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Think They Know So Much

Some have abilities to lead.
Others seem to be perfectly okay,
Following.
Without offering suggestions.
And with mouths closed!

Only to sit as they do,
As far away from the frontlines as possible.

With overheard comments made,
To attract others like themselves...
That those proceeding to make pioneering strides,
Think they know so much...
About which direction they all should go!

And upon arrival,
They are among the first...
Thirsting to receive credit for their efforts,
That assisted a journey,
They mostly slept or observed with pessimism!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Do Demands

I don't do demands!

I 'may' take a request,
Every now and then.
Very cautiously.

At one time...
I would dropp whatever I was doing,
To be at someone's beck-and-call.
I had to put an end to that.
Some folks began making suggestions,
As to how I could do for them...
A better job!
YES.

'Maybe you should do it this way.
So and so said...'

I don't do demands!
I 'may' take a request,
Every now and then.
Very cautiously.

And...
Very cautiously,
I ask myself...
IF I am prepared to receive critique,
By the one who has asked for my assistance.

I don't do demands.
Especially made by those who say...
'Will you do this for me.
AND make comments.'

~I feel very appreciative,
You are demanding of my time.
AND...
You would like my comments,
As to how that time of mine I've spent...
Was enjoyed.
I'm getting goosebumps already.
I am shivering all over with just the thought of it.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed

Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.

AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.

It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trickery From Tattered Sleeves

People have been insisting for years,
They've assisted with his efforts.
Or he consulted to gain their expertise.
As if he need them.
And he was on a leash.

When word of this leaked,
He was not pleased a bit.
Deceptions of his abilities,
Made him seethed with contemptment.

Needless to say,
Some arrangements have been made.
And quickly those who had taken his talents for granted,
Could not believe...
Those they thought skilled,
Could only produce repeated trickery from tattered sleeves.

'We were told he had been motivated by them? '

I suppose they told you they painted the Bay Bridge as well?

'No!
But they did say they were consulted on the color! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Arrival

our arrival is greeted by the wagging of a tail
and the jumping of a dog long denied
of company.

our arrival is the opening of the windows
the winds come
and once again kiss the furniture
and the room shows once more
the luster of an almost forgotten
fullness

our arrival shall keep the blankets
warm again
it shall unlock the bolts and shall
once more open a closed door

our arrival shall give us the sounds
of faucets
the flushing of an old water
inside the bowl long silenced by the
kind of absence that
sometimes want a revival of newer
perspectives

our arrival is a reconstruction of ourselves
for once again
we shall make the questions open
and then, if you only know, the meaning of things

that grow again, like seeds, these, all of these
shall make an arrival interesting....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New Friends

Each step was not easy...
And difficult to reflect upon.
Lonely was the journey,
When decisions were made to continue,
Alone.
And all the time I felt I was assisted.
A force within insisted I not give up!
I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
Never looking back.
Keeping on track and focused...
I met many new friends,
Who wondered 'when' I would see the light!
They were excited for me.
And I observed a few of them shaking hands.
As if I was on course...
Following some sort of plan.

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Affirming That...

Attract good health,
To me and my home.
Attract wealth of understanding,
And an abundance condoned...
To me and my home.
Attract goodwill and love,
To me and my home.
Attract a forgiveness shared,
To me and my home.
Attract an increased love of God,
To me and my home.
Attract those of faith and encouragement,
To me and my home.
Attract a giving that receives graciously,
To me and my home.
Attract a growth that knows its worth,
To me and my home.
Attract a success
That leaves a mind at peace and rest.
With friends and family,
All feeling a 'givingness'.

And let it be known...
That in my home dwells a heart,
Affirming that which it needs...
To deliver what God expects!
As I journey upon this path,
He enlightens...
Whenever I come to pray to Him and ask,
For guidance to assist me
With all He gives and my tasks...
With Him I know I will pass!

And in the doing,
I am hopeful...
To attract to my life the best God has,
For me and those affirming that!
Affirming 'that' to ourselves at last!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Unmistakable Achievements Reached

It takes much more than hype,
And bloated embellished images...
To declare one's arrival,
At heights...
Of unmistakable achievements reached.

Too many are quick to add adjectives,
To accomplishments.
As if only statements are required,
To make exaggerations believed.

The proof is in the pudding.
And the taste of it is approved,
As being great.
Beyond the comments that critics make.

With a constant testing...
That takes persistence.
With limited objections...
By those who have observed,
A repetitive endurance.
And a correction of mistakes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of The Box Are These Jaw Droppers

Being on the cutting edge and daring,
Are those of a pioneering spirit.
Out of the box are these jaw droppers.
And unsatisfied with the status quo.
Chopping down obstacles to let it be known...
They are not the ones to accept and sit,
Within anyone's limits.

It is as if they have been chosen,
To embark upon new territory.
It is as if they live,
Without fear or comprehend it.
But those strides they make to challenge themselves,
Goes without saying...
Faith unshakened has them connected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Make My Students 'Believe

If it wasn't for me,
They would not know how to use utensils...
To cut their meat.
Eat properly.
Or how to chew with their mouths closed.

Now...
They hardly speak to me.
And...
Want to take full credit,
For inventing the plate!

Does this make me irate?
Of course.
That's how great of a teacher I am.
I make my students 'believe'...
They can walk on water if they wish!
And...
Forget I dragged them,
To the pond for their first lesson!

Today,
They look at me as if I am the one subservient!
And that ain't hardly gonna happen.

I'll let them believe it for a while.
However...
When I get tired of it.
And their taught tricks.
They will know!
And so will you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An unstoppable gamble

It is unstoppable gamble now
I don’t know but it will work any how?
It is going ahead to maintain the lead
I don’t know where it will end or head

It is definitely in right direction
All moves suggest same action
Not facing any hurdle or reaction
Mostly agreed on it without any friction

It took almost no time not even fraction of second
I was determined to push any way and was very fond
It had to cut ice and yield the favorable result
I had enough of it in the form of insult

It wise step to take me to new height
I had thrown all my efforts with lots of weight
It was all that I could do or offer
There were many who did not side with me and differed

I had to contend with all my arguments
It was all nice but faced with critical moments
There was definite but calculated movement
If failed to materialize then it was to invite critical comments

I moved on with all probabilities
There were shot sure uncertainties
I was fully assured of out come from infinity
It was all there in the near vicinity

It needed final assault and near push
It did not require and hasty rush
It was to have final touch down
It was enterprise of nobody but of my own

You have ample opportunity to show and prove
You may find disfavor and they may disapprove
It has nothing to do with your efforts or strong zeal
The attempt is worthy and to be faced as real

“Come what may” and it may pave the way
The path may look straight open and lay
Make the foot prints on it and carve your future
Make it worth while and work it for sure

Why it will not succumb to your efforts or yield?
Why can’t you go for kill when open is field?
It has to have far reaching consequences
You can site many examples of such instances

I have come into being for shaping the destiny
There may be set backs or near about mutiny
It may not appreciated or disliked by many
I may raise the empire without having single penny

The race is not for any material gain but only survival
It needs tremendous efforts or zeal for revival
What I lacked initially was direction and clear guide lines?
I was able to pick up later and able to read between lines

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Am I 'That'?

Am I 'that'?
That which has expressed my purpose?
Flaunted and yet,
Kept introspective.
Although touching with a respectfulness,
Impressing with an aggressiveness.
That is brought to birth,
Without pretensions to suspect.
For mindsets to collect and digest!
Am I 'that'?

That which has expressed my purpose?
Flaunted and yet,
Kept introspective.

But,
Exposed to those who choose to inspect.
From a diversed and eclectic selection.
To enjoy just a nibble...
Or disregard an effort released at my best!
I can not make every taste,
Unforgettable!
That I have yet to try!
Should I continue to let you decide,
I 'am' that!
Am I?

For you to say an arrival has been made?
Am I 'That'?
I've just begun another batch,
If you wish more!
I can not expect all my flavors to be savored.
Some are whipped to be delicious.
While a few may sit.
To do nothing with until I give them the attention,
They wish to get.
Perhaps they become the ones,
To attract when I'm done.
For you to say an arrival has been made?

Am I 'That'?
I can start another batch,
If you wish more!

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Some Comments Assisted With Added Doodles

I have yet,
To go to the sink...
To turn on the faucet.

What you hear,
Is the tapping of my pen...
Beginning,
I hope...
To compose something of interest.

I've made some comments,
Assisted with added doodles...
If you'd like to see them?

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Credit

You want credit for my efforts?
Sure.
That is no problem at all!

If it had not been for your lies
And backstabbing ways...
I doubt if I would have found
The motivation, desire and inspiration,
To lift my head up each day.

With your abilities to spread vicious gossip,
Involving my relatives and 'past' friends
I would not have achieved what I have done.
During those times I was alone,
And in emotional pain...
I have you to thank!
You are responsible,
For bringing God and me closer together!
You have no idea how much that excites me.

And now that my suffering and persistence,
To overcome what you intentionally have done...
To destroy me is behind me now,
I can rejoice that my faith is very strong!
You helped to usher into my life,
A complete confidence...
And peace of mind I now have!
No one can take that away!
I thank you.
And give you all the credit for it!
You have been an absolute blessing!

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Travelling

a travel is a metaphor of a journey
and a journey is always
what life is all about

arrivals and departures and i see it well
at airports
and well, so well, at pre-departures

then we move inside the plane and
the doors close and we are lifted to the skies

for hours you are beside the clouds
but you never have the courage to open the window
and touch each fine cotton beside you

crazy but sometimes i think that way
opening closed windows and think not of the
prohibitions and the consequencies,

there is so much silence up there and it is the mind
that does much of the talking and you listen
always for the reminders of the stewardess
and the captain telling you that

we are 30,000 feet above sea level and out there
you see Panay Island
we will be flying for one hour and a half
it is a fine day

and then the seat belt sign is on for the
turbulence but you do not mind

you look forward to an arrival and the another
opening of a door to a destination

touchdown, the plane lands perfectly as always
no plane crash, no headlines for the daily news

but i do not really think about these matters anymore
i am thinking of the silence. I am thinking about the mind that
keeps on talking. Data. Ideas. Sad memories.
Dead parents. Sick sibling. Flowers. Trees.
The sun brightly shining behind a
Thick Cumulus cloud.

the stewardess announces an arrival, fifteen minutes
earlier than scheduled. Fast plane. My thoughts unconsumed.

we step down. we take our bags. this journey never stops.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Get the exposure

It makes me to feel weak
As if someone deliberately kicks
Offers ingratitude with no comments
Poet is left with no course but to resent

I suggest one post for two reads
That may offer chance to lead
Offer good articles at no competition
Where else to go and offer petition?

It may not be heard at all
Good suggestions may certainly fall
Same old story and lonely walk with stick
From where else the threads to pick?

We know honey may attract the bees
They can go on any flowers and feel free
As it is their job to pick the best
So can we not do it here for the rest?

Let each one of us get the exposure?
Present the best article and assure
That it stands for best in contents
It may stand any test if further sent

I wish it to happen here
Rules must follow what is fair
If tree has to grow with deep roots
It must be onward march with confident foot

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste

I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.

And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.

With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making No Sense

If a determination previously made,
To ignore suggestions recommended...
By the ones who submitted them,
As making no sense.
Why should anyone then get upset...
By those again solicited,
Who refuse to make any more suggestions?

And at who's expense is this waste of time,
When the ones authorized to make decisions...
Can not make up their minds to decide.
Only to find fault and blame those they accuse,
As being rude and too tempermental.
Un-co-operative.
AND unpredictably moody.

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Shared Absence

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

They're on a mission to undo someone unknown,
But...
They pick and choose,
Those they hope have similar views...
With shared absence of any truth.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
And...
With intent,
These comments tempt a listening.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
And...
With intent,
These comments tempt a listening.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.
And...
Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

With shared absence of any truth.
People pick and choose those to undo.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poses Taken to Take Them No Where

It's easy to sit back,
And say who needs direction.
But it seems as if those with the most lip,
Are the ones who are the least prepared to lead.

And those with ambition...
With their eyes on success to achieve,
Can not stop in their tracks seeking approval...
From those satisfied to sit together,
Getting fat nibbling on cheese.
And other assorted poses taken to take them no where!
These folks are not assertive.
Judgemental...
But not assertive!

It takes work to make things happen.
With sleepless nights a part of it!
If one knows what is wished to be accomplished...
The deed is in the doing.
Without manic tantrums in dramatic fits.
Or spoiled demands made by one,
Waiting for intructions to become assisted.

If one chooses to get things done...
It is best to take command,
And not make demands on those who question...
The qualifications of the one who created the plans.

Folks like this,
Meet and greet to promote stagnation.
Leave them in it,
And split!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proving Themselves To Be Exceptional

For those proving themselves to be exceptional,
At what it is they do...
Someone critiquing with envy is near by.
With the familiar comments made,
Heard coming from the mouths of those...
Who are exceptional at wasting time.

The ones whose efforts are perfected with discipline,
Will always be despised by those who have none.
And they are usually the ones showing their expertise,
In the feeding of self centeredness...
Fed to an unlimited greed.
Gorging their faces and sipping on diet drinks.

For those proving themselves to be exceptional,
At what it is they do...
Someone critiquing with envy is near by,
While licking their fingers.
And attempting in conversation to convince others,
If they had the time they could do what others do too!

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