOT, THEN YOUR FUTURE WILL BE BAD.
AND YOU WILL ALWAYS REMAIN SAD.
YOU GIVE RESPECT, THEY WILL GIVE YOU BLESSINGS;
AND YOU WILL BECOME THE KING.
THIS IS THE FACT;
NOW, IF YOU WILL NEGLECT;
AND DON'T GIVE THEM RESPECT;
THEN AFTER SOME TIME YOU WILL REGRET.
THEY CAN BE YOUNG OR OLD;
AND THEY ALWAYS CARRY YOUR LOAD.
SO, WE SHOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT
THEY ARE OUR SECOND GOD.
YOU CAN BE SIKH, HINDU, MUSLIM OR JAIN;
FIRSTLY YOU SHOULD BE A GOOD MAN.
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Who Is Better Suited
It may be we are judged,
For that which we do.
However...
Is it in the 'doing'
Or how what is done,
That we do satisfies...
What is wished?
In the accomplishment of it.
That which is done.
And if we are not prepared,
To receive comments shared.
Who is better suited,
To inflict critique?
If the activity made public,
Is not determined to be complete.
And how is that method chosen?
From what aspect of authority...
Can that voice be spoken?
If that knowledge,
Has yet to one arrived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Roosevelt's magic lay in one facet of his personality: He knew how to take the risk. No other man in public life I knew could so readily take the challenge of the new.
quote by Emanuel Celler
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A False Lover
You do not seem to mean any real harm
but in fact you have such a deadly charm.
Someone who’s not aware of your guile
is approached by you wearing a smile.
Many are the ones that you have fooled
who have been all but wrongly schooled
in the serious business of love and devotion
perishing without you showing any emotion.
You turn your back quickly at the sign of any disunity
as if you’ve been waiting for just such an opportunity.
You also don’t really care about anything else except to be praised
and will brook no compromise if any issues of disloyalty are raised.
You think and make out as if you’re always right
regardless of the truth becoming evident to sight.
You’re not to be blamed if anything goes wrong
and will challenge any suspicion before too long.
If anyone happens to open up their heart to you
they run the big risk of having it broken in two.
A deceiving love full of pain is the thing you give
as this is the way by which you know how to live.
poem by George Krokos
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Even If I Had the Time
Whether you believe or accept what I say,
I could care less.
I do not awakened with you on my mind...
In preparation for a contest.
I seek only to be me,
The best I can be.
And long before you chanced upon the scene,
Nothing about my perception of my life lived...
Will be altered by your indignities.
Hopefully something about this I share,
Will make taking care of your own business...
A focus of your priorities!
Since I have certainly placed my own agenda,
On the top of mine!
With none of it to waste on you...
Even if I had the time!
My hobby is production.
And making the effort,
With the seduction of it...
Look easy with every 'piece' released.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Free
You're acting like an ass
to people who care.
What happened in your past
to make you not aware
of the people you hurt,
of the tears they cry,
you treat them like dirt,
and you make them feel like they should die.
I loved you boy
but you cut me down cold
you treated me like I was a toy
but I never believed those stories you told.
Did you ever think that I would lie
and say that I believed you?
Did you ever stop to think that I
knew the troubles you'd brew?
I'm sorry to say this,
but it has to be,
there are no chains on my wrist,
so now I'm free.
poem by Faith Franklin
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Those Most Dependable
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
And on them we're dependent,
But we choose them to offend.
We think of them to think of us,
When daylight comes until it ends.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often those we disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect To It
Respect to it has more than a one sided way
Do not expect the respect of others if respect to them you don't pay
You treat other people as you'd like them to treat you
And in turn they will give you the respect you are due
You may be the wealthiest and most powerful person in your town
And you feel that you have the right for to put others down
And others respect you or so to you it does appear
But between feigned and true respect the difference is quite clear
Despotic leaders believe the masses them do revere
But this sort of feigned adulation is adulation through fear
To protest in such circumstance they'd be risking their own lives
And the lives of their children as well as their wives
If you do not respect then respect do not expect to receive
Just a known fact of life that one ought to believe.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Very Last Time
Sometimes I wonder if Im still alive
How much abuse can someone stand and survive
How long Ive waited for this day to arrive
When I wont be a fool no more
Nobody knows how you push me around
Nobody sees how you treat me like Im your clown
I never made a sound
Its the very last time you will get on my case
Its the very last time cause
I wont be a fool no more
Its the very last time you will step on my face
Its the very last time cause
I wont be a fool no more
I still remember the look in your eyes
Just a reflection of the things you despise
But sooner or later Ive got to get wise
And I wont be a fool no more
Nobody sees how you treat me like dirt
Nobody knows just how badly a man can hurt
Youve got a lesson to learn
I can still feel the sting of your words
But I wont cry no matter how much it hurts
My head may go crazy, my heart it may burst
But I wont be a fool no more
No I wont be a fool no more
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Shiver in spine
It is dreaded imagination
When comes to be discussed in relation
The thought itself sends shiver in spine
Most frightening aspect that makes human being not to feel fine
How can a person think of leaving world?
When he has life and ideas to b sold
To stand of own and prove the capacity
That he can serve and do the better with quality
Everything is taken for granted
Whatever possible is wanted?
Free and smooth passage is dreamed
Yes main aspect is surely missed
What if life is suddenly taken off?
Why it is made so hard and tough?
Despite known fact, it goes on unending
Many times shock waves and other things frequently sending
Had the danger of death being not there?
Can any one imagine quest of human being ending anywhere?
He could do anything possible in his power?
To stay maximum on earth and challenge everyone to dare
Even with so much danger to life and many question marks?
It is made really unbearable with lot many sparks
Rivalry, hatred, competition and accumulation of wealth
All at the cost of spoiling relation and good health
Only one weapon in the armory of God is feared
Rest all tricks are employed and victory is cheered
Enjoy as much as possible before curtain is drawn
Life may end any time or suddenly withdrawn
Life is after all life and must be spent at full length
It can be made worthwhile and enjoyed with strength
Even though it has unpredictable nature and uncertain span
We can certainly enjoy it with little of thought and plan
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Responsible
Taking action.
Regardless of the consequences,
That may come.
Relying upon experience.
And doing what needs to be done.
Disciplined without taking offense.
Defensive,
If what is done is thought to be right.
Having integrity...
With a dependable insight.
Willing to correct.
Realizing no one is perfect...
Yet.
Taking steps to accomodate,
Without hesitating to wait...
For decisions to take place.
Or one to be late,
With admitted commitments to make.
Showing a respect one does not neglect.
And keeping one's word...
With a comprehension,
One and all deserves.
Listening with attentiveness to every word.
Being 'there' and responsible.
Making sure of what has been shared and heard.
Dependable.
Thoughtful and reflective too.
Where are those...
With these traits today?
Where are they...
To show us the way?
Have they too felt much betrayed?
By those once trusted...
Crushed and now busted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clarity Achieved Is Refreshing!
You deal with the semantics,
Of language use.
Deal with the perfection of corrected,
Presentation.
With ideals of that pursued.
Deal with the acceptance between,
That which is offensive...
And what is in good taste.
As I live my life not fearing to make mistakes.
Since I have not agreed to any contract,
That places my movements and choices made...
Above anyone who chooses to be analytical.
And a setting done on a determined right track.
Although those perceptions change on a daily basis.
I refuse to become subdued by limitations,
Regardless of who believes I should...
To please a confused conformity.
Lostt in ever thickening deep woods.
All trees does not one forest make!
And I do not assume what i see is a forest.
If I have yet to experience it!
I am here to journey on a path,
I have never experience before!
And I will do just that,
As long as this gift of life I have lasts.
Is there anything else you perceive,
Needs from me...
A clarification?
If not...
I will not be wasting time,
Trying to define my life for anyone.
Or make attempts to re-route my steps,
For anyone who has not blessed me...
With the breath God has granted me to breathe.
Have I achieved for 'you' any clarity?
Believe me...
Clarity achieved is refreshing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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