The Balancing Of Sanity
There was a time,
When I would lay with mind awake...
And eyes open to contemplate,
My favorite seasons.
And with each one...
I would review what I had done.
And for no reason I would get up,
Before dawn would arrive...
To begin pacing the floor,
With a thinking of what chores I should do.
And which to ignore.
There is so much inside my home,
Seeking an attention given to come.
I then begin to explore,
The kind of day the Sun starts to etch.
And how I can avoid,
What in my head I should do next.
And if a cloudless sky,
Communicates to me...
That I should do what's best.
Well...
Who am I to argue?
I pray, exercise, shower and shave.
I may nibble something to eat.
To then acknowledge,
I will not waste a beautiful day...
Attempting to convince myself,
That a doing of chores had been a priority.
Especially if the Sun has invited me to go outside.
I am easily persuaded,
When Mother Nature invites.
And 'Mama' knows how I can be enticed.
'But,
Your chores?
What about them? '
Oh...
It's 'you'?
The good deed doer side of my mind!
Trying to inflict a sense of responsibility!
I contemplated them.
Isn't that enough?
I am not seeking to be rational,
With reasonable actions to master.
Nor,
Will I be bored today with the balancing of sanity.
I'm not going to give time for a scheduling of that.
Not today.
I am going to relax.
So go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is beautiful
And she writes me today without any attempt to cover
in any way
Her honest situation from New Jersey,
“Here I do all the work for my children
Unlike in the Philippines where I can have
A maid to do the chores for me
Like I have to do the laundry
Vacuum the floor
Cook and prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner
Clean the toilet, the living room, the kitchen
And the bedroom
What could I do
I have to make the most of it, right?
Here we always move from one
Place to another
My husband has to go from
One business trip to
another business trip
one state
then another state
And we have to tug
The kids along
For fear that the big kid
On the other block
That kid on medication
(I may be paranoid)
may harm him
the other day
he pushed rod
on the pool and good
that I was there
to straighten
things and
help.
Here I really have no time
Meeting friends and
Chat and party
Unlike in the Philippines
where mama cooks
and the party
begins with
friends coming
and the laughing
and talking
begin
for hours
and hours
we were never
conscious of
the time
here there is simply so many
Work to do
daily chores
choking me
as i have
already told
you
I can’t even have enough
Time on this laptop
And write you long emails
But despite
nonetheless
I will always remember
What you always tell me
Life is Beautiful
What can
I do
But make the most of it,
right? ”
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be my Mentor
I am going to have a shower and shave
Then I want to be your personal slave
To kiss and cuddle hug and hold
Also take care of the household
It is very hard you will have a lot of responsibility
To take control of me to the best of your ability
Tell me what you want what you really wish for
You will have to guide me show me be my mentor
I really do not mind being told what to do
As long as I can give all my love to you
The rest is easy daily chores and things
And answering the door when the bell rings
CK Brazil is My Mentor 4ever xxx
poem by David Darbyshire
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A Mind Confined To Childhood
I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
Since I will always remember these words...
'Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You'.
And yet some people expect acceptance,
No matter what it is they may say to deceive.
Or do to another out of sight for others to see.
To put a blame on someone else!
'There Is No Tree You Can Hide Behind,
Thinking You Can Not Be Seen.'
My mother would often say this to me,
When I hated to do her assigned chores cheerfully.
I want to respect one's consciousness.
I really do.
But to tolerate a consistent foolishness from another,
Has been removed from my agenda to acknowledge...
A wasting of a mind confined to childhood does no good,
Or represent a healthy sanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Here Has Been Invited To Do The Boogey
With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay.
And a-picking the tobacco...
Everyday until the Sun fades away,
Reminisces up my ancestors.
With a reminiscing up their lives...
And what it takes,
For me to stay...
As I am this day today.
Is a reason why I pride my dignity.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
No time to do a hi-dee-hey!
And no time to drink up my hard earned pay,
To be buzzed around...
From midnight until dawn!
No...
No time to do a hi-dee-hey.
And no time to drink up my hard earned pay...
To whisper gossip,
With a nonstop to dropp it.
Like if I cropped it.
To then sweep a floor...
As I whistled while mopping it.
No!
With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay.
And a-picking the tobacco...
Everyday until the Sun fades away,
No!
To then sweep a floor...
As I whistled while mopping it.
No!
Like if I cropped it,
With a nonstopping to it?
No!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
'Uh...
You?
The 'artist'!
I like your footwork.
But no one here has been invited to do the boogey!
Got that?
Good!
Now do your chores! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Further Hesitating in the Waste of Time
I understand where you are going with this.
I even understand,
Why you might want this addressed.
But understanding 'you'...
I will never consider my priority.
Perhaps your therapist has you thinking,
You are okay.
And that is the reason your therapist gets paid.
But the time I have been given,
To live my life as I wish...
To adventure and explore,
Every moment of it...
I am going to do that.
Since...
It has only been a few years,
I realized I can do that and more...
Without asking for anyone's approval.
Or assistance.
And today?
I know what I can choose to accept.
Or choose to ignore.
And today and days ahead,
I will choose to ignore...
A further hesitating in the waste of time,
Others find important.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mama's Boy
Who held me responsible,
and accountable for my actions?
My mama.
Who made sure I did my chores...
with a buttoned lip and no back talk?
Doing what I did...
and her voice I would not ignore?
My mama.
When I made a face that was out of place,
and mumbled my thoughts...
I just knew she couldn't 'trace'.
Mama would say, 'Do what I say, boy...
and fix that face! '
Mama's boy is a man now.
And every step I take...
Is done without excuses.
Because my mama didn't allow me to fake!
Or look for an easy 'out' to make!
She knew for me there would be few easy breaks.
And taught me what it was to love...
As she surprised me with a wink!
Served with ice cream...
and a slice of my favorite cake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sound Familiar? for Bill Smith
I dreamt I wrote but I had not.
My pad was empty when I woke,
the poem was gone. I had forgot
but in my head a small voice spoke.
Don’t try so hard you won’t succeed
though it’s recorded in your mind.
It will return at its own speed.
There is no way that you can find.
The key with which you gain access.
It simply doesn’t work that way.
You brain needs some time to process
The information stored awa.
I got on with my daily chores
switched my mind to here and now
I knew this was the only course
that my sub conscious would allow.
My chores all done a coffee break
seemed like a good idea to me.
I sat relaxed just half awake.
The floodgates opened suddenly.
My pad and pen were close to hand
I always keep them close to me.
A habit you will understand
if you too write some poetry.
The words flowed freely from my pen
I did not need to think, just write.
I had recalled the words again
and writ them down in black and white.
It doesn’t always work that way
some poems are lost beyond recall.
Never to see the light of day.
I’m glad to say that’s some not all.
6-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Seeking To Speed Up A Way
When women begin to commit acts,
Of armed robbery...
Breast feeding and baking cookies,
Or standing over a sink...
Filled with unwashed dishes,
Is something not likely to be on their minds.
Unless...
They are seeking to speed up a way that finds,
Payment quickly for new appliances that are quickly delivered.
Enabling them to do those chores...
To keep up with the neighbors living next door!
Who knows what the time of the month does to some folks?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Been There. Done That. Too Often
There is a reason why,
I do not express a desire...
To know what it is you think.
'What is it? '
I observe it around you.
And as of today,
You have never mentioned it...
As a priority or even a concern.
And you should.
'Why haven't you brought this to my attention? '
If what is obvious to me,
Has not yet dawned on your mind to see...
Why would you believe a wasting of my time,
Is on my agenda to get you to open 'your' eyes?
Been there.
Done that.
Too often.
Today?
My anger has developed into amusement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What In The World?...
2032
Housewives shock in blue
What in the world is it coming to
What in the world
2033
Cannabis in tea
What in the world. acid is free
What in the world
If daddy could see today
Hed be turning in his grave
If mummy could see the way
The boys and girls and the manner in which
They talk to their parents
2034
Women fight the wars
Men are too bored, theyre scrubbing floors
Men are too bored
Theyre staying at home
Doing the chores
What in the world
Do you remember when this life
Was in perspective and the grownups were respected
Theyd give up a seat on the bus
Open your door with no fuss
2035
The whole worlds one beehive
Throw us a line you might be in time
Throw us a line
What in the world
Who gets the girl
What in the world
song performed by by Xtc
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A Point of View Expressed
Mellowed in a way no one would guess...
That stress, conflicts and disappointments met.
And beating unflavorable odds,
To squash surmounting tests.
Perhaps this is how an arrogance evolves...
To give the impression,
A point of view expressed...
Is the only one that is best!
Blessed and gifted,
With the right mix that blends...
A tempered outlook,
To defeat those challenges that begin.
With a struggle to survive,
Seemingly without end...
For them who thrive,
To keep a purpose inside alive!
Some ignore opportunities as chores,
And turn their backs away...
Instead of examining,
What is behind each door.
Frightened to respond to knocks...
And the meaning and purpose,
Goes for them once again...
Unexplored and stops.
Believing those who find their treasures...
Do it without frustrations,
And/or heartbreak to endure!
With nothing else to do,
But to review their stock!
In a contentment,
Which upon them dropped.
Not true say those...
Who have heard this before!
With bruises to show,
But choose to ignore!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Beautiful Lie
Every time I wake up and find myself in this place
As my hands run up to my face
To rub the drowsiness out of my eye
I find myself wrapped in my beautiful lie
In this warm and cozy home
Where I feel the most cold and alone
Wrapped up in my blanket seeking the warm
As my cold heart begins to do it's harm
Making things vivid to my eye the tears leak out and I cry
Here I begin to weave my beautiful lie
My time of wants and need
The time I'm overwhelmed by a perpetual greed
Can't help but think how I'm pathetically nice
As my cold blood runs through my veins like ice
My body shivers even though the sun hits it as it rises on high
Here I thread the needle for my beautiful lie
As the needle starts in with my sin
The stitching starts to begin
My body goes cold and unfeeling as stone
The wounds deeper then bone
Losing my fear and almost wishing to die
Here I bleed my beautiful lie
I begin to laugh and smile
Lost inside my own guile
Here I find myself wrapped up in my beautiful lie
Rubbing the tears from my eye
As your hands leave my face
Every time I wake up and see you in this place
...Inside my beautiful lie
poem by Kevin Shelley
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Being A Mother Means
Being a mother means when you pray for your children God will hear
Being a mother means that you can give a hug when they are near
Being a mother means endless chores
But always with love and it should be something we adore
Being a mother means unconditional love
Even though they do aweful things
Being a mother means we remember the day they were born
Being a mother means they are a gift to cherish, one that we should Not ignore
poem by Zelda Gerkin
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The 'Weird' Child
I was the 'weird' child.
You know...
The odd one out!
The one with chores and responsibilities.
The one all the kids would laughed at,
When I had to stay home...
Sometimes with my sister and I alone.
And told not to answer the door or telephone.
And if we did...
'You'll be sorry for that,
When I get back.'
My mother would say.
In a way that was understood.
And when my mother and father would return...
No excuses were made,
Or jokes told.
If the floor wasn't swept...
A frown I would get from mom.
If I forgot to line the garbage can with newspaper.
I was told to empty it.
Wash it quick...
And do it without a sound.
And I was grounded,
If I looked as if I wanted to say something about it.
My father 'tried' to be strict.
But my mother handled the 'raising' business.
My mama had us go get a 'switch'.
From a bush.
Strip it.
And whipped us with it.
If we did not do what mama said!
I was the 'weird' child.
Made to feel different then by my peers.
And today I see many of them,
That bring me to tears.
They don't know how to do anything...
But complain!
And when mama would lift up that switch,
Prepared to swing it...
I gritted my teeth.
And I closed my eyes.
But she was the one that ended up crying.
My sister and I would look at each other...
As if to wonder why.
~She whipped us...
And she's crying? ~
'Sssshhh. Shut up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Try to Use Logic
Let's set aside our differences,
Of opinion.
And together,
Come to this agreement!
No where will I...
Or should I obligate myself,
To have your priorities...
In my head.
Nor hold myself accountable,
For the lack of interest to do so.
No where in my mind...
Can I find,
Justification to feel guilty...
For your display of irresponsibility.
And I recently spent all of five minutes,
Being concerned of giving that too much thought.
Let's set aside our differences,
Of opinion.
And together,
Come to this agreement!
You will,
In the very near future...
No longer accuse me for not being 'there' for you.
And I...
Will not find it necessary,
To wonder where you are when I arrive...
To find you gone.
Doing whatever it was that suits you.
AND with whoever.
And we...
You and I,
Can today agree...
That completing those things I need to do,
To get things done...
Will not anger you.
And while I am doing that,
At the best of my ability...
You will focus all of your attention,
On locating a purpose for your life.
How's that?
Does that sound reasonable enough to you?
'Don't try to use logic on me.
It is a little too late for that!
You're 'always' thinking of yourself!
What do you think I am,
Stupid?
If you don't have time to drive me,
To my job interview.
And wait patiently,
Until I'm done to bring me back home...
Fine!
But say it.
Don't beat around the bush with me.'
Son...
I love you.
But at 45 years old...
Don't you think,
That's YOUR responsibility?
You 'kids' are something else today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quiet Revolution.
Let the festivities begin.
We have both mead and metheglin.
In honour of the tribal chief
The cooks roasted a side of beef
And sucking pigs not one but two
So eat as much as you want to.
The great hall rings with merriment
Our finest warriors are content
To eat and drink and listen to
The Gory tales of derring do.
Recited by an ancient bard
Well worthy of a gold award.
The torches in their brackets flare
And drunken men lie everywhere
To sleep it off amidst the straw
Which is spread thickly on the floor.
Tomorrow at the break of day
The womenfolk will clear away.
A woman's work is never done
The warriors have all the fun.
At least that's how it used to be
Today we do things differently.
We share the fun then share the chores.
Although the men complain of course.
The ladies claim equality
The men agree reluctantly.
We have regained the upper hand
A simple man can't understand.
The workings of a woman's mind
Men's brains are of a different kind.
We grant the favours that men seek
Persuade them that they are unique.
We stroke their egos carefully
Manipulate them easily.
Female superiority
Is better than equality.
Saturday,27 October 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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When She Played It Was On Her Piano
As a kid I had ambitions.
And the first of them was to do my chores,
Before my mother would come home from work.
And she would pack them on too!
'I told you to sweep this floor.'
I did!
'With what?
A sandwich?
Do it again.'
My sister, Mimmie, would look at me.
And smile!
I couldn't wait,
To give her the spray can...
To kill the roaches!
I didn't know we weren't suppose to have them,
Until I was eight years old!
And that's not a joke.
One day when my mother went to work,
I made sure Mimmie got introduced.
She's a grandmother now.
And every once in a while...
She will mention how mean I was to her.
Nobody is going to sit,
And enjoy me getting whipped!
And that has been my philosophy...
Learned very early in my life.
Those days are long gone.
And being assigned to responsibilites,
I believe every child needs.
However...
Too many parents have raised lazy and spoiled children.
Believing one day,
They will awaken and be accountable for their actions!
Today as I reflect on my childhood,
I am glad my mother did not allow me to go to sleep...
To chance an awakening to what I knew I should do.
What I had and was going to do got done,
Before I had an opportunity to give it thought.
Procrastination,
Was not a lesson my mother taught.
I've seen parents,
Do everything possible for their children.
To wonder at a later date in time,
Why their children disrespect them.
Even 'if' I looked as if I wanted to say something back,
My mother would put a 'switch' to my behind.
AND...
I would have to fine one she liked to use on me.
That was before the calling of 911.
Today...
They would call that child abuse.
When I grew up...
We got our 'butts' tore up.
Just for looking as 'if'...
We did not enjoy getting whippings!
And I aint hardly kidding.
How does that 'old' saying go?
~Spare the rod and spoil the child.~
Well...
Mimmie and I were very spoiled.
But...
A rocking of a boat,
Did not float at all...
With Ms Edna!
When she played,
It was on her piano!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Heaven Broker
I am the GOOD I set you free
I conquer the evil, follow me and you’ll see
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me in each bee
I am the GOOD I let you MATURE
LOVE and PEACE are my nature
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me in each feature
I am the GOOD, I let you WISE
I fight against hypocrisy and lies
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me in each Exact Sunrise
I am the GOOD, from the sins I am the preventive
I wipe away your hurts, just be my captive
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me from the beginning I am native
I am the GOOD, search, explore, you’ll find me in your inside
In the deep of your inner, I am sinking, help me, I am your Pride
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me when natural acts to me they guide
I am the GOOD, I emancipate you from the TEMPTATION, from the DESIRE
I keep your Inner PEACE, I am the King of your Peaceful empire
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me when the RAIN quenches the FIRE
I am the GOOD, Don’t hesitate, follow me, I am your Special Fair Law;
Peace, Love, Care, Tolerance, Respect and Faith are my Rational Draw
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me when you conceive the CREATOR Perfection, there is no flaw
Right, left, up and down, meditate me I am the NATURE, I am the LOVE
One only CREATOR can do that absolutely He Is Above …
Contemplate NATURE, you’ll find me when all living beings praise Trees, Seas, Bees, Ants and Doves…
I am the GOOD, I am the BELIEVER, your HEAVEN Ticket I’ll pay
I am the TRUTH of each year, month and day,
I head your FAITH to the RIGHT way
If you contemplate me, you would touch me everyday
I show you my signs, I am the Moon light and the Sun Ray
JUST CONTMPLATE NATURE, I'LL BE THERE, IN EVERY WAY
*** All My Respect To My Second Mother THE NATURE
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Someone In My Bed
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
You're always on my mind
I wouldn't call it love
But when we're in the club
We always move in time
And when it gets too much
I hurry home and rush
Wanna see me through the walls
Wanna slide through the floor
And my bed is calling
Blush, as my conscience starts to tell
When i'm going up the stairs
It can't wait 'till morning
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Now it's about the time
Undressing with a sign
That later you'll be mine
We're caught into a vibe
With dirty thoughts that crosses over the stop sign
It's crazy that I feel
Confused it's so surreal
What's happening to me?
One touch and i'm just there
And i'm coming down the stairs
Bragging cos he made me go
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Late at night your eyes on me (ooh)
I know you like what you can't see (ooh)
Face to face along we breathe (oooh)
I can't see what's on your mind (ooh)
Moving slowly down my thigh (ooh)
And the thought just makes me (oooooh)
It feels divine
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
song performed by by Sugababes
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Dick Lips
Please mom
you ground me all the time
I know that I was right all along
And I'm hoping
Remember I'm a kid
I know not what I did just havin' fun
couldn't wait
for something new
and yesterday
I thought of you
It left me to think as if I couldn't walk away
it's too late
I fell through
Nothing to lose
a boy who went out when he finished all his chores
nothing to do
They can't trust me
because i blew it once before
Shit dad
Please don't kick my ass
I now I've seen you trashed at least one time
Can i blame it
on one of my dumb friends
it's been awhile since I've used that line
You couldn't wait
for something new
and yesterday
I thought of you
It left me to think as if I couldn't walk away
it's too late
I fell through
Nothing to lose
a boy who went out when he finished all his chores
nothing to do
They can't trust me
because i blew it once before
(alright)
Nothing to lose
a boy who went out when he finished all his chores
nothing to do
They can't trust me
because i blew it once before
song performed by by Blink 182 from Dude Ranch
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