When They Choose To Do This
When one opens one's mouth to lie,
They show a disrespect.
And when they choose to do this...
Feelings for them grow less.
When someone consciously,
Disrespects their own steps...
What is left,
But to leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shallow Upfront and Hollow Underneath
The first time I became aware,
A declared friend couldn't say or spell...
My name correctly.
Or had not paid a visit to my home at all...
In none of the years I believed a friendship was endeared.
I realized those were not friends.
Perhaps acquaintances of shared conveniences.
The first time I recognized an ex-wife showed disrespect...
Well...
Why should I continue?
I guess I've said it all,
When I did say 'ex'.
This is the point I make...
That at first made me upset.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To comprehend those feelings exchanged.
And from the beginning who pretends.
And 'who' deserves the reactions they get.
Folks have their own agendas.
And eventually this is exposed.
There is no need to show anger towards another...
If out of ignorance,
That is what they choose and chose.
Or chose to choose to do.
See it for what it is.
There is no need to wallow away in tears!
And those who are surfaced with secrets they keep,
Why be bother with those who are deceiving and weak?
Especially those who show themselves...
They can be shallow upfront and hollow underneath!
If you know you are genuine,
Leave these folks be! Leave them alone.
Don't you be the one left to rage and seethe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds Done They Do To Leave
Don't you believe people make mistakes?
And should be forgiven for those they make?
'Sure.
I've made quite a few myself.
And not one did I make,
Was an intention to undermine someone else,
Consciously.
Nor did I,
With a premeditation done...
Inflict sorrow on anyone.
Those are not 'mistakes'.
That is a remorse received for a thing done,
Now bringing feelings of guilt and grief.
Feelings of guilt that brings one grief,
Is a payback.
And those are divinely distributed.
Mistakes can be corrected.
Heartaches and 'breaks'...
Are way beyond my jurisdiction to mend.
They require much prayer and faith.
And that is what I have relied on to keep my head up,
To protect from those of destructive forces.
So those who choose to say,
They should be forgiven for making mistakes.
And expect a forgiveness done...
Are 'consciously' approving their own devious activities.
That is the way I see deeds done they do to leave.
With expectations to continue their deceptions.
After an appropriate forgiveness has been delivered.'
Those are not mistakes.
And there is quite a difference.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Left To Do To Be Done
No one voices their opinion,
Until an escalation of an ending begins.
And they make a collective noise then,
As if what is said should make sense and is heard.
Yet,
Disorderly conduct is all that is observed.
And those who came to warn them of misgivings...
Leave this scene without a mumbling word.
There is nothing left to say.
Nothing left to do to be done...
In a way that stayed obeyed!
So they lower their heads and pray.
Choosing to take their peace of mind,
And walk away while there is still time.
Some folks use their trivialities...
As if these are what is wished to find,
As a gold mine.
A self reflection had not visited their minds.
And that is the discovery of this sadness,
Had and has reached its full!
They choose to leave behind.
A higher consciousness to those promised...
Has been witnessed from them to be dismissed.
And ruined 'gifts' are left to sit,
And shared in disrespect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Have Done This To Themselves
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.
People have done this to themselves.
Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impressions Made
If you can not be 'on' time,
Be earlier or don't show.
Having a reputation,
Of consistently being late...
Is an expression of disrespect,
That is not acceptable.
And...
Those thoughtless Impressions made,
Can stay embedded and irreplaceable.
Especially those repeated...
That step on respectful toes.
And no one should consciously wish,
To be in this position.
Or make efforts to wear a title,
That bears the word 'Careless'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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3 Inch Horses, Two Faced Monsters
It's the big show tongue tip tied to the roof of my mouth bad naughty little
angels come rushin' out.
I don't know but I been told you never die and you never grow old.
well.
It's the big show it's big show
Looked like we were photographed at gun point so I had to laugh.
Ha ha.
You said "I hope you live forever." Don't you wish that on me.
You said "don't be clever."
I don't know but I been told you never die and you never grow old.
It's the big show. It's the big show!
Three inch horses watching them drown (in the tar pits).
We're kneeling down.
They see us talking out both sides of our mouths.
Two faced monsters. aaawh.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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So Far Away
If you leave where will you go?
Before the regret you hold in your heart will start to show...
If you leave how will you know?
If our ever after ever had a chance to grow!
do you dream or do you sleep?
Do you pick and choose amongst the jewels for one to keep?
do you wish upon a star?
Or does everything just out of reach seem just too far away?
NOTHING SEEMS TO CHANGE!
LET ALONE YOU WON'T FORGET MY NAME!
JUST DON'T LOOOOOOOOOSE WHAT YOU KNOW!
JUST DON'T LOOOOOOOOOSE WHAT YOU KNOW!
WHEN YOUR SO FAR AWAY...
...So deep you say.
But no matter where you go it all ends up the same!
do you wish upon a star?
Or does everything just out of reach seem just too far away?
NOTHING SEEMS TO CHANGE!
LET ALONE YOU WON'T FORGET MY NAME!
JUST DON'T LOOOOOOOOOSE WHAT YOU KNOW!
JUST DON'T LOOOOOOOOOSE WHAT YOU KNOW!
WHEN YOUR SO FAR AWAY...
What you lose is what you know!
Where you go is where you grow!
How near we've come has yet to show!
We've come so close yet so far away...
So far away...
What did I do to you?
What did I do to you?
What did I do to you?
What did I do to you?
NOTHING SEEMS TO CHANGE!
LET ALONE YOU WON'T FORGET MY NAME!
JUST DON'T LOOOOOOOOOSE WHAT YOU KNOW!
JUST DON'T LOOOOOOOOOSE WHAT YOU KNOW!
WHEN YOUR SO FAR AWAY...
What did I do to you?
So far away...
What did I do to you?
So far away...
What did I do to you?
So far away...
What did I do to you?
song performed by by Nine Days from Madding Crowd
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Distant From A Discipline Given
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
With expectations limited to a failure praised...
And parental guidance,
Are never questions amongst themselves raised.
Well,
Simply put...
Many of our children today,
No longer fantasize about having strict parents.
Or...
Think of it,
As a human betrayal...
Omitted from their existence.
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
And 'we',
Seem so afraid...
To be their example of mature adult men,
And no nonsense taking women!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Five Children I
Five Children I
Once helped conceive,
I watched them grow
I watched them leave,
And each one left
A wound in me,
And some left two
And some left three.
And now when I
Cry out in pain
There’s not one left
To call my name,
There’s not one left
To grieve for me
Though I wept through
Each history.
But when they grow
They may conceive,
May learn to know
What wounds we leave,
And think back on
Some long despite
When I lay staring
Late at night.
2 October 1981
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Disconnections
No one will treat me anyway that they wish...
With beliefs I have become addicted,
To their nonsense overblown with foolishness shown.
And get away with it to petty my feelings of a relationship.
No!
I did not grow to flow in those directions.
I don't crave the feeding of those disconnections.
If I have not given reason,
For anyone to suspect I have been neglectful...
To then give them purpose to disrespect me?
Something in my mind erases their appearance in it.
Immediately!
With a moving forward that I do knowing time is precious.
And to leave behind the denseness of a mindlessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frozen Stiff
When you have spent most of your life,
Donating time in devotion to others.
And all they can express,
Is a selfish disrespect.
With nothing but stagnation to invest.
And a deceiving achieved that stifles,
Their own progress!
You can choose to do what I've done!
As an alternative to nothing.
You can elect to concentrate your focus,
On taking misplaced weight...
Off of hunching shoulders.
To leave folks to dance in hypnotic trances.
Suitable to those who have been frozen stiff.
Awaiting appropriate identification.
Selected for those who have been misfit.
Some folks grow and do show it!
While others have stopped completely breathing.
With a seeking of assistance sought!
Hoping someone brings to them some attention.
'Have they stopped breathing? '
Who knows?
Can zombies tap dance to clapped rhythms?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As False As Your Implied Perceptions
If you cause me to disrespect you.
Then of course,
You will be disrespected.
But to suggest to others I am disrespecting,
For reasons not connected
To someone's show of disrespect,
Is as false as your implied perceptions.
From you I am sure they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wonder.
In Flanders Fields red poppies grow.
But long dead warriors lie below.
Their rotted bodies nourishing
The scarlet poppies flourishing..
As if to draw attention to.
The graves of men who never knew.
That they would not see their homes more
But here they lie for evermore.
In Flanders Fields lost heroes lie.
In unmarked graves beneath the sky.
Far from the which gave them birth
They add their substance to the earth.
Which Belgian farmers cultivate.
Selected randomly by fate.
There can be few survivors left
But those of us who choose to go
To Flanders where the poppies grow.
All make the trip to show respect
Numbers dwindling as you'd expect.
There's very few now left to go.
To see the scarlet poppies glow
The numbers grow less day by day.
When they are called they must obey.
Rejoining those who went before.
The men who fell in the Great War.
I wonder will poppies still grow
When there's no one left to go.
Monday,25 June 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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To Heal From A Slow Mending To Grow
If something once strongly felt,
Is no longer there...
Existing to feel naturally,
Even the presence of a hypnotist...
Masquerading as a magician,
Will not be able to restore those natural feelings.
Not to be felt when back at a time remembered,
Those feelings from one's heart were freely given.
When those feelings felt begin to leave,
They do not return to make a reappearance.
Anyone who has experienced this emotionally...
To heal from a slow mending to grow,
Up...
To forgive and forget,
Knows....
Once something is felt to leave, it goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Offends
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
Or do something done,
Without being consciously attached.
I use to be the one to forgive and forget.
No matter who said what to me.
To show no concern or expression of a regret.
And I would laugh when publicly,
I was shown nothing but disrespect.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
Well those days do not exist for me anymore.
I say what I mean and if it offends,
I let others know immediately...
Being provoked I don't consider to be a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Choose You
(r palmer)
I choose you
When love comes along you go with the flow
You should trust your feelings on it
When you get hit by the arrow youll know
Cupids aim is always on it
Its half past two now
Your face is lovely
Its only lit by candlelight
Just me and you here
Our room is quiet
Only our sighs and whispers
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
When love comes along you go with the flow
You should trust your feelings on it
When you get hit by the arrow youll know
Cupids aim is always on it
You mesmerise me
My head is spinning
This is much more than fantasy
Lost in your kisses
My senses tingle
We lose our inhibitions
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
Ohohohah
I choose
I choose you
I choose
I choose you
I choose
Oh babe I choose you
I choose
I choose you
Whooo
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
Whoo
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Quietly
Quitely explodes your love
Your insecurity is so soft to me
I cant let you bleeding
We are falling into us
I see you dyin in my eyes
Just let it all go
You left
So am i
We go insane
Just let it all go
You left
So am i
You leave on inside
Quietly we arrive
Your insecurity is so soft to you
You cant let me bleeding
We are falling into deep
Im dying in your open mouth
Just let it all go
You left
So am i
We go insane
Just let it all go
You left
So am i
You leave on
You leave on inside
So you care
Leave them on
So you care
Leave them on with a shine
And you cant go on with your life
Its a fact we cant deny
If you have to go, please go quiet
Please go quietly
Just let it all go
You left
So am i
We go insane
Just let it all go
You left
So am i
You leave on
You leave on inside
Let it all go
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Left As The Only Impression Made
A showing of a disrespect one regrets,
Does not erase the act of it from one's knowing.
It is best not to disrespect, period.
Than to have it left as the only impression made,
One undeserving...
Remembers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Check It Out
The good can't be too good enough.
And those kind,
Are considered weak.
Those who choose,
To stay single and independent...
Are rumored to be thoughtless,
With a selfish streak...
They don't mind to feed.
The eldest in any family,
Has to learn quickly the meaning...
Of responsibility.
Those who are younger,
Often grow older believing...
They've been cheated.
Because left unaware of it,
Everyone catered to their needs.
Check it out!
Those who are most likely to divorce,
Are generally leaders as well.
And of course some are the first that are born,
Who learn to mask and hide their feelings...
On their sleeves not to leave or to be worn.
So no one can tell the emotions within them.
Or the thoughts that reside,
Inside that dwell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse To Be Muted
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.
Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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