Wishy Washy Wusses
Those wishy washy wusses don't impress.
Limped wrists wimps...
With nothing more than their pretentions,
To address.
Double talkers who aren't direct.
And using gossip to connect,
As an attempt to express...
Opinions to abuse but amuse few,
Who refuse to show any interest!
The only thing they can leave,
When descending away from doorsteps...
To relieve,
After insulting guests.
Is a resignation,
From choosing to live lives like that...
Not too many can stomach, digest or respect.
And say so behind their shallowed backs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishy Washy
I got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
There's a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
And she smiles when she tells me
There's no room for me here
They've got it in the city
They've got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It's all so wishy-washy
It's all so wishy-washy
I got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said it's good for me now
But I'm not being fed
I said it's good for me now
But I'm not being fed
song performed by by INXS
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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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The War Of The Children
The child abuse has been the war of the children
It is going on for too long in a world like this
The children is the victim of it
It is the children who suffers more each day
Stop the child abuse now
We want to put an end to this war
Make the public aware that this exists
Love the children with all your heart
Make the children feel worth
Make them feel special
Show them respect and let them respect you
Because respect and love is a two way thing
Respect the children wishes
Make this world a safe place for our children
Teach them to listened
Let them feel welcome in this world
Let the children live there lives
When you abuse the children
You break there hearts, you are destroying there dreams
And the respect they have for you is lost
What do you get when you abuse the children?
You get no satisfaction
The children have lost there sense of worth
They don’t feel special anymore
And they don’t feel safe anymore
The children know whom they can trust and whom they can’t
Help the children to grow in a safe environment
Feel there hearts with laughter and take there sadness away
Give them the support they need each day as they live there lives
poem by Aldo Kraas
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IF I Was On A Mission To Impress
If my mission was to impress,
To effectively address a perceived ego...
Gone unidentified as an awareness.
With a labelling of being arrogant.
I certainly would not begin,
With a depiction of a forest others do not see...
Although walking through it to go unseen.
Nor would I mention with acknowledgment,
My familiarity with each kind of tree within it...
To call each one by name to express my respect for them.
If...
I 'was' on a mission to impress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Light
You're too light to handle me!
I need someone with backbone.
If that someone is going to call me their own!
Wishy washy folks do nothing for me at all!
I need someone strong.
Someone standing tall!
I need to be held and told when I'm wrong!
I'm seeking someone bold to love...
And enjoy a happiness that is shared very long!
Those afraid of shadows,
And stay away from making mistakes...
Aren't the ones I need around me.
Singing the blues with heartbreaks?
People like that,
I'm trying to shake!
And you're too light weight.
Don't let that bother you!
I'm about truth and honesty...
And a heavyweight I want to meet,
Since I know what that takes...
To make me weak under the sheets!
And you are much too light,
To stir up in me that kind of heat I need!
You're too light to handle me!
I need someone with backbone.
If that someone is going to call me their own!
Wishy washy folks do nothing for me at all!
I need someone strong.
Someone standing tall!
I need to be held and told when I'm wrong!
I'm seeking someone bold to love...
Not someone I can dismiss; push around and shove!
I'm seeking someone bold to love...
And you have no idea how much I want that here!
Nothing against you.
This is what I need for me to come true!
Not someone quick...
And obvious they are avoiding life,
By playing childish mental tricks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work will win when wishy washy wishing won t.
quote by Thomas S. Monson
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I Know how You Feel
I find it quite amusing,
That those who do not know others...
Can tell anyone how the one unknown,
Spends their time...
In a doing to them unseen or shown.
I like that expression...'I know how you feel.'
Really?
Then you wouldn't mind if I took a sledgehammer,
And hit you over the head with it a few times?
And if you wait here for a second...
I will call around to see if I could rent a Mac Truck,
To knock you down to roll over at least twice.~
People have no clue what others go through.
Even those living together,
Will say they know nothing of what the others do.
And they may be brothers, fathers, mothers and sisters too.
People do not care about anyone else,
Unless it is to the best of their interest.
And those who do show and express a genuine interest...
They are not suspected to be human.
At least not to have suffered through the experience,
Of being one.
Only those that have laid down like a welcome mat,
To have crap and all kinds of dirt rubbed on their backs...
Can say they qualify to raise a high eyebrow.
Or express an opinion no one likes to hear.
And that's the point of view everyone should respect.
Not the one created by someone pretending to know,
What they don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Stuff Is Blatant
My observations aren't created.
Rarely embellished are they envisioned.
I see what I see.
And hear what I hear.
Ignoring what is there,
I do not make that decision.
I am one of those probing nosey people.
Wanting to comprehend with a reason,
To question 'why'?
I can be analytical if I wish.
But what I observe...
There is little need for it.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
This stuff is blatant,
Oh yes.
There in black and white!
But I understand why,
Some choose to camouflage this in disguise.
So much truth conflicts with a resistance to reality.
And reality is much despised.
This stuff is blatant!
For open eyes to satiate.
Blatant with a rawness,
Hard for some to digest.
I guess that is why so many folks,
Delude themselves with pretentions.
Preferring lives fantasized,
To moralize what upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyone Have Their Opinions
Everyone have their opinions that's how it ought to be
And respect their opinions though with them you may not agree
As long as they respect human rights and a fair go for all
The difference between you and them to say the least is small.
Everyone have their opinions and no two quite the same
Even between those who are known to think alike some difference one can name
That's what makes us most interesting we all think differently
And you are very different so different to me.
Everyone have their own opinions a fact that is well known
And like 'tis said of him or her the words to each their own
To others opinions you should not react in a violent sort of a way
We must allow for difference and let them have their say.
Everyone have their opinions that fact with us remain
And as long with your opinions power over others you don't seek to gain
Though your opinions may be very different to mine
I respect your way of thinking and our difference suits me fine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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You Know the Ones
Aren't you tired of the folks who pass judgement?
You know the ones...
Quick to tell you how you should live
Always taking handouts from those they take for granted,
Criticizing the people who take their time to give.
Aren't you sick of those who waste your time to gossip?
You know the ones,
Glued to phones like weapons,
To add fresh lies to what they've heard!
They are nowhere to be found,
To assist 'you' when you need 'them',
But first to arrive to offer a discouraging word.
Aren't you fed up with their lack of time to listen?
Don't you wish they would grow and want to learn?
Even though they blame others for their troubling lives,
They will never feel ashamed,
To express their own limits of concern!
A repeated lesson you have learned?
You know the ones...
With their heads turned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishy Washy I
train brain, strain grey cells' refrain,
ever seeking 'why'
haiku by Jonathan Robin (16 March 2005)
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Hunger For More
How can anyone wish to go back inside?
After a discovery begins to connect,
Thoughts they could not get to think...
From an outside source,
Found that links...
Ideas,
Appearing that appeals.
And this process starts...
To clear with comprehension.
How can anyone wish,
To undo something like this?
How can anyone wish to return a gift?
One that begins to reveal an unveiling,
Of a thought that had not existed?
Or seek to reopen a door that has been closed?
To choose to refuse what has been exposed?
Knowing what one knows...
That allows a hunger for more.
For a darkening that stops a tease,
Baiting as it does...
The craving of a curiosity!
Who would want to leave 'that'...
If that was a possibility?
If one could,
Who really would desire...
To wish for less of an interest to digest?
Coming as it does to feed!
Who would choose not to adventure...
When the power of it,
From one does not leave!
How can anyone wish to go back inside?
Once bitten to probe a need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refusing Lessons To Them Given
I have never understood,
Those who pay to sit in classrooms...
Refusing lessons to them given.
To then declare what is being taught,
And the experience of the teacher...
Who provides a strained patience,
Is inadequate for them to digest.
And the teacher commited,
Has to listen to those too ignorant...
To respect or silence themselves.
Or speak or write correctly!
But wish to express their intelligence,
To impress others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So What Are You Saying?
I am emotionally distraught.
But I will get over my anxieties.
'Good.'
What do you mean, 'Good'.
Aren't you going to express,
Some kind of empathy?
Some kind of emotional attachment?
'What did you expect?
Weeping?
Or a prolong sympathetic eulogy,
For the attempt you are making...
To escape a near death experience? '
Well...
Yes! Something close that shows,
I am more to you than a piece of meat!
'It's like this...
When that piece of meat heals.
And is ready for my tenderizing?
I'll toss in an ember or two in that flame.'
So what are you saying?
'When the meal is ready and prepared the way I like it...
I'll show more interest.
But I'm not accepting anything leftover that has occured,
Over and over and over to leave it tasteless!
That's what I'm saying! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adjusting Their Perceptions
Adjusting their perceptions,
Has to be difficult to do...
For those limited in life experiences.
Especially if they are accustomed,
To prejudging where people live...
What they look like and wear.
And always there are the few,
With pretentions intact and prepared to impress.
Believing themselves better than the ones with less.
Or appear not to be successful.
And often are taught lessons to learn...
By those who express what they've already accomplished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect Yourself
Refrain:
Respect yourself
Change your mind
Respect yourself
Dont be blind
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
Respect yourself
And you will find your way
So practise what you pray
Dont run away
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
1.
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P. E. C. T
Respect your destiny
If you dont know what is right or wrong
If you feel confused and your thoughts are gone
R. E. S. P. E. C. T
Respect yourself, be free
2.
Dont care about what people say
Believe in yourself and go your own way
Respect - no resignation
Leave the path of isolation
Dont care about what people say
R.E.S.P.E.C.T , will never get away
Today, we stay, and pay attention anyway
Fairplay, everyday dont run away
3.
You dont know, no, what you dont know
Like the colours of the rainbow
Respect is the name of the game
Respect yourself and you never miss your aim
If you gonna show weakness
You gotta let them know
You dont know, no, what you dont know
If you really wanna grow, say no just go
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Respect Yourself
Refrain:
Respect yourself
Change your mind
Respect yourself
Dont be blind
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
Respect yourself
And you will find your way
So practise what you pray
Dont run away
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
1.
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P. E. C. T
Respect your destiny
If you dont know what is right or wrong
If you feel confused and your thoughts are gone
R. E. S. P. E. C. T
Respect yourself, be free
2.
Dont care about what people say
Believe in yourself and go your own way
Respect - no resignation
Leave the path of isolation
Dont care about what people say
R.E.S.P.E.C.T , will never get away
Today, we stay, and pay attention anyway
Fairplay, everyday dont run away
3.
You dont know, no, what you dont know
Like the colours of the rainbow
Respect is the name of the game
Respect yourself and you never miss your aim
If you gonna show weakness
You gotta let them know
You dont know, no, what you dont know
If you really wanna grow, say no just go
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Treated As If Royal Guests
It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.
Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.
Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.
And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.
But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.
One never knows!
Do one?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Trying To Express Themselves To Others To Impress
Making attempts to reveal evidence that makes sense,
To someone convinced...
Those 'perceived' to live on the other side of a fence,
Are less than mentally skilled...
And easily dispensed by one's 'will'
Can be difficult to achieve...
When confronted by 'these' types of people.
Especially,
If those needing the exchange of information,
Have issues with their own incompetence being exposed.
And have a mindset that is conditioned to believe,
That those who clearly articulate as if highly educated...
Are not trying to express themselves to others to impress.
But wish to address the importance of current issues.
And one unexpecting such decisiveness directed,
Becomes appalled...
When someone of intelligence,
Identifies and shatters their pretentions...
Unintentionally.
And wanting with an accountability,
To correct defective matters.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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