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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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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Communication Skills
Your conversation...
It's all over the place.
'I'm glad you noticed that.
Because I am responding to you.
I pride myself on listening.
And delivering immediate feedback.
So...
If you have noticed 'my' conversation,
Has been all over the place...
Not making sense OR contact?
Listen to yourself sometimes.
You will find your communication skills,
Way off track.'
So what are you saying?
I don't pay attention?
'Well,
It's like this...
If you think my conversation is scattered,
And it is just the two of us 'in' one conversation...
And I am responding to 'you'?
You figure that one out by yourself.
Because it is obvious to me,
You don't need me here...
To enjoy your own thoughts! '
True!
Maybe I should be a writer...
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Realize Just How Talented You Are?
Those who are talented,
Probably spend less time...
Giving it recognition,
To dote on their devotion...
Of being creative.
In dismissing the notion,
That it is talent they have...
Instead of a love for what they do,
That attracts the attention...
Of those unbelieving,
The ones who are talented...
Are unaware of the discipline and stress,
That goes into the work they do...
To produce their best.
'Do you realize just how talented you are? '
~I tried.
But each time I stopped,
To acknowledge that...
Nothing I did would get done.
And it would ignore me,
As if I did not exist.
Choosing then to concentrate,
On other interests.
However...
I have realized this,
It is best that I do not pay attention to it.
Since I've noticed this allows me,
To do what I do to accomplish something.
I have no interest in critiquing,
As much as others seem to find the time to do.~
'Oh?
So you are not aware of it? '
~I love what I do.
Trying to find ways to define it,
Is too self absorbing and a waste of time.
However...
If you are here to deliver assessments,
Try not to be too insensitive.
This I have observed,
Creates a lot of friction.
And a stubborn defensiveness,
You will not believe.
THAT I know I can show you,
Easily.
For some reason that skill I am very familiar with.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Preference They Have Chosen
The absence of focus,
Of that which approaches others...
Leads them to paying consequences,
An undivided attention could avoid.
Many hurry themselves to conclusions,
To then exclaim...
No one is concerned or shows they do,
Regarding their wellbeing.
Yet the act of that shown to them,
Goes unnoticed...
When their minds are somewhere else.
And that is a preference they have chosen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes if you get 'em too drunk they don't pay no attention to what you're doin' anyways, so you might as well just do old songs. But if you get one that's paying attention, sometimes we'll do some new material.
quote by Merle Haggard
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Sometimes
Sometimes I just sit and stare,
Wishing you could be there
To hold me tight
And tell me everything will be alright.
Sometimes all I do
Is lay there and think about you,
Remembering when you looked into my eyes
And begged me not to cry.
Sometimes I think about the way my hand fits in yours
And all the times you've opened and closed my doors,
Thinking you are the perfect gentleman
Doing for me whatever you can.
Sometimes I just miss you so,
Those words I do not speak much I know,
But you understand it's hard for me
To open up and let you see.
Sometimes I think of how you make me smile,
Even if it's only for a little while.
You have helped me in so many ways,
My thanks to you I can never repay.
Sometimes when I don't want to stand
You're right there, giving me your hand,
Helping me realize
You can see things better through dry eyes.
Sometimes I just sit here and thank God,
I know that may sound somewhat odd.
He brought you to me,
I think he wants me to be happy.
Sometimes I sneak little glances.
I have been given so many chances.
I just feel this amazing connection,
Know I mean it when I say you have my undivided attention.
Sometimes I just want you to know
How I think about you so.
You are so very special to me,
Hopefully one day you will see.
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Who Said That First?
'I'm going to say something foolish! '
YOU?
That's impossible.
'Seriously.
Why don't you listen to me sometimes.
Instead of acting as if you know so much.
Can't you at least 'pretend',
You are paying me 'some' attention? '
I'll do the best I can.
And...
Get set.
On your mark!
GO.
'Why are you giving me that look? '
Comeon.
Be serious.
Can't you be serious?
At least this one time.
Stop giving me that blank look.
That wide eyed stare.
Comeon...
Stop it! '
Well...
I 'tried to pay you 'some' attention.
That didn't work.
And then I tried to pretend,
I had amnesia.
That didn't work either.
Let's see...
That's about...
Three minutes total time.
You need more time than that?
'This is going nowhere! '
And 'who' said that first?
Didn't I tell you that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sure You Get The Point
If you are in a conversation,
You 'thought' was being shared...
And it begins to dawn on you,
The conversation you thought for two...
Was actually a conversation of one.
And no listening to you is being done!
Pay even closer attention,
To what is being mentioned.
And...
You will begin to realize,
What's important in people's lives.
And it shouldn't take long,
For anyone listening to another...
Go on and on about themselves,
Just where they are reagarded and placed...
One someone's priority list.
'Oh?
Yeah and...I...
Uh huh, huh...yes...and I...
Uh huh.
Yep.
And you know...uh huh...okay.
Uh huh...and...uh huh.'
I'm sure you get the point!
And if you don't...
Maybe you should be the one to listen.
And let someone else say something,
While you familiarize yourself...
With the process of breathing.
You know...take a few breaths.
And learn something.
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
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I wish the press were paying more attention to the erosion of the Constitution and the slippery slope that we're getting into, by giving up the right of the Congress to talk about when and how and where we go to war.
quote by Barbara Lee
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Polling is merely an instrument for gauging public opinion. When a president or any other leader pays attention to poll results, he is, in effect, paying attention to the views of the people. Any other interpretation is nonsense.
quote by George Gallup
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Is That A Question Or A Statement
Do you mind repeating what you just said?
'Of course not.
What is it that you wish to be repeated? '
That's what I am asking you.
I don't know.
'Well,
How do you expect us...
To have a meaningful conversation,
And communicate...
If you are not paying attention.
Now what kind of sense does that make? '
None?
'Already I'm confused.
Is that a question or a statement,
You just made? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Ever
We are not strangers
Could we have met some place before
Am I in danger of myself
You're like a magnet
You pull me right across the room
It's like were thinking out loud
I can feel an unexplained connection
I can feel your undivided attention
I know that you're with somebody else
But I do
Feel like I have loved you
In another place and time
If it's true
Then I'll be waiting for you
If you ever change your mind
Let me change your mind
You leave me breathless
While sweet seduction takes a hold
You lied to everybody else
I can feel an unexplained connection
I can feel your undivided attention
I know that we have to say good bye
But I do
Feel like I have loved you
In another place and time
If it's true
Then I'll be waiting for you
If you ever change your mind
If you ever change your mind
If you ever realise
That it's me you want in your life
You know where to find me
If you ever change your mind
Yeah
song performed by by Tina Arena from Just Me
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Stick Around
If I have offended you...
I do offer options.
You can choose to look at it this way...
Either I have had a lot of practice at it!
With those before you providing my experience.
Or...
You have gotten on my last nerve,
With such a degree of annoyance...
I had to offend,
To deliver the attention you sought!
Now...
Which is it?
If neither of those applies,
And this is your first time being insulted...
You and I could become good friends.
I do not often offend without a purpose.
Stick around!
You look as if,
I might have finally found the one...
Who will not put up with it!
'You're sick! '
Really?
Tell me more.
Don't stop.
I'm all ears.
You have my undivided attention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undivided Attention
I 'use' to wonder as a child,
Why there were so many elderly people...
Packed inside the church,
My mother made sure...
She would take my sister and I,
Faithfully on Sunday and choir rehearsals...
As children.
When I turned 60,
I realized...
I could talk to myself,
And not get a batted eye of attention...
From anyone!
That piece of the puzzle,
No longer remains a mystery.
Now I know for a fact...
What those who are elderly know.
God is the only 'One'...
To have ever given undivided attention.
Most in their youth take for granted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Make It Look So Easy
What it is they do,
They must really enjoy it.
They make it look so easy.
'Because something done is enjoyed,
Doesn't make it easy.
I know very few people,
Who do what they do because it is easy.
It's difficult as it is...
Getting requests from others,
Asking them to show what it is one does.
Only to be abandoned by the same folks,
Who realize paying attention is involved.
With a work ethic that is disciplined! '
I wasn't referring to you.
I was talking about them!
Keep that in mind.
'Oh...
Well,
You are right!
They must really enjoy what they do.
They make it look so easy.'
Really?
You're kidding?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until an Attention Is Bestowed
A flower,
Not appreciated for the uniqueness...
Of its natural beauty,
Is no different than the oversight given...
To an imitation that represents,
That which it isn't.
Until an attention is bestowed upon it.
And only then,
When that attention becomes focused...
Does the scent of it provide enjoyment.
And all that is surrounding it,
Connects with an attachment...
As if noticed for the first time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I spoke, I was listened to; and I was at a loss to know how I had so easily acquired the art of commanding attention, and giving the tone to the conversation.
quote by Adelbert von Chamisso
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