Unless I Volunteer To Give It
No time do I have,
Is for you to use.
Unless I volunteer to give it.
And
In my giving of it to you,
I hope you are in the mood
To do whatever it is that you do,
With a chosen volunteering.
Of your passionate and hypnotic wisdom,
I love
Whenever we both have time,
To enjoy the process of volunteering.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Going To Get The Credit For It
Volunteering one's time in some communities,
Has led to the experience or receiving indignities...
By some.
In areas where egos are high in number.
And years are clocked for doing the slightest thing.
Volunteering one's time in some communities,
Where neglect has been obviously done...
By those peacocking nonstop providing lip service.
Can be detrimental to one's generosity of spirit.
Volunteering one's time in these atmospheres,
Can pose a threat,
To those who are accustomed to complaining.
They will state their issues have been overlooked.
And what is it really wished personally by someone donating time.
Since they have had the time themselves
And nothing seems to have gotten done.
These comments are unbelievably 'consciously' stated.
'Perhaps those who volunteer can assist in correcting this? '
~And who is going to get the credit for it?
We want to know this! That's our main priority.
Why should they get the credit for something we can do? ~
'Uh...yeah. There is a problem.
Solving it may take more than what a volunteer can offer.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Volunteering+Reciprocation=(not) Obligation
If you are volunteering your services,
That is exactly what that means.
Your services are consciously volunteered.
IF you are volunteering with accompanied expectations...
You set yourself up for disappointment.
And those who do this are not empathized at all.
Very few are dedicated to reciprocation.
Since to do so is not an obligation.
And some folks select to enforce a connection,
Between these disconnections.
Volunteering+Reciprocation=(no t) Obligation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opening Scenerio
Someone takes a job volunteering,
To protect a segment of a neighborhood...
Where those living in it have allowed crime to nourish,
To ignore as if to encourage it.
The volunteer carries a gun.
Not only to protect himself.
But everyone living in this neighborhood infested,
To protect them from thugs and common thieves.
No one else wanted to volunteer to protect themselves,
FROM 'themselves'.
Someone decides they want to play 'thug' for the night.
Inviting confrontation.
That person gets shot.
And no one pours out from inside their bolted doors,
To rush to see what was going on.
Does it really matter who is or is not innocent?
When wild animals are running around rampant in a zoo?
And there is only ONE zookeeper 'volunteering'...
To protect those living in the safety of their locked cages,
While he...
The volunteer,
On personal time no one else seems to have the guts to find!
That is just the opening scenerio to this familiar saga.
It just happens to have gotten nationwide media coverage.
There is slime smeared all over the place...
Others rush to protect their kept delusions from public disgrace.
But...
Never to be examined are the facts from a broader view.
Or...
The originating of these dangers.
'Let us pray.
Help us to continue to stay blind for as long as possible,
To the facts of life. With a denial we desire to hold onto...
Everlasting. For many generations to come.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Save That Look For Someone Else
I want to make one thing perfectly clear!
'Okay.
And...
What is that? '
Oh no.
You are not going to try to trick me.
I know what you're up to.
You want me to provide clarity,
BEFORE your questions are asked.
Don't you?
'But,
I didn't ask you for clarity.
You volunteered.'
I see.
So now you want to take advantage of my honesty.
You think I'm stupid?
I am not volunteering anything,
Until I know what it is I am volunteering for.
And save that look for someone else.
No question?
No clarity.
And that's it!
'I am not going to suggest you have issues.'
Is that a question?
It didn't sound like one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Sensitive
Mere presence can be a disturbance.
Giving advice can be a nuisance.
Volunteering can be irksome.
Be sensitive to the situation.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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With Only The Ability To Waste
There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.
But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.
Today?
How things have changed.
Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.
But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.
'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I hope you enjoy your time away
I hope you enjoy your time away
Those awesome times,
Those lovely days
I hope you enjoy your time away
I hope you enjoy your time away
When you come back
I’ll probably have turned gay (with Shaun: S?)
I hope you enjoy your time away
I hope you enjoy your time away
With family and friends
What more can I say
I hope you enjoy your time away
poem by Gerald Fitzwilliam
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Honor And Courage
In Japan, they write on rice paper,
In America, we write on the sides of buildings.
In Japan they honor their elders,
In America, we rob them on buses,
And abuse them.
In Japan there is great love for their country.
In America, people are refusing to stand,
For the national anthem.
In Japan, men are volunteering to die,
Without a second thought,
To give up their lives,
To save their fellow citizens.
Oh yes, you'll say, the Japanese are great,
At dying, at suicide missions.
But is that the point?
Shouldn't the point be,
The Japanese love their homeland,
The Japanese love their own people,
The Japanese love their way of life,
The Japanese love their traditions,
Love, honor, respect, courage,
Nobody writes on Japanese walls.
Offenders are quickly and severely dealt with.
Wouldn't you volunteer also?
Maybe not.
Honor, and courage,
Seem to be,
In short supply,
Stateside.
3/26/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Hypnotic
Baby come over here
And taste me
Won't you feel my lips
And take me deeper into your arms
Mesmerising
Way you got my Venus rising
Visualising your skin melting into mine
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Time is locked into the pulse inside us
In a place they'll never us
Naked, sacred and pure
Hearts racing (racing)
Rhythm so intoxicating (cating)
Letting go and we're free falling
Going, going, gone
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Hypnotic, so hypnotic
Open up, I'm coming in
Open up, I'm coming in
So hypnotic
Coming up on it
So hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Quarantined
No one lives to attribute,
Something they do found in the public's eye...
Without experiencing being despised,
By 'somebody' who has an issue with it.
Even one volunteering their time in some places,
Gives people a reason to conduct a federal investigation!
Exaggeration?
Wake up!
And...
Having an ability to think with a diction that is understood?
And have a conversation involving common sense?
That's enough to have somebody quarantined today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did Anyone Know The Messenger?
What in the world,
Are they doing over there?
'Well...
It's a complicated story.
You see..
The culprit giving mouth to mouth,
Resuscitation to the messenger...
Knocked him out,
Because of a message read.
And...
Before he even began to read,
The people determined...
They didn't particularly care for his attitude.'
What did his attitude have to do,
With a message delivery?
'That's the point the messenger,
Attempted to make.
Then that guy called the messenger,
A bunch of names.
Then knocked him out.'
What was the message?
'Well..
I had to read it,
Because the others refused to get involved.'
What did the message say?
'It said...
Keep your faith, stay strong.
Love one another.
Seek and attempt peace.
And please forgive the messenger,
Delivering this message.
He has been volunteering his time,
Without any pay at all.'
Did anyone know the messenger?
'They all did!
That's what's complicated.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Trying To Understand The Use Of Words
we say the words
and ought to say them
because a certain
reality exists
either
it is bugging us or
it is making us experience
the flights of our
spirits
in blissful journeys
to an edgeless
universe
most of the time
when we are at peace
we say nothing
as though the new solitude
that we have found
is a woman
silent
because there is no way
that a word can enter
her mouth
now so full
of happiness
her thoughts filling
her mind
with so much joy
that she has turned herself
in an open world
now
volunteering as
nothing but
a mere
spectator.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those who have served through the ages have drawn inspiration from the book of Isaiah, when the Lord says: "Who shall I send, who shall go for us?" American military has been answering for a long time: "Here I am, Lord send me. Here I am, send me." Each one of these women and men of our armed forces are the heirs of that tradition of sacrifice of volunteering to go in harm's way — to risk everything — not for glory, not for profit but to defend what we love and the people we love. And I ask that you join me now, in a moment of silence, for all those, in uniform and out; beautiful military and civilians who have given the last full measure of devotion.
quote by Joe Biden
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Victims Of Suspicion
Many will not budge,
Unless a guaranteed dollar can be made.
This affords them pulchritude credits.
To earn and socialize at the same time.
It is rare to find anyone,
Donating sincerety AND their time.
There are many who do volunteer their efforts.
And become satisfied in the sacrificing of themselves.
Others could not think of this...
Unless a need for attention came with it.
And those who do give of themselves and talents,
Readily become victims of suspicion.
There 'has' to be SOMETHING connected to their giving.
Since why would one do it...
If it is obvious they are giving away what they themselves need?
'Medic? Medic?
There is another 'sicko' over here! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope, hope?
Hope?
Never
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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First Time And Lvst Time
half bottle of red wine
half sense of my body
lighting cigar is lighting my body
reminding me of that ice-wine
you told me it was your first time
drank such a sweet wine
you liked that passion after drunk
i believe so as i believe in you
you told me you had such lots first time
with me
even your first time
i believed, now i wonder
first time is not so important
i had told you
being honest to each other is the most
i had told you so
now you are enjoying your first time
with someone else
i do hope
he will believe you forever
someone said
even there is a lie
in the word believe
i shocked for his wisdom
f^ck'n that first time
i do hope you have two v
as you have in your name
maybe more v
but why you call it first time
why not call it your lvst time
enjoy your first time
enjoy your lvst time
cause you are not so young to own
such lots of first time
The Difference
I can have wisdom AND knowledge,
With proof to show I do.
And be willing to volunteer my time away,
To those disrespecting I had valuable information,
That could benefit their lives.
And not ask from them a single dime.
I could be that person with no knowledge at all.
Had no wisdom to speak of and no time to volunteer.
But...
If I had made a name for myself,
And made 'claims' of my abilities.
With my name bright up in lights for all to see them flash,
People would flock to pay to see me.
And the doing of that may not be beneficial to them,
A bit.
But just to say they witnessed it.
The difference?
Someone who makes claims,
And has established a name...
With no wisdom to share proving knowledge is there,
Would be more respected to those not receiving benefit,
Than the one having what they need.
Why?
People have become more impressed,
By those addressing pretentions.
Than they are receiving opportunities,
Handed to them for free to meet their needs...
By those who do not impress them with image.
And those with image they seek to pay huge sums,
To get nothing for them done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To know that once you decide to look at life outside of the narrow limits of just your world and start to understand that you can make a difference in very simple ways - in volunteering and all the way up to bigger world problems.
quote by Susan Sarandon
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Till The End Of Time
(giorgio moroder/ tom whitlock)
Producer for bonnie: giorgio moroder
I remember times like this
Memories you can't dismiss of paradise
Looking for a way to start our love again
Every night and every day
We can find a better way to live all our lives
We can be as one again
Finally find a way to say that we know the truth
'til the end of time we love
Reaching for the higher ground
'til the end of time we live
Giving all we have to give
Children of another time
We lay it all upon the line
To say i love you
Every night and every day
We can find a better way to say
I love you
'til the end of time we love
Reaching for the higher ground
'til the end of time we live
Giving all we got to give
Giving all we got to give
Giving all we got to give
'til the end of time we love
Every night and every day
Reaching for the higher ground
Reaching for the higher ground
'til the end of time we live
Giving all we got to give
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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A Kit For Survival
there is a time in
your life
you feel
when no one believes
you
anymore
and so
you must volunteer now
to believe in yourself
because if no one
can
you must
because there is
no other
more knowing and
understanding
more loving
and passionate
than
yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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