Who Selected What It Was To Be Picked?
The one thing I dislike,
About those who say...
They don't have what they want.
Or have things their way!
When they always seem to be surrounded,
By what exists as they sit to complain about it!
These are my questions...
Who selected what it was to be picked?
And in the picking done...
How many were witnessed,
To be unconscious of this?
And no one wants to admit...
They chose with eyes opened,
The path selected and the consequences.
Unless that too was done,
With an overdoing of pretentiousness.
Many love in the doing but can't remember it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pooling From A Tank Of Picked Catches
Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!
Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done,
Just to kick around excuses.
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
There were others who chose to get things done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Expectations Come To Go
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
Who can look at someone,
And judge what's next?
Who knows what steps taken,
Who be the ones 'that' someone elects?
And who knows what's best for anyone to get done?
Only the one on a path that is chosen...
Can detect what to expect.
From a life lived inspired by tests.
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
And only those with their eyes wide open,
Know better than those who have their eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proclaiming Preferences
Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?
One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!
They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.
It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.
Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.
Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.
'What's the matter?
You look upset.'
~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~
'Selected and picked?
For what? '
~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~
'What are they doing? '
~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~
'What are you talking about? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Else Have You Selected?
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Who else comes to teach...
Lessons taught to instill,
For me to learn?
Who will You deem to be qualified...
To ignite that spark I yearn?
Who comes to confess,
The void in my emptiness they can fulfill.
Who will that be coming not to exhaust,
My patience
To recognize from my eyes...
They have come with God given skills.
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Others have come for shortened visits.
Will You pick someone admired for Yourself?
To have me grieve upon their leaving...
As it seems You have done,
With everyone else.
To see how quickly I can heal...
With just You to turn to,
For a comforting you know appeals!
And after testing my loyalty...
Will You again,
Introduce another someone...
You will have me meet,
Just for me?
Or will You throw upon my path another test?
Just to tease to see if I love You best?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please?
And 'why' do You do this,
To me My Father?
Don't You believe,
I'm deserving of someone...
Not for You to scrutinize.
But a companion who is special...
To meet and satisfy our human needs.
Before You put me through another test,
Who else have You detected...
That I might select,
Just for me.
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It took me a long time to get selected as an astronaut. In fact, I applied for 20 years before I was selected.
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Bush wasn't elected, he was selected - selected by five judges up in Washington who voted along party lines.
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From the witness-box
…And having taken the oath
I
Do admit
I witnessed
Birth
And
Death
I
Do admit
I witnessed
How two can
Come together
And go their
Separate ways
I
Do admit
I witnessed
The hand of time
Behind
I
Do admit
I witnessed
How the invisible
Hand of time
Resolves
Dissolves
And
Dilutes
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Frank and Bluntness
Why do you insist,
On having me confront...
Your frank and bluntness.
'That is entirely of your doing.
That has to be 'your' wish...
AND selected point of view.
Since I've said very little,
Or anything at all...
About your freaking pretentiousness.
And there is less of me,
Represented here...
Than appears to be the more of you.
I was invited like a few...
To be recruited just like you.
But I'm not feeling up to par.
Although I will have a drink or two,
Provided by the open bar.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selected For Your Love
Selected for your love and selected for your muse,
But it is only in the higher order to warm you up!
And like the sky over Berlin.
One bog one or two small ones,
And like the sky over Accra;
But the atmosphere over Africa is like the colours of your love.
Without a better education,
The better high-paying jobs are forever out of reach! !
And like your daily needs in the land of your muse,
But be very wise in what you do always.
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Frightened When Alone
Believe it or not...
I walk a path,
On a journey...
I have never taken before.
And I am not one to assume it will last,
On an everlasting tour.
I am sure about the process.
But the end result of it my mind ignores.
I have selected a direction,
That to me feels right.
And sometimes I admit,
I do get uneasy but with no thoughts to quit.
I am the type that often wishes,
To have someone to share my life with.
And so far I have not known,
What the meaning of that is.
And frightened when alone,
When I think about this
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surrounded By Calm and Clear Seas
Hypocrisy has got to be the center,
Of their beliefs.
Racial profiling is done.
Anyone who has been victimized,
Know it is common.
Racism exists.
What 'is' and 'is not' legal...
Is based upon preference.
Values and mentioned 'standards'
Are permitted by those,
With mindsets limited.
Confused are the people,
Who say 'aliens and immigrants'...
Invade upon their selected diversity!
Even though their activities...
Isolates them further,
In a feeding that deceives.
Despise they do with a bigotry.
Accusing 'that one' them and they...
As those who have depleted their sense of quality.
And yet...
Some folks perceive this planet Earth,
Belonging to them exclusively.
With a taking away from others,
To do exactly what they please.
Whether that is done upon these shores...
Or on remote inhabited islands,
In the middle of oceans.
Or accepting the hospitality...
Of unsuspecting natives,
Performing spiritual rituals.
And living peacefully...
Surrounded by calm and clear seas.
'We are behind with unconscious minds.'
~Well...
At least part of your comment is correct!
We 'are' behinds.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Acceptance As If Selected
Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With a leaving those in silence,
If they choose to resist.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Just too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Forgiveness They Seek
After decades of declaring created enemies,
They wanted others to believe...
Were full of jealousy and envy.
With a doing of awful things to themselves,
To gain and plot the getting of attention...
From those willing to give them empathy.
And empathy to them had been given.
They now wish to call a truce.
But with who or whom will they truce with a doing?
Those whose lives they have ruined to defame?
Or the ones they deceived into believing,
Those enemies selected and picked...
Would have never thought of them existing,
If they had initially minded their own business.
What is the purpose of forgiving anyone,
Who spends their time...
Proving to others they've been out of their minds.
And that forgiveness they seek,
Should be of themselves with lessons taught to teach.
Since they chose to reek their own havoc,
Blamed to have been done by someone else.
And...
Successful in the doing of it they had been.
Until it was exposed...
They chose their own descent.
Without comprehending...
Those of substance and integrity are not shallow.
Nor corrupted by limited mentalities deluded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Around Up And Then Down
Sad? Feeling bad?
Why?
Who picked and selected,
All that you now have?
Look around.
Up and then down.
Look inside.
And then out.
What is it about your life...
You did not approve?
And then ask yourself this...
Who did?
And,
Where were you?
In a state of unconsciousness,
Accusing?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Directed Evil Is Expected To Be Feared
What is baffling about this whole process,
Is the time spent listening to those complain...
That the ones they have chosen to despise,
And selected to be their opponents...
Are not playing fair.
And have taken their positions as victims...
To levels that benefit them to an advantage.
They actually seem to mock those who pride their hatred.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
Why can't those who have been selected to be despised,
Just go away and coil in despair?
But no!
They seem to be relishing in the idea of it.
And have chosen instead,
To traumatize the very ones...
Who are doing their best,
To perfect their hatred against them.
Clarify the justice in this?
Where is it?
An expressing of directed evil is expected to be feared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Be Naïve
Most of my lusty ways,
Have been primarily delusional.
I will admit to it.
Most of those lofty expressions I make,
Are spoken to entertain...
The nimbleness of my own brain.
I admit there is a wall,
Behind a façade I've installed.
Only to protect what others do not suspect.
I can be naïve.
Sensitive and easily crushed.
By anyone I've selected...
Who has the nerve to refuse my lust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Selected Me For Your Trip?
You've selected me for your trip?
As if I'm going to make that easy,
For you to sit and do that with.
I don't know if I should be suspicious,
Or flattered by it all.
Whether or not I should take the scenic view...
Or leave you feeling quite appalled!
You've selected me for your trip?
Would you wish to reconsider,
Your decision to do this?
You must be out for adventure?
And someone told you I could provide?
But let me warn you before you strap in...
The roads I prefer to take,
Will shake you up a bit...
And offer a bumpy ride.
I'm use to it.
Although it's not detected,
In the smoothness of my glide.
You've selected me for your trip?
And even though I am amused by it.
I will suggest you research a bit.
Because what you think will be a common undertaking...
Might actually leave you vomiting in fits!
In a heartbreaking display.
And I may enjoy the act of getting you sick.
If you keep determined,
I am the one to provide your fun...
Before you have a chance,
To go away...
Run!
Okay...
Ready?
Enjoy!
'You are mad! '
Please...
Do not begin with flattery!
I am more accustomed to the sounds of screams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught Up In The Investing Of Bait
Those caught up in the investing of bait,
To have their way...
Find much too late,
We all will learn from our mistakes.
With lessons to learn.
And many of those lessons come,
Without the avoidance of heartache.
The ones who benefit most from this process,
Seem to be the ones selected to be victimized.
With opened eyes now wide and a clarity,
That does not keep them distanced.
A retaliation is sought to return a misunderstanding.
With the use of a mental weapon to unleash,
Like never before or ever felt needed to display.
Those caught up in the investing of bait,
To have their way find much too late...
How difficult it is to admit mistakes.
And escapes are out of the question.
Especially when the paying for them,
Comes at a time they can least afford.
As those baited are at the door seeking revenge.
'Remember me?
I have something of your doing,
I would like to return.
Don't look so frightened.
I am as harmless as you thought I was.
And I will do the best I can,
To leave you with a taste of it.
My interpretation...
Of course.
Aren't you going to invite me in? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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