When It Was Easy to Luxurize In High Rises
It would seem,
From a bird's eye point of view...
Those forced into social dysfunctions,
Are at a disadvantage.
Being intentionally deprived and depraved,
From a kind of lifestyle...
Those who supress,
Had enjoyed for themselves.
When it was easy to luxurize in high rises.
Some still manage to cling on!
But from their condos,
High above the ground...
Overdue utilities unpaid,
Does not keep the electicity or elevators...
Convenient.
Not for those stung by economic realities.
Nor is the air as fresh.
Or leftovers worthy to taste.
If nothing can be saved to keep refrigerated!
And the job of the doorman?
Pretend everyone living within the building,
Has clout and status!
In uniform and exchange of pleasantries done,
The doorman will get paid, go home and eat.
Guaranteed every light that is needed,
With all bills paid...
Will come on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doormen Chronicles
Show me someone living high on the 'hog'...
And I'll show you someone finding it very difficult,
Trying to hide their sufferings of mental malnutrition.
And other wasteful diets they are attempting to maintain!
When they say 'shrink'...
It isn't weight they are losing.
Fees to keep those like them believing
They can walk on water...
Aren't about to dry up any time soon!
They are the first to pawn any and eveything they can.
The 'snoots and snots' padlocked in these boxes.
Very few tag sales are conducted in condo high rises!
Those dwellers are doing their best to make deals
With the doorman these days.
And even they are getting pissed.
No one gives them huge tips as before!
They stand now with their arms folded.
They know who 'had'...
And who now 'has not'!
These doormen chronicles will not easily be forgotten.
Too many tears have come to dropp on spit shined shoes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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George Orwell's Building - a family dwelling on my street
The Doorman 'tis the guardian of the building-
As the traffic enters in near herds-
Raising a smile is so much easier-
Than waxing poetic 'neath an umbrella of words;
The entrance-it has no exit...
As is oft' such in this overwhelming game of life-
And the Aspens that line the street outside the building-
Wind-wave their own branches of strife;
Never mind the facts about the rains of discontent...
Or that the storm clouds cover up the full moon-
Lunacy and anger all have their own place to reside-
Their rent paid in full at: 'Highnoon';
The building itself is wrapped in cables and pipe-
And is taken care of by a dubious '1984' Crew-
'Big Brother' has taken up housing and all monitering...
Long before the dawn of the new day breaks through;
You have been vetted.
Dedicated to: A.W.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Extraordinary
There is nothing in my life,
Found extraordinary.
There's not a creditor I have,
That doesn't want to get paid.
I'm not saved from a rent I pay.
Utilities are there and just wont go away.
Nothing in my life I find extraordinary.
I do what I do to get things done.
I'm accountable for what I do and don't try to run.
There is nothing in my life,
Found extraordinary.
I do what I say and that's what it is.
No multiple choice I give as a quiz.
There is nothing in my life,
Found extraordinary.
There's not a creditor I have,
That doesn't want to get paid.
I'm not saved from a rent I pay.
Utilities are there and just wont go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Paid To Be Consultants
Although it is said,
Those living their lives...
In deprived neighborhoods,
Have no clue...
As to how to correct their own dilemmas.
Others from the outside,
Of their own comfort zones...
Are solicited and hired with good wages paid,
To ask those most affected by obvious negligence...
Who are not paid to be consultants,
As to what is it they believe is most needed.
Many wish to see only their hands,
Picking from the cookie jar.
And others enjoy the idea...
Of scrambling amongst themselves for crumbs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yesterday I put on my Confederate uniform for the first time and looked like a fairy doorman at the Beverly Wiltshire - a fine thing at my age.
quote by Leslie Howard
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102
First one paid nine
then, two paid eight
then three paid seven
then, four paid six
then five paid five
then six paid four
then seven paid three
then eight paid two
and finally, nine paid one,
wee, wee, wee, wee, wee
all the way home.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Love Thee Thou-est The Enjoyment Of The Basics
I am not surprised at all to hear,
That those who tricked, deceived and lied
Now cry a dropping of false crocodile tears.
I don't pretend I care for them.
Those who faked a loyalty,
To see who they could leave behind.
As the dust kicked up with a blowing of wind.
I am not surprised,
From a rise these people begin to fall.
Nor do I hold inside their slide to the ground,
Pleases me.
It doesn't.
I've learned too many lessons,
About the ups and downs.
And the goings and the comings around of things.
I send no evil to hear it speaking back to me.
However...
I am feeling relieved and blessed I do not owe,
For pretentions that keep me indebted.
To an extravagant lifestyle credited,
As I cry my eyes out in a home that has a ballooning mortgage.
With a paying out of funds and overdue fees,
On property that has been devalued.
To make fleas a priceless commodity.
And on top of that.
The taxes paid to live like that are much too high.
To leave me weeping for the rest of my life?
You see these beans and this can opener?
And the smile I have on my face is not faked.
Lesson 101.
Love Thee Thou-est The Enjoyment Of The Basics
And you asked me if their slide to the ground pleases me?
Are you kidding?
No traps like that have I ever envied at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Level of Thanks
Where does your level of thanks start?
When you needed a place to live and had nowhere else
He moved out of his home, gave you a place to live
What did you do but treat it like shit
When you couldn't pay a full months rent
He paid it anyway
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When he never asked you to pay
For the utilities you used
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When you got a flat tire
He bought you 4 new tires instead?
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
You called him when you wound up in jail
He paid your bail, and he never said a thing about it
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When you plates were expired
Who paid for them?
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When you could no longer pay your car insurance
He told you he could help you
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When he co-signed for you on a car
That later he put him into collections
He switched cars with you so you had no bill
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
Now when he can't any longer, jobless and drained
You riddle him with guilt and words that cut and mame
Why can't you see past your own troubles and blame
That it's time to man up and use your brain
Why be cruel to this man, he would give you the world if he could?
Your self centerness is so cruel
Or can you not even see or comprehend?
Whoa is me.... me me me
poem by Pookey's Poems
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High Horse
Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
And get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow
Moonlit shadow, she starts a trippin' firelight
Jumpin' the trees lyin' across the right of way
Silvery mornin' it glistens down the valley
But she don't stop 'til we ride the night away
Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow
Blonde braids tangle at the misty break of mornin'
Catchin' light through a dusty window pane
Lost in lust, in denial of the warnin'
She digs her heels in this stallion's flank again
Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow
Get up on your high horse, woman
You paid the price, you get to play
Get up on your high horse, woman
You're gonna ride to the break of day
To the break of day
To the break of day
To the break of day
Get up on your high horse, woman
Get up on your high horse now
Get up on your high horse, woman
I'll make it up to you somehow
Get up on your high horse, woman
You paid the price, you get to play
Get up on your high horse, woman
You're gonna ride to the break of day
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Knowing This Admission
I alone had to face my dysfunctions.
And to see them for what they were.
I was not going to live all of my life...
Pretending my experiences,
Did not rip my heart apart or hurt.
I began to express my emotions,
With a knowing of this admission...
Came from an inner strength,
And not a submission to weakness.
I would condense to convince,
Myself.
I could not hold my head up high,
If I kept my sorrows gone denied.
I alone had to face my dysfunctions.
And to see them for what they were.
I was not going to live all of my life...
Pretending my experiences,
Did not rip my heart apart or hurt.
I have healed from several illnesses,
None of which I needed to embrace.
I forced myself to analyze by looking inside...
To replace a charade,
That grew tired of masquerade.
I alone had to face my dysfunctions...
With a forgiveness I wanted to admit.
I did not want to live my life,
Condoning unhappiness.
I could not hold my head up high,
If I kept my sorrows gone denied.
And this,
After getting over it...
Has allowed me to increase,
My identity with a peace released!
And not an approval have I sought to seek,
From anyone who has yet to do what I have done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lighter birds can Soar high, Heavier can only Run on Legs!
Life itself is that eternal bird,
building the nest of clay,
When safety becomes its priority,
Closes windows and doors,
Only to feel itself in darkness,
depriving itself of fresh air!
Smaller and narrow will be its nest,
Where in, It can sing in darkness,
The song of its pain heard by no one!
Learning leads to plan its home,
With wider doors and windows,
Open to light and fresh air,
Its happy song liked by all,
Little heart full of love,
Wider than world as world feels,
Still the bird want more light,
Leaving the nest,
flying long and wide,
Wide will be its vission,
Wide will be space its eyes can see,
Great view of world makes it happy,
Only happy bird can sing melody,
The eternal tune of wisdom,
evergreen song that every life wants to sing!
Deep into space it can see,
Vision beyond galaxies,
nay, vission beyond narrow boundaries of human heart,
The bird's eye surely full of visions,
Free of views and thoughts,
heart has only one religion,
'soar as high as possible,
Less weight of sorrows,
less light of opinions,
Higher it can soar, ,
With lighter and efficient heart,
lighter, yet efficient
Heart,
Embedded in Lighter skeleton,
Less weight of head,
Strong heart make the flight easy,
Heavier the skeleton,
Inefficient heart,
Can only make the bird flightless,
It can only run on legs away from truth,
Never can fly, how can it soar high?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Since You Went Away
You said you couldnt tell the doormat from my face
You said if I had brains I would pawn them
Could be Ive finally gotten up off of my thumbs
Could be that youre the one that was on them
Cause the plants have grown
The dog came home
The bills are all getting paid
Things are much better since you went away
And Ive changed my looks
I read new books
Ive got friends that mean what they say
Things are much better since you went away
You said without your help I couldnt tie my shoes
You said without a doubt Id be stranded
Could be that you were right and you had to fly the coop
Could be the eagle finally has landed
Cause the plants have grown
The dog came home
The bills are all getting paid
Things are much better since you went away
And Ive changed my looks
I read new books
Ive got friends that mean what they say
Things are much better since you went away
When I was younger I was told without another
Id be incomplete and deflated
My chosen one has chosen to befriend another
And to my surprise -
Im elated!
Cause the plants have grown
The dog came home
The bills are all getting paid
Things are much better since you went away
And Ive changed my looks
I read new books
Ive got friends that mean what they say
Things are much better since you went away
[repeat]
song performed by by Monkees
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Prerequisite Lessons
repackaged eagerly sought out still
similar determined tutor stereotypes now
revamped eagerly ad lip answering
a higher more prestigious new calling
high-status impressive undergrads
esteemed exalted young minds
keen eager minds grade willing
seek out privileged private lessons
to learn scan forth search tutor out
price paid is bartered ephemeral time paid
traditional lessons prerequisite lessons
examinations chit bargaining entry point
poem by Terence George Craddock
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For no continuity of social act is possible without a corresponding social status and the many different kinds of act required in an industrial state, with its high degree of specialization, make for corresponding classification of status.
quote by Kenneth Burke
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Enraptured
Tease those with the least...
That a college degree is needed.
Feed them greed to tax!
Sit back and watch them display dysfunctions.
And keep them addicted to that.
Make that part of a lifestyle to achieve.
With the spreading of misfit behavior...
And solicit to award as if the worst of it,
Are indeed opportunities!
Bombard everyone with a variety that is not needed.
And manufacture this with hype that is marketed...
With a sugarcoating to leave those who gloat,
In ecstasy!
Enraptured are they in states of mind.
These folks could be easily sold degradation,
Anywhere and at anytime!
It's quite elementary.
A successful feeding of eventual defeat.
And without the gloss of irradicable attachments.
You know the kind that is quickly dismissed...
As posing havoc against the status quo!
Although provides a slower,
More acceptable affect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy
Know it sounds funny
But I just cant stand the pain
Girl Im leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know Ive done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
Ive paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
Im not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Because Im easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because Im easy
Easy like sunday morning
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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The depraved
The chaste, the depraved and the whore:
The chaste one suffers from the sacrifices
Of pleasure and hence demand respect.
The depraved one indulges in secret
And yet retain the social status.
The whores suffer scorns and contempt
And take vengeance on women.
Pity the whore, admire the chaste
And ignore the depraved.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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They Weren't Comprehending Then
Never have I stood in someone's face,
To place what I thought...
Would be a valued judgement.
Or criticized their chosen lifestyle,
When invited as a guest to enter their home.
Nor have I told anyone what they 'should' do.
Or how it should be done.
I wanted to!
With a wish they would overcome,
To see life from a different point of view.
But I kept my mouth shut and respected.
Unfortunately,
I was not treated with such 'maturity'.
I had been wounded with salt poured.
I've gotten over myself and those days.
However...
I am amazed by those who say to me now,
They wished they would have paid more attention.
And I wonder to myself...
To 'what'?
They weren't comprehending THEN,
To anything that was mentioned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Parenting, as an unpaid occupation outside the world of public power, entails lower status, less power, and less control of resources than paid work.
quote by Nancy Chodorow
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Your Late
you live in lies
fabrications
delusion
denial
childlike fantasies
i live in truth sense
not in negative denials
you say
the way i
treat you sucks
yet it is you
always hours late
for every rendezvous
even in your late time
your late
i paid for your food
your drinks
your friends
i paid for your clothes
your i-pod
your cell phones
your lap top
your cell phones
limited edition model
ego demanded
i paid for hotels
for holidays
for your taxis
for your shopping
i paid your bank account
your credit card bills
your needed operations
you always complain
your always negative
your always late
actually your right
one of us has an attitude
an attitude that sucks
poem by Terence George Craddock
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