This Vision Must Not with Us Stay
Vivid and bright those colors.
As they appeared...
From a past that has taken,
An innocence away.
Laughter uninhibited,
That seemed to infest with it...
The air and the environments shared,
All once knew the world over.
There was a caring perceived.
And humanity then,
Had not yet been bombarded with complexities.
And we as a people aspired to succeed,
Within a collective interdependency believed.
Today our anxieties and conflicts,
Come to sit with us...
As priorities we now accept,
As a way of life.
But this vision must not with us stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power of Prayer
I shared with someone I cared.
And immediately I was told,
My caring was obsolete.
I was told I didn't have to.
I knew then my mind was ill spent.
I didn't have to take it back.
I just let it fade away.
I knew where my caring came from.
They believed it could be salvaged.
As if it could be traded for something better.
Like an upgrade.
Of course they had no idea the power of prayer.
And that's where my caring for them had meant.
But some folks wish not to be that connected.
And who am I to argue with that kind of ego?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naïveté
I can understand why some people are perceived as naïve.
I once believed everything I was told.
Never thinking anyone would have something up their sleeve.
Or be as cold,
To make attempts to deceive.
Or be as bold.
But did if they could!
Making me distrust...
When as a child as I grew up,
In my neighborhood.
Trying to be 'good' with a lingering innocence.
But feeling duped and stupid.
With a naked sense of vulnerability.
And doing my best...
To keep that and my curiosity protected.
I was an unusual child!
And those were the rough years.
When people said anything to impressionable kids!
And I did my best to try to tell the difference.
I tried to keep my awareness hidden...
By the silly things I often did.
Those times today...
Don't seem that far away.
And still there are people who dupe others.
Either to get under someone's sheets...
Or lie sweetly to get something wished as a treat!
And not being discreet about these transgressions at all!
Playing on the minds of those known to show kindness.
And caring less how they get what they get when they get it!
But in the end...
Their failures come to light!
Becoming the ones stunned...
When their lives come crashing to a fall!
Becoming the ones proving they too can look dumb!
And reacting with naïveté...
When they are the ones passed,
By others observing them as they crawl!
It just appears as something natural that they do!
Who knew...
They just enjoyed the screwing done?
And not getting it in return too?
'Do unto others,
As you would have them do unto you.'
Isn't that 'old' saying said yesterday...
As good today and just as true?
But I must admit,
They do look out of place.
Looking pitiful as they do the 'boo hoo'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Elitists
They have concerned themselves,
More with the vote...
And not the folks.
A splitting done in Washington,
Between those conservative and liberal.
As people are living lives...
Trying to survive.
And caring less who is democratic,
Or republican!
And whose ego thrives!
While humanity lives in a suffering.
Through an economic downturn,
Procrastinators bring.
There is a quality of life rapidly evaporating.
And those in the know...
Realize this is not what they chose!
A fighting between those of selfish means...
Has some caring less who is being burned.
As long as they keep divisions seen and in vision...
With an outdated bickering...
To mask a secret thieving.
That progresses the magnitude,
Of a tremendous mess.
And what is really needed to diminish the status quo...
Is a massive psychiatric treatment that is bestowed.
And heeded to administer immediately.
Upon the minds of these elitists.
Crazed to represent days,
Long gone that even then made no sense.
Not if it led their followers,
To today's demented conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Present I Give To You
*written for my friend kathy*
from the day i met you,
there was something about you,
you made me feel safe,
like it was my mother talking from you,
you gave me the hope,
to make it to where i am today,
i won't forget,
your words you said,
that i will be somebody who will succeed,
through my problems,
and make a difference in the world,
you believed in me,
when people were becoming sick of me,
for the way i was thinking,
as if it was a bad thing,
we are all human being,
aren't we surpose to make mistakes?
there not a day,
i think it should be my last,
niether should you,
i believe in you,
like you did for me,
you made me into a different person,
because you believed in me,
you showed me my life had meaning,
you given me the power to make it,
where i am today,
i just wish you can open your eyes and see,
what kind of a person you are,
great, sweet and caring,
than you can see why i say it's a blissing,
to have gotten to meet you,
and get through my problem as you, my friend,
because this is not the end,
god won't let his gift go,
he will fight to keep you as long as he think you should,
don't fight the power,
you'll make it through this,
with that said,
this is my present to you,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ! !
may your dreams come true.
Copyright © 2009
7-15-09
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Now Here So Vivid
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.
Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.
And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.
Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without That Kind Of Interruption
I've had those in my life...
Who believed,
I should be fulfilling 'their' dreams.
I should be acting on stages.
Or be seen on movie screens.
I've even had those,
Who have heard my compositions.
And thought I should sing.
Or because of my voice...
I'd make a great announcer,
On a radio station of my choice.
But,
I've always been a writer.
And that few people knew.
Although I am surprised by that...
Because for years my comments have appeared,
In local newspapers for anyone to view.
And that's a fact.
There is not one talent I have,
That I have not exposed.
And I still have my own dreams to pursue.
While those passing judgement,
And offering their nonsolicited critique...
Have yet to succeed.
Because they are in the business of others,
Like most gossip driven nonproductive folk.
And most of my life I have been quite happy,
Validating my skills.
With a doing of it,
Locally.
Nationally.
And internationally too.
But I must admit I am uncomfortable,
Bragging about what it is I do.
And many people do not have this as an issue.
With the hope that only a few 'selected' knew.
'IF I had your talents,
The whole world would know who I am.'
~Maybe that is the reason,
I have been given them.
To let them evolve...
Without that kind of interruption.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Colorful Visions
There's a vision in my head
that surfaces while in bed.
And then when I awaken
the vision's gone.
It's beautiful to see
and when it comes to me
I feel as if it's here
but it moves on.
The vision's always fading
with colors bright, then shading
until I cannot see them
for it's dawn.
I anticipate the vision
and make a bold decision
to stay asleep
and trap this phenomenon.
But soon my eyes are open
and I find myself just hopin'
but once again my vision's
not there anymore.
Kaleidoscoping colors
where have you gone
every time I have that morning yawn?
It arouses me, undrowses me
and makes me sad to find
that I left it all behind
in that sleepy place for dreams.
And so it is it seems
wakefulness surrounds me
and I am left forlorn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Could Not Possibly Be Done Without Them
A persistent consistency isn't resistent to critique.
No!
Even though this may be believed.
There is a shared interdependency,
That benefits as a gift.
One who has been focused with purpose,
Has become accustomed to this deed.
And determined to use criticsm,
As a sign of something done...
That is appreciated but not by everyone.
And this continues with a seeking of critique one does,
As a method to keep critics feeling instrumental...
To what is needed to achieve what one does to do,
That could not possibly be done without them...
To ignite that inspiration kept and sought,
For a motivation that sparks one's drive to succeed.
'You could have used another line to rhyme with the other.
Why didn't you do it? '
~It's for the critics I exist.
But 'this' I keep them unaware of it.
I like to refer to this done,
As a mutual benefit of applied irritation.~
'But...
Does it work? '
~We've been irritating each other for years.
So I would think that it does.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Threats To Keep A People In Grief
How can we seek solutions...
When our denials love to bask,
In a pleasing done by deceit.
How can we non-fictionalize our lives,
When fiction is all we seek.
How can we ever expect to accept the truth,
When none of it is believed.
And how is a greatness once perceived,
So willing to feed decadence...
And allow conflict and division succeed.
All of these may be questions!
But the opportunity to answer them,
Become threats to keep a people in grief.
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Admire, I Do...You
Admire,
I do...
You.
Admitting it is not as easy.
This feeling I have is new.
Over the years it grew.
And one day out of the 'blue',
I just knew.
Admire,
I do...
You.
The way you walk,
With your head held up.
Your eyes so wise and bright.
Your words direct,
I now respect.
With my mind more open.
And more prepared to accept.
Admire,
I do...
You.
Those times we shared.
With you there caring.
And I then unaware...
Just how much you cared.
And today I reflect,
Upon my attitude.
And those awful moods you met,
You did not let upset you.
When you could...
And perhaps should have left,
Me.
Admire,
I do...
You.
And after all those things I put you through,
You stayed.
With me,
You stayed!
With me,
You stayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Bombs
German soldiers at my backyard,
Russian soldiers at my backyard,
American soldiers at my backyard,
The world's soldiers at my backyard,
And like cultures at different places;
But, history is all about life.
What is your name? !
'My name is St. Louis';
What is your mission?
'My mission is to see to the peace in this world';
What is your vision?
'My vision is to conquer the world with love'!
'One head, two eyes, two ears';
'One nose, two legs, two hands';
'And, to tell the people what the future will be like'.
Soon a bomb will blast omewhere! !
Soom many people will be killed;
And like the cultures of these people around me,
For, they are always after destruction than peace.
To others, sex is like a chewing gum to them;
To others, wars are like a laughter to them;
And now, this world is preparing for war and we are running out of time!
But tell me, which of you have no past in this world?
However, some of you are still working hand-in-hand with Satan the Devil.
These bombs are falling on us today,
These bombs are killing us today,
And hatred is leading mankind to destruction!
Because, some people are really working hand-in-hand with Satan the Devil.
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Today
Today I received your letter of good- bye
Today is the first day I started to cry.
Today I remembered the things of the past
And I always thought that our love would last.
This is something I must live with every day
What did I do? What did I say?
Today I said a prayer
Today I saw a vision of you standing there.
I saw the smile on your face
I felt your tender embrace.
I felt my life had come to an end
And so! I ’ll accept you as a friend
poem by Louis Rams
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Now (I Love You)
You came into my life
when i was so young
you witnessed my growing up
shared my innocence
i love you without pretense.
You occupied my mind
you conquered my heart
every second, every minute
every hour, everyday of my life
i am with you, you are with me
together we spend night and day.
I can not leave you, i know
you color my world, you completed my life.
they may call me a fool,
but you are a part of me,
and together we will always be.
We cried together when i felt so lonely
you smile with me when i am happy
you bear with me in my sleepless nights
and dream with you in our own plight
together we faced the joy and sorrow
and promised to build our bright tomorrow.
I cherish those moments i spent with you
the laughter and tears we shared together
life without you is meaningless and bitter
no one can ever take you away from me
we'll die in each others arms and our memory
i have loved you and...
until now I LOVE YOU...my dear POETRY!
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Interdependency
Too massively stretched is the spreading,
Of the 'One World/One Rule'
Effective conceptual policy.
Deceptively deplenishing rights and choices.
A socialistic pool to have everyone swim,
May fool those closed eyes.
And played out to appease the dismayed.
With a cloaking of a fear introduced to terrorize,
For a begging of a more protective interest...
To entice those unsuspecting,
Of a 'One World/One Rule' direction for them is next...
To digest.
Too many strategic steps,
Have been taken to perfect discreet expectations.
An increase of confusion to delude minds abused,
Will not prevent this fusion used.
Yet these aspects weave,
A foreseen collective entity.
And people incited to divide and hide in isolation...
Will eventually discover all their needs,
Are being stitched together...
In a knitted interdependency.
To become embraced.
As the end of separate racistness,
Comes to a blending of all humanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Used To Be Color Blind
Strange
How a dreary world can suddenly change
To a world as bright as the evening star
Queer
What a difference when your vision is clear
And you see things as they really are
I used to be color-blind
But I met you and now I find
Theres green in the grass
Theres gold in the moon
Theres blue in the skies
That semi-circle that was always hanging about
Is not a storm cloud, its a rainbow
And you brought the colors out
Believe me its really true
Till I met you I never knew
A setting sun could paint such beautiful skies
I never knew there were such lovely colors
And the big surprise
Is the red in your cheeks
The gold in your hair
The blue in your eyes
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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I Used To Be Color Blind
Strange
How a dreary world can suddenly change
To a world as bright as the evening star
Queer
What a difference when your vision is clear
And you see things as they really are
I used to be color-blind
But I met you and now I find
Theres green in the grass
Theres gold in the moon
Theres blue in the skies
That semi-circle that was always hanging about
Is not a storm cloud, its a rainbow
And you brought the colors out
Believe me its really true
Till I met you I never knew
A setting sun could paint such beautiful skies
I never knew there were such lovely colors
And the big surprise
Is the red in your cheeks
The gold in your hair
The blue in your eyes
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Giving Innocence
You created the fences.
And constructed the walls.
You put up all of your defenses,
While in the midst of conflicts...
And initiating those brawls.
In the past when you bullied it seemed much fun.
You undermined many and you saw some run.
You picked your enemies with a consciousness done.
And now you want to sit to complain about it.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
In the past when you bullied it seemed much fun.
You undermined many and you saw some run.
You picked your enemies with a consciousness done.
And now you want to sit to complain about it.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
You created the fences.
And constructed the walls.
You put up all of your defenses,
While in the midst of conflicts...
And those brawls.
In the past when you bullied it seemed much fun.
You undermined many and you saw some run.
You picked your enemies with a consciousness done.
And now you want to sit to complain about it.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
And nothing innocent about it you can convince.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
And nothing innocent about it you can convince.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In 'My' World I Am The Do Do
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
There was a time I would drop,
My priorities.
To sit and listen to someone moan.
To show them I was there,
And they were not alone!
There was a time I would stop,
In my tracks.
To carry a load,
Someone else had on their back.
To give unconditional friendship.
Without a thought about that!
Then one day I was in need.
Knowing in my heart...
Someone would come to my rescue.
I damn near was crawling on my knees.
Until I witnessed myself...
Being made to play the fool.
With folks caring less,
What it was I was going through!
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
To stink when I wish.
And caring less who likes it.
When I move,
My eyes are focused.
With my needs to meet first.
I 'may'...
Depending on my mood.
Choose to be less self serving.
However,
Whatever I decide...
I will not waste a second,
In debate.
In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
I am not living my life,
As an option someone can find...
To play with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unexpressed Depth
None of this you say is expected?
I can not imagine why?
All my life I have shared my interests.
And no secret about it had been kept.
And for you to say none of this from me,
You had perceived or could expect?
Proves to me now you had no respect!
Or you believed no success I would get.
Either way...
Whatever you say,
People like you I have long ago left!
And what I've always done, stays.
Oh...
You thought I was one of 'those'?
And that's odd you would mention that.
Since I thought you to have unexpressed depth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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