Touches Of An Angel Distributing Luck
The easier a perception,
Of how one's life is lived...
The one perceived erroneously,
Is rumored to be lazy.
Or 'gifted' by the touches of an angel...
Distributing luck and unquestionable abundance.
No one accepts someone like this,
As being sacrificial.
Or sweating constantly to accomplish,
What one desires with a focused wish.
Or that a success that has been made public,
Has been more than well deserved.
Or...
Has an intention to receive,
The benefits...
From a toiling away,
On many a sleepless night!
As others have no problem,
Manifesting their critique on a daily basis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Kind of Devoted Discipline
Many do not understand,
This kind of devoted discipline.
Some don't understand the benefits of discipline,
Period.
And it is difficult for them,
To connect success with a drive that is focused.
Some people believe luck is involved,
That comes to assist achievement.
And not intention...or,
The sweat of hard work and sleepless nights.
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Luck Has Nothing To Do With What Has Been Achieved
Sacrifice, initiative, motivation, discipline...
Self esteem, belief, faith and consistency,
With a persistence to get done and do!
Are you listening to me?
Success has more than one avenue,
One can take to reach it.
But if commitment isn't attached,
With a plan to match...
Some folks will never know,
How it feels...
To touch a dream that comes to life.
And when one has spent many sleepless nights,
In pain and 'still' applies emotions felt to accomplish...
With a focused devotion no one witnesses to see to believe,
Luck has nothing to do with what has been achieved!
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Startled
People are such mysterious creatures to observe.
When it's believed
Someone seen on a daily basis,
Has no worth they can detect.
That person becomes like them...
Driven by bad luck and circumstance.
They are comfortable with not taking chances.
And 'good luck' is what they express in doubt!
However...
When it is discovered someone seen on a daily basis,
Has, in fact...
Achieved accomplishments,
In front of them and not behind their backs!
They become quite startled that someone like that...
Could care less about the methods used,
Or who determines how success is measured to reflect
One's influence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendoed to Convince
Fear not being completely honest,
In an atmosphere reeking of deceit.
You...
Of those wholesome sensibilities!
Eventually your intergrity will be identified.
And those who lived their lives mystified by lies...
Will discover their decay.
Deluded and fantasized.
Teased by sweets and compromised.
But has delivered no long lasting peace.
With wishes they had turned away,
From a hollowness enjoyed each day.
Sought on a daily basis.
Preferring a more solid existence employed.
At least one less pretensed.
Or one wished had been less annoying!
And lived to prevent from being destroyed.
By threats of terrorists or homophobic racists!
Since one day they will come to realize,
Their own lives lived...
For them nearing the end,
Has made no sense to defend.
With a rumored conscious intention.
Innuendoed to convince,
A fulfillment of some kind has taken place.
Even at the expense,
Of their sheltered and isolated misunderstandings.
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
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Now...This Is 'My' Question?
Accomplishments done are just what they are.
A means to reveal who is supportive of those who succeed.
And,
Exposes those who choose to believe...
The ones who are motivated,
Think they are better than those who are lazy...
And have no ambition!
'What? '
Listen!
Now...
This is 'my' question?
Why would anyone who is focused to accomplish,
Spend their time wondering 'why' others are wasting theirs?
'It depends on who you are asking! '
However...
I am sure this makes 'some' sense,
To those with little of that left!
And leaving many influenced to be impressed by it!
'Why would anyone focused on doing 'something'...
Stop that to become attracted by those doing nothing at all? '
That's the point 'they' are trying to make!
Why aren't they given more attention?
'For what? '
Doing nothing!
And wanting to be honored for it.
'Oh!
That's called entitlement.
You know...
I 'see' therefore it's 'mine' to claim.
Mine to defame and shame who I please.
To get others to believe in me.
As I teach them the benefits of deceit.'
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I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
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On The Otherhand
The facts are left unapproached.
To acknowledge them would mean,
The facing of mistakes made.
And that for many,
Has never been a prerequisite,
To the obtaining of comprehension.
On the otherhand...
Not that one.
The other one.
You have two.
Most of us do.
The boosting of delusions...
Is celebrated on a daily basis.
To maintain a mind kept entertained,
With beliefs that success is perceived...
As the taking of something not earned.
And easily as it can be done,
From anyone who sacrifices time and effort.
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What Will They Not Be Getting
What will they not be getting,
By attending a public school...
That the students in public schools,
Receive on a daily basis?
How about a quality education?
Supported by the protection,
Of Secret Service personnel.
A 'take-no-prisoners' mother!
Solid and firm!
A doting grandmother...
Who is reminiscent of Madame Butterfly.
And a father who is President,
Of the United States.
Not to underestimate the teachers.
But no one needs to lose a gamble...
That they have been selected and qualified,
To teach.
And not meet in the teacher's lounge,
Planning retirements or complaining...
About the discipline of the children.
An education they will certainly be getting!
One that can be applied,
To ensure a quality of life lived.
For the rest of their lives!
Whether they try or not!
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On A Path One Has Cleared Of Thorns
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
Obstacles impossible seem to pop from everywhere.
To test emotions and one's endurance.
And anyone who has ever faced opposition knows...
Friends can become unconsious foes sometimes.
And those thought to be foes...
Eventually become those who are the most close.
One truly doesn't know who 'is' or who isn't...
Until it is recognized,
The one who has lived a life dedicated...
Being who they are from the beginning,
Becomes more appreciated by those...
Who acknowledge a life lived devoted,
Is not a bed of roses...
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
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How Do You Do It?
so much time energy
constantly focused
on pain suffering
memories of what you had
what you endured
at hands of fate or karma
is it not time...
to devote your
sustaining life force
to positive
celebration
of possibility life...
to all you may
accomplish achieve
with just a small part
of your time energy
focused instead upon
attaining future accomplishments
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These Episodes Remain To Stay Played
Of course I am going to remember being insulted.
And being the butt end of loudly spoken jokes.
These episodes remain to stay played,
In the mind of the one they are directed towards.
Especially if one is chosen for this to be done,
On a daily basis.
Wouldn't you say?
Unless you are the forgetful kind.
And accustomed to degrading others.
Because it seems the popular thing to do!
And for many...
Not a few,
Their misdeeds are seldom forgotten...
To forgive!
And I happen to be one to believe,
There is no such thing as sincere apologies.
I just think some people become embarrassed,
When those they insult with intention...
Are discovered to be better people,
Than what had been rumored.
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The Eleven Angels # 6
(6) Success Angel
Am your Angel of Success,
My duty is to see to it
you have all the abundance,
affluence and prosperity,
Am with you always to lead you
towards those who appreciate,
acknowledge and reward you
poem by Noel Horlanda
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With a Weakness of Mind and Physicality
Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.
Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.
It takes courage to step out in front.
To confront opposition and be blunt.
People who fear to have their feelings hurt,
Are usually those,
Who spread gossip with a thirst.
Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.
Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.
With a weakness of mind and physicality.
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Preferring to Complain, Eat, Play Games and Sleep
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
With attempts made to improve their lives...
Very few of them even bother.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
Perceiving to 'do' is 'to' follow through and receive.
Setting the example,
Is likened to biting into a pail of nails.
In some places...
Where folks are accustomed to applauding failure.
And setbacks are welcomed by those laying the traps!
It seems to happen to those,
In acceptance of themselves.
Believing they can do anything!
And accomplish like no one else.
No matter what the circumstances.
People like this seem to have a determination.
Like flowers reappearing to dare to bloom brighter,
Every Spring!
As if to prove a point that is made.
Regardless of what the naysayers bring to the table.
These folks seem to qualify their own abilities!
Since to accomplish means to them...
What one does with one's mind.
Not a place to find where this can be done.
Or seek to fulfill a mediocrity,
Like everyone in an environment...
Where excuses are made.
And alibis the 'disease'.
And a thought process for many,
Seems to have stalled in potential.
Surrounded by an abundance of it.
To proclaim!
But the potential has yet to become essential.
It's just in conversation to exclaim.
With a doing of it yet given an opportunity to use.
And those seen in pursuit...
Are immediately sought to ridicule and abuse!
Yes this 'is' sick!
And done daily by vocal nitwits!
Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
Saying there is 'nothing' to do!
And life to them bores.
But this does not happen,
To those deemed and perceived...
Least likely to succeed.
The ones living quietly in communities,
And discreetly applying their seeds to achieve.
And ironically...
This activity one has sought to pursue,
Isn't that unique!
But a work ethic applied to tasks to complete...
Seems oddly a challenge many unaccepting.
As seen by those who roam on urban streets.
Many have come to fear to dislike and not endear...
The definition of work or the time spent to sacrifice.
Mention this...
And they will soon disappear!
But adopting quick to devisive devices...
No one fears this at all!
Preferring to complain...
Eat, play games and sleep.
With a shopping stop made,
Daily at a local mall.
Like an expected routine.
Kept as sacred,
As the connection of life has to breath.
No matter if the act of that...
Has least importance than one's credit.
'They seem to take a lot for granted here.
Don't they? '
~I have no idea.
Do they?
I have things to do to get done.~
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Noticeable Shifts
With hopes that one's perception of change,
Is observed without them experiencing the effects of it.
Can be considered,
A 'derangement' of sorts.
And inflicted by...
An apparent malfunctioning of reason taught,
And valued.
Some sit and wish,
For a painless delivery.
Wanting to claim they've gone through a change,
With a clinging onto a way of life done...
That remains comfortably for them the same.
Changes are drastic with noticeable shifts.
Sacrifices are made.
Some are physical.
Others mental.
Either way,
Emotions play a major part...
In the distributing of what comes to exist.
And those who believe they can avoid a life of anguish...
Are dealing with serious issues of acceptance.
With beliefs they can be ignored as exceptions,
As they pray to pick and choose...
A kind of life to live,
With a sweetened treatment that is obstacle free.
And handed to them with a gentleness,
That is smooth like a tune hummed and grooved.
'What is that noise heard in the background? '
~Someone fussing over facts.
And boo-hooing over a life they lived,
With a wish to have it back.~
Changes are drastic with noticeable shifts.
Sacrifices are made.
Some are physical.
Others mental.
Either way,
Emotions play a major part...
In the distributing of what comes to exist.
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To Seek and Wish For That Which Is Correct
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
To lie, deceive and deny...
Takes a toll on the mind,
Trying to remember too much.
And what was told to whom and when.
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
Than to create fresh lies to be exposed over and over,
To be told over again without an end to them.
That can exhaust,
Even the most gifted of blinded achievers.
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Without Knowledge Or Skills To Address
Would others judge so quickly,
If they were selected and picked...
To be gifted with intelligence?
And expected to provide evidence of it.
On a regular basis.
With nothing else to do,
But to prove it and not disappoint.
And those who are depicted that way,
Seem only motivated to a comprehending of life.
With a listening to achieve understanding.
Hoping that a discipline to accomplish dreams...
Does not continue to depict them,
As lucky when something done that they do...
Is given an attention.
While others seek with a hoping,
That their physical attributes warrants...
A getting of some attention that is mentioned too!
Afterall...
Isn't it how one looks and not what one does,
That achieves everlasting success...
Without knowledge or skills to address?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Tickled
I feel you watching closely.
And ready to poke.
As if my presence,
Is under your microscope.
Too familiar have I been,
To those toothy grins zeroing in...
With needles and pins.
Attempting to prick,
What is perceived thick skin!
To judge if I am human.
Or if I can take what I am given...
Like a cushion that sits.
Without a feeling connected to it.
And if I should let critique,
Show it bothers me?
I'd be perceived as sensitive.
Like most 'creative' types are thought to be.
'And...
You're not? '
No.
Not necessarily.
But I do admit,
I am often tickled.
By displays of thoughtlessness.
And In public I laugh.
Sometimes in private I giggle.
Since the attention I'm given,
Validates some success.
And doing 'something' with longevity?
That achieves the curiosity from others I get?
I can't help but feel both blessed and amused.
Since I love to tease those who probe,
Who believe I'm easy to disturb and upset.
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Approved With an Abundance of Love
If there could be one thing I'd want...
I would wish for love,
To come with benefits!
I would not sit and become one's charity case!
Not me.
I wouldn't think of it!
I could not rest with those selfish thoughts!
However...
I 'would' make sure I was thought of,
On a daily basis...
As a 'foundation' accepting donations!
Approved with an abundance of love,
I would joyfully dispense!
In an arrangement,
Of an exchanged expense!
Knowing someone has given...
And I have happily received!
AND that's not being selfish at all!
That is being blissfully prepared and ready,
To release a satisfying peace!
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