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To Be Convinced To Begin To Take Notice

If what is going on had not been approved,
Why are they sobbing so loudly?

'That's the point.
It was not approved.'

How long did it take for them to be convinced,
To begin to take notice of it?

'Just because it has been in their presence,
For decades...
Doesn't validate anything.'

I see.

'You act as if you have no empathy.'

Really?
I didn't realize it was an act.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend

But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again

poem by Dylan Burkhart
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I don't know anyone at the highest levels who approved Abu Ghraib. If President Barack Obama for a moment thought that somebody at a high level had approved it, he would go after them.

quote by Peter King
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Time outdates

Pyre dying was scrapped,
And widowhood, approved.
Widowhood was scrapped
And bonded wed, approved.
Divorce is encouraged;
Remarriage is sanctioned
Marriage is to be outdated.
One generation got no right.
To criticize the other.
28.04.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This is certainly not the first case in which a merger approved in one place hasn't gone through in the other. There was a case last year where the merger between two EU companies was approved here and blocked in the U.S.

quote by Mario Monti
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Anything you see on the screen was at one point approved by me.

quote by Craig McCracken
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Everything Is You

...you are my everything...
i've been thinking of a way to phrase it
seem to never find the words to say it
but it's true to say
i've been occupied by other things (i've been occupied by other things)
how could i think that you wouldn't notice (you wouldn't notice)
the absence of our closeness
realizing now
i will never let it happen again (again)
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
and now i realize (i realize)
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize that you are my everything
as i sit here contemplating
'bout our love that's slowly fading
so insensitive
didn't hear you calling out for me...(didn't hear you calling out my name..)
if i could change the past i would do
everything to show i appreciate you
open up your heart
let me help you fall in love again
my friend, 'cause now i
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
(now i) and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings (like an angel without it's wings)
(and now) and now i realize
that you are my everything (you are everything)
now i know it (now i know it)
shouldve shown it (should've shown it)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
(life without you here beside me) and like an angel without it's wings
(oh can't you see that i apologize)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it (your the air that i breathe)
and now i realize (the spirit that lives in my soul)
that you are my everything
[repeat chorus until fade]

song performed by by Boyz II Men
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With Approved Authority

There are those who are extremely happy,
And proud to see those of color suffering.
This allows them to validate their wicked ways,
With a feeling better of themselves discreetly.
Knowing the can destroy the lives of others.
And...
With approved authority,
Establish charities to convince they represent...
An image of wholesomeness,
That provides a dependency AND oppression...
Which protects and hides their incompetence,
With a shielding of their insecurities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Poindexter made a comment to me like that, it would have been in the context of once the authorized program is approved there would be no point in having any of these private benefactors any longer.

quote by Robert M. Gates
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I do think that some of us began to realize that this was going to be a long struggle that was going to go on for decades, and you'd have to knuckle down. A lot of people in our generation did that. They didn't drop out and run away.

quote by Julian Bond
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Even Hyenas Have Some Sense

'They are laughing at 'you'! '

And that...
You have taken notice?

'It is not 'me' it is 'you' they are laughing at! '

Oh,
I understand that very clear.
But they are not here,
In my focus!
To give them the notice you give!

They are there to do...
Whatever 'hyenas' like them do!
They want you attracted.
To distract.
Don't point at them.
They will point right back!
And then begin to play games,
Of trivial pursuit.

See them sitting there?
That's all that they do.

I care less about them laughing.
Even hyenas have some sense.
Something mindful of a survival to dispense.
And they have 'sat' doing that...
For as long as I can remember!
And not one dollar have they made,
Or been paid to do it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualify Yourself

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.

It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!

However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.

And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!

What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!

Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.
There may be some answers needed.
And experience will take you where they are!
To satisfy or not.
It is the process that enlightens.
Not the lettuce or the mayonnaise you forgot!

AND...
If that is all that is on your mind,
When 'that' time comes?
Dine out!
You can well afford it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alternatives

Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
With a taking of advice,
To do what it was.
We chose and approved.

No one then would be offended.
And everyone would live as we wished.
No one would have a need to defend,
A life like this,
In an unquestioned bliss.

But realities as they are,
Have many in conflict.
Those with certain beliefs,
Refuse to comprehend.
Why their perceptions are not adopted.

And those who express they accept alternatives,
Are the ones despised.
Because their lives lived like this,
Has delivered a happiness!
And for many that happiness for them does not exist.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
With a taking of advice,
To do what it was.
We chose and approved.
With a doing done we too.
Would not find the time to debate and argue.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If others did what we liked.
And isn't it wonderful.
To know we can be ignored.
To then share in the receiving.
Others exchange from their adventures explored.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Continue to Want Credit

What you allow people you claim you love,
To tolerate from you...
Should find somewhere in your mind to disgust.
But like most things you do,
You believe whatever is done...
Has been pre-approved!

Unfortunately your consciousness,
Has been accepted to exist on delusion.
It has been too late to show you too...
This perception of yours is sick.
Since you are controlling.
And the captain of your sinking ship!

What you allow people you claim you love,
To tolerate from you.
Should find somewhere in your mind to disgust.
But like most things you do,
You believe whatever is done...
Has been pre-approved!

And you continue to want credit,
Without making deposits to cover your debits.
And you continue to seek protection,
As if your actions don't expose defects.
What's next?
Since you ignore all messages from God!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Desparate Song

Mockingbirds are the only
birds to sing all the colors.
The most beautiful of them all
is the saddest, and she sings
her lonely song to him,
but he does not notice.
He does not realize that
they are the same.
He only has eyes
for the bluebird.
The very same bluebird
that has tortured the mockingbird
with her songs many times,
claiming to be his only love.
As the mockingbird sings
her sad songs, she is careful
not to sound like the bluebird.
She sings only to him,
only for him,
but he is the only one
that doesn't listen.
Everyone sees her beauty,
except for him.
They see her as a broken heart,
but he doesn't see her.
He doesn't notice whether
she's there or not.
He doesn't notice
the love in her eyes,
or the pain in her voice.
He only knows the bluebird,
and sees her alone
as the beauty of Life,
although he will never
know true beauty:
the beaury of the mockingbird,
or the love that she
would give to him.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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Current Expectations

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.

When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.

'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~

That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.

~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You 'Have' To Notice It

Lets...
Discuss,
Racism.
And how it affects you daily.

'It doesn't.'

Comeon.
You have to notice it?

'I do.'

So...
You are affected.

'No.
I am not.'

Of course you are.
You are obviously black.
A black man.

'And? '

If I were black I would notice that.
Everywhere I would notice it.
Everywhere I went...
It would be on my mind.
In my consciousness.
I'd be full of resentment.
I wouldn't be able to sleep,
Knowing I stood out amongst all people.
I would feel insecure.
Emotionally tormented inside,
With wishes to be white.
I would be...

Are you done?

'Yes.
But I just wanted you to know,
How I would feel...
IF I were a black man.'

Sorry to disappoint you.
Perhaps my commitment,
To having an identity with purpose first...
Has not prioritized my being black.
As much as you have.
Are you hoping one day I will feel inferiror?

'You don't? '

By what or who?

'Those who feel they are better than you.'

I don't fantasize.
But I realize there are many who do.
And I notice them everywhere I go.
You have to notice it too?

'I don't.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offered and Ignored

Selected to lead and not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.

People unaccustomed to getting things done,
Are currently upset...
By the actions of one considered young.
And they have become stubborn,
In their ways to obstruct.

But...
The one who has been elected,
Is not stuck in an awe that is struck.
He is there...
To lead!
And not debate.
Choosing not to wait,
To express diplomic ineptitude...
That has come to stifle,
As if a movement that has been approved.

And his leadership has put frowns on their lips.
But he was the one seeking 'their' bipartisanship.
And he knew when elected,
He did not need it!
It was offered and ignored,
In a solicitation he now has dismissed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did I Beg From You An Acceptance?

This is not a version of something before that had existed,
To be lifted from your memory to then quickly dismiss.
Not this!
No.
But you've been convinced of it,
As being just another experience you would rather do without.
Until it's remembered for what it is.
To then do your best to recapture the moment to reminisce.

And not a version of it attempted to compare,
Will never satisfy what was there when it had been given...
To you and no one else.
Trust me!
I know from where it came with my eyes wide open.
It was not from me to leave that easily.

And when rejected...
Did I beg from you an acceptance?
No.
I did not.
I've kept what I've got to increase its appreciation.
To flourish as it was nurtured.

What I've got to spare doesn't have to be shared,
To validate its existence to remain with me welcomed!
Time has taught me what to value.
What to keep and always cherish to polish and not let rust.
It doesn't have to be an 'us' for that to be made known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winters Over

I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.

I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.

Time for some repairs.
Make it even better for the next year.
I must be prepared.
For the harsh realities that bring so much despair.

I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.

I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.

Stipping off all these cloths.
I was so overloaded.
Like a snake I'm shedding my skin.
Replacing it with something better then.
Putting out my sign soon.
Home made and hand crafted.
So green all I used was my surroundings.

I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.

I made it through.
Another winters over.
She was bitter.
At one point I didn't know if I could make it.
Yet I did.

Still their is no single silver bullet when it comes to life.
No antidote to some difficulties.
Sometimes you must face things headon with a little sweat and hardwork maybe you'll come out on top.
Provide a helping hand to those who still have not.
Just because your better off doesn't mean so is everyone else.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Looking For The Nearest Exit

I say, I didn't.
And yet,
You are convinced...
With a hint of offensiveness,
That I did do what was not done.

Attracted I am to facts.
But you don't care a thing about that!
Your approach is to match,
Misunderstandings kept you keep to hatch.
And...
As long as we look the way we look,
That is how we will be evaluated.
Although,
That has absolutely nothing to do with talent!

'WHAT? '

I say, I didn't.
And yet,
You are convinced...
With a hint of offensiveness,
That I did do what was not done.

'WHAT?
Didn't or did do what?
You've lost me! '

Oh?
And I am suppose to be surprised?
Everytime we have a conversation,
You vocalize the same thing.

'You have very few friends,
Don't you? '

And what does that comment made to me mean?
Are your trying to avoid the subject?

'No...
I am actually looking for the nearest exit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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