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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Nobody's Listening
I have a heart full of pain,
I tried to give you everything,
But I noticed that nobody’s listening,
I tried to warn you,
I told you everything I know,
But nobody’s listening,
Thank you for ignoring me,
Giving me this heartache,
You caused me to see what was unknown from the start,
I want hear you say those words,
That you don’t love me no more,
Want to hear you say you hate me,
I knew this was never real,
I have so much pain that can not understand,
But nobody’s listening to me,
Ignore me, hate me, punch me,
Just let me know that you weren’t listening to me from the start.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Out of Step
It is not what is said that makes people miserable.
It is ignoring what has been said...
And paying the consequences!
There is no dance partner,
For one accustomed to foxtrots
The jitterbug and tangos...
In a ballroom full of those waltzing!
Being out of step,
Will surely attract attention and regret!
The competitors these days...
Are light on their feet!
And expected to glide with the rhythm.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ignoring Many Hints Of Trouble
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
With a change of leadership,
It is believed by many a return to greed and prosperity...
Is within their reach to have it repeated.
However...
It is not the current leadership,
That drove their lives into the pits.
Or purchased their persuasions with investments made...
In monopolized businesses.
No!
That monkey sits on the wrong shoulders.
Those known in positions of leadership,
Are just pawns used regurgitating rhetoric.
With hopes to keep following sheep distracted.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
Remember when the truth was spoken,
And...
The people who spoke it dismissed.
Remember it?
Remember it?
Ignoring many hints of trouble,
Only makes those troubles double up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles, up!
Ignoring many hints will double troubles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If we have a chance of succeeding and bringing stability and democracy to Iraq, it will mean learning from our mistakes, not denying them and not ignoring them.
quote by Carl Levin
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Ignoring That The Facts Exist
Play too cool and lose!
Many ultimately choose this to do.
Only to become alarmists,
After ignoring that the facts exist.
And denying them,
As if the opening of eyes...
Will chase them away,
From their comfortable places.
Like tolerating disrespectful children,
Thought to be cute...
Until what they do,
Incarcerates them in prison cages.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Pain Begun Begins to Mend
When the pain begun begins to mend,
The sky is brighter.
The clouds then start to drift.
The rain dries and the thunder stops.
When the pain begun begins to mend,
A freshness occurs.
The Sun invites a rendezvous.
Just to sit with it,
And feel...
A soothing come over you.
When the pain begun begins to mend,
And you are there...
Ready to be healed,
Feeling a once broken heart...
Being pieced back together,
Completely.
When the pain begun begins to mend,
You are prepared to forget.
Wanting to forgive.
And wishing to be forgiven.
When the pain begun begins to mend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imploding
A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those receiving their assignments,
Perceive themselves 'bags of chips'.
The ones strutting around...
As if to have a few dollars more,
Gives them the right...
To demonstrate evil appetites.
Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.
Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.
A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those abandoned without receiving,
Proper benefits.
And the growing of the imploding,
Begins to collapse from within.
Those who perceive they are above misdeed,
Start to get a taste of what they can not believe.
An undoing of a web they set.
That traps them in a net of regret.
To suffocate themselves until there is no breath left,
From which to breed the breathing of deceptions done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Established
Fixed.
Like a cornerstone.
Or a sidewalk one has known,
And made from cement.
In one's mind.
The placement has been established.
Pointless would be the argument.
Whether or not what one witnesses,
Does in fact exist.
Fixed to become established it is.
An invention of a gadget one has to have!
Fixed!
To remember it and not to forget.
A melody.
An impression made,
By something done that never leaves.
A relationship that begins.
With an acknowledgement felt,
When a union begins to not end.
Like lessons learned in our minds,
That somehow stick.
Fixed to become established,
An event that happens...is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think that by ignoring the show you're ignoring the audience who put you there.
quote by Simon Cowell
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Since It Is The First Of August
The first of the month seems so promising,
Doesn't it?
An elevation of expectations begins.
And today,
Since it is the first of August...
There is a sense of a renewed committment to life,
Clinging onto the atmosphere.
It is as if the 'spirits' are granting us all,
Extra wishes!
Like the road of happiness is being cleared of debris.
The first of the month seems so promising,
Doesn't it?
An elevation of expectations begins.
Why do conflicts seem foolish to digest?
And all this talk about one's color and brain size...
Exposes the best of professed ignorance.
Making less sense to comprehend.
Isn't it ignorance that creates conflict?
Well...
It is the first day of August.
And soon Fall will remind us all,
Of the approaching holidays that will again amaze,
Our sentiments.
With no other requirements from us but to just exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rules For A Complete Detachment
Understanding to comprehend,
What had begun to begin....
Has diminished to come to an end.
With a starting to satisfy those rules,
For a complete detachment...
Relieves one to deeply breathe, again!
Exhausting needs to ask questions.
Or express with a diplomacy what is missed,
Does not increase one's happiness one bit.
Nor will the ignoring of the facts that sit,
Remove them from riding on one's back...
To free from one's collection of burdens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waning Faster Than The First Quarter Moon
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences faced,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
What's going on?
A clarity approaching its defining hour!
Opening the eyes of those,
Transfixed upon luxuries...
Traumaticized and shocked,
To find their obsession to possess things...
Blocked.
Sustaining to maintain proper etiquette,
Seems to be waning faster...
Than the first quarter moon,
Rising at noon.
Seen high overhead at sunset.
To leave at the stroke of midnight.
And soon to forget.
What is going on?
The effective aftermath,
Of a gluttonous greed.
And...
The consequences many face,
That results...
From ignoring those less fortunate.
And depriving them of opportunities.
Many are discovering,
Reality is blind...
To race, creed or divisions of ethnic lines.
Drawn to separate,
By those using skills of corruption.
Finding themselves abundantly entitled,
With written documents...
Inked and feathered quilled,
On aged parchment.
Dignifying a time that has long lost its significance.
And a meaning of ideals no one has followed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Here
I know that I'm someone
who's been here forever
and you do…
I know that we are young
and I know I shouldn't be
but I am…
Chorus
I know what people say
but I'm ignoring them
I know what you want
and you're drifting away
But you're still here, this is still right…
Forever and ever
End chorus
I know that they're wrong
that's why I'm writing this, baby
And I know we're together
through it all…
I know what people say
but I'm ignoring them
I know what you want
and you're drifting away
But you're still here, this is still right…
Forever and ever
I know that jealousy spreads
but I'm not the one who likes it
I‘m the one on the other side
everlasting…
I know what people say
but I'm ignoring them
I know what you want
and you're drifting away
But you're still here, this is still right…
Forever and ever
The Beggar Of The Spiritual
my body is telling me something
i ignore it
it screams on the street
i am not affected
people who hear and say something about
a complaining body
do not influence me
i am telling my body that i hear it completely
and by saying so
i assure it that i am not ignoring it
and it demands
that i do something about a neglect
but i am not into this anymore
i am not in the mood for a physical cure
that realm of the epidermal
sphere
i am into something more
the parallel divine sphere
that i have not spoken to
for years
as it is ignoring me
like i have the leprosy of the spirit
i am begging and kneeling
before it
it is getting even
it is still ignoring me
but i am not stopping
i am
and will always be unhappy
if i cannot have
it finally
when the door is opened
and then
i am in
at the end
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As Fog Would See It
A tear sheds from my eyes
And I keep attaching myself to people
And they just puch me down
And then there was you
Peering out of the fog
I barely saw you
So I tried ignoring it
And denying what we could have
But when I passed you in the halls
You would stare back at me
You appeared again
The fog growing thinner
And I pretend I didn't see anything
And you look down and miserable
That I don't see anything yet
I sit in the corner of my bathroom
Crying
And there the fog is
It's gone now
There's nothing left
But you
The next day
You see me smiling
Somehow
And smile back
We both know it now
As fog would see it
As I could I love you
We now are holding hands
Feeling as if nothing could stop us
And we were beating it all
The fog
Others
And more
As fog would see it
As our love
Grows to the max
poem by Alyssa Ray
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If we keep on ignoring and leaving children to their own devices at home, they become latchkey kids, and trust me, the consequences of that are not good.
quote by Eric Braeden
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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'Till The Heartache's Gone
Let the tears fall like rain
if that's what it takes
To wash away your memory
Let the hurt take it's time
I don't mind waiting
If that's the way it's gotta be
I'll keep holdin on
Till the heartache's gone
All the might have beens
And the never will be's
They could never take your place
But they're all that's left
And all that ever mattered to me
And they fill this empty space
I'll keep holdin on
Till the heartache's gone
I'll make believe you still love me
Till the heartache is gone
I'll pretend you still care
Till the heartache is gone
You'll always be here
Till the heartache is gone
Whoaaaaaa
I can make it through
The pain of losing you
That's the way it's gotta be
I'll keep holdin on
No matter how long
Till the heartache's gone
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Eleventh Hour
Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
And appearing clearly in one's own backyard.
To acknowledge the ignoring of truth,
Many have allowed to grow to produce...
Actions that upset,
Those gathering to defend and protect...
A right to believe lies kept to themselves,
Will not eventually catch up with them...
As if divinely protected.
Makes pointless their arguments.
And...
Clearly an absence of common sense.
But...
A feeding together upon such foolishness,
At their own expense...
Seems to have become their best activity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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