Who Is Going To Interrupt Ongoing Debates
I think it is 'cool' to awaken,
With a desire to participate...
In activities to make effective changes.
Especially the ones,
That have come to stare boldly in faces!
However,
To anticipate those changes...
Long in desperate need to have been made,
To occur overnight...
When it has taken decades to place,
A detrimental stubbornness in accepting sight!
Is going to take a talented magician,
To hypnotize everyone with a convincing done...
That what has been tolerated,
Has from all minds been erased.
I think it is 'cool' to awaken,
With a desire to participate...
In activities to make effective changes.
Especially the ones,
That have come to stare boldly in faces!
But...
Who is going to interrupt ongoing debates,
To tell those running in political races...
Their topics prioritized to discuss,
Have for decades been outdated.
Who amongst those not affected by the 'craze',
Has the reseources to gather or the patience to raise?
Who already has not made attempts,
To prevent...
The sliding downhill of standards once valued,
Into the welcoming arms of decadence.
And 'who' is left,
To have the credibility to be believed?
That will not be depicted as a freak of weak leadership?
Or regarded as a 'socialist' amongst those who are 'socialites'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy They Have Been Able To Please
At one time,
People were complaining...
No activities for them were scheduled.
Today,
More than enough diverse activities...
Are scheduled for those wishing to participate.
And there are those calling from their windows,
That the planners of the activities...
Should have not scheduled them,
On the same day.
And that is why they have chosen,
Not to take advantage...
Of any those choices made available.
And the ones caring less,
Who is expressing what and for what reason...
Come and go to do as they please,
With a doing to get done...
Keeping prioritized,
From Sundown to Sunrise...
Their own focused motivations.
At one time,
People were complaining...
No activities for them were scheduled.
And the naysayers are still there,
Supplying from one event to another...
Their unsolicited critiques.
And the planners,
Who have scheduled such activities...
Are thrilled and happy,
They have been able to please...
The wants, wishes and needs of everyone.
They seem to be anyway.
'My goodness.
How were you all able to do this? '
~Excuse me?
I had earplugs in my ears.
We all do.
Most of us have removed them.
Those of us on the committee.
Do you mind repeating that?
What was it that you said? '
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People Do Make Mistakes
Sometimes people do make mistakes.
I've made some.
And who has not made a few?
But not knowingly at the expense of others.
And those who excuse these activities done,
As errors made unconsciously...
With proclamations for a wish to be forgiven,
Need to know how it feels to receive payback.
Directed and unmistakable.
And inflicted with the ease in which they were made.
With a consciousness applied and lessons taught.
To awaken anyone daring to use these excuses in the future.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter What The Method Used
People refuse to pay what it takes,
To upgrade an aging and fading infrastructure.
But as soon as their lives become affected by reality,
They are the first to protest their own stubbornness...
With expectations someone answers their demands.
Prioritized with a giving to grant them immediate comfort.
Although time given like that has decades past.
And rushing to give it with patience had...
No one is giving it out like that,
No matter what the method used.
Or how one comes to ask.
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Isn't The Change Already Evident?
The more expense of persuasion spent,
And the actual acts of facts put into place...
To chase away doubt and those paying,
With debates displayed and tossed about...
To convince there is some sense being made,
Has been less cost effective to change perspectives...
Of those standards valued and the quality of one's life,
Has slowed that slide downhill at a speed everyone observes...
Is increasing in momentum and not turniing around.
Regardless who has the experience in business.
Or who advises a community a unified effort is better served,
If all participated in change!
Isn't that change already evident everyone is participating in?
And who has not felt the wind while going down on that slide?
Even those still in deep sleep are finding it hard to catch their breath.
And no one expects gold trinkets under their feet,
Everywhere they step.
Not in their best kept delusions.
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Engineers participate in the activities which make the resources of nature available in a form beneficial to man and provide systems which will perform optimally and economically.
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Engineers participate in the activities which make the resources of nature available in a form beneficial to man and provide systems which will perform optimally and economically.
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To Learn From Others With Respect For Them
We've all been encouraged to speak our minds.
To participate in the democratic process.
And to learn from others with respect for them as well.
Striving to become independent thinkers.
Mentally adjusted and with wholesome thoughts,
Is the end result if we remain obedient to discipline.
Just as long as we do not offend anyone.
Or openly criticize their activities.
And avoid from being judgemental, opinionated and biased.
While keeping in mind to refrain from overindulging our whims.
And with these values and standards practiced...
A conformity will lead us all to prosper in greatness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Of Images That Represent
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.
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One mind awake can awaken another, The second awake can awaken their next door brother. Three awake can awaken the town By turning the whole place upside down. Many awake can make such a fuss That they finally awaken the rest of us.
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Released From Their Craze
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of rifts!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
This is beyond diets to keep.
And New Year resolutions made,
To begin exercising or a smoking that is hard to beat...
For those wishing to be brave.
Although they increase the eating of sweets.
Believing that shifting from one thing to another thing saves.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
No one with thoughts they are better than others,
Will continue to deceive with the purposes to defeat.
No one with thoughts they will achieve success,
With a manipulation done...
To diminish with restrictions to everyone,
NOT anymore.
And NOT encouraged under over or besides 'this' Sun.
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
That their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
And those non-believing,
Will find themselves less afraid.
And those non-believing,
Will be released from their craze!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Allow It To Manifest
Condoning ignorance,
Does not prepare anyone...
To defend against it.
Even those with an abundant wealth of it,
Have not begun to become haunted,
By the error of their foolish ways.
And to have allowed it to manifest,
As an accepted activity to protect...
Will not ever prove to be,
A decision that has made...
The existence of it cost effective.
Since the price of ignorance,
With its after effects expressed...
By the tolerance of a showing of disrespect,
Has already made its appearance...
Weak on dividends expected.
And an investment now so out of reach,
Many now find too expense to sustain...
As a social disbelief now attacking as if a beast,
That has become much too overwhelming to appease.
And yet there are those still wishing to meet,
With time taken to procrastinate in denial.
Feeling that a doing of this showing of a seriousness,
As a useful benefit to click on a few minds too dim.
Much like a suggestion of a gluing of fallen Autumn leaves,
Back onto tree branches from which they fell.
Proposed sacrastically!
But,
Incredibly enough...
There will be many believing that to be a good idea.
An ignorance deep in depths like this,
Is pointless to make attempts to awaken.
A darkness so embedded,
Will never surface to become enlightened.
No matter who has been appointed,
To control the light switch.
The batteries in some heads are dead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dropped Jeans
No men popped for them.
Not those raised to lay in playpens.
Hot topics of 'where' the men could be?
Seems to be an ongoing mystery...
To those accepting disbelief.
As if this has been buried in backyards,
And vaulted in concrete!
Instead of glaring in their faces,
Uncovered by dropped jeans.
Exposing aging butts!
Why they haven't given that up?
Why can't they see the desperate need,
For changing?
Could it be...
No one wants to touch the butts?
Or mention a clean hygiene!
Perhaps fresh thoughts of reality...
Would be a touchy subject,
That would to them demean!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am 'First' A Human Being
I had walked around for decades,
Feeling and shouldering emotional pain.
When I decided I had nothing to gain...
By accepting this as an invitation,
To prove I could endure...
With a strength to regard as bravery?
No one had to point out to me,
Just how crazy this was.
I am 'first' a human being!
And I no longer have to adapt to that fact.
To me that has been shown.
And to others I make that known!
I am 'first' a human being!
Any other layers some choose to address...
I have learned to let it be expressed.
But to cause me stress to stay to become effective?
No.
These days I do not live in those times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues
Had he not destroyed the lives,
Of millions of people...
With deceit and lies.
And arrogant displays of ignorance.
Something he now says...
May have made some empathetic sense.
He was the first to say there was no recession.
Now he wishes to make claims,
That was inherited.
He lead conservative ideals,
To ruin and deplete a robust economy.
And not a word did he listen to others.
Preferring to succeed...
From a position of egotistic needs.
A forgiving people hear and see this.
With grateful wishes,
He and his corrupted followers...
Can not leave soon enough.
To begin a healing...
That will take decades for those who suffer,
To feel and believe!
With few expressing an energy left,
With a smile to lift!
Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity...
Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years.
As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned...
Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth,
Had been miraculously erased...
By a leadership with no remorse at all,
To ever be shown or known!
Demons in motion...
Are not attached to these emotions.
And bitter is the taste left on tongues...
For what to them has been consciously done!
Tricked by the wicked.
And made sick...
Are they to their stomachs.
To know this feeling is made real.
As it exists,
For them to feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Did The Shunning
Once done...
And in retrospect,
As one reflects!
Being ostracized,
By those finding,
Others not living up...
To either their standards,
Or expectations...
Should leave many today,
Feeling thankful and quite blessed.
At least they already know...
They will be the last ones called upon,
To help rescue those...
Out from the depths of their standards.
And a call to participate in doing so...
Will not come from those who did the shunning.
Not those with their values and lifestyles to protect.
Not those active in doing the ostracizing done...
With a tasteful pretense and social precision,
Years they had placed in effective rejection.
This from them will not be addressed!
They have too much awaiting on their plates today...
To attempt any escape from embarrassment.
Those chests puffed up are covered in dirt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
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My desire to participate in the business is not to make more crap.
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More Of An Event To Entertain
I've given you every opportunity,
To make sense.
Even at my own expense,
This has been done...
As I remained silent.
And your time spent,
Convincing others with your sentiments...
Has only made your attempts to appear desperate,
More of an event to entertain than to impress a point...
You have yet to make with sustaining substance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Curtain
They walk with the black curtain over their faces
They gather others with the pain it leaves behind
The people live in darkness nothing in their minds
Their faces are blank no expresion no feeling
Those who have seen know what it does
Those who know weep in solitude and sorrow
They don't look forward to today or tomorrow
They know everything yet they know nothing
The peoples skin all white and sickened
Their voices a raspy mist
All they look for all they long for is peace and bliss
Their cloths worn and tattered
They know there is no cure
They know there is no hope, no place for them to rest
For they know they will soon be one less
They know there is no cure they know they will rot away
They walk through this aweful place
With dread and dispare
Everyone knows, and try not to stare
Yet it is so hard to sheild your eyes, to hold back the tears
The black curtain lays over their eyes
The cloth that shall never be lifted
For it is too far they have drifted
The curtain falls over their faces
The darkness sets in
They know the time has come for them to leave this place
There is no expresion on their faces
As the curtian and sickness leaves
They will suffer no more
They will go home
And will never be alone
For the curtain is lifted and they are in the light once more
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Tiannamen Square
The square of men and women,
Mao tse tung the erstwhile
Dictator smiled in glee
At the red flags abounding it,
With people in China
In long lasting red dictatorship
Of the remannants of red army,
The chiefs most powerful
In the world, causing
The students to rise and summon
In the square, who were
mercilessly shot down
In minutes, numbering
Three thousand to make
One of the mass massacre,
In one place in modern times,
But futile were their attempts,
Only to culminate to make
A President in american style,
More powerful, but a dictator,
The most powerful in the world,
In the name of communism,
And the red rebellion
Which he did not participate,
But made his posion,
Through political manouers,
Making china reel in poverty
In the rural areas about whom,
The Beijing red leaders don't care.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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