Upgraded to Bigotry
What are you ready to express,
With such a willingness to project?
Whatever it is...
Consider this,
Perhaps it comes too late
To spark my enthusiasm.
Did you believe my sensibilities
Would park and wait,
Until you determined a date to awaken?
'With' self awareness?
And thoughts to suggest,
To anyone paying attention to your confession...
That you have been slightly more,
Than blindly resting between loud snores heard!
You and that image is so absurd!
I am sure you can locate some kids,
Fibbing in a schoolyard during recess...
At some elementary school to show and tell
And share your profound sense of self and discovery!
But keep in mind...
Those 'children' are not plugged into innocence,
As you might find your mind now released from shackles!
Today's 'youth' are not on the pursuit to locate anyone,
To keep them abreast of your insights!
Teaching concepts of role models,
Is as ancient as a slave owner
Looking for a buck to steed more nippled calves!
Well...
In some parts of the country,
Where backward thinking has been outdated...
And upgraded to bigotry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All' That's On Their Perverted Minds
Sports.
Entertainment.
And a preoccupation with sex.
'Today?
That's how the kids are,
When graduating from high school...
And moving on to college.
That is 'all' that's on their perverted minds! '
High school?
This is a recent report on preschool children!
And why certified teachers are leaving,
To find better use of their teaching skills...
In other industries.
And...
Most of them have been saying,
How satisfied they have become...
In locating teaching positions 'and' mates,
At the various halfway houses across the country.
They have discovered that ex-convicts,
Are very receptive and studious.
Thus providing them an attention,
That appeals to their romantic inclinations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Birth To More Of Your Denials
Someone has been filling your head,
With cotton candy.
And your mind has been nibbling on it,
As your thoughts leave from you,
To take breaks for recess.
With a seeking to censor...
Yourself,
From the reality of truth.
If you have not yet digested,
What is as it exists...
Without colorizing it,
Free of your idealistic insistence,
Persisted.
Your disgust of hearing children cursing...
Is going to be further traumatized,
When you realize their 'sweet' innocence...
Being issued condoms they do not use,
In elementary schools.
With a having of unprotected sex and giving birth,
To more of your denials.
And guess what?
Many of them are not inner city heathens!
Where you would like to project,
Your soul saving missionary visions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backpackers Seen Unloading
Backpackers seen unloading their weights,
Carried and dripping from a stressful sweat...
Arrive to strip themselves,
Of the excessive baggage.
With messages prepared.
And excitedly address.
And express they do,
A relief to those awaiting to assist.
With a surprise to all of them...
Not a word is mentioned,
Regarding detours taken...
That complicated each turn and twist,
A listening done earlier...
With a determination to comprehend,
Would have easily prevented...
Any danger they confronted and faced them.
And all who did arrive safely,
Are eager to share their seperate experiences.
With a teaching and a willingness,
To others who are patient.
Those who already...
Have gone through their own process,
Of not paying attention when a paying of it was best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Not Going to Play With Me Today
You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.
Playing peek-a-boo and hide and seek...
Chase-me-until-you-find-me games,
Were fine when I was a 'kid' in my 40's!
But one of us has grayed and moved on...
To seek a more muture outlook that pleases.
Don't smile and grin.
You are not that far from the fringes of this explanation.
Well...
Maybe you are.
When some of us became adults...
You decided to take another destination.
And I'm not adding that to my frustrations.
Of which you have helped to manifest.
You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.
You are 'not' going to play with me today.
I have run out of scotch.
And my neighbors are not yet quite convinced...
My standing on the ledge of the building,
Is to get away from your voice.
They believe I have other wishes.
Even though I tell them I am fine...
You tell them I am having problems.
But you never tell them you are the main one!
They think I am the one who is 'nuts'!
However...
Five minutes with you,
Should end any clues I might drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Request To Use The Hubble
I wonder if it is possible,
That I could make a request...
To use the Hubble?
And have it not be considered,
An act of good natured vanity.
'The hubble?
What are you talking about?
What is a 'hubble'?
The telescope!
Hubble Telescope.
The one used by scientists,
To locate something in the universe...
Light years away!
'For what purpose?
IF that was possible? '
I've read something by a poet,
That was so far above my head...
My binoculars,
Can not detect the meaning.
That's how far out,
The message is.
It is in a place and time...
That will take millions of years,
To comprehend the sense of it!
And I have a need to locate,
The mind that has created this.
'For what purpose?
IF that was possible? '
'Something' COSMIC is attached,
To the mind of this poet.
And other poets have yet to know it.
And I suspect,
A digesting done comes from dimensions...
No one but that poet can detect.
And I'd like to give it a try.
'Are you pulling my leg? '
Now why would I want to do that?
Are you now implying I am a magician?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you locate good in yourself, approve of it with determination. When you locate evil in yourself, despise it as something detestable.
One Who Has Sacrificed With A Kept Pace
Something done persistently,
Eventually wears on the body and mind...
Of the one who has given time to find,
Without a resting to qualify this to be done...
Like some who give their recommendations,
Misunderstanding the drive it has taken...
To make sure things are set in place.
They would never understand,
One who has sacrificed with a kept pace.
Well...I do.
And it is not from that which I am doing today.
It is a much needed rest,
From that which has taken years in the making
To create.
Never before considered the connection between,
Aches and pains and the lack of rest.
Until my mind and body began to beg for some.
And getting as much as I can get to just rest,
To prioritize for myself is best.
And aging has made me more aware of this!
Without proper rest,
The body and mind begins to insist it be done.
And quick with a paying of attention.
Oh...
You don't need to shout so loud.
I hear you very clearly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Quiet Place
Spinning further, deeper
I know you're out to try me
I'm not in this to be a slave
Push the dir
Make me feel
Locate what swallows life
Night bird (you) built my world
...and then I close my eyes
Judge me now
used to be afraid to let is show
Bow down
I'm in a much better place now
Everything's in plac
So much brighter from today
A king in my own mind
Drown the monster
Make all bad dreams go away
Whatever it takes to keep your hands free
open scars
All the bridges fall to the ground
And you say you sacrificed
song performed by by In Flames
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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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Carbon Dating
Are we not in the first years of dating
Does a boy know how to handle
While his hands are yet fumbling
Didn't he promise to make her honest
And the next hour change his mind
This is the scientist's suicide
Carbon dating
i heard rumors of a set date
And while the rumor was yet being spread
It was proclaimed the truth
And this truth was spread all throughout
School
And by the evening another rumor was brewed
And the next day of school yeasterday's
Truth was a lie
You see how school and scientists lack
The knowledge of basic english
A new date is set
Thou the date is different from yesterday's
Today it is printed and pressed
Insomuch that children are pronounced dunce
If they do not subscribe the new date on a a test
The scientist is school's hero
Once it was God
Once children were caresed by the truth
But school has wanted a divorce
And now our children are handled by scientist boy's
Fumbling hands
And they ask
Why is our nation broken?
poem by Deci Hernandez
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Just One of Today's Thoughts
It's funny how we go through our life with all its hardships, tests, & disappointments. But we must realize that these things are just 'molding' tools. We're being molded by a Higher Power to become the people that He would have us to be.
WOMEN who are: positive, productive, & nurturing
independent, yet submissive
intelligent, yet willing to be educated
Women who are ROLE MODELS...
MOTHERS...
WIVES...
And God-Fearing Phenomenal WOMEN!
MEN who are: that protective provider
uplifting & positive
(and appreciative of women)
Men who are ROLE MODELS...
FATHERS...
HUSBANDS...
And God-Fearing Manly MEN!
And CHILDREN who are: individuals, yet adolescent
educated & respectful
(respected!)
Children who are ROLE MODELS...
PRODUCTIVE,
POSITIVE,
& PARTICULAR
God-Fearing Determined CHILDREN!
Thank You God! !
poem by April Mack
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A Warm Welcome to Teachers Today
Gone are the days of Guru-shishya!
Teachers of mettle are on the wane
Most things seem changed in today’s world
Ethics is on a downward trend
Students feel they can learn themselves
The Internet gives a false confidence
But none can be blamed for how things are
Virtues are declining fast!
Yet, teaching is a noble art!
Good teachers are a country’s wealth
Teachers must put their heart, mind, soul
Into teaching – their professional goal!
A teacher must be role-model
A teacher must be exemplary
A teacher must be knowledgeable
A teacher must be dedicated
Let’s change the world of teaching then
Let’s share with love, selflessly ken
Let’s make better all our children
Let’s make the student’s life, heaven!
Let noble thoughts fill teacher’s heart
Let perseverance rule the craft
Let craft become to all an art
Let love of teaching make head-start!
poem by John Celes
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Using Outdated Tactics
It is believed...
By those limited in mind.
That if one's presence is avoided,
An influence that one 'may' have over others...
Will also go ignored.
And this approach they believe is most effective.
However...
This is not the year 1999.
And for many 2012 has not arrived.
As they are found using outdated tactics,
Elementary school children use for practice.
And bored they have become with the redundancy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I was designing a web site for elementary school children, I might have a much higher percentage of older computers with outdated browsers since keeping up with browser and hardware technology has not traditionally been a strong point of most elementary schools.
quote by Mike Davidson
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A Granting Of An Escape
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.
And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Would Be Your Slave
Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave
Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else that is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave
I dont sit around and wait
I dont give a damn
I dont see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave
I dont sit and wait
I dont give a damn
I dont see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave
song performed by by David Bowie
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School Is Out
(anderson/barge/guida/royster)
(c) - (f) - (g)
(c) no more books and studies
And I can (f) stay out late with my buddies
(c) I can do the things that I wanna do
cause (g) all my cares are through
I can (c) root for the yankees from the bleachers
And dont (f) have to worry bout teachers
And (c) Im so glad that school is out
Well, (g) Im gonna sing and (c) shout!
Chorus:
(school is (g) out)
Everybodys gonna have some fun
(school is (c) out)
Everybodys gonna jump and run
(school is (g) out)
Come on, people, dont you be late
(school is (c) out)
I just got time to take my girl out on a date
(c) school is out at last
And (f) Im so glad I passed
(c) everybody come and go with me
Were gonna have a night with (g) daddy g
People, are you ready, people, are you ready
For the show time, show time thats in your town ?
People, are you ready, people, are you ready
For the show time, show time thats in your town ?
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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An Image Springs to Mind
An image springs to mind:
A child, with childish innocence
upon the shores of life, inclined
to play, without pretence
or mask. Or, if a mask there be,
it still retains a quality
allowing all with empathy to penetrate behind.
An image springs to mind:
So freely see the child dispense
the sifting sand, so unrefined,
with slight apparent sense.
It takes some perspicacity
to see each grain is memory -
dispersed or treasured as may be - quicksilverly defined.
An image springs to mind:
The shifting sands are implements
used differently by different blind
for good or ill intents immense.
Some knowledge is acquired for free,
transmitted some, instinctively,
the balance, finely tuned as we progress or slip behind.
An image springs to mind:
The grain in youth packed tight and dense
Age often loosens, cannot bind, -
how great the difference!
If we could meet mortality
with every thought recorded, we
could help those after us to see the answers we can’t find.
An image springs to mind:
These answers must, in self defence,
be hid from those who’d grind Mankind,
enslaving innocence.
Both Time and Knowledge thus should be
weaved secret in Life’s mystery
from here until eternity - or so it seems designed...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Joy Of Their Laughter
The children are playing football in the park off of the street
The joy in their laughter it does sound so sweet
'Tis true youth is such a marvellous thing
Like the flowers of the fields that bloom lovely in Spring.
The joy of their laughter bring back memories to me
Of happy boyhood days of any cares free
In the Town park on Summer evenings we kicked the football
Such wonderful memories are good to recall
The years went so quickly and time did not wait
And I've grown grayer and slower and I'm putting on weight
The future belongs to the youth of today
Though they too will grow to learn that time quickly ticks away.
Some of those I went to school with now with the dead lay
And some are grand parents and their grand children play
The games they themselves played they run up and down
In pursuit of the football in the park by the Town.
As I walk to the bottle shop for to buy beer
The laughter of the children playing football I hear
Their best days approaching and mine in the past
But time keeps on ticking and nothing does last.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Whats On Your Mind
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the john denver album. it has also been released on the country classics, reflections and the country roads collection albums.
You know sometimes I cant get to sleep at night
I cant quiet my heart or my mind
I toss and turn, I ache and burn
I get caught in the passing of time
Its like too many miles, too many heartaches
Too much that needs to be done
Yes and too many sidewalks, too many people
Too many hours done
Whats on your mind
Whats on my mind
Is really quite the same
Ive been working so hard
And Im ready to play
I know just the right game
Whats on your mind
Is whats on my mind
Thats the way its gonna be
Im gonna find me a place I can hide
I want you right next to me
On Ive never seen a more beautiful day
Its my favorite time of year
The colors are changing, shes rearranging
And Im so glad to be here
Ive been up and around, Ive been lost, Ive been found
Ive seen love face to face in my dreams
And the things that I know and the things that I show
Are not always just what they seem
Whats on your mind
Is whats on my mind
Its just that way
Its like catching a ride
On a beautiful river
Let it carry us all away
Whats on your mind
And whats on my mind
Is really nothing new
I want to get you alone
I want to make you my own
Baby, I want to make love with you
Whats on your mind
And whats on my mind
Is really quite the same
Ive been working so hard
And Im ready to play
Baby, I know just the right game
Whats on your mind
And whats on my mind
Is really nothing new
I want to get you alone
I want to make you my own
Baby, I want to make love with you
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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