The Kind Of 'Labor' Most Enjoyed
I am not a rocket scientist.
But with the aid of observation,
I can tell you this...
Making things look easy to do,
Has a way of creating lazy people.
Often I've heard it said by others,
'They do what 'they' do because it is loved...
And easy.
Anybody can do that.
They don't have to work...
Like I do.'
And I have been in positions to 'see' that 'work'!
A blinded trained Seal could have produced much better.
This is not an exaggeration.
More folks sit back to procrastinate,
Than to get things done.
Not only discipline is missing.
People are just not accustomed to dedication.
Unless...
They are dedicated to the wasting of time.
And 'getting-down-and-funky' over a three day weekend,
Best expresses that devotion to the kind of 'labor' most enjoyed.
To be followed by a Monday of complaints,
And expected pay.
For doing absolutely nothing until the middle of the week.
And me?
I could never find this acceptable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceived to Be For Them Easy
If this was easy...
Why isn't more of it being produced,
At this caliber.
If this was easy.
'Perhaps they mean it is easy to read.
Therefore...
It is perceived to be for them easy.'
It is easy for me to go to an amusement park.
But I also remember when it wasn't there,
For years.
And not one person expressed a thought,
To create one.
'What are you saying? '
It is easy to say what appears that way.
Until those who say it...
Make attempts on their own.
But that will not happen...
Since what is done requires work!
And those who believe things are easy...
Are not accustomed to work or its definition!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Time To Find
People say they have no time to find,
To exercise their bodies or bring a peace...
To their minds.
But they do seem to schedule a time,
To eat.
Be lazy,
And procrastinate.
Hate people do,
The obedience of discipline.
But claims to maintain a faith...
For the right things to do.
And for them to begin.
Hate people do,
Those who sacrifice and succeed.
With a critiquing done of them openly...
To keep their insecurities,
And condoned weaknesses defended...
To continue doing what they please.
People say they have no time to find,
To exercise their bodies or bring a peace...
To their minds.
But they do seem to schedule a time,
To eat.
Be lazy,
And procrastinate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Enjoyed
Just because some things are made to look easy,
Doesn't mean they are.
Because someone enjoys what they do...
Does not mean it is easy for them.
It is enjoyed...
And that is the difference.
There are those who do things and complain.
It may be something simple.
But still their attitudes remain the same.
And there are those who profess to 'like' something...
But the want someone to show them how it is done.
In fact...
If they can find someone to do it for them,
The need for work has been overcomed.
And yet there are those who do things just for a dollar.
That is all they do things for!
And the more money they make...
The more they profess a thing they do is enjoyed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything She Wants
Somebody told me
Boy everything she wants is everything she sees
I guess i must have loved you
Because i said you were the perfect girl for me, baby
And now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me
Somebody tell me
(won't you tell me)
Why i work so hard for you
(to give you money, work to give you money)
Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun
Girl i just work for you
They told me marriage was give and take
Well you've shown me you can take
You've got some giving to do
And now you tell me that your having my baby
I'll tell you that i'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Then how can it be good enough for two
I can't work any harder than i do
Somebody tell me
(won't you tell me)
Why i work so hard for you
(to give you money, work to give you money)
Oh why do i do the things i do
I'd tell you if i knew
My god, i don't even think that i love you
(won't you tell me)
(to give you money, work to give you money)
How could you settle
For a boy like me
When all i could see
Was the end of the week
All the things we sign
And the things we buy
Ain't gonna keep us together
It's just a matter of time
My situation
Never changes
Walking in and out of that door
Like a stranger
For the wages
I give you all
You say you want more
And all i could see
Was the end of the week
All the things we sign
And the things we buy
Ain't gonna keep us together
Girl it's just a matter of time
song performed by by George Michael
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Overnight They Want The 'Info
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
Someone labors years alone,
Dedicated and toiling through heartaches.
Applies devotion when jokes are thrown.
Then 'suddenly' the one that is mocked,
Establishes a name...
And becomes well known.
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
People will sit back and procrastinate.
Exaggerating what it is they 'wish' to do.
But doing 'nothing' on a daily basis...
Yet spend time critiquing with attitude.
Then time slips from them through their hands,
And when this is realized...
They then want to take a stand.
Wishing from someone,
To show them how things are done.
But absent of patience to listen to anyone!
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effort
It takes initiative.
Sometimes unrelenting...
To accomplish a task,
From the beginning to end.
And there are times,
What one has chosen to do...
May be too much loved,
To ever give up to walk away.
With motivation, purpose and direction,
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion...
May require dedication for the rest of one's life.
Depending on how deeply one is determined and affected.
No matter how easy or hard it may look,
From the outside looking in.
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And initiative with sacrifice 'and' devotion.
With that set in motion,
Few people could careless how they are perceived.
Knowing blood, sweat and many tears,
May never be subjected to leave.
Oh yes...
It takes effort to make things work.
It takes sacrifice applied.
And with that set in motion,
In the heart of one devoted...
Few doing this could careless,
How they are perceived by the rest.
It takes an effort that will be tested.
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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Work
WHEN I am busying about,
Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,
Hanging the week's wet washing out
Or ironing the children's things,
Sweeping and dusting, cleaning grates,
Scrubbing the dresser or the floors,
Washing the greasy dinner plates,
Scouring the brasses on the doors--
I wonder what it's all about,
And when did people first begin
To keep the dirt and wornness out
And keep the wholesome comfort in:
How long it is since women bore
This round of wash and make and mend,
And what God makes us do it for
And whether it will ever end!
When God began to do His work
He made a new thing every day--
Even now He is not one to shirk,
But makes things, always some new way
He made the earth, and sky, and sun,
The creatures of the sea and wood,
And when his first week's work was done
He saw that it was very good.
But He--for all He worked so fast
To finish air, and wave, and shore,
Knew that this work of His would last
For ever and for evermore.
On Saturday night He was content,
He knew that Monday would not bring
Need for another firmament,
Another set of everything.
But though my work is easier far
Than making sky and sea and sun,
It's harder than God's labours are,
Because my work is never done.
I sweep and churn, save and contrive,
I bake and brew, I don't complain,
But every Monday morning I've
Last Monday's work to do again.
I'm good at work--I work away;
Always the same my work must go;
The flowers grow different every day,
That's why I like to see them grow.
If, up in Heaven, God understood
He'd let me for my Paradise
Make all things new and very good
And never make the same thing twice!
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Reasons To Lie
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
The reasons I lie to you
And I wish it was some kinda explosive device
That only you could diffuse
Reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
Wanna live in a beautiful house
Somewhere up in the hills
With some people making fun of us
You refer to us as your two kids
Then it wouldn't be somebody else
That you'd grow accustomed to
Reasons to lie to me
Is a reason to lie to you
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
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Reasons To Lie
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
The reasons I lie to you
And I wish it was some kinda explosive device
That only you could diffuse
Reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
Wanna live in a beautiful house
Somewhere up in the hills
With some people making fun of us
You refer to us as your two kids
Then it wouldn't be somebody else
That you'd grow accustomed to
Reasons to lie to me
Is a reason to lie to you
I get so tired of missing you
I get so tired of wanting to
Compare the things that are easy to do
Like the reasons you lie to me
Reasons I lie to you
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
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Work To Do!
i came from a generation
that worked.... was born to
work, daylight to dawn,
for everything we had.
we grew our own food, we
cut firewood, we worked
with our hands.
we were taught to work...
we built houses, bridges,
paved roads... worked on
farms, worked in sawmills,
worked in factories...
whatever it took for food
and shelter...
and if a neighbor got hurt,
or sick, and couldnt work...
we helped him and his family
till he could.
those of us left who can work
are still working, a lot of us are
out of work, and cant find work!
and so the world has changed...
it seems like a lot of people
spend more time avoiding work
than working... a lot of people
look for the easy way out...are
dependent on society...
still a lot of good and willing people
just need help.
they call this progress...based
on technology, and looking out for
number one. seperated, almost islands...
greed has taken the place of the bent back!
so when it all falls apart, and that will
be soon, what happens? who knows how
to survive? who has the backbone?
things to think about, and yes...
work to do!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
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Turn
Seeing things, going places
Living out of suitcases
Everyday's like a dream
I find myself talking to shadows
Taking the train of youth back home again
'Cause I don't wanna be a hero
But I don't wanna be a zero
And I don't wanna sit here wasting time
I just want a place inside your mind
I wish that I could turn the clocks right back
It's easy to forget just what you've got
Seeing things, going places
Meeting all kinds of faces
Every day's like a scene
I find myself going through phases
Trying to find somewhere that I can be me
'Cause I don't wanna be your hero
But I don't wanna be a zero
But I don't wanna sit here wasting time
I just want a place inside you mind
I wish that I could turn the clocks right back
It's easy to forget just what you've got
I'm not trying to find an easy way
Picking up the pieces of a page
I'm looking for a place inside you're mind
'Cause I don't wanna leave it all behind
So come on, give in
There's no beauty in this pain
So come on, connect
We've gotta find ourselves again
'Cause I don't wanna be your hero
And I don't wanna sit here wasting time
I just want a place inside you're mind
I wish that I could turn the clocks right back
It's easy to forget just what you've got
I'm not trying to find an easy way
Picking up the pieces of the page
I'm looking for a place inside you're mind
'Cause I don't wanna leave it all behind
And I don't wanna sit here wasting time
I just want a place inside you mind
I wish that I could turn the clocks right back
It's easy to forget just what you've got
I'm not trying to find an easy way
Thinking of the pieces of the page
I'm looking for a place inside you're mind
'Cause I don't wanna leave it all behind
song performed by by Feeder
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Something Easy to Do
I am told,
Since I enjoy writing...
I must find it easy to do!
First of all...
If someone finds something easy to do.
And they brag about it,
Not because what is done is 'liked'.
It is done because they find it easy.
Nothing is easy about writing.
In fact,
Those creative things I enjoy...
I don't find easy at all!
There are too many critiques involved.
Folks constantly expressing their judgements.
And then there are those who have jobs and drink coffee,
All day long to tell someone like me,
I should get a real job!
I was told that one time,
By someone taking a two hour lunch break!
And if it takes me two days to a month,
To complete a task...
I don't take breaks until that task is done.
I can't think of one creative person,
Associated with the economic collapse.
No one I know with discipline...
Has time to feed a greed.
And ultimately,
Those of creative minds will have to mend this mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Was A Movie
Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there
I was playing back a thousand memories,
baby
Thinking 'bout everything we've been
through
Maybe I've been going back too much
lately
When time stood still and I had you
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You could, you could if you just said you're
sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by
now
I know people change and these things
happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms and our friends
were laughing
'Cause nothing like this ever happened to
them,
Now I'm pacing down the hall, chasing
down your street
Flashback to the night when you said to me,
'Nothing's gonna change, not for me and
you
Not before I knew how much I had to lose'
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You could, you could if you just said you're
sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by
now
If you're out there
If you're somewhere
If you're moving on
I've been waiting for you
Wary since you've been gone
I just want it back the way it was before
And I just wanna see you back at my front
door
And I say
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would before you said it's not that
easy
Before the fight, before I locked you out
But I take it all back now
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You could, you could if you just said you're
sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by
now
You'd be here by now
It's not the kind of ending you wanna see
now
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Labor is justified
Dignity of labor is justified
Only when you are fully satisfied
With work, environment and dedication
Smile on face will be very good indication
What do we achieve by remaining faithful?
Life may seem enterprising and purposeful
Not all may feel it very successful
But your life is very easy and not remorseful
Each aspect is to be weighed and simplified
All facts are before us and to be verified
We may not be properly guided at some juncture
Yet that can be sorted out alter in future
Life is not to be taken as burden
No problem may emerge all of sudden
You should remain calm with silent composure
It will grant you freedom to maneuver and assure
Not all the people may be lucky to have high posts
Not all can bear the burden of high living with costs
Yet you got to feel satisfied and well contended
Things may not go well as you have intended
Work is work and can not be categorized
Only it should be honestly attended to and organized
It may certainly give you credit and name
You should not feel let down or fall in game
How come work becomes inferior?
Why some one should be called expert or superior?
That thing is earned by dedication and loyalty
You earn handsomely from its labor or royalty
So let us be cautious while dealing with work
You should not hide face or attempt to shirk
It will not get you anywhere but bring shame
Later on you can’t wholly pass on the blame
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Accustomed To Opposition
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.
Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!
But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.
I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Daily Routine
It starts with Mondays,
And ends with the Fridays,
Mondays come at brisk rate,
The Fridays come with delays.
At times the week pass like months,
Sometimes the months pass in a week,
At times it’s hard to kill time,
Sometimes the time kills you.
The moment you are idle you start feeling lazy,
The moment work surrounds you, you start becoming crazy,
You never are satisfied with the amount of work u get,
You never complain the amount of laziness you spend
At times you don’t get an hour for a timely lunch,
Sometimes you spend half the day on a lively lunch,
At times d coffee cups keep stacking around,
Sometimes it’s hard to find even one around.
The stubborn mouse and the static keyboard,
The continuous clicks and the frequent locks,
The dirty desktop with an exciting Outlook,
The lovely mails creating unending chains,
The serious looks, and the illogical debates,
The grueling hours of lengthy meetings,
Creating absolute boredom and sleepy eyes
There r many more moments, this poem can describe.
So easily we fake work,
How quickly we pretend to b busy,
So lazily we pass morning till dark,
How efficiently v show ourselves to b busy
They come so late,
And leave so early,
You come so early,
Yet you leave so late.
They manage to keep their sleep up to date,
You put your lovely sleep at stake.
You keep working with conviction,
They keep on stacking work like sedimentation,
You try to show dedication,
Work piles on with varying orientation.
You try to show irritation,
Work increases your frustration
The more u become devoted,
Work keeps u motivated,
The moment u become frustrated,
You start getting infuriated.
When life becomes easy,
You wish having challenges,
The moment life throws u challenges,
You start feeling uneasy.
I would not have been writing
If life were so easy,
I would not b pouring my emotions
If I were not so happy
poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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Doing Their Best To Achieve
What advice would you give,
To anyone seeking with a wish...
To become successful.
'That's a difficult question.
I really don't know.
And advice?
I am no authority to be giving advice,
To anyone.'
Okay.
What would you say about those,
Who have given their support...
To the ones who do become successful.
'Few people know,
From the beginning who will become successful.
However...
I will say this,
It depends on the enviorment one lives in.
If one hears over and over again,
That they need to leave an enviornment...
In which people are not accustomed,
To those wishing to achieve success...
There will be many people there believing themselves,
Limited in mind and insecure.
And many will berate anyone choosing to think...
They can do something else with their lives,
Than wasting their time talking about others...
Doing their best to achieve.
And achievement takes work, discipline, devotion and sacrifice.
With a getting of very little sleep,
Those unaware would never accept to believe.'
Do you believe you are successful?
'Extremely.
I was born with the ability to ignore naysayers.
Especially those hiding their insecurities,
To make excuses to dump their self hatred on others.
And people like that I have known all my life.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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