Ulterior Motives
Traps of sadness,
Are set for those unconsious.
So determined deceptions are...
To have them suitable for your tracks.
Recognize the disguises of the hunter,
Some might carry smiles...
With a quick slap on your back.
While others provide a shallow mind with compliments!
Ready to compare an unaware presence,
That's been carefully prepared...
To slip on a custom made trap that fits.
While socializing with those exposed,
With ulterior motives for selections they've chosen
And why those folks who appear
Have been hand picked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivering the Difference
Shallow platitudes are okay but overused.
But show them only as reliable expression...
That are picked to fit,
A mood and attitude.
Something that is quick and said suitable...
Within the season to match the festivitude.
Seasonally soothed as is one's custom to choose.
This may sit well,
For those who shop for a triteness to drop.
Like an appropriate decoration...
In one's vision to represent.
Like a Halloween costume.
Or Christmas holiday scents.
But there are some folks,
Who only accept and appreciate...
The very best of what's genuine.
And taking the time to demonstrate it,
Says a lot about the person...
Who has qualities unrehearsed.
And that says a lot about them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chosen Motives to Deceive
Ulterior motives,
Not realized exposed
On one's exterior to be seen,
Is expected from a child
Trying to hide a discovery,
Beginning to take a pride
In aspects of manipulation.
But an immature adult,
Unrehearsed
Offends,
Without knowing
Their chosen motives to deceive,
Lacks practice and experience.
And this when witnessed is disrespectful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Referees?
I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?
And then there are those,
Who say they're always prepared.
If it doesn't come,
Whatever they are prepared for...
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
'Just in case! '
Just in case?
Just in case of what?
Someone discovering,
They are a descendant of Mother Goose?
And the shoe they all lived in...
Was found to sit on an oil field?
And they have inherited wealth?
I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?
I was told as a child to always do my best.
Because you never know...
What's going to happen.
And have clean underwear on!
The clean underwear I understand.
The rest of that I don't!
What's going to happen?
An 'accident'?
Well...
There goes the clean underwear theory!
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
For whose benefit?
And when you are ready to deliver...
Will what you have prepared,
Be suitable for anyone's taste that is declared?
Suppose you know you have been ready.
And 'they' don't care how much you 'suppose'.
Who referees?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opponent Chosen
It has to come as a disappointment,
To carefully pick an opponent...
Who is perceived to be unaware of it.
But proves more than worthy,
For any challenge presented.
To then expose capabilities unknown.
And...
Without hesitation,
The opponent chosen...
Reveals with acknowledgement,
Of having a desire to be the one picked.
This has to come as a disappointment?
'For who?
The opponent chosen,
Who sat and waited patiently?
Or the one believing the task to be easy? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Welcome Bitter Fits
I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.
I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.
I try to be accountable,
Without apologies.
I make sure I'm there,
Taking care...
Of responsibilities.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.
I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
And when somebody does that,
My ignorance shows.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.
I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
And when somebody does that,
My ignorance shows.
I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.
I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up, leave and go.
I can be respectful,
Until I can't be...
To anybody unaware of what this means.
And I don't welcome bitter fits.
Or think of them as benefits...
When somebody gets me heated,
And my ignorance shows...
The moment someone gets too close to step on my toes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enemy Tracks (Quatern)
There are many tracks on the ground,
enemies could be anywhere,
the spoor does the tracker astound,
he looks carefully here and there.
To me the tracks look all the same,
there are many tracks on the ground,
I do not know from where they came,
how enemies are to be found.
To the tracker it is renowned,
the way that it is set, its line
there are many tracks on the ground,
to me looking almost as mine.
We drink water under a tree
find a booby trap tightly bound
that almost is disposing me,
there are many tracks on the ground.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?
song performed by by Devo
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Poses Taken to Take Them No Where
It's easy to sit back,
And say who needs direction.
But it seems as if those with the most lip,
Are the ones who are the least prepared to lead.
And those with ambition...
With their eyes on success to achieve,
Can not stop in their tracks seeking approval...
From those satisfied to sit together,
Getting fat nibbling on cheese.
And other assorted poses taken to take them no where!
These folks are not assertive.
Judgemental...
But not assertive!
It takes work to make things happen.
With sleepless nights a part of it!
If one knows what is wished to be accomplished...
The deed is in the doing.
Without manic tantrums in dramatic fits.
Or spoiled demands made by one,
Waiting for intructions to become assisted.
If one chooses to get things done...
It is best to take command,
And not make demands on those who question...
The qualifications of the one who created the plans.
Folks like this,
Meet and greet to promote stagnation.
Leave them in it,
And split!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Think It's Alright / Fiddle About
(Pete Townshend)
I used to know everything about you
But today when I tried to point you out to one of my friends
I picked the wrong girl again
Don't see you in the crowd anymore
I think it's you but I can't be sure
You're wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
I don't think you want me to see you ever again
And today I saw you dressed as a flower bed
Last week you had a wig on your head
Directing traffic in the street
And your shoes were too big for your feet
You were wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
[repeat first verse]
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
song performed by by Who
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Fish learning to walk
There was once a fish that was dear friends with a vole,
The means that they sought entertainment was quite droll,
They'd scare the sheepish and dare cats to go up trees,
But soon their escapades were unable to please,
They reasoned amusement was to be found elsewhere,
And agreed to leave in search of it as a pair,
The fish faced a journey that he felt was unfair,
Since it and the one made by land did not compare,
The fish tried walking just like those he'd seen do so,
Believing it was a skill he could in time know,
And kept hopeful in spite of what others would say,
He would set himself targets to achieve each day,
Until he had done all that he could to prepare,
He then chose some shoes that were suitable to wear,
And selected a location for the affair,
Finally he took his first step on land with care,
But soon he realised he was not yet ready,
Owing to his footing being far from steady,
Consequently he fell to the ground, flipped and rolled,
Thus proving right those who thought he'd acted too bold,
After what occurred land became his biggest fear,
Whether he should stick to his aim he was unclear,
His friend said land was something he should not go near,
But it was advice he did not wish to adhere,
So once he had done all that he could to prepare,
Had chosen some clothes that were suitable to wear,
And picked a time that seemed best for what he had planned,
Finally he took his second step onto land,
He'd been foolish to ignore what he had been told,
Because on land a fish cannot get a foothold.
To get back to the water he turned, flipped and rolled,
And once there vowed to never again be so bold.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Disguises
I used to know everything about you
But today when I tried to point you out to one of my friends
I picked the wrong girl again
Dont see you in the crowd anymore
I think its you but I cant be sure
Youre wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
I dont think you want me to see you ever again
And today I saw you dressed as a flower bed
Last week you had a wig on your head
Directing traffic in the street
And your shoes were too big for your feet
You were wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
[repeat first verse]
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
song performed by by Who
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And...
And...
This is tragic.
Although he claims to choose this existence.
Quick smiles he'll deliver with a slow burning charm.
Carries he does a deep sadness he feels,
With a nourishing need to harvest and farm!
Tragic in relationships.
Distrusting feeling
To entrust who he is with!
Pained with scars embedded not to show.
Hidden from his laughing lips,
The urgency he knows.
And even though his heart still seeks...
He feels no one there,
Who will appreciate him enough...
Enough to meet!
He has stopped looking
For suitable 'promises',
Made to his heart he once prayed to keep!
And...
This is tragic.
Although he claims to choose this existence.
Quick smiles he'll deliver with a slow burning charm.
Carries he does a deep sadness he feels,
With a nourishing need to harvest and farm!
Weeping alone and sowing misery.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duties Are Diverse
God selects to whom He speaks.
When a mission needs to be addressed.
And it may not be to anyone,
Who is frequently on their knees.
And those who are chosen,
Know who they are.
They know what they must do.
And they have no one to prove it to!
When God tells His angels who to contact...
It isn't by telephone,
Or other listening devices outsiders can 'tap'.
The duties are diverse!
And these deeds on Earth He monitors.
Leaving those who believe,
They are in control to have others plead!
They seem to be left in amazement,
As to just how the power of God works!
To have those with current deceptions uncovered.
And exposed and reprimanded...
By those who have been picked,
To be the ones they are powerless...
To fight against!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I A Hunter.
I a hunter of life,
I got shot by a hunter with my knife,
I a hunter of death,
A shot just broke my teeth
I a hunter of destiny,
Am afraid mine is taken,
I hunter of happiness,
am afraid mine is darkness
I a hunter of purity,
Putifying isn't my duty,
I a hunter of greatness,
I've just found am the smallest
I hunter of Love,
But am a sparrow not a dove,
and now I've got a message,
A message I, ve meant to receive
Hallow love Thank you,
my mind is holified that is you,
you have made my mind over due,
you made me think about you
SO THANK YOU
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Calculated Misdeeds
Calculated misdeeds
Come back to haunt,
Those flaunting ego wishes.
A shift in deceptions drift!
An upheavel comes to their lives.
And they are quite surprised...
How quick they fall and slip,
Into oblivion!
And there is no avoiding it...
When what had been,
Loosens from their grip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatchu Wanna Kno'?
Whatchu wanna kno'?
Ask me to my face.
That BS you get is second hand!
Off my tongue there is none.
Nonsense I quickly erase!
Spit it out!
What's on your plate?
Whatchu wanna kno'?
How I do what I do?
Who I do it with and screw?
Who does me like I do you!
You must be a fool,
If you think that gossip is true!
Take your ears away,
From that kind of news!
'Dem folks want whatchu got!
And they want all of mine too!
Don't let that 'smack' they rap attack.
Whatchu wanna kno'?
Let's get this crap removed from our sack!
It don't belong!
You've allowed it to creep much too long!
'Comehere'...
Whatchu wanna kno'?
Don't you 'ever' let us go...
Not that way! Not like that!
With a cold shoulder to turn me off,
To divide us broken...
Snapped in heat and ready to pack!
With a placement of deceptions laid...
To destroy with innuendo traps!
'Comehere'.
These whispers are for you.
Make sure you hear that clear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Disagreeable Man
If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am:
I'm a genuine philanthropist - all other kinds are sham.
Each little fault of temper and each social defect
In my erring fellow-creatures, I endeavour to correct.
To all their little weaknesses I open people's eyes,
And little plans to snub the self-sufficient I devise;
I love my fellow-creatures - I do all the good I can -
Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
And I can't think why!
To compliments inflated I've a withering reply,
And vanity I always do my best to mortify;
A charitable action I can skilfully dissect;
And interested motives I'm delighted to detect.
I know everybody's income and what everybody earns,
And I carefully compare it with the income-tax returns;
But to benefit humanity, however much I plan,
Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
And I can't think why!
I'm sure I'm no ascetic; I'm as pleasant as can be;
You'll always find me ready with a crushing repartee;
I've an irritating chuckle, I've a celebrated sneer,
I've an entertaining snigger, I've a fascinating leer;
To everybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
I can tell a woman's age in half a minute - and I do -
But although I try to make myself as pleasant as I can,
Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
And I can't think why!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Thank You For The Good Times
I heard a whisper on my radio
But I paid no mind
I just sat back and let it go
To catch the rain from a lonely waterfall
But I might beware
'Cos they could drown me like a doll
They got me running in and out of time
I feel like a Bona Fide
Keeper of the right and wrong
And I've known all along but let me just make it clear
Everybody's gone for a quick sure fire solution
But faith in any god is gonna bury us all
No-one's gonna fight in a ten-bob revolution
Have faith in what you got and it will carry us all
Carry us all
I slip my skin as the prophets reappear
But I paid no mind
I'm just trying to persevere
With the sins I have to shake from me within
Though I might beware
'Cos they're just trying to wear me thin
They got me running in and out of time
I feel like a Bona Fide
Keeper of the right and wrong
And I've known all along but let me just make it clear
Everybody's gone for a quick sure fire solution
But faith in any god is gonna bury us all
No-one's gonna fight in a ten-bob revolution
Have faith in what you got and it will carry us all
Carry us all
Everybody's gone for a quick sure fire solution
But faith in any god is gonna bury us all
No-one's gonna fight in a ten-bob revolution
Have faith in what you got and it will carry us all
Carry us all
Carry us all
song performed by by Oasis
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100 Holes Of Traps
I am walking as if in the air!
Because of traps set down before me;
And i have to watch every step that i take.
Life is not easy at times,
But it needs somebody with a strong heart and a dream to carry on!
Because kindness can be very deceitful and beauty can be vain at times.
100 holes of traps set down before me,
But my mind is still stronger than the woods! !
For i do have my faith and dreams to carry on;
And my steps are now being taken with care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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