With A Keeping Of A Sweetness
Only when it has been made to them available,
Are people made aware of what they can access.
And those with a thought process,
That is familiar with research...
Are never surprised,
By what is hidden in the archives.
Left to go unaddressed,
To only feed that which sweetens.
Enabling the natives to peacefully rest,
With a keeping of a sweetness in full supply.
Ready to feast upon as when needed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Business Of Others
People with a knack,
For keeping their noses...
In the business affairs of others,
Are often surprised and quite upset...
By secrets kept,
Others keep hidden away from them...
That are right under their probing noses.
And they become offended,
When the 'info' to another has been revealed.
'I thought you told me you two weren't speaking? '
~We aren't.
We email and text.
Finding this the best way to communicate.
Without the rest of the people 'twisting' what they hear,
Within listening distance.~
'And...
What are you implying? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Patience Is Needed To Feed It
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Just you know that...
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve.
You must keep your faith to receive,
And appreciate what comes to be.
Oh don't exchange woes,
To give up and let go.
Don't you know that...
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
A patience is needed to greet it.
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve.
Be right there to meet it and greet.
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve...
Or,
Leave it there unfed to greet.
A patience is needed to meet it.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Don't walk and give it away!
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it,
Today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Actually I consider myself a superficially normal looking person who has a vast collection of bizarre silly porn hidden in his basement, as all normal looking people do, and I'm keeping it hidden from everyone in the world except those few people with access to the Internet.
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Pheasants? ? ?
I was there in that land beyond the sea
The night was the blackest....that...
It ever could be...
When guns to the left... and... then to the right...
Cut loose... with such chatter...
I came out of my hole... emptying a clip...
Shouting... what the Hell was the matter...
Then with the adrealin in my gut...
And on my back of my neck...
There stood all my hair...
Through the night...till morning...
Turned out...nothing was there
By the early morning light...
My unit started to howl...
The Great White Hunter had been shot...
Because of his late night prowl...
I thought at first he... he...looked like a
Great Horned Owl
Now... as lunch time came...
My unit and I had prepared the feast...
That white ringed neck... owl... pheasant....
We made ready...to eat...
He was surprised...that Great... White... Hunter...
That pheasant laid out...cooked...
Covered with K-Ration butter....
Forty men all had said...look lets..after we feast...
We are very tired...and we'll finally get some sleep...
But to that one...that mighty hunter....
What you shoot...you eat...
You know the rule...it's the code
That unwritten law...in your heart today...it now abodes
Well I...and thirty-eight others...
Ate K-rations...saltines...and drank water...
I can honestly say...I had in my life...No better feast...
But..Brombaugh...Well...he had pheasant... and we made sure
That he ate...every dammed little piece...
The end
Clyde Grant Bryson
poem by Clyde Bryson
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What God Made
God made coffee~
~God made tea~
~God made boy's~
~Just 4 me! ~
~God made flowers~
~God made dirt~
~God made boy's~
~So I can flirt! ~
~God made coke~
~God made Pepsi~
~God made me~
~So So Sexy! ~
~God made the ocean~
~God made the Sea~
~God needed a princess~
~So he created me
poem by Nicole Jackson
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Ready
'What are you doing? '
Taking off my kid gloves.
Flexing my muscles...
Prepared and ready,
To show what I'm made of!
'I thought you did that already?
At least I had that impression.'
Oh no!
If anything...
You caught me in rehearsals.
Practicing strategies.
I have only just begun...
To show what I can do,
And get what that is done!
I'm going to remove some giggles...
And a few remnants of laughs.
I have been much too lenient...
With those conveniently,
Disrespecting me and my tasks!
And far too long,
That has gone on!
I am going to make clear...
What I will unleash upon their eyes and ears!
And I've been here...
Ready.
Ready for them to become aware.
My presence will be felt,
And made quite clear!
Power up my engines...
Father!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Times Never Forgotten
Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.
Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.
And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.
Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!
Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.
You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.
And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.
And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.
'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '
~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process Isn't As Simple
I find it pointless,
To discuss how a process is done...
And takes place,
To anyone who has not expressed...
Just more of an interest.
If anyone has never been on stage to act.
Or has picked up a pen or a pencil,
To write...
Generating that kind of motivation in one's head...
Is to me like asking,
What does it take to lay an egg?
There is 'nothing' here to work with.
Neither is the person asking this queston a hen...
WITH a pencil OR a pen.
Nor has any attempts been made...
To lay that egg!
I am one of those people,
Who has to see some effort being achieved!
Especially if my assistance is requested.
The process isn't as simple,
As that hen may make it look!
'How is the rooster involved in all of this? '
Trust me.
Once you 'really' get a bonafide interest...?
You will begin the process of research,
On your own.
That 'desire' will be there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Viernes
a cup of chocolate
sweetens my dream
and a three shots of gin
from the person I'm looking
up to.
a corn cob left-over
of my highschool friend.
unwanted people visit too.
reunited in a cup of chocolate
i never thought could be true.
more familiar faces
brightens me
I hope we could be together
in shots of gin
I know its you.
its always been you.
my idol in white
its nice too know he likes me too.
poem by Aleks Aleksa
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Transfixed By Tricks
They can not quote any significant accomplishment,
He has made for changing a downgrade witnessed.
But They are aware of a downslide,
Allowed by those chosen to prevent a skid.
And reek a havoc
On a lifestyle they alone did.
With excuses to continue to abuse their rights,
For better lives!
So anytime someone says...
They want to put their head on the line,
To reverse their dread...
Gets their attention.
Since the others could care less,
About the mess they have made...
That has gone unaddressed.
However...
They still praise their gains,
With an attempt to drive all insane.
And have dragged many down the drain,
With claims...
This is done in the best of their interests!
Somehow this conflicts,
With a people awaiting for change.
And they have grown restless...
After awakening from being transfixed by tricks.
And tired of those with 'experience' who have done this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process
Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '
Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.
'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'
You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?
There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Needed Most Right Now
'That number multiplied by itself
Is no further than the previous number
Added to it!
5x5=25
6x6=36
Five plus six is eleven, right?
Add eleven onto 25 and you have 6x6!
Or subtract eleven from 36 and you will have 25! '
Why isn't mathematics taught that way?
In our schools?
'It would start an avalanche of thinkers...
And what is needed most right now,
Is a supply of more gullible people!
And 'that' we seem to be losing ground on.
That is becoming low in supply...
And ignorance spreads like wild fire!
Why?
We wonder.
WHO is subduing the process of thought?
They are 'not' doing a good job at that at all!
'Thinking Stinks'
And that is the message we want to send!
Critical thinking is not in demand.
We must create fresh beliefs
Before we lose the land! '
Good luck...
You lost me with this one!
Wake me up for recess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Research promoted by NARA within a major coalition of Federal and private sector research partners has at last demonstrated that an Electronic Records Archives can be built.
quote by Allen Weinstein
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Legislated
Why are people so upset about their way of life collapsing?
Even someone feeding at a feast,
Should become tired of their gluttony.
And those who ate...
Made sure it was exclusively done!
By shutting out those who were 'disadvantaged'.
Those across the nation who became homeless.
And suffering from hunger...
Were the ignored ones!
And now that standards and values,
Of thieves are collapsing...
Perhaps diseases like cancer will also come to an end.
With racism and division,
A lesson learned that finally sinks in!
Those who choose to live abusing others...
Will eventually know pain and suffering,
For them to begin!
As nothing done is without a return that comes!
And that applies to deceit and lies,
Of those who feed while caring less...
Who's blood they bleed,
Including their own!
With such infectiousness.
When sickness like theirs is legislated,
And shown to be an enactment...
To bait and satiate.
A process condoned becomes clearly known.
And a fate that awaits awakens them too late!
Stand back to get the full effectiveness,
Of this madness that unravels...
As it attacks!
Without a sign of empathy revealed or given back!
Since no one is left unaffected,
Feeling that to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looks Like We Made It
There you are
Lookin just the same as you did,
Last time I touched you
And, here I am
Close to gettin tangled up
Inside the thought of you
Do you love him
As much as I love her
And will that love be strong
When old feelings start to stir
Looks like we made it
Left each other on the way,
To another love
Looks like we made it
Or I thought so, till today
Until you were there everywhere
And all I could taste was love
The way we made it
Loves so strange
Playin hide and seek, with hearts
And always hurtin
And were the fools
Standin close enough to touch
Those burnin memories
And if I hold you
For the sake of all those times
Love made us lose our minds
Could I ever let you go
Oh, no...we made it
Left each other, on the way
To another love
Looks like we made it
Or I thought so, till today
Until you were there
Everywhere
And all I could taste was love
The way we made it
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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God is God
God is God
He was made by man
but refuses to be human
God is invisible
He was hidden by man
but is seen everywhere
God is unfathomable
He was made mysterious
but is known to everyone
God is love
He was made a sectarian
but is all encompassing
God is simple
He was made complex
but is always understanding
God is compassionate
He was made fiery
but is always loving
God is a sportsman
he was made a recluse
but is always vivacious
God is kind
He was made vengeful
but is always forgiving
God is young
He was made aged by man
but is longevity itself
God is caring
He was made indifferent
but is always nurturing
God is good
He was made demanding
but is always generous
God is nature
He was ruined by man
but is full of life
God is the earth
He was polluted by man
but is always cleansing
God is wise
He was made a sucker
but is always omniscience
God is slow to anger
He was made angry by man
and will ruin those who ruin the earth
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
poem by Dela Bobobee
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You
You made promises.
You knew you would never keep them.
You made them anyway.
You promised you would never hurt me.
You did.
You promised you would never lie to me.
You did.
You promised to always be there when I needed you.
You weren't.
You promised to never leave.
You left.
You promised to always care about me.
You stopped.
You never should have made promises you knew you wouldn't keep.
You left me here alone.
You made me think.
You made me realize I don't need you.
You may think I do.
You are so wrong.
You left and I let go.
You were important to me, but I've learned to move on.
You will never lie to me again.
You will never hurt me again.
You will never hear my voice.
You will never see my face.
You lost me.
You have to be the one to let go now.
You shouldn't have treated me that way.
You never will again.
You are gone and I've moved on.
poem by Ashley Reese
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Tremendous Fools
Why is it,
When a discovery is made...
The very ones disbelieving this,
Are the ones spending their time digging...
To seek for more salt to pour into open wounds.
Or dirt to dump on someone thought to be familiar.
But reveal themselves tremendous fools in the process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Catch Up and Let's Mix
After years of sacrifice
And heartbreaking devotion.
Being a care provider...
Giving up possessions for sessions
Of despensing medications
Driving back and forth to keep appointments
Made with this doctor and that doctor.
Having little rest OR sleep for days
Weeks and years.
Trying to hold on the best I could
Because what I had done was not for myself,
But for my parents I love more than nothing else...
And one day you knock on my door,
As if there was a 'final' test to annoy what I had left!
And I thought to myself...
'Where were they when I needed
A helping hand to come my way?
When I needed a friend...
Not one friend could I call upon or depend!
And they knew I was struggling at my wits end!
And now that I'm 'back'...
They believe I want to share my peace with them?
I don't think so! '
I don't want to sound rude...
Or do anything crude.
But I'll share a lesson with you
Like we did as classmates in school!
You ready...?
'Sure! '
Okay.
Repeat after me...YOU
'You'
CAN
'Can'
KISS
'Kiss'
MY
'MY! Hey Are you gonna say,
'You can kiss my ass! ? '
Terrific!
No 'A'...
But you'll go away,
Knowing you 'Got It'
Now if you don't mind...
I have things to do!
You've shown me what you thought,
Years ago when I needed you!
I'm not taking time for this 'Catch-up and let's mix,
Bullshit! '
Turn around!
You've got lots of space.
Enough for you to get out of my face.
I'm going to shut the door...
You will hear a click,
And that's your signal to leave and quick!
C-YA!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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