There Is Nothing Like Keeping It Humble
What do you have to say to those,
Who have had their valuables, treasures...
And other possessions,
From them taken away?
'It must be devastating,
To have pretentions repossessed.
Especially those others thought own and kept,
To have noses turned up when the ones with less...
Are now asked to express an empathy.'
So what is it you wish to say?
'Personally? '
Yes.
'There is nothing like keeping it humble.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Victim Of Learning Too Many Lessons
Why is it that it seems,
You express little empathy...
Towards those who are currently,
Suffering from hunger, homelessness.
And a loss of their dignities.
'I began to express that years ago,
When the sight of it would hurt me so.
And I witnessed those with turned up noses.
Pretending what was exposed,
Had been a dilemma others chose.'
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
Those who suffer,
Have lost their homes and valuables.
And images that impressed,
Others in a lesser position...
They never took time to address.
With their empathies expressed.
'And...
Your point is what?
Their suffering done is more effective?
And my empathy given to them,
Should be more reflective? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why? '
These people have never experienced,
A life lived like this before.
'Neither had my ancestors.
But guess what? '
What?
'When my ancestors suffered,
They never discriminated by looking away.
And today you can say...
I am a victim of learning too many lessons.
And when I am shown a negligence,
By them expressed...
What am I to do?
Show them I have not been taught by the best? '
But the circumstances today are quite different.
'How and why?
Are these new lessons I have not recognized?
Have those old lessons been changed,
And are now disguised? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like An Observation
How I know today times have changed?
People no longer laugh,
When they believe they have those 'things'...
That those who have not will never get!
Now today those who did not 'have',
What others 'had' and laughed...
Are less concerned,
About having their 'things' repossessed.
Like those with their noses,
High above their puffed up chests.
Or having their precious pretentions devalued,
Like those who used the have nots...
To validate the purpose of their foolishness.
How I know today times have changed?
There is nothing like an observation,
That details a bringing to another their reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Pleading to Be Forgiven
One day cynics and their sarcasms,
Will no longer exist to be disregarded...
As ones displaying their envy and bitterness,
To depict their observations...
Of those still clinging onto their fixed,
And sweetened beliefs.
One day cynics and their sarcasms,
Will be accepted as commentators defining the times.
And keeping it real for those ending their diets,
On Grade A pretentions and those hard to face facts.
You know...
Eliminating excessive fat from one's diet isn't easy.
Especially those encouraged to accept wherever they stepped,
Produced a ton of gold without them exposing to show...
From where they 'tiptoed' their stolen treasures.
To enable themselves to flaunt their wealth...
While acquiring a distaste for humanity.
A distaste they will someday regret.
With a pleading to be forgiven of their conscious deeds.
After they have exhausted completely...
Both the feast and themselves,
From such exclusive feeding of their own selfish needs.
One day...
Cynics and their sarcasms will be embraced,
As fact finders unafraid to step on a few toes.
Or lower many turned up noses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Business Of Others
People with a knack,
For keeping their noses...
In the business affairs of others,
Are often surprised and quite upset...
By secrets kept,
Others keep hidden away from them...
That are right under their probing noses.
And they become offended,
When the 'info' to another has been revealed.
'I thought you told me you two weren't speaking? '
~We aren't.
We email and text.
Finding this the best way to communicate.
Without the rest of the people 'twisting' what they hear,
Within listening distance.~
'And...
What are you implying? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are The Ones That Others Envy
I have issues with people who leave people...
Begging on the streets with nothing to eat.
Or treat others like they're not even human equals.
And then look disgusted like they are diseased
No human being can teach a cat hygiene.
Nor can you teach a grown up to be clean.
Nobody should be teaching who to respect.
That should be a given and not a pick to peck.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
Who made them runner up for fresh sainthoods?
Who showed them evilness was anything good?
Who gave them rights to think they beam like light?
And who told them they approve the Sun that rises high!
Yes I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If Made to Compliment
Embedded within those self centered mindsets...
Are preconceived judgements.
And indoctrinated at birth...
Are our obsessions with possessions.
Valued more than deeds...
Done by anyone at a greater worth.
Embedded within,
Them...
Those with turned up noses.
Are visuals that impress.
Before indepth attention is addressed.
And this is expressed...
To avoid any references directed to insecurities.
Surfaced by others...
As if made to compliment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do They Expect Forgiveness
What now do those people do?
Those who actively participated,
In screwing over others.
The ones who pursued,
Their slanderous ways.
Do they expect forgiveness...
From those they have betrayed?
Do they rush to God,
When their backs are against the wall?
Prior to their fall...
All were seen busy shopping,
Leisurely in malls.
And now that their 'values'
Have either been repossessed,
Or pawned.
Do they seek empathy,
From those they deceived...
At the crack of dawn!
To carry on until sunset.
Now to express their belated regrets.
What now do those people do?
Those who actively participated,
In screwing over others.
Should those with healing wounds...
Delight to see them in their doom.
Or just ignore them?
'I've got an idea!
Draw a picture of steak and potatos.
Make many copies.
Issue them!
And...
Oh yeah.
Don't forget to highlight the steam.
Give it the appearance of being hot! '
Naw!
Some might believe it!
And get their tongues burned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Thinking
I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
Without thinking I would be challenged,
To defend it.
Or argue my right to express it.
Especially if requested.
That's why with lessons learned today,
I do not accept request to express my thoughts.
Whether they are solicited or not to convey.
With a keeping of my peace of mind addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intensity Of Passion Desires
people only steal
possessions trinkets
they value want
perhaps intensity
of passion desires
is too much to resist
yet had they asked
their hearts desires
in time would
oft be freely given
sadly possessions
held lose allure values
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Just For You
You have had a good time,
Most of your life.
As you made jokes of others...
And mocked their deprived way of life.
I've heard you discuss,
How lazy they were...
And worthless human beings.
Remember telling me to go back to Africa?
Even though your heritage is European.
You remember calling the cops on me?
When I asked your for directions...
And acted very neighborly.
But something has attacked your cash flow,
With an unexpected blow!
Those standards you valued...
Have come to foreclose all your doors.
Even possessions you 'owned' are being repossessed.
And in unemployment lines you stand for hours...
Just like 'them' and those you regarded as pests.
And now it is your turn.
Let's see how you do!
Knowing someone has intentionally...
Deceived and dumped on you!
If you ever want on few tips,
On how to deal with this.
Here is my business card.
The first hour is free.
After that...
There is an hourly charge!
I'm sure I can come up with 'something'...
Suitable,
Just for you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stating It Simply.. So, You'll Understand
It isn't always me..
But this is your flawed method of communication
I told you it's confusing..
I am not the one
Telling you I'm longing for you
If you notice, If you'll bother to recall
The few times I've communicated
There's a pattern
As for never going home again,
Don't I know it..
I lost my home at twenty six
It was devastating
But,
I picked myself up
Mended myself
And, everything since
Has been cake..
I've been trying to tell you
Not everything is about you
I write to express myself
But,
For you to take it all so personally..
I was here long before you found me
I tried to go away
And,
Your response was
'What happened...You'
I don't know what's going on with you
Change of heart, change of mind,
But
The LAST thing I would do
Is hold this..
Whatever it was
Against you..
We both participated
To an extent
And, you have to admit I wasn't the one who started it
I don't even know how I let you in
I'm pretty good at keeping my walls up
Oh, that's right
You researched me
'All Quite on the Western Front'.. Indeed
But, I don't think I've done anything but carry myself with decorum
If I hadn't, by now, you'd know where my birth mark is
As for everything else
LIKE I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU
NO Worries
However, for appearance sake
All I ask
Is we continue to act like friends
You do what you need to do
I can't believe that you would think I would impose myself on you,
Seriously?
And,
You think I have a big head? ? ?
I'm hoping this clarifies things for you
And, you can breathe
And, stop freaking out, or whatever it is your doing
You forget.. I understand
I can LOL..'Never Go Home Again'
I'm the one who wrote it
I'm the one with the minor in English
So,
No need to beat me over the head with it
The only thing that pi**es me off,
Is you would think I would be that desperate
That, I couldn't let it go
Seriously?
If you recall..I was the one who stopped all correspondence
You were the one with the curiosity
So,
I guess this time it's better
Because it's on your terms..
Anyway,
Good luck with everything.
Peace.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Better Than Butter Spread On Toast
Entire belief systems are crumbling.
Faster than a turned up nose,
Can rise above pretensions.
Or the dust collecting,
On parked gas guzzling SUV's.
Not to mention those who had no clue,
Their lifestyles would evaporate...
Quicker than morning dew!
And the ones who thought themselves better,
Than butter spread on toast.
Are finding their suburban nests...
Support lines of signs,
Declaring them abandoned...
Having been foreclosed.
Leaving the many who are homeless...
With decades of no food to eat!
Trying to maintain their tolerance,
For those moaning and groaning...
Over valuables once 'owned'
Having been dumped upon the streets.
And that pendulum swinging...
Makes a full and complete sweep!
'You could at least express some sympathy.'
I am trying to do that now!
But my consciousness wont allow me.
Since my days of being ostracized and exiled...
I have learned to walk humbly.
With everything including my history stripped...
I've observed all the nonsense and remained proud!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trusting In Protective Modern Sea Walls
modern Japan trusting in God science
trusting in protective modern sea walls
but modern sea walls too low are built
built to height of smaller 1960 tsunami
walls failed to protect new coastal towns
in Japan's destructive recent huge tsunami
sweeping way communities once built right
to sea water's edge trusting in sea walls built
designed built after deadly small 1960 tsunami
ignoring hundreds of ancient tsunami markers
stone tsunami warnings hundreds dot coastline
'If an earthquake comes, beware of tsunamis'
modern Japan this time heed ancient wisdom
ancestors in earlier generations left warnings
'Octopus Grounds' are places sea life washed
up by tsunami gives warnings naming temples
after powerful tsunami waves gives warnings
stone markers warned of danger to coastal lives
'Always be prepared for unexpected tsunamis.
Choose life over your possessions and valuables.'
people trusting in protective modern sea walls
did not listen after earthquake people went back
to their homes to collect valuables all got caught
in choosing possessions riches lives were lost
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Clock of Life
You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.
From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.
Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.
Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.
It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.
Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.
He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.
For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.
Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.
Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.
When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?
Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.
Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I am beginning to have a healthy dread of possessions, be it of a country, a house, a being or even an idea. If we are bothered by possessions we cannot really live either from without or from within; we are the possession of our possessions. All wars and most loves come from the possessive instinct. Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men: that you may belong to everything and everything be yours inclusive of yourself. Could we, and we can, have the vital necessities for all, we should do away with this cry of class and begin to differentiate between individuals.
quote by Natalie Clifford Barney
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Interpreted As Conformity
In those slower days,
A dependable pace was kept.
And met on a regular basis,
With certainty.
When one could almost guarantee,
What those events would be tomorrow.
But those yesterdays with their tomorrows gone,
Are never coming back to keep pretentions intact...
For those to flaunt their upturned noses.
No!
Today the change amongst us is more of the mind.
Information collected is at a much faster pace.
Leaving behind those of a limited thought process,
Seeking to maintain control as once digested to accept...
Over that which has already been erased as outdated,
By those choosing truth as a preference to manifest.
Instead of ignorance as a choice to interpret as conformity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Times Never Forgotten
Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.
Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.
And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.
Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!
Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.
You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.
And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.
And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.
'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '
~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Have Amongst Themselves Outlawed Living
I have been who I am,
Making my own decisions.
And feeling my own aches and pains,
Much longer than anyone obsessing over...
Their approval or acceptance of what I do.
Or with whom they choose to discuss my activities.
As if whatever is whispered or gossiped...
Is going to make a difference.
Not a bruise on my body or an endured suffering,
Healed for me alone to witness to feel and to moan...
Is not going to make a difference to me,
Who thinks WHAT if I switched my butt...
And wore twelve inch high heels if I felt like it!
It AINT!
People waste more time,
Keeping their noses up other's behinds...
Than toilet tissue used.
They have destroyed themselves,
And the quality of life with their pretentions.
They have amongst themselves outlawed living.
And the freedom to do what one wishes to do,
When one wishes to do it.
And the only ones who try their best to stay happy,
Are the ones who keep their distance from these idiots...
Believing themselves sought after and adored.
UGH!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We, The American Workers....
we, the American workers, work not now
for any kind of wealth... but for a livable
poverty, and a couple nights of sleep a month
without worrying about eviction, something being turned off,
or something being repossessed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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