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To Boycott Just One Day of Gossip

They do know how to dress to impress.
That,
Is a given.

And they will express the best of etiquette.
That too,
Is a given to expect.

But getting off their telephones,
With a determination...
To boycott just one day of gossip,
Would create havoc for those with the habit...
Of undermining one another,
With the best of backstabbing techniques.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Stir Up Much Havoc

There are things I don't know.
Will you hold me to demands...
I make you understand,
That which I don't know.

There are things you don't know.
And I have no expectations grand...
You will suddenly take command,
To show you do know.

You've come to complicate my life.
And I don't like it.
One bit.

You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
To fit..
Underneath any sentiment.

There are things I don't know.
Will you hold me to demands...
I make you understand,
That which I don't know.
And I don't know,
What you think I should know.

You've come to complicate my life.
And I don't like it.
One bit.

You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
To fit..
Underneath any sentiment,
In me!
You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
To fit..
Underneath any sentiment,
In me!

You've come to complicate my life.
And I don't like it.
One bit.
And this is it.
I think we should admit.
Quit and leave.

You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
I think we should admit.
Quit it and leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I was playing the game we never had the benefit of TV or video to analyse our techniques or look at faults, we depended on other cricketers to watch us and then tell us what they thought we were doing wrong.

quote by Geoffrey Boycott
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If you create an act, you create a habit. If you create a habit, you create a character. If you create a character, you create a destiny.

quote by Andre Maurois
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Expect More

Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.

Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.

Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.

Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.

Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.

Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!

Expect more!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devils Radio

Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip

song performed by by George Harrison
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Freed By A Clarity

Some live to impress...
While others live to express.
Those digesting that which is confessed,
Find themselves on paths paved with concrete!
Although the way ahead may be dusty...
A trust isn't kicked away,
Once frustrations have been freed
By a clarity that stays,
On a journey taken...
With a confidence that has a purpose,
And a determination that does not stray!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just To Be On The Surface

Some do their 'ooohhhs and aaahhhs'
Over the appearance of things.
With a caring less of content.

If it should impress physically...
Mentally, that is all for some,
That needs to be addressed.

Many live just to be on the surface.
To shop and dress and look their best.
With little or no depth at all to express.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall

Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.

And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.

This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.

Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.

But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.

Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.

And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.

And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!

Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!

'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Ewww...
That's awful! '

Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!

Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!

'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Oh my...'

Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.

'Don't say it!
Not with...'

Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.

'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Oh my! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!

Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.

poem by John Celes
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Unearned But Believed More Deserving

Belittling those things that others do,
With a constant backstabbing to defame...
Shows clearly the presence of one's jealousy.
And undermining another's name,
Because one hides deep insecurities...
That eventually becomes processed,
As an evil activity by one's unconsciousness.

Although not announced to acknowledge openly,
But expressed to get a laugh from others on occasion.
While noticeably presenting this activity done,
With a shining under a selfish spotlight given by others...
To gain one a soliciting of attention one gets,
Unearned but believed more deserving.
And so many people like that pack themselves in pews.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treated As If Royal Guests

It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.

Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.

Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.

And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.

But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.

One never knows!
Do one?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Black Dress

Every woman has one in her closet,
Although some are loathe to confess.
It’s perfect for many occasions.
It is known as the little black dress..

For Women who seek to entice,
or have men they want to impress.,
There is nothing terribly virginal
concerning that little black dress.

Its of Spidery inspiration and,
oh, what a web they can weave.
They use it, some say, ensnaring their prey.
It comes out again when they grieve.

In Wedding, our Ladies wear white.,
A Little black dress when they keen.
They dress in subtler shades of gray
on all the days in between.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Wishy Washy Wusses

Those wishy washy wusses don't impress.
Limped wrists wimps...
With nothing more than their pretentions,
To address.
Double talkers who aren't direct.
And using gossip to connect,
As an attempt to express...
Opinions to abuse but amuse few,
Who refuse to show any interest!
The only thing they can leave,
When descending away from doorsteps...
To relieve,
After insulting guests.
Is a resignation,
From choosing to live lives like that...
Not too many can stomach, digest or respect.
And say so behind their shallowed backs!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Incentive Would They Have...

Those upper crust need not be butter uppers.
You or anyone else will not find them,
Trying to impress with mispronounced quotations,
Used to address the interest of those captivated...
By proper etiquette or ivy league schools selected,
To attend at the benefit of their well dressed children.
Not when one can afford,
To buy 'who' and what they want to satisfy whims.
Not them!

What incentive would they have,
To make attempts to publicly flaunt their wealth?
Folks like this can claim to own the air others breathe.
And to pollute it if they chose to do it,
The moment they decided to do this to leave...
If anyone dared to believe,
Their doing it was a joke!
And to impress anyone who insisted,
What incentive would they have to do this?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boycott

All that there is to boycott.
And with a doing of it too.
People for some reason.
Refuse to boycott against ignorance.
Or their acceptance of disrespect,
Not to mention a lack of discipline.
Many feel would intrude,
Upon their rights of entitlement.
But truth as it is spoken.
Offends those who defend,
An anxiousness to censor anything.
That hints to remove them from delusion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Such Thing As Writer's Block

i am part of the
lousy writers' club
restless people
with nothing to do
but write

hopeless cases
of paranoia
biting their pens
speeding their fingers
on the keys
without much thought
whether
people believe in their
causes

we are part of this
useless endeavor
the objective of which
is only to express
and not really to impress

i am part of the lousy people
our business is to write and write
and writer's block is
a crime

we write not really to impress
but only to express
we are depressed
we are oppressed
we are obsessed
to a fly and wasp and
termites and trite

we are not afraid of our
own self infected cliches.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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IF I Was On A Mission To Impress

If my mission was to impress,
To effectively address a perceived ego...
Gone unidentified as an awareness.
With a labelling of being arrogant.
I certainly would not begin,
With a depiction of a forest others do not see...
Although walking through it to go unseen.
Nor would I mention with acknowledgment,
My familiarity with each kind of tree within it...
To call each one by name to express my respect for them.
If...
I 'was' on a mission to impress.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unity That Is Down to Earth

The ignorant,
Are not historically known...
To be supportive of their own kind!
But they will periodically,
Call for unity...
In support of accusing one another,
For making attempts...
To do something with their lives.

For the small minded,
This 'trip' is considered 'uppity'.

And leaves many a victim despised,
By this self critique...
As trying to be better than the others.
And forgetting where they came from...
When they were significantly shunned,
For doing their best to get out of the nesting...
Of a crab barrel full of defeaters.

Somehow...
Knowing who and where they were,
Needed little confirmation!
Although filled with ambition and aspiration...
Energizing support,
Is a self motivating thing!
A sacrifice only determination brings.

However...
Suppressing expectations of progress,
Is a given and...done!
With the best of unified intentions.
To prevent 'delusions' of success!

And yet...
Those professing this ugly evilness,
Will dress to impress.
These are crab barrel dwellers!
People of a 'visualized togetherness'
Coming to celebrate express pretentions.

While proclaiming a displeasure,
For being in the presence of those
Who are not 'Down-to-Earth' like they are!
And with a lack of a collective identity.
That keeps them screaming for more police protection!
In a unity they appear...
Obviously in need of complete psychotic diagnosis.
And mental repair!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You're Feeling Not Quite Your Best

How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
When performing for others becomes a test.

How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And you would rather relax and rest?

Do you do what some do and go through the steps?
Only to not care what steps to do next?
With a wish you had an understudy...
To do what you do but only better yet.

How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And to be able to get away it with no regrets.

Praying someone will remember when,
You bettered your best efforts.
As if renewed by an energy...
With a hunger to impress.
And what you are now offering...
They are willing to help you to quickly forget!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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