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Outdated and sought to replace on someone's menu.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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Out Of The Confines Of Definitions
They wish to define soliloquies,
As a dramatic monologue...
Spoken in a reflection,
By one who rambles in prose.
You know...
Those who profess to be 'scholars'.
AND...
Degreed!
They wish to 'confine' poetry,
As a delivery of lines...
For those who believe,
They have an expertise...
Of what they perceive,
Is an etiquette definition of poetry.
Something, of course...
That elevates the nature of it,
To proper standards that are elite.
Well...
When I receive an image,
And it is written to create an effect.
I am not the one to count lines...
With a caring done if it has rhythm or rhyme.
If I am emotionally affected and what I read connects,
The author of what I read that touches me...
Could be a literary genius!
Or someone considered out of their mind.
And most times,
People who create are just that.
Out of the confines of definitions,
To create their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fitting Conditions One Accepts
Look for them.
Definitions!
They will be there.
Used for what they are...
To become redefined,
To suit minds seeking reason.
On their terms.
To find a value that expresses,
One's way of life.
To either correct or ignore,
What is right.
To apply these definitions...
Fitting conditions one accepts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sober, Grave, And Staid
Sober, grave, and staid...
To highlight one's prim and proper,
Self restraint.
Often impairs one's vigor and effectiveness,
To react spontaneously...
That allows the naturalness of the order of things,
To flourish to become what they are intended.
And unfortunately reflects,
A stagnation of beliefs with those standards valued...
Unable to compete with an existing reality.
'We will continue to seek leadership,
Which represents 'our' interests.'
~And those interests are? ~
'Whatever has worked for our ancestors.'
~Even though times have drastically changed? ~
'We are not going to allow times to change.
We prefer to keep our beliefs outdated.
And we are entitled to do just that.'
~But what is the advantage? ~
'We do not concern ourselves with benefits,
Or advantages.
Logic or common sense.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Test My Appetite
Some prefer and choose perfection,
To convey ideals...
Promoted to instill.
With a showing of a knowledge...
In a hope that this appeals.
And then there are those,
Who have chosen to be real.
Grounded and solid of sound minds.
To find they are critiqued...
By those of the pretentious kind.
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
In these times,
I will nourish first...
Before rehearsing any refinement,
I've learned from the past.
But today does not work.~
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
Go ahead!
Test my appetite!
I dare you.
Leave that stew.
And I'll show you what can be done with it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The wheels of time
The wheels of time roll around,
it dosn't stop for anyone
the wheels of time, for me it's almost done.
The wheels of time rolls around,
changes me with age
the wheels of time for my life a new stage
The wheels of time roll around,
life has passed me by
the wheels of time make me want to cry.
The wheels of time roll around
so many changes they bring
the wheels of time, for me going faster than a train.
The wheels of time roll around
another day gone, another day went by,
the wheels of time, changes in my life, I'll apply.
The wheels of time roll around
changes I need to make,
the wheels of time, chances I have to take
The wheels of time roll around
closing in on me,
the wheels of time, finally I'll face it with glee.
Snap Out Of It
Think of it this way!
The time you take today,
To place judgement on anyone...
Will it make a difference?
When people are seeking to quench a thirst,
How many do you believe,
Have thoughts to impress with proper etiquette?
How many are hoping to approach their thirst,
First with political correctness on their minds?
Especially if that one has been critiqued,
By those giving their outdated opinions heard...
As if fossils undefined but creating their own refinement,
Believing themselves deserving of the attention given.
Think of it this way!
The time you take today,
To place judgement on anyone...
Will it make a difference?
Has it?
Snap out of it!
The only ones you influence,
'May' be the snails.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Chased Bees Jarred In Backyards
An outcast is safe from being captured,
Like chased bees jarred in backyards...
To buzz,
As curious kids collecting insects...
During a Spring bloom.
An outcast is safe from being captured,
From those places declared...
To have a social etiquette impaired.
But times as they are do change for them.
An outcasting experienced,
Eventually frees them from minds...
Once locked in.
To find in changing times that arrive...
Those who chose to criticize,
Now find their points of view despised.
And like those trapped bees once caught in jars,
Are sought more today than they ever were.
Since people have come to realize,
A needing of the bees...
Like those chosen to be outcast,
Are part of a cycle that helps life thrive.
And if pieces of it are picked to dismiss...
Life as we know it,
Dies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Two Just Do Not Agree
We have different definitions of integrity.
You and I.
I prefer to nip things in the bud...
With eyes that are cleared.
Freed of cloudy assumptions and innuendos.
Since those I do not endear.
In fact,
I bother not to go near them.
They lead to bogus beginnings.
And I can't feed my mind,
On situations intertwined...
Reeking with falsities.
We have different definitions of integrity.
You and I.
With a seeing from a point of view that is eye to eye.
And that is an impossibility to do when two just do not agree.
On how to objectively induce the origin of truth,
To produce the enhancement of productivity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Acceptance and Compliancy
Acceptance is not the same as compliancy.
Although both definitions suggest flexibility.
Acceptance is done after comprehension comes.
And one compliant seems to be more submissive,
Technically.
With actions that are specific,
To what is defined and made understood.
And one who accepts definitions,
May argue with an understanding...
That attention and answers are expected to be given,
When asked!
With someone 'qualified' to deliver what appeases.
Or no one sleeps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Times Roll
Let the good times roll
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Let the stories be told
They can say what they want
Let the photos be old
Let them show what they want
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll-oll
Wont you let the good times roll
Good times roll
If the illusion is real
Let them give you a ride
If they got thunder appeal
Let them be on your side
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Wont you let the good times roll-oll
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Wont you let the good times roll
Well let the good times roll
Let =91em roll (good times roll)
Let the good times roll
Oo let the good times roll
Oo let the good times roll
Let =91em roll (good times roll)
Well, let the good times roll
(let the good times roll)
Well let the good times roll
Good times roll
(let the good times roll)
Let the good times roll
Let =91em roll
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Brother Trucker
Breaker number nine big buddy
Put your ears on me now
This trucker got to have a big lie tonight
Come on sucker
Come back brother trucker
I keep seeing double
Unless I close one eye
And Ive got to roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Sure enough a shame bout the shape Im in
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Someone to love the truck driving man
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Im a driving fool
I make my own rules
One part man and one part mule
One part fossil fuel
I got the heart of steel
I pull eighteen wheels
Mister nine to five in his coup de ville
No, never know how it feels
To really roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Holding my own just the best as I can
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Outward bound from south bend
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Moon over new jersey
Big state police
Well, Im in a hurry
Could you let me go in peace
Im an independent
I dont make no teamster dough
cause the a.f.l. and the c.i.o.
Still dont own the road
And the only man telling me where to go
Is the man who owns my load
And he says roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I say where and you say when
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Get back on your wheels again
Turn the goddamn thing around and do it again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Fat bucket, Im back on my wheels again
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Definitions That Evolve
As is now defined...
Time and our minds change.
So do definitions that evolve,
To erase and lift limited restrictions.
Leaving us to redefine meaning.
And why we exist,
To fable our lives lived...
With a fictitiousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Nothing Is Handed To Us
when nothing is handed to us
we learn to acquire what we think we really need
this is the instinct of survival
and we do not depend on the power of the sun
or the mercy of the moon
we may ask the tiny stars to lend a little of their light
for the darkness of our nights
but when there is none even a flicker from
the stones will be enough
we learn to burn the dryness of our hearts
to create this innate fire
and when we realize what we really are
we begin to find for ourselves the truth
we create our own light and we share the warmth
we become ourselves and then they look at us
we gain so much courage and we do not mind them anymore
when nothing is handed
we learn for the first time that we have our hands to move
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Freed From Quantitative Measures
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
An evaluation taking place,
Have many coming face to face...
With what makes them happy.
Some are finding happiness,
Is not being self absorbed with the wishes of others.
And a desire to return to a quality of life,
Freed from quantitative measures...
Pressured by the onslaught,
Of egotistical impressions to make...
For the sake of being accepted,
Has increased in the exchange...
Of what is more valued.
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
These depictions have been subjected to rapid change.
With a simple hug from someone touched,
The only desire sought these days.
And a sincerity felt has become more precious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Roll With It
Roll with it (2x)
Oh yeah
Roll with it
You've got to
Roll with it
If you ever feel
Like no one cares
When you try your best
But you get nowhere
Don't give in
Cause good times will come again
Hey
When they criticize
Every move you make
And you've had as much
As you're gonna take
Don't you worry
Soon enough
Things will change
Ohhho
And when it seems as though
No one understands young man
(Understands young man)
Oh don't you let your head hang down
Young woman
Just stick to your plan
You've got to
Chorus:
Roll with it
That's what you gotta do
Roll with it
Yeah yeah
Roll with it
Oh yeah
You've got to
Roll with it
That's what you gotta do
Roll with it
Just roll with it
Roll with it
You've got to roll
Just roll with it
Everything will be fine
Just roll with it
It's gonna be alright
Just roll with it
Don't put yourself down
If you just can't find
Someone to trust
When you give your heart
But you don't get much
Don't you worry
The time is gonna come
Ooooh yeah
The whole world's school
So much to learn
So learn it well
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The Option To Do As You Please Clause
The bottom line,
Is needing no signature.
Or a validation of that which takes place.
The bottom line,
Whether definitions are agreed upon or not...
Will ensure a captivating of attention,
Regardless of the frowns shown...
On faces demanding they are entitled,
To additional suitable options.
'But we have not agreed upon the options!
And we protest the tone of your delivery.'
~And again...
As you can see,
This bottom line is quite specific.
You will notice...
The Option To Do As You Please Clause,
Has been eliminated.
Thank you for reminding me.
Sometimes I forget to use,
My velvet vocal touches.
How's this?
More soothing?
Take your time.
Read it again!
NEXT.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Edible?
You may choose to fool yourself,
With overused semantics.
To recreate definitions as you wish.
With an appeal to appease.
Philosophies are just what they are...
Subjected to limitations.
Edible?
They are not!
But they can feed,
The minds of those...
Who choose to gather,
In preparation to debate.
And some may not have a taste for that.
To leave just as pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Step Back
How can you say were not together?
How can you say its all the same in someone elses eyes?
How can you say it gives you pleasure?
That someones pulling you aside
But now I want to find out
How youre living outside yourself
And how you feel like the one thats held it all in place
How you dont feel the shame
Youll never know, youll never know now
How to let go the hate or how to hold on
Youll never know, never know now now
Where it all can lead to
Leave it all in the past and move on
You might find your way home
Leave it all in the past and roll on
You might find your way home
How can you stray from your direction?
How can you wait outside the door thats opened up for you?
How can you only see rejection,
When Ive offered all I have to you?
Are you ever gonna find out
Youll never know, never know now now
Where it can all lead to
Leave it all in the past and move on
You might find your way home
Leave it all in the past and roll on
You might find your way home
Step back
Take a closer look
Step back
Find out where it leads you to
Step back step back step back
Leave it all in the past and move on
You might find your way home
Leave it all in the past and roll on
You might find your way home
Leave it all in the past and move on
You might find your way home
Leave it all in the past and roll on
You might find your way home
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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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