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That 'Rubbing' Done That Has Appalled You

If you really want to feel offended by anything done,
To you that is believed is directed.
Be you offended,
By being deceived, manipulated and used.
By those who have thrown that up in your face.
Then compared that to something you've heard,
That you have felt...
Rubbed you the wrong way.

Now...
With that 'rubbing' done that has appalled you,
Connect that something said...
To that which is actually happening to you.
On a daily basis that you have blindly accepted.
With that false faith you project to protect.
That accepts being deceived, manipulated and used.
What words have you heard has directly affected your life?

The words you don't like?
Or the people honest enough to say them?

Now...which do you prefer when being stabbed in the back?
Being able to selected the instrument used?
Or do you have a preference for a certain color?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manipulated Distrusting Days

Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
There seems no end to them.
Although we live them with a craze that stays.
We have been manipulated and we're not phased.

Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.

Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.

Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.

Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.

Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
As if we are committed.
We're in the midst of them.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And we can't quit...
These manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proclaiming Preferences

Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?

One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!

They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.

It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.

Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.

Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.

'What's the matter?
You look upset.'

~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~

'Selected and picked?
For what? '

~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~

'What are they doing? '

~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~

'What are you talking about? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaccustomed to Having An Identity

Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And others became offended by that?
Others became offended...
Because you announced a clarity of your identity.
AND...
This offended?
AND...
You then became so proud of who you were,
Your entire presence began to threaten?
Especially those unaccustomed to having an identity!
The ones from birth until death,
Are only known by their nicknames.
And they are related to people who will never know,
Their real names.
Ever!

Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?

And the next thing they want you to do,
Is to get 'right' with God.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceived by a pretty face

Deceived by a pretty face
~
She talked so softly, almost sweet
With an air of sorrow in her voice
She looked on with a pretty face
And caught the eye and words
Of a passer by who stopped to believe
That a gentle soul lay in wait
And by being there he could help
Perhaps win her heart so he could protect
A feeling he at first did not concede
But grew to feel in the time he spent
Only such time he did not see
How a game was put to play
Soon his services were forgotten
His words cast aside without a care
Upset he quietly walked away
Realising he had been misled
Deceived by a pretty face

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Regurgitating

People are often offended,
By a truth directly spoken.
And often people incriminate,
Those who speak their own minds.
Those with some integrity and also honest,
Without regurgitating what to them has been heard...
Or suggested when hypnotized by fresh gossip splurged,
To affect with purpose and intended to have an effectiveness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is the greatest scam in history. I am amazed, appalled and highly offended by it. Global Warming; It is a scam. Some dastardly scientists with environmental and political motives manipulated long term scientific data to create an illusion of rapid global warming.

quote by John Coleman
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In The Picture, Near It Or Close To The Frame

No matter what is said,
To another with words believed understood...
There will be a misinterpretation,
That is explained to someone else...
For that person to comprehend,
Within the limits of what they have experienced.
And everyone knows those experiences are different.

And if an experience is limited with no sense to make,
Eventually there will be yet another someone...
Who becomes offended,
By what was intentionally not meant to escalate...
For anyone else to hear in the first place.
But in small towns,
Nothing is left as it had initially originated.

'I just want you to know,
I heard what you said.
But I'll go ahead and forgive you anyway.'

~What did you hear that I said?
When you weren't there or in the conversation.~

'It doesn't matter.
Although you could have come to me first.'

~But what I said wasn't about you at all.
Nor were you,
In the picture, near it or close to the frame.~

'That's not what I heard.
And you don't have to explain.
I'm not into photography.
Or words I heard you want to now change.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making

When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.

And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.

A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.

This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.

When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.

'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Day A Dawning Will Come

Is there a limit you will not go beyond,
In regards to offending others?

'Look around you.
Show me just 'one' person that is appalled,
By what they hear or see.

There has been absolutely nothing,
I have ever said that did not represent...
What was observed.'

Then why do you think people become offended,
When the obvious is mentioned?

'Have you heard of 'them' and 'they' before?
Those are the ones always blamed.
Facing the facts,
Has not been introduced to their life experience yet.
You can see a cloudy cover still over their eyes.
One day a dawning will come and they will brighten.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booger

you who loves so blindly
the one who does not love you
in return
has become this booger
manipulated by his fingers
and then thrown
after so much abuse
into the infinite space
of oblivion

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Accustomed To This

Accustomed we are,
To cheapness.
With a fakeness that glistens.
And being on knees to plead,
For a decent existence.

Accustomed we are,
To reach with a seeking.
Although deceived by theories idealized,
To keep our delusions fresh...
And kept alive as standards long rusted.

So accustomed to this,
We are...
Caught up in despising any realist,
Found to be painting scenes...
Pictured as observed.

And yet seen but felt demeans,
With exaggerated caricatures...
Depicting realities lived as they are.
But denied.
With a feeling that leaves those believing,
How appalled they are to be this openly offended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You will live your life secure in that you are no longer manipulated by what other people want you to do and be, but are directed by your own inner desires.

quote by H. Stanley Judd
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Quite Shocked And Appalled

Quite shocked and appalled are they.
The ones accused to be the reason,
Why a way of life is 'rumored' to be tied...
Directly to them.
And the cause of a downslide and bankruptcy.

They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.

They feel offended when it is broadcast on TV...
How their children who lack discipline,
Respect, hygiene and social etiquette...
Is directly connected to a reflected negligence.
And those fingers are pointed to them.
Because of their feelings of being entitled...
And the laws that are 'designed' to protect their whims.

They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.

And the money that is spent,
To keep their symbolic points of view...
Gleaming in their minds,
And where these images are found...
Has broken their backs,
To bring their knees to touch the ground.

And...
They don't accept this.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.
And they protest and picket their leadership,
To change what they've done quick...
Or,
They will find themselves replaced.
They demand at any cost,
To have their delusions better represented.

And 'this' they will accept.
Although maintaining pretentions,
Can be quite expensive.

Quite shocked and appalled are they.
The ones accused to be the reason,
Why a way of life is 'rumored' to be tied...
Directly to them.
And the cause of a downslide...
And bankruptcy.
Attached to their credit.
And upaid loans.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adieu

The autumn is crying,
cold rains denying,
North wind burns my face,
colorful leaves are flying,
as they are in a race.

I have parted with you
telling quiet adieu,
and it seems for good.
Not having heard I love you,
I quite well everything understood.

There was time I believed
when sweet words I received,
I just wanted to be loved,
but you simply deceived,
she has become your beloved.

You’ll be quite well forgotten
as your love was so rotten.
When my wounds are healed
I will start a new life,
in a new house, on my own field.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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To Be Understood

Nothing believed comes,
If one should run from it.
And...
Nothing believed comes,
If one is stunned by it.

Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who become offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.

Observe and listen with a sitting,
Not too many do.
Too many are quick with their lips,
And...
Prove they are rude.
To then to accuse,
Someone to be abusive.

Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who become offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.

And wounds are never mended.
With a healing recommended...
'Cause...
People wish to brood as they choose.

Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who are offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
But they aren't listening,
As they could and they should.
No they're not listening as they should and they could.
And if they listen they would be understood.

No they don't listen to,
Be understood.
No they don't listen like they could and should.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hate Me

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

I want to show the lie you're living in.
But I won't cause you can't accept the truth.
You're an abscess that just wont go away.
The pain is here to stay.
A message I'm here to relay.