Wish And Prefer Not Heard
If a solicited opinion is given,
And the one in the right...
Is often placed in the position,
To defend what has been mentioned...
There is a reason why the one that is right,
Prefers a quality of life...
Away from those who have chosen to oppose,
The observation of reality...
Appearing under all noses.
But somehow,
Choose to remain in defense against...
By those opinions they are quick to solicit.
But wish and prefer not heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Easy Weeping Done
She runs and hides.
And prefers to be subjected,
To one's search who is seeking.
Clever in procrastinating,
And that is it!
Quick to play follow the dancing ball.
With whomever she finds easy to lick.
Convincing onlookers she is legit.
With flaws not quite hidden,
Although accustomed to deny.
As she embellishes the truth...
She will defy the telling of lies.
Wanting to be praised...
Not hazed for being lazy.
She will go out of her way,
To depict someone else as crazy!
And to any extent in her own defense...
A keeping of pretensions,
Is her intention.
She runs and hides.
And prefers to be subjected,
To one's search who is seeking.
With an easy weeping done...
She fears a truth that chases.
But celebrations that are faked,
Do come to an end.
'She's just being who she is.'
~And I'm making it clear I'm no longer her victim.
I do not solicit with a choice to choose,
Whether I prefer deception or betrayal.
Or both as a joke to provoke my integrity.
And that's just...
Being me.
I'm too familiar with the environment.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of My Father's Doing
Why is it...
Your reality fades.
And mine is clearing?
I am feeling more peaceful within.
You seem to welcome a disarray,
Appearing everyday to be getting dim.
Have we chosen this shifting of wits?
There is no explanation,
For this to happen as it is.
Not Like this!
Splitting us is our way of life!
On one side of it is darkness...
And on the other appears more light.
Coming to correct that which was wrong.
Yet through blight...
Haven't we come together to sing songs?
Why is it...
Your reality fades.
And mine is clearing?
Are we nearing the beginning,
Of an ending that transcends?
And which one of us then...
Will find more or less 'anything' to defend?
You with your weapons?
Or me,
Who prefers peace to release,
A humanity wishing goodwill to increase?
This process seems to be...
Of My Father's doing!
And what He wishes to see unfold!
Since there is no obvious outcome to behold!
Without fights of conflict to settle what is right!
Shouldn't we be holding each other close?
Knowing whatever happens,
We love each other most!
My Father is the 'Host' of this reality!
Who knows what jokes He has!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.
And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.
And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?
And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'
~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~
'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '
~Uh...
I'm clueless.~
'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overnight Observation
(j. farrar/t. snow)
Looks like Im the only one here
Even the nurse is gone
But I guess I should wait cause when she left, she said
The doctor wont be long
So make yourself at home
His office is down the hall
Why do I feel uneasy?
I know he must be good
Got credentials all over the wall
I hear a voice behind me say
What seems to be the trouble, my dear?
Wont you be kind enough to step over here
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
Please dont think me ungrateful
But holding me overnight
Seems a little extreme
Do you always serve martinis
And turn the lights down low
Doctor, do your colleagues know?
Although you say its good for me
I really dont feel like dancing now
Somebodys waiting
And Im double-parked anyhow
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
Now, I may look stupid
But Ill tell you what, Ive been around a long time
And I thought I had heard everything
I tell you, they keep coming up with them
I just couldnt believe my ears when he said:
Kick off your shoes, relax my dear
Slip into something comfortable
Two seconds flat, Im out the door and down the hall
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Represented By Observation
People do not listen with intent to comprehend.
People hear what they want to.
Even if the words they hear were never mentioned.
He specifically stated 'No acts of terror will be condoned'.
And those hearing what they wished heard him say this,
'What was done was an act of terror'.
Even with his taped remarks repeated...
Those who oppose his comments,
Still hear what they want to hear.
Because people do not listen to achieve clarity.
And this is represented by observation.
To describe and act not yet committed,
Is different than hearing those insisting...
There was something they heard,
But nothing of it was mentioned...
To fit their twisting of it.
~So what is it that you're saying? ~
'I like my pizza topped with onions, green peppers...
Roasted red peppers and saugage.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down Low
I've heard it said...
Those down low,
Do it slow in bed!
They want to keep
Discreet yet sneaky.
And I can't defend...
That kind of sense,
That makes none in the end!
Well...
That 'end' is a beginning,
For them!
Dudes say they are down low,
When sharing with like minds.
Just to satisfy desires...
They themselves can not define!
And choose to keep these thoughts,
More kept within!
And felt it better unexpressed,
If not mentioned and left behind!
And women do the same...
But they refrain from giving it a name!
Lesbian, gay or homo doers...
When it is done,
It is plain...
No one is blamed!
And a game played unseen...
Shouldn't make one feel ashamed!
Yet it has to be admitted...
Acts of love are done!
Look around...
They don't have to be claimed!
For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is a fact that is known.
It doesn't have to be publicly shown.
As long as what is shared...
Is between those who expose they care!
Whether down low,
Above...
Or any and everywhere!
For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is done protectively...
And out of sight of those who oppose,
How others live the lives they choose,
To live as 'they' do and chose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon The Quality Of Your Assumptions
Most of what you have mentioned to me,
I am not aware of at all.
It certainly conflicts,
With what I have come to understand.
'Surprised by that I am not.
You are amongst the many living a life,
Based upon the quality of your assumptions.
However...
I do acknowledge this.
Am I about to make attempts to convince you,
There are others ways you can validate...
Truth and its importance to achieve mental relief?
I could if I persisted,
By making to you recommendations.'
Oh?
Seriously?
No way!
'Way.'
How?
I've got to hear this.
I'm all ears.
'Well...
You could ask me directly first.
That's one way.
Or...
You could choose not to be so quick,
To repeat everything you hear...
Until you have gotten that information,
From the horse's mouth.'
You know...
I was told you say some crazy stuff.
Thanks for validating that.
I can't wait to tell others you told me,
That a horse knows more about you...
Than I already know!
Yep!
What I've heard about you is correct.
You are totally out of your mind.
You're nuts.
'I appreciate that.
And coming from you...
I regard that as a compliment.'
**You could choose not to be so quick,
To repeat everything you hear...
Until you have gotten that information,
From the horse's mouth.**
You don't know how hysterical you are.
Funny and sad at the same time.
'Trust me...
I do.
I know I have my issues.
But this too shall pass.'
Stop it. Stop it.
I am about to laugh in your face.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish An Acceptance For My Strengths
I have all the support I need...
For those weaknesses upon me that feed.
I wish an acceptance for my strengths!
Strong and bold shoulders,
To come and be at my defense.
Whenever I choose to suffer and bleed publicly,
I have all the support I need.
But I don't have those in my life who oppose,
Those sorrows others choose in me to see.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Other One Needs
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
And he prefers that over others.
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
He's nothing but a whatever he wants to be.
He lives,
And breathes...
From a different,
Reality.
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
And he prefers that over others.
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
And he prefers that over others.
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
And they got exactly what...
The other one needs.
She's nothing but a bad boy,
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
And he prefers that over others.
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
And they got exactly what...
The other needs.
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
The other one needs.
Oh boy.
Oh boy!
Oh boy...
The other one needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don't like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don't solicit their opinions or votes.
quote by William Tecumseh Sherman
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Old Songs And Rhymes and Ballads
I love old fashioned earthy stuff old ballads and old rhyme
To modern sophisticated writing I'd prefer it anytime
But that is my opinion and though everyone's opinion ought to count
The opinions of one person to little does amount,
I love old fashioned earthy songs I love to sing along
with the folk or ballad singer of a loved familiar song
Perhaps I do seem boring as old fashioned I am known
But to each their preference like 'tis said to each their own,
I am not anti modern writers in case you get me wrong
But I could listen to ballads and rhyme in an old pub all night long
And with what I say if you are one who choose to disagree
You are entitled to your opinions and that's okay with me,
I may seem a bit dated but give me the earthy stuff
Old songs and rhymes and ballads for me are good enough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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To His Defense
To his defense, I understand the problem that is at hand.
To his defense, I understand the turmoil behind all of this.
To his defense, you'll never live the life he has endured.
To his defense, judge, I object to the inaccuracies you are spewing forth.
Be prepared to kill two birds with one stone.
Anxiety rises about the room.
As the swine feeds on frozen hearts.
A sign of treason ascends in my thoughts.
My conscience was right, the traitor exposed.
To his defense, there must be a reason for all the things he has done.
To his defense, it could easily be a coincidence.
To his defense, look at him now.
He's happier than I'll ever become.
To his defense, theres no defense.
No toleration for betrayal.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Only The Brave One
Only the brave one can smile though not winning only the brave are gracious in defeat
Only the brave one though seen as successful never does show any sign of conceit
If for some reason from the Queen you do not accept a knighthood that does not prove lack of grace on your part
That only proves that you are a good person that you are one who does follow your heart
You've proved yourself in the heat of the battle and you became a hero when the war was won
It has been said that your victims were many but everyone you killed was some mother's son
Many see you as a brave ageing hero a hero once and a hero today
But I am not one who agrees with the many I look at life in a different way
On what is brave I do have my opinions but that doesn't mean my opinions are right
I've never discharged a gun at another for God or Country I never would fight
Maybe I do seem off in my opinions but that's your opinion and that suits me fine
You belong to what's known as majority thinking but are your opinions much better than mine
Only the brave one will speak for the oppressed one that's my opinion though I'm far from brave
But fear is a thing that helps me to keep living I fear the coldness of the earthy grave.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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Undecided
The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.
But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!
And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize
How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.
I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.
And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Have We Got To Learn From Nature
What have we got to learn from Nature the more arrogant and ignorant do say
But from the life forms that live all around us we learn something new every day
'Tis not out of love or of passion that the songbird does bother to sing
But to defend his Nesting borders with him song is a territorial thing.
So little we know about Nature of her so much to learn and know
And the more that we do learn of her the more our awe of her does grow
The migratory birds from their Wintering grounds in Spring do fly home for to breed
The map of the World in their small brains a mystery of Nature indeed.
I believe us Humans too are Nature's life forms though many may say that is wrong
That only to Animists and Atheists such thinking could only belong
But everyone's entitled to their opinion and most believe their opinion to be right
And opinions are just that opinions to argue about not to fight.
Yet what have we got to learn from Nature from that point let us not stray
From her something new we can learn every day
And no greater teacher than her 'twould seem fair to say
Though her secrets from us she keeps hidden away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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It Will Take Decades
Yes,
He did preach on matters of quality of life,
And family values.
To persuade those to listen...
And elect him.
Or whatever that was that got him there!
However,
I must come to his defense.
If he had mentioned that he was a thief,
A liar and incompetent...
Would we not now have a new leader,
To bring us all to our senses?
Even one who dares to expose his intelligence.
'But it will take decades to build a new ship.
And restore our confidence! '
And?
Look at the bright side.
By that time...
Will we not all be familiar with reality?
And being in better mental and physical shape...
Does have its benefits.
Plus...
We will all be far more disciplined as well.
And all of us will acquire a deeper appreciation,
For DisneyWorld by then too.
So 'all' is not lost!
Although it does appear as if your cup is half empty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Thinking
I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
Without thinking I would be challenged,
To defend it.
Or argue my right to express it.
Especially if requested.
That's why with lessons learned today,
I do not accept request to express my thoughts.
Whether they are solicited or not to convey.
With a keeping of my peace of mind addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Order of Spirals
Though
I
Cannot
Discern what
Reality is,
I can still sense an illusion.
I can still bear witness to the observation that
We are spiraling out of control and into the impending event horizon.
We are forming a decompositional matrix around our failing perceptions,
Spaghettifying this surrounding spectacle of
Ours. For what reason must we choose
To abandon it,
Perverting
Nature
And
Life?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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