Traits Of Misery
Beware of those who expose,
Traits of misery.
You will recognize them immediately.
Ache and Pain gainers,
Will introduce themselves first by complaints.
'Oh, I'm hanging in there.
Doing the best I can with my arthritist.
And controlling my 'sugar' and high colesterol.
You have no clue how I wish I can say,
I'm doing fine as easily as you do.'
Sufferers of others' misunderstandings...
Are of a different breed.
They want to be understood as to why,
Their excuses and alibis are always so creative.
'As a child my parents did this to me.
With their over-protecting and curfews set.
That left me insecure and unsure,
Of any forwardsteps I made.
But with my unshakable faith...
I pray everyday for clarity.'
Oh yes,
There's nothing like that 'clarity' to be addressed.
And then,
Those 'Doubting Thomases' who speak in 'gibberish'...
Around those to impress on Sunday mornings,
During their 'confessions'...
Are those with their 'born-again' Christian qualities.
You know the ones...
Quick to quote verbatim from a learned scripture,
But can not accept the living of their lives...
For fear to be tempted by sin and the reality of life,
They find they have been 'annointed' to judge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Search For Clarity
Clarity.
There is something about it...
That lightens the burden,
Of becoming victimized by misunderstandings.
It is with clarity that one becomes free of doubts.
Or comprehending something unintended...
Someone takes and tosses about.
Most times gossiped from mouth to mouth.
The search for clarity,
Identifies aspects of honesty.
And truth uncovered involved in anything...
Can solve dilemmas.
And expose deceitful offerings!
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize
How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.
I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.
And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!
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Free From A Deluded Need
Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.
I have no wish to satisfy,
Misunderstandings I have left.
I have no wish to revisit,
Repeated regrets.
Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.
And clarity is what I seek,
On a path to become...
The very best I can be!
And with clarity I am free,
From a deluded need...
To impress!
Free from a deluded need,
To address pretentions.
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Inside 'The House
If you are one,
To profess a faith...
Said is deep in God.
But a fear kept and limited,
Daily sits with you...
And warmly visits.
Put yourself on the hypocrite list!
And keep this in mind...
When you discover a scripture,
Delivered quickly from your lips.
Especially one easily remembered.
To find and repeat all the time!
One short and sweet.
And often rhymes.
Anyone with claims,
To have a faith in a 'Spirit'
With awesome power,
To lift their lives from burdens.
And able to gift them with blessings!
Who and what does one like this,
Try to convince?
When 'that' which is The Almighty...
Is constantly aware and listening,
For evidence of it.
Perhaps they view God,
Like many are prone to do.
From a pew on Sunday.
With a routine to follow through!
And name dropping to impress.
Yet being totally disconnected.
But hoping what is expressed...
Gains them an expectation of acceptance.
With quotes, notes and a nod from other folks.
Who like them...
Believe God is listening more intently!
Since they are inside 'the house',
Historically rumored and reported...
God lives in!
And He does not come out!
Or know a thing about them.
Or their pretensions to be...
More than the hypocrites they've been.
And He has known this from the beginning.
Since this they have insisted,
To choose and show to Him.
And even in their confessions,
This Deity remains unimpressed!
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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
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Revisited Dismisses
Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Since falling down presents fresh excuses.
To maim the mental state of minds...
Hoping a delivery of a clarity to find.
Or something quick to reminisce and addict...
To moments when lies and dishonesty was hidden.
Now it is welcomed freely as the air one breathes.
And more are becoming upset...
With the roughness thieves project and leave.
Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Blinded to possess something valued to impress.
As wickedness underneath their feet...
Was authorized with complete deceit.
But fantasies fed became a favorite treat.
And now they are left to eat,
A reality none can digest.
But they had been the ones to feed...
Such greediness at their best.
With a taste of it that lingers on...
As a demand to reinstate,
A way of life from them now gone!
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A 'Trip' To Babble On
Why is it,
That those who are most likely to become offended...
By someone else's interpretation of God,
And the way they depict their reciting of quoted scriptures...
Seem to be those who are hypocrities.
Who are quick to say what they know.
To even take a 'trip' to babble on,
In 'tongues' as if to impress.
And yet,
The evidence they show to be exposed...
Is meager in the delivery of its existence.
But they will tell anyone within listening distance,
What it is from others God wishes.
And they live lives completely exempt from this.
But will quote in a minute,
Something they have read but not digested.
To then say...
'I too have difficulty maintaining my faith.'
~That's odd.
I have no clue as to what you've said.
And yet,
I find no difficulty maintaining my faith at all.~
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Do You Need A More Specific Definition
You may not like my 'tone' of voice.
And how I use it,
To express 'my' feelings.
And your wish to move forward,
With a dismissing of my complaints...
From a prior situation,
That had manifested under someone else's watch.
Sounds good,
To only you!
When you stepped into this kitchen,
With an acceptance of your position.
The kitchen had been heated...
With the oven left on.
You may have been hired to decrease the heat.
But guess what?
I'm one of the pots left hot on that stove.
And whether you like it or not...
You 'will' address my concerns.
And this voice that you hear,
Tone and all...
Is mine.
And however you correct what I've addressed,
Is fine.
As long as it is understood,
You've been hired to meet my taste to satisfy.
And not the other way around.
Do we have clarity?
Or do you need a more specific definition,
Of your position?
With a more detailed job description?
Just let me know,
How we can achieve an agreement.
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Once It Arrives
'My beliefs and restrictions.
Those thoughts I kept,
That brought upon me an isolation.
And my obsession with fear and death! '
Why are you doing that now?
'There is nothing about them valued.
Not a solid single thing!
Now I appreciate what freedom means.
And the clarity it brings! '
What do you think it means?
'Stepping out of a box I tried to fit in.
Observing those crushed against each other...
Trying to impress themselves.
With manifested nonsense.
And ridding myself of those thing's
That do not provide my sustained peace of mind.'
But that is not happiness.
You need things to make you happy!
I know I do.
'No!
I needed those things for pretentious reasons.
But when I discovered my peace of mind...
I knew immediately to get rid of a whole lot of 'stuff'!
And leaving that with attitudes with bitterness behind.
OH! So...
You value that more than anything?
'Yes!
Once it arrives...
There is nothing like it!
You will find yourself removing everything,
That makes it feel uncomfortable!
Everything!
That's how determined I am to keep it!
So I hope you are not here to test me?
I can become vicious when it comes to protecting it.'
But,
I can't see a thing!
'I said...
I can become 'vicious' when it comes to protecting it.
Should I show you? '
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That's What A Growing Does
Long before I met you,
I was introduced to myself first.
And that meeting took awhile,
Before I felt a clarity.
With a clarity noticed I wanted to know.
And to let go of that which I did not need.
Now with clarity and identity intact,
I can understand...
Why today you say I've changed.
I have learned that's what a growing does.
And I hope that growth continues to show.
With a letting go of that which my mind does not feed.
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
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I Know You're There and Listening
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You're here!
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me near.
Everyday when I pray,
I know You're there and listening.
Everyday when I pray,
I'm listening to You too!
And no matter if gray clouds appear.
Or thunder in my mind...
Brings tears.
I find You there protecting.
I find safe shelter here.
It's very clear
I find You near me...
Everyday.
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You are so near.
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me close...
To watch.
And chase away those fears that come.
To let me know I'm not just one with You.
You prove this everyday that I go through.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You are never from me far,
Away.
I know You're there,
With me...
As always.
I know You're there!
To comfort me.
Eternally...
You're there.
Inside of me.
And in my heart,
To believe.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You're never from me far,
Away.
You're here with me.
Kept faithfully to believe.
Everyday as I pray,
With faith and believe.
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Deductive Reasoning
Learn to spell...
Well.
Learn to articulate,
With unmistakable known and correct...
Definition others united together and accept.
Be specific in thought.
Without confusion to dilute,
Into invitations to debate.
Misunderstandings often arise,
When connections aren't firmly tied.
And if you are misunderstood,
Because a clarity has been overshadowed...
By a metaphor or two,
Not intended by you to use...
To diffuse.
Learn more math.
Since the exactness of it teaches,
There are areas of life yet to be lived,
By many not seeking to reach a clarity of vision.
With a concentrated effort needing less to hear...
What is spoken 'thought' to be from a pulpit preached.
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Inspiring Tolerant Eyes
perception to see
potential diversity reality
beauty in context
beautiful life forms
both in out of rigid reality
what to clarity expect
beauty to accept
respect all evolving lives
embrace all souls
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Nothing Genuine Is Expressed
We say we pray,
For forgiveness and clarity.
When we are forgiven and the clarity comes...
We become disbelievers.
And we begin to deceive.
Those who can see through us...
See every trick we have that's up our sleeves.
Many perceive what they say,
Is enough to convey their version of truth.
And out from their mouths,
Comes words to impress.
Nothing genuine is expressed.
It would be an awakening experience,
If every Disney character greeted visitors cussing!
Now...
That would be worth the exorbitant entrance fee.
With Mickey chasing Minnie butt naked.
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Mistakes Are Expected To Be Made
Would it be worth it to reverse and redo,
Those mistakes I've made along the way?
For purposes to correct,
What today I am better to convey?
With a maturity that is assured.
And with a humility I've learned to display?
Many times I have thought about this.
As I reminisced those lessons,
I should have grasped but dismissed.
And IF it was a possibility,
To correct and perfect my blemishes...
Flaws and imperfections,
Others inspected and criticized!
My life would not be as fulfilling.
Since my time would be occupied...
With making excuses and creating alibis.
And I would have been limited to sit in fear.
And I thank God,
It was not the fear of obstacles...
That have kept my steps blessed.
It was faith and prayer that made me aware...
I was just one of many artists,
Assigned to do my part...
To add onto this living canvas,
We've come to call life to live and give.
And mistakes are expected to be made.
With attempts in the wrong direction,
Only God forgives if we ask of Her or Him...
Or Both,
To be forgiven!
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You Can Become Very Effective At It
You seem to be able to express yourself,
So easily.
So relaxed you seem.
As if you do not have a care in the world!
OOOOWWW!
You...you...you!
Why did you stomp on my foot like that?
'Quickly...
Slow deep breath in,
And...release!
Now,
Where is that inner pain?
You see...
You didn't hesitate.
It came right out.
And each time it gets easier.
Until you are able to express yourself...
With or without it!
It becomes something you begin to deal with!
And it doesn't stop you from moving on!
Your mind has been re-focused! '
What is the matter with you?
Don't EVER do that again!
'I wont have to!
However...
It will be something done to you,
You will always remember.
Right?
And you will heal...
Never to show that pain felt,
On the outside! '
You should teach!
I mean in schools!
'Naw...
My methods are more direct.
Plus those graduation ceremonies...
I like to conduct immediately.
On the first day of class.
Get it over with!
And 'then' discuss life as it applies,
With realism involved!
Today...
Reality is not taken as seriously,
As I would like to have it taught!
Too much sugar and spice stuff.
Then folks spend all their lives...
Suffering from withdrawl symptoms.
Trying to feed their expectations with nonsense.
And paying for it the rest of their lives!
I prefer quick studies like yourself.
The one on one approach is much more meaningful.
And besides...
Didn't you find that lesson given,
Made you feel a more closer bond to the teacher? '
Man...
I'm gonna knock you out one day!
'See,
Already you have acquired a taste for teaching.
And you can become very effective at it too! '
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You Have Not Yet Learned to Survive
You have not yet learned to survive.
I've heard you make excuses for it.
As you sit in the comfort of your parents' home.
Who provide amenities,
You use and they condone.
You have not yet learned to survive.
I listen to you pass your judgements,
On my appearance and how I dress.
And how I live alone,
Without complaints of being stressed.
And every bill I pay...
I do that on my own.
And that stress factor?
I have no reason to make that known.
You have not yet learned to survive.
You say you raise children?
Who are more with your folks than they are with you.
I have yet to see you do that by yourself.
Without complaining you have no social life left.
And you say your folks are always in your business.
If you stayed away and took care of it,
No one but you would know what that business is.
But you like to announce you have no life and two kids!
And then you tell me,
I don't know what life is about?
I don't know what it is to sacrifice?
Since I have it made living alone,
With no creditors ringing my phone!
And I am always at home I never go out!
Where 'is' your mind?
At Six Flags?
Or DisneyWorld?
Which one is it?
You have not yet learned to survive.
Not if you are relying on others,
To keep your lifestyle alive!
And I know you want to keep your 'lifestyle' alive!
Along with your siblings!
Who bring 'their' children...
For stops at mom and pop's.
To leave and come back when they please!
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The Special Child
The hearts were cheerful and full of joy
For it had been blessed by this little boy.
Jesus Christ was his name
And the lives he changed would never be the same.
He filled a void in the hearts of man
That the Romans couldn’t understand
He gave them hope and took them from despair
And showed them that he truly cared.
Two thousand years have come and gone
And the faith and love for him is still as strong.
We celebrate the birth of baby Jesus on Christmas day
And to him the world does pray.
This is not the only day that we give thanks
To this new born king, for he is with us in everything.
We wake up in the morning and we give thanks
For a brand new day, and before bed we do pray.
We see an accident and we automatically say.
I pray that they are okay.
We see a person with third degree burns
we say to ourselves that there’s
A lesson to be learned.
Would we be able to think the same
If we had to endure that persons pain.
Everything that we do and everything that we say
Involves god in some sort of way.
When we are in excruciating pain
We scream “ oh god” but not in vain.
He is always there every step of the way
And with faith we will not stray.
This is the special child of which I speak
Who protects us all when we are weak.
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