That I Did Not Say
If you 'were' to select,
Someone to which your abilities were compared...
To be critiqued.
Whom would you pick?
'Hmmm...
Let's see.
I would probably pick someone who believed,
Their best was to achieve mediocrity.'
But suppose their efforts were championed.
And the greater of your efforts were deemed to be less.
Wouldn't that bother you?
Wouldn't you be upset?
'Why should I be bothered?
My mind is not one of a critic.
And I spend no time deciding 'whom' to crtique.'
So you think nothing of your accomplishments.
Nor of your notoriety.
'THAT I did not say.
My devotion, commitment and sacrifice,
Consistency with persistence and longevity...
Should speak for itself.'
Then you are familiar with being criticized?
'Oh yes.
Definitely.
But I've been working on my low tolerance,
When showing I am getting annoyed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mediocrity Is Not An Effort That Succeeds
I do not pursue a challenge with you.
No.
Not at all.
I am on a quest,
To outdo 'my' best!
And having me to critique,
My own efforts made...
I wouldn't wish this kind of pressure,
On anyone else.
You should hear some of the things I say!
I am too forgiving of others' attempts.
And much too strict...
When accepting what I believe,
Is a commitment to achieve...
What I deem for myself as 'sheer' mediocrity.
And mediocrity is not an effort that succeeds.
Not for me as a motivator,
Pushing towards a direction that pleases.
It is for me an acceptance of procrastination.
And I have already given myself accolades for that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into It Like That
What makes anyone believe,
The words poets decide to select and pick...
Is as easy as a wish for it to happen.
And...
A breeze!
Thoughts like that use to get to me.
But not anymore.
Usually people who express those opinions,
Have no idea the process taken to create.
And some believe all that is needed,
Is a quick review and a rating done of what is produced.
'Do you mind reading what I do then giving it a rate?
I've done that for you.
Let me know what you think.
You are valued! '
I wouldn't mind doing that at all.
But too many experienced grief before notoriety.
And when that notoriety came...
Many respected writers and poets experienced ostracism first.
Loneliness, addictions and...death!
I'm not into it like that.
To stick with this artform is a risk of emotions.
And if one is dedicated and devoted...
The time given it will expose that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If This Was Not For You
If this was not for you,
I wouldn't take the time.
I'm sure I can find other things to do.
If this was not for you.
If this was not for you,
I don't think I'd be sitting with this patience.
Wanting to achieve what I believe,
You would approve.
If this was not for you,
I would not bother...
To listen to my heart like this.
It has been too long I've wanted someone like you.
Someone with finesse and attitude.
Direct and yet aggressive.
Optimistically objective...
Without getting upset.
With the very best of me...
There for you 'if' you do!
If this was not for you,
I wouldn't take the time.
And you wouldn't know this,
Is something from my heart!
Something that is mine to give...
And deliver to you as is!
I'm sure I can find other things to do.
If this was not for you....
The moment this was started.
You have to know that's true.
My feelings for you would have long departed.
From a passing fantasy into the emptiness,
Of forgotten thoughts.
If this was not for you,
You would not make time...
Stand still in my mind!
Nor will I seek to find it
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Notoriety
Those who achieve notoriety,
May not have started on that path...
Seeking it at all.
Notoriety...
Seems to be what others single out,
To convince a uniqueness is to be believed.
And a determination is bestowed,
Believed deserving of attention.
A notoriety is 'given' but seldom is it mentioned,
By the one who did not solicit it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wouldn't It Be Great
Wouldn't it be great,
To speculate with accuracy...
How someone else should be,
And they were exactly...
How we perceived them.
And we were rumor mill free.
Wouldn't it be great?
Wouldn't it be great,
To have a flavor to taste?
And that flavored tasted,
Was exactly the one craved.
How about this one?
Would it be great,
If those were created...
For the deeds they did.
And have those who knew it,
Not try to throw someone under a bus.
Wouldn't it be great,
If people awakened to appreciate others?
Instead of defaming the slander.
Or pick their names to cuss.
Wouldn't it be great if it 'was' about an 'us'...
And not about distrust, deceit,
Or the feeding of selfish greed.
Wouldn't it be greed if we did not believe,
We were entitled with these as needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luck Has Nothing To Do With What Has Been Achieved
Sacrifice, initiative, motivation, discipline...
Self esteem, belief, faith and consistency,
With a persistence to get done and do!
Are you listening to me?
Success has more than one avenue,
One can take to reach it.
But if commitment isn't attached,
With a plan to match...
Some folks will never know,
How it feels...
To touch a dream that comes to life.
And when one has spent many sleepless nights,
In pain and 'still' applies emotions felt to accomplish...
With a focused devotion no one witnesses to see to believe,
Luck has nothing to do with what has been achieved!
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Wouldn't want to write the X-Men, and I suppose the X-Men is the ultimate Marvel comic, and I really wouldn't want to go anywhere near it at all, although on the other had I wouldn't mind having a crack at something like the Punisher.
quote by Garth Ennis
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If You Are Not Feeling It
Do you have it in yourself to achieve?
Are you bothered by listening and discipline?
Does either one of them or both...
Make you cringe?
Especially when someone experienced,
Tells you over and over again...
Those are the two key elements to success.
And you regard criticisms, advice and suggestions...
As being offensive to your sensitivities?
Plus you rather socialize than to sacrifice your time,
To do anything that prioritizes...
What you claim to have love and interest to do.
And there is no loyalty or devotion applied?
Where is your passion?
Do 'I' think you have it in yourself to achieve?
That's the question you did ask me,
Right?
Well...
You have none of that of which I just mentioned.
Was that a trick question?
Or did you just want to see me laugh?
And why would you ask me,
A question like that in the first place?
If you are not feeling it...
What makes you believe that I can feel 'that',
Coming from you?
Stop seeking attention.
Stop seeking acceptance.
Start...
Believing in yourself and your abilities,
And you will never have to ask me...
Or anyone else,
A question like that again.
Now get out of my face.
You're wasting 'my' time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sidetracked By an Ego Boost
Keep believing you're the last best thing on Earth.
I'm sure to you that has a worth!
You remind me frequently I do not meet your expectations...
Or satisfy your preference list!
You call to tell me this all the time!
As if you'd like me to play along,
To keep what I'm missing in my mind.
It's your choice to insist on playing hard to get!
But if you notice this at all...
I have shown no interest!
I'm holding nothing back to stall,
To participate in debate or conquests!
And the 'last best thing on Earth',
Wouldn't bother me to suggest I'm less than dirt.
Unless you feel you have been picked over?
Sidetracked by an ego boost...
You need me to help you hoist!
And the last of anything I select to be with me,
Is not the first thing on my mind I would want!
It certainly wouldn't be...
Anything I'd give time to consider,
As an opportunity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Efforts
I'll not make
Any special
Efforts to
Please you
If you get
Pleased by my
Usual efforts
I'll thank my luck
If my efforts
Displease you
I'll say
Hard Luck
And wish you
‘Better Luck'
With someone else's
Efforts
Though I know
You'll not go
Anywhere
And still
Cling to me,
Expecting me
To please you
With more
Concerted efforts
As if your pleasure
Has always depended
On my special efforts!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Want To Know That You Will Munch
If it is going to be from me stated,
Not a syllable connected...
Has been chosen in haste.
I do not intend to waste time.
Neither yours or mine.
Throwing anything together,
To satisfy a taste.
I don't want you just to nibble.
I want to know that you will munch.
If I find there is something important to say,
And I regard you as an important receiver?
I am not going to select anything quickly,
To pick and appease what I believe,
Will be acceptable to your taste.
I am not that kind of chef.
To deliver less than my best
If what I say is important enough to say to you,
That importance I show to you I wish to keep.
I want you to expect each time a feast from me.
And if that is not believed...
I have no other way to convince.
Other than to ignore you.
And I perceive you have been already,
Accustomed to that.
Or you wouldn't be so offended,
By the closeness of my approach.
Or my willingness to remain attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Passion Comes To Sit
Deciding to walk alone on an unpaved road...
With a cautious pace starting slow,
To face a fear...
Makes for one unafraid of challenges,
All things believed...
Are possible to achieve,
When a passion comes to sit...
With a convincing conviction that will not quit.
Knowing that a stopping to dropp desires,
On a path unknown...
In not an option when a task has been chosen.
And in a mind kept focused...
Efforts with attempts made one day will be shown.
Especially if dreams are wished to touch,
The feeling of this is...
Until one's fingertips identifies the arrival of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Born In A Junkyard
If you wouldn't mind, I would like it blew
If you wouldn't mind, I would like to lose
If you wouldn't care, I would like to leave
If you wouldn't mind, I would like to breath
Is there another reason for your stain
Could you believe who we knew stress or strain
Here is another word that rhymes with shame
You could do anything
song performed by by Nirvana
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Hard To Open Up Without Being Judged
saying what i feel is hard to do,
i don't open up much,
what's the point?
theonly personwho gets to judge,
is me!
other people don't need to know,
what i'm going through,
plus more,
so why do i need to open up?
to say what's on my mind,
when the only judge is me?
wouldn't you say?
it's wrong to judge a person,
you know nothing about,
just to find,
nothing you said,
never seemed to be true?
could this be why?
saying what's on my mind is hard?
because people like to pick out,
everything that don't expain,
who you are and everything you can be?
wouldn't it be time,
to stop judging people for,
who they are on the outside,
and just look within,
where all of the true beauty is?
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10-09-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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It's About The Craft
It's about the craft.
And a consistency applied,
To prefect its presentation...
One who has no hesitation,
To sacrifice time.
Without a seeking for devices,
That provides an easy ride.
It's about the craft!
And those who are up to the task,
Need not to answer when asked...
What for them is thirsted first.
It's about the craft,
That has such a holding grasp...
No one can loosen to have it released.
'That's deep!
But what is it that has a hold on someone,
One knows and prefers to keep? '
A love for what it is,
One does.
With a seeking to reach greater heights.
'Wouldn't it be easier if you lowered your expectations? '
Who's craft is this?
You do...
As 'you' wish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through An Exit To Escape
It comes as no surprise,
By those who get things done.
That their efforts to do and achieve,
Are often criticized loudly.
And usually by the ones supported,
By others informed too late...
To discover who actually does the work,
That gets done by the ones...
Who eventually decide to step aside,
Through an exit to escape...
To prove what it is they've been accused of not doing.
While others await aging impatiently,
Listening to the ones they have supported and their excuses.
'When are you coming back to do what you use to do? '
~Are you kidding?
To leave my peace of mind behind,
And my time to be abused by those amused?
Who told you I was desperate for that kind of attention? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank God For The Critics
It use to bother me when I heard others say,
Who did or did not have talent.
And I believe one who breathes has skills,
Of some kind.
I like to stay in that frame of mind.
Then it dawned on me,
If those who had time to speak negatively...
Of course they would have time to pass judgement too.
And with a 'light' of insight,
I was introduced!
'These are the critics! Enjoy.'
And they seem to despise those who have gifts,
That attracts the attention they wish their efforts could.
If efforts of creativity within them exists.
Rehearsed and practiced until they are driven into fits.
But they don't work at it.
To know the experience.
Nor the requirements of self examination and honesty.
With a mix of naïveté and vulnerability unbelieved.
Keeping an accepted freshness alive.
And talents shine when this is done!
This also inspires and encourages at least 'someone'.
Thank God for the critics.
And those with talents who are inspired to resist,
The exchange done of sharp tongues.
And those with frowning lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pick It Up Or Be Gone
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Don't try to imitate,
Homemade cake.
Oh no.
And don't ever try to duplicate,
A delicious taste.
Or...
Butter up faked mashed potatos.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
Oooow.
Pick it up or be gone.
Yeah.
Pick it up or be gone.
Now...
Pick it up or be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Goods From Your Efforts
Rise to the occasion each time met.
No matter how brisk cool breezes blow.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet.
Bring with it uncomfortable humidity.
To slow the affects of your expectations.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or keep a goal that is set to let slip,
From its fixed position in your mind.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will deliver to you prosperity in time.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet,
To slow the affects of your expectations.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will leave you cheering to erase every regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shake Off Dust
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
If I sat and thought,
About what it was i wanted to achieve...
None of my accomplishments,
Would have been given life to breathe.
I had been accused of doing nothing,
By those I observed doing that at their best.
And I never thought of that as a challenge for me.
So I left that to others to win that contest!
What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
To get done.
I'm not one satisfied,
To rid myself or shake off dust.
Or notice it if it should come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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