There To Share With A Getting
You can find time to research my life,
From every aspect of it.
To create for yourself employment as done.
But you can not hire me as a consultant,
With a paying of a fee or any sum.
You enjoy it better when stealing from me.
At an opportunity you believe I am not aware.
Although I feel the closeness of your probe.
Since you rather pretend what it is you do,
Hasn't nothing to do with me at all.
And that is so untrue.
Yet what you've created would not exist,
If you had not convinced with insistence...
As you keep peeking over my fence,
That the only thing you want us to be is friends.
And there to share with a getting of what's on MY mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can Anyone Be Convinced
How can anyone be convinced,
That the banging of their head against a wall...
Has no affect emotionally,
On the ones who may be on the other side of it.
Nor would they care if they are not there,
If someone spends the time to inflict their own grief.
Frankly, the doing of it is rare these days,
Since people are prone to share their agonies...
With those close and claimed to be loved.
How can anyone be convinced,
If they chose to sit on a picked fence...
That anyone paying attention to this,
Hasn't already accepted...
Another one they perceive as being crazed.
And going out of their way to prove it.
Why do the self-centered always believe,
People are patiently waiting to feel their pain?
With feelings they have that can be easily numbed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Time We Have
Sometimes when I awaken at night
I reach to feel if you're there.
I've gotten so used to your closeness,
the closeness that we share.
I glance at the clock to see the time
and the numbers that I view
remind me of how much time I have
to share my bed with you.
I try not to think of a time that will come
when one of us will be in bed alone.
For then if it's me and I reach for you,
I'll be there on my own.
And if I leave before you do
I want you to remember
all of the best we two have had
each January through December.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Being Aware And Conscious Of It
I know who has been on my side,
And who hasn't.
That has been my one weakness,
And flaw.
Being aware and conscious of it,
Around those still connected to nonsense...
Will get comments made from those,
Who have yet to identify themselves...
With feelings they project on others.
And the depth of what being human means.
Many have not awakened from their delusions.
And I have never been given the opportunity,
To find my own.
None to pretend I was better than someone else.
'I have never heard you talk about yourself! '
Why should I do that...
If no one has express the interest?
I rather like to hear,
Those perceptions made of me.
They are far more interesting,
Than the reality lived I know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Drop
Just a dropp of water into a still pond, sends out
Ripples to an even larger area.
And so is the love from GOD.
For what he gives is better by far.
The ripples create more than we could ever imagine
Or dare to dream, of things that are seen and unseen.
It gives hope to the ones in despair
And with that, they continue to share.
They share that hope to all that they meet
As they walk down a lonely street.
We can never exist with out feeling and thinking
about how we came to be
if it wasn’t for GOD
Within you and me.
He created that dropp for he knew
that it would create the ripples
that would save me and you.
That dropp that I speak of is not water you see
It was the blood he shed at Calvary.
He gave up his life, because he knew
That this was what his father
Planned for him to do.
He was taken away that very day
But three days later he was on his way.
He now sits at the right hand of GOD
And sees all that his death created
And the love that he taught others to share
Is spread daily through out the year.
poem by Louis Rams
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All The World
All the world's forgiving the change is all around
And people everywhere have seen the light in what they've found
It's a happy place in the human race
When all our lives are lived forgiving
All the world's for living when love is what you find
Despair and loneliness you've got to leave them far behind
Tell the clouds to go let the feeling show
It's great when life is full of living
Everyone's aware they know to change the world we've got to care
And people all should know should have happened long ago
Or could it be that I just now found out
Life is meant to share and it means the same thing everywhere
Living everyday, helping people on their way
Cause sometimes life gives everyone some doubts
Can I have time? Is it right what I feel?
At times I doubt what I normally know is real
But right now I don't know what to do
And it's all because of you
I could tell you if I knew that you'd believe
As slight and elusive as life sometimes is
Right or wrong as we both know we all can be
I could never have denied that I need you by my side
'Cause without you life don't seem that much to me
I can see an old man cry, it's his time to die
And life no longer gives him any breaks
He hasn't got a home, no one to call his own
Still he tells no one that it is more than he can take
When the time is so unkind, an empty future plays in your mind
When the darkness cries out to you, can you escape it?
What can you do?
All the world's forgetting the hate that filled our hearts
The times of selfish reasoning that keeps all apart
This world was meant to share, let them know you care
By making someone's life worth living
All the world's believing that this felling's got to stay
till all the world is living
till all the world is giving
till all the world is loving every day
song performed by by Kansas
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How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weighing Heavily On Your Mind
You know the days when you feel that your life is slipping through your fingers, and there is nothing you can do. It is one of those days today. It is weighing on my mind whether to stay or go. You feel like giving up the job, your hobbies, the lot, just turn your back and start a new somewhere else.
The problem is, what about your friends, what will they think? They’d probably want the best for you, but they would not want you to go. However sometimes its for the best, to go away and start a new life somewhere. Just say goodbyes and then just go. Disappear to who knows where, try not to shed a tear too much, nor regret what you are about to do. Just put the old life away on a shelf, try and tell yourself it didn’t exist at all.
Oh, I wish it was that easy. Memories of places and faces of friends would still be there at the back of my mind. They don’t disappear that easily I have found. I think to myself, I’ve done this before, it will only be the closing of just another door, another chapter on my life. Maybe sometime in the future another door will open, and behind it I will find some old friends. Who knows what the score will be. As for right now a decision has to be made. Still I am pondering what I am going to do. I might just leave that decision for a day or two.
Who knows someone of something might make me change my mind. But whatever I decide there is one thing I know. I think whatever I decide it will be a bit of a struggle inside.
poem by David Harris
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Employment Goals Seek Attain Dreams
employment gives us options
employment creates opportunities
employment enhances meetings
employment demands responsibilities
employment provides relative incomes
employment pays plan budget bills
employment advocates option savings
employment allows stepping stones
employment wisdom attains rewards
employment goals seek attain dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Digressive Detectors
I've been told on a few occasions,
That I don't spend time fine tuning my poems...
To enhance any 'suspected' relevant,
Thought process.
Digressive detectors,
Are all over the place these days.
And I share with those critics...
They have no idea of the amount of time I spend,
Seeking new avenues to avoid making sense at all.
Or ease into a way to expose my humility.
Please!
I have achievements to accomplish!
To add additional clarity...
For those probing.
I look at it this way...
Anything anyone should find of mine,
To critique with criticisms?
Keep this in mind...
That which you claim to find that is mine,
You have made an illegitimate claim!
Nothing of mine is yours to find,
Had I not put it there.
Hoping you'd be with a microscope.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
And...
I want to ensure,
You reveal your findings...
And make my mistakes public!
I am in waiting for another fool,
To believe I am one as well.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
I may be too busy...
Plotting to divulge actual evidence to prove,
I know exactly what I'm doing.
So...
Probe on!
And if you find anything about me...
Or what I've written,
You might believe I am not aware...
Please,
Make that known.
But not to me.
I am not impressed,
With your digressions.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
They've got to make up what they say,
Although it is dumb!
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run.
Digressive detectors.
Probing on the run!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ten' Minutes Into a Happy Hour
The key to success?
Don't let anyone know,
'Successful' is 'your' life.
Keep it to yourself.
If you feel forced to speak,
When asked.
Especially from those who probe,
And wish to know...
'Are you 'still' doing that? '
Say 'yeah! '
Nothing else.
A 'yeah' will do it!
Then in the peaceful confines,
Where you are relaxed...
And away from those self indulged in BS.
Do your thing!
And become successful at it!
Folks will one day realize,
Just how resourceful you are.
Giving them a reason to wonder,
Why you are happier than they are...
And you are leaving them,
'Ten' minutes into a happy hour.
Without having a drink.
OR complaining about co-workers or a boss!
'He's gay! ',
Those dudes sipping on a Sloe Gin Fizz whisper!
As they pretend to play pool!
While eyeing chicks drinking bottles of 'Bud'
Who either flirt or ignore.
~Why?
He hasn't got a dropp of ass! ~
'Man,
You gon' take your shot or not? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without the Expense of Therapy
I'm not this or that.
Or drive a Cadillac.
In fact...
I don't have a car at all.
And with the price of gas...
I'd rather sit on my,
Memories.
When I filled up my car.
And drove where I pleased!
To visit 'friends'.
Or just to witness different sceneries.
I did not do that...
To take for granted,
Where my life 'then' sat!
There is nothing like being aware...
Of having nothing valued,
That others care to share!
I don't have 'bling' or other things to impress.
From your point of view...
I have nothing to keep,
Anyone's interest!
And that suits me fine.
Since I do have peace of mind.
Unlimited.
And not one dime did I spend to get it!
Nor will you find me...
Wallowing in pity.
Because I have nothing you value.
To strut and flaunt upon the streets,
Of big cities.
Or belong to a clique.
You are doing your best,
To share fading pretentions with!
I never felt comfortable passing judgements.
Not the kind I am sure someday you will miss.
And every step I take...
Not one is placed,
As I look around...
Seeking to find anyone familiar,
To approve with explanation...
A way of life I find just fine.
And...
I might add,
Without the expense of therapy!
Am I touching upon a subject,
Too close that invokes a sensitivity?
You'll get over my provoking!
And the stroking of those jokes.
I am not one to enjoy...
That kind of teasing you employed!
You seem to have too much on your mind...
To define in these times.
Oh...
I did hear a rumor.
Psychologists have lowered their prices!
It seems this is their season.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over The Counter Culture
Over the counterculture,
Well that's right where you belong,
You try to sever your ties with the London skies,
But you've got the whole thing wrong.
You try to be so different,
As does everybody else,
Create your own distinctions,
And flaunt them for yourself.
Over the counterculture
With your cards and catalogues,
The mainstream wipes the riverbed clean,
You're just wrong, you're just.... wrong
You think you followed your heart again,
Now it's in to be out,
Destroy the plans and just start again,
Don't pretend to not pretend at all.
Over the counterculture,
Well you live your life in waves,
Last years dream was a terrible scheme,
And this new fad will fade.
Let's see... what can we be now?
That hasn't been done before?
Shut your eyes,
Look inside.
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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These 'Paying The Consequences' Days Being Paid
They are all over the place.
There is no escaping from them.
Acknowledging their presence...
Is all that it takes.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
They are...
All over the place!
Deceivers, heartbreakers...
And conflict makers.
Backstabbers igniting,
Divisions with infighting.
Denying they exist,
Creates your own heartache.
To either fake or pretend...
An affect they have made,
Has not begun to seep deep...
Under your skin.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Acknowledge them with a listening.
You may never comprehend.
But an acknowledgement of them...
Will diminish an effect,
Ignoring them begins.
Hasn't the rise of ignoring disrespect,
And the lack of discipline...
Taught anyone 'anything',
About what ignoring 'something' begins?
I bet many are learning...
What paying the consequences means for them.
These 'paying the consequences' days being paid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Betrayal
Maybe I'm not her
Maybe I'm not what you want?
You think I don't have a mind.
But I trust you every time.
Is this a man, I man I must share?
Lustful thoughts, it has not even been one year...
Don't shelter me and pretend I'm your friend..
You have a another life and it's rarely me.
So you think that you are the star? I think of the universe, now your so small..
I have the power and the love but I won't damage it with danger..
Don't pretend that you have a love me, but you enjoy me being your maid and
treating me like a stranger
I will survive and come out wise. Because of the love in the sky.
You Hide behind your lies.................
There is so much more coming, just wait for no disguise.....
poem by Sita Cabrera
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One Who Has Sacrificed With A Kept Pace
Something done persistently,
Eventually wears on the body and mind...
Of the one who has given time to find,
Without a resting to qualify this to be done...
Like some who give their recommendations,
Misunderstanding the drive it has taken...
To make sure things are set in place.
They would never understand,
One who has sacrificed with a kept pace.
Well...I do.
And it is not from that which I am doing today.
It is a much needed rest,
From that which has taken years in the making
To create.
Never before considered the connection between,
Aches and pains and the lack of rest.
Until my mind and body began to beg for some.
And getting as much as I can get to just rest,
To prioritize for myself is best.
And aging has made me more aware of this!
Without proper rest,
The body and mind begins to insist it be done.
And quick with a paying of attention.
Oh...
You don't need to shout so loud.
I hear you very clearly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Me In You Believe
Come lay down close beside me now
And let me share your fears
Let us find comfort in the closeness
Of simply being near.
Come lay down close beside me now
And let me feel you breathe
Let me feel the life within you
And let me in you believe.
poem by David Keig
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How Ironic
What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?
Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.
How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!
How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.
Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So In Love
I can’t think of anything to write
I want to make a piece that rhyme
But words are very hard to find
I don’t know what I should say
Would anyone bother to stay
And take time to wait for my way
Some people say, I write from the heart
And I truly agree because it’s not a lie
For what I write is what I feel inside
I have this wonderful feeling to share
But how come that I can’t create
My mind seems floating in the air
Tonight that I am with my dearest love
My heart beats too fast and I’m almost numb
I’m in cloud nine so please do understand
Ahaha… I’m so in love and I feel so high
Forgive me for I’m almost out of my mind
To share you a better piece, maybe next time
poem by Rose de Ramar
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The Need You Have To Charade
Ever since I've known you,
You've done your best not to admit...
Insecurities you have.
And those habits that exist.
Done as if...
I am not aware.
Or conscious when you declare...
You have other things on your mind.
And when you find the time,
You will work on those things
Needing your attention to mend.
And this you admit!
Since this and other things are accepted,
By your friends...
Why do I seem the only one,
Offended by them?
Maybe there is a reality...
I suspect you have!
But have not seen begin.
Perhaps I am the only one,
Who tires from hearing your creative excuses.
Freshly made to hide behind your masquerades.
And they have long been outdated.
Just like the fake loyalty of your so called friends.
Although I do understand the need you have to charade.
It is your addiction to self abuse,
I do not find amusing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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