Unintending To Be Perceived As Offensive
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And this I've done for many years in my routines.
With a doing done I do,
In a process that of my creation sees.
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And I do say, 'Thank you.'
Since I am grateful for the attention my gifts get.
Although I consider myself an 'elf' sometimes,
Just doing my part as God's work in progress.
With a doing at times God knows,
Can be a bit mischievous with a willingness unintending.
To be perceived as offensive when that deed I do gets done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acknowledged Appreciation
Whatever it is...
Give.
From you to someone else,
Whatever it is...
Give.
Do not wish of a receiving,
From someone else to you.
Express your thankfulness.
Do not sit in expectation.
Or anticipate,
An acknowledged appreciation,
Is delivered with gifts.
They come.
And when that is done...
Accept and forgive yourself,
For being impatient.
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Adventures Meant
I do my best to listen,
To the wind...
During the change of each season.
Each one I witness that begins.
I make attempts,
To express my appreciation.
With an acknowledgement that each day,
I am blessed to experience...
A life to live that captures adventures meant.
I am grateful to have insight,
That allows me to delight.
And not sit to spite,
Or compare my neighbor's gifts with wishes.
I do my best to cleanse,
When I feel the rain upon my skin.
With the hope that I am closer than ever,
To all that connects me...
To 'this' creation made that is neverending.
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Pointless Oppositions
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
When I began to do this I felt alone and strange.
Especially when people misunderstood my attempts,
To do what I desired and not seek attention to get.
Although it was part of the territory to be exposed.
I only knew of a love of it.
Ego had nothing to do what I chose!
And as years have gone by so happy am I,
To see others with 'gifts' express them in public.
I know how lonely and difficult it gets,
When others with no interests...
'Assume' they can pass judgement with senseless tests.
Hoping to discourage those born to do their best.
To only witness one determined to be who they are,
And achieve with a doing to reflect their best efforts.
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
And...
Putting to rest,
Those who protest with their pointless oppositions.
Only those who know,
Grow from those wounds to heal to show what's real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste
I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.
And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.
With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So I show appreciation for the little gifts that have been handed to me.
quote by Terrence Howard
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However...With a Thenceforth Attached!
Advice!
If you do something with an expectation...
That your premeditated action,
Should be reciprocated?
Your ego is working overtime.
Yes it is.
That is like bartering love,
And someone returning an unshined dime.
Leaving you to believe your deed was priceless.
There is no commitment to express,
Nothing but a 'thank you' if 'that' should be addressed.
When something is done by another that impresses...
Under 'normal' circumstances,
What is done that they do...
Is done because they do it!
Not to await reviews from critics.
To have their efforts screwed.
Or because they seek compliments sought.
To then seek for expressions of similarity,
To match those comments from someone brought.
All of this activity...
You must realize,
Has little to nothing to do with creativity!
This is the movement of one's ego,
Seeking to be pleased and compromised.
That's 'all' that is!
Many do not apply their craft,
To enter into contests for compliments.
They do what they do and it is done!
Few sit and sip champagne...
Admiring in awe their creations.
To then solicit sentiments.
Perhaps God does.
Since God can not be loved enough!
Advice!
If there is something you read, see or taste...
Or someone you like?
Like him or her.
Lick whatever comes that is offered.
And be done with it!
Marriage will not be proposed.
Don't expect for 'it' to like you back either.
Who satisfied who and what was it that satisfied?
Depends on the height of one's gratification.
'And please...
This is not 'Jeopardy'.
So your response does not have to be composed,
As a question! '
Not unless you have established some kind of contract?
And you are paying for fresh revelations.
Then by all means you have every right,
To call who you wish 'Alex'!
With an expectation,
That what you get coming back to you...
Be given gift wrapped if you like.
However...
With a thenceforth attached!
On the other hand...
The only control you've got,
Is to express your appreciation...
If your appreciation is there to express!
And 'drop' any anticipation for responses expected.
Why is this so repetitious?
Don't you get it...yet?
Folks have their own agendas.
Don't expect to become a priority to be penciled in!
Or see your name somewhere written in calligraphy...
Embossed upon an invitation.
Bring your ass down to Earth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Get What's Coming
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
You and I may have grown,
With similar capabilities.
But being conscious of doing anything to me
Seems to have affected your beliefs,
You can do to me and go unscathed.
There is not one inhabitant on or 'of' this Earth,
That does a misdeed to another
That will not 'one day' become victimized,
By what has been done!
You may have had your fun
Believing what you did to have done,
To lie and deceive like many 'choose' to perceive
They also can do,
And not be repaid for those efforts.
There is no hiding away to convince others,
You have no clue why someone else does
What they do to you,
And 'you' are innocently treated
As a culprit who has initiated an action,
That has been mistakened.
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
And folks like you who declare not to know,
Why others do to you what they do
Will eventually expose yourselves.
Physically, mentally
However Mother Nature chooses to do it to you.
You will get what's coming.
And at a price you can afford.
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
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Self-Mocking
Whenever I self mock
over a compliment I have been given
it is not to insult the person who gave it,
more to injure myself.
I can cope with most things
that are given to me except compliments.
Sound Strange?
When I was growing up many years ago,
I was belittled by family and friends alike.
They made me feel like a misfit,
so a misfit I became.
I endured insults about me
in every way shape and form.
Compliments were never given
and became a stranger to me.
Now that I am older,
I do not stand easy
when compliments are given
and I have to mock myself
and make a parody out of me.
I grew up feeling useless in everything I did.
They did not realise what they were doing
and hurting that they caused. I
t was not jokes they threw at me,
but hurting insults that made me feel insecure.
Now when compliments come
I cannot accept them readily.
I cannot accept that anyone
would want to compliment me,
so I self mock myself you see.
10 November 2008
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Risk Is in the Giving
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
With a showing of an ungratefulness,
The giver of the gift to give...
Often leaves with this believed.
People take advantage,
Of what comes...
As a deed to please.
With an inspection to put a value,
On that which is received.
The risk is in the giving,
Not the taking of a gift one gets.
Many times that which is given,
An appreciation returned...
Seldom comes with it.
And when one does hear from another,
A thankfulness expressed.
The one who is gifted expresses this,
With an acknowledgement...
It is 'not' the gift one gets,
But the thoughtfulness of the one who gives...
And that is the exchange one does not soon forget.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank You
I was young (bop)
And didnt have no where to run
I needed to (wake up) and see (and see)
Whats in front of me (na-na-op)
There had to be, a better way
To show Im grateful (hum)
So I thought up this song
To show my appreciation for lovin me so long
You dont know how much you mean to me
Chorus:
Cause even though when times got rough
You never turned away
You were right there
And I thank you (thank you)
When I felt I had enough
You never turned away
You were right there
And I thank you (thank you)
All through my life
I knew that youd be my world
Knowing every where I go
Things you taught me they would show
So many times and changes
Youve seen me through
I sure enough couldnt have survived without you
And so I thought up this song
To show my appreciation for lovin me so long
You dont know how much you mean to me
Chorus
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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In This Honoring to Their Spirits
With each blessed breath taken,
Empowered to motivate my steps.
I ensure my efforts reflect a gratefulness...
For these talents I express.
And proving I've done something with my life,
Besides hunger for material comforts.
To utilize for selfish means.
And leave nothing left behind...
But to feed an ego and a self centeredness,
I digest to unlimited extremes.
With each blessed breath taken,
Empowered to motivate my steps.
I want to show on my path,
A journey made with consciousness.
And a thankfulness to the Supreme Being...
For granting me such gifts,
With the hopes my ancestors are beaming proudly.
And what I have done,
Has brought them much joy and happiness!
As I delight in this honoring to their spirits.
Dedicated:
'In praises to my 'kin' that have moved on! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa!
From the shallow shopping days,
Of Christmas spent.
And gifts selected...
To induce an increased seduction.
With the onslaught of ornament productions.
May they take these memories...
And wish those feelings that excited them,
Remain.
Especially during times...
That find all who cherish these 'things'.
Keep within their hearts to discover...
The thankfulness and joy,
Others to them bring!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Kwanzaa!
And joyous times to those,
Who are grateful and know...
They are among the blessed!
However this tradition is done,
That brings those around the world...
To address their happiness!
And fun shared with everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Connect to The Abundance
These gifts we've been blessed with,
Are not ours to keep.
To receive in selfish hoarding.
We must deliver them,
To share.
They must be released,
In a thankfulness to give.
And in the doing...
We connect to the abundance,
Of the nothingness that enriches!
Evolving within the Universe that is.
And we then become part,
Of this Oneness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What More Could I Have...
What more could I have...
If I already have all of You?
I could never feel 'without',
Or express moments of doubt.
I would...
But I have figured out,
You have removed those excuses...
From me!
I am through denying in my heart,
What is true.
Through am I with receiving,
My own self abuse.
And every day I am aware...
My life is enriched,
Acknowledging You are there!
What more can I have?
If I already have all of You.
What more could I have...
If I already have all of You?
With this gladness you have given,
With a view to pursue 'that',
Without those traps of obstacles too?
You have bestowed me with gifts...
And so much happiness!
What more could I wish...
If I already have all of You?
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Thankfulness Is A Virtue
Thankfulness is a virtue,
That we shouldn't live without.
It fills us with immense happiness,
That is apparent from the inside, out.
When you recognize a blessing,
Thankfulness is the key,
To let someone know
That it meant something special,
To thee.
Thankfulness is a characteristic,
That no one should lack,
When someone gives,
Or does something
For someone else,
The thing to do,
Is to say,
'Thank You',
And to do a kind thing back.
Thankfulness isn't hard,
It Just takes a momentary while-
And one bright, heartfelt smile,
To brighten someone's day,
As they go along their way.
Thankfulness brings the most simple,
Yet most fullfilling reward,
To one, and all.
Thankfullness should be natural,
So there really is no reason,
Why we can't all be thankful,
On this Thanksgiving season.
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Sometimes I Feel So Happy
I've had enough of my self involvement.
Looking into mirrors and other objects,
To find my reflection 'radiating' to stun...
Anyone,
Making attempts to shade my 'light'
From their bare eyes.
I saw them squinting as I passed.
I've had enough of my self involvement.
And with happiness intact!
I've even considered giving part-time appearances.
You know...
Those that are disshoveled.
Looking lost and bewildered.
Frightened and dismayed.
Distressed and beatened down...
Because 'somebody-done-did-'em-wrong! '
The Stress Bearers...
Out in full force!
I do not want to show total self involvement.
With a complete appreciation for my life.
And a grateful thankfulness to 'The Almighty'
For allowing me to feel so good about myself!
Not today.
It's enough that I have to 'pretend' I am upset with 'something...
Just to get back to B from point A,
And back on a daily basis.
I do this...
So I don't stand out!
Completely alone.
I saw someone smiling the other day.
I couldn't believe it.
We rushed to get closer together...
Quicker than Whoopie Goldberg did,
When she say her sister coming towards her...
In the movie 'The Color Purple'!
And both of us decided to have a quick cup of coffee.
Just to get away from the onslaught of stress...
Dragging up and down the streets around us.
That's how threatened we felt...
That someone suspicious observing this,
Would have us arrested for fraud!
'Have you seen what is going on lately? '
~Seen it?
I am tired of masquerading that I am 'about it'.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
I know I'm gonna be locked up...
For expressing too much of it! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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