With A Praising Of Mediocrity
Why does anyone believe,
Someone's originality...
Can be successfully reproduced.
As if in the doing of theft,
Is one's right and moral obligation.
And people today are left to wonder,
Why their foolishness is accepted as nonsense.
And the seriousness of their abilities,
Is only perceived by those of equal limitation.
With a praising of mediocrity that sickens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick To Wish To Be Accepted
So quick to wish to be accepted.
With a doing of anything to be perceived as equal.
To do everything done to be the ones selected.
And intergrated with the blinding of eyes not to be found to hate.
But the time has come for all of their desires to be outdated.
With a teaching to hate themselves successfully achieved.
Since what they should have wanted was identified dignity.
And doing that would have found them today elated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Edible Feeding of Nonsense
Some people believe they are above and not equal.
With abilities to steal and thieve.
But all of us on Earth have come...
From Earth to leech.
And I am fascinated!
Some people have this 'thing' about their rights.
And they select which groups are not qualified.
But I observe us here breathing together,
The air that God supplies.
And I am fascinated.
By what is perceived.
I'm fascinated...
By the afflictions that lead to limited beliefs.
But not long do I stay in that frame of mind,
With my own life to live on a mission to satisfy,
My own curiosities.
And I've got plenty of them.
With less time to spend among those enriched,
With an edible feeding of nonsense prescribed...
To devour.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All That Is Regarded Foolishness
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
Not many are fortunate to survive,
Through life threatening diseases.
To then step aside with their eyes open wide,
With a freeing of themselves from insecurities left...
Hidden deep inside to confront and rid.
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
But when that moment in time comes,
An accepting of one's flaws and blemishes are done.
With a leaving behind trivial nonsense.
And all that is regarded as foolishness,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Yesterday and those mistakes made,
And all that is regarded as foolishness...
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Wishing for excuses and alibis to create,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
And all that is regarded as foolishness disappears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fermented In Chemicals
Conditioned to live lives,
Totally ridiculous!
Gifted children left to drift,
Aimlessly.
Fed values of nonsense,
That are marketed to feed
On limitation!
A devastation marked,
To ruin a segmented population...
Has to come to an end.
For the future of this generation...
To rebuild from a negligence,
Implemented by an ignorance!
And that has left us all defenseless.
A seriousness of hope...
Will eventually come to grasp our minds!
To unwind from this intentional deed.
Seeded.
To allow...
A harvesting,
From an addiction to weeds.
Fermented in chemicals to daze and weaken.
Lifting to struggle against this illness!
To acknowledge an appetite for greatness...
Tasted.
As it should be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We not only have a legal obligation to honor our commitments, we have a moral obligation to provide the coverage we promised to provide to these people.
When A Maturity Much Needed Is Sought And Begins
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
Those games chosen to play,
To protect insecurities...
Needing to be chased away,
Are nothing more than childish pranks.
Overdue for a ridding...
Instead of pursuing them to please,
A mental dysfunction to outdo and out rank.
I've lost all attraction to play games like that.
I will return your calls.
But a tolerance of a nonsense initiated,
I no longer accept at all.
What point is made,
By a charading done to masquerade?
And in these days we live call for a seriousness.
With my desire to continue on like this...
Leaving you behind with the times I will not miss.
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over-seriousness is a warning sign for mediocrity and bureaucratic thinking. People who are seriously committed to mastery and high performance are secure enough to lighten up.
quote by Michael J. Gelb
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Successfully Overqualified
Now that I find myself successfully overqualified...
There has been a boost to my morale and self confidence.
I remember the days,
When I had not been qualified at all.
After passing tests and being scrutinized,
By everyone from the mailroom to the cleaning people...
During 'welcome and greet' visits with prospective employers.
And after the fifth 'final' interview...
My fate was in the hands of someone,
Who feared my abilities would unmask their incompetence.
Today and years later...
I don't have those concerns.
I've learned to do my own 'thing'.
Producing a wealth of insight.
No money.
However...
My insight is priceless.
But...
Always am I available,
For appropriate monetary negotiation.
I can be foolish not stupid!
Now that I find myself successfully overqualified...
There has been a boost to my morale and self confidence.
And at the rate today's standards are sliding...
My worth has increased in value.
I've been waiting to be asked,
What I would charge for my consultant fees.
And as you can see...
I am torn between delusion,
With a slight hint of being full of myself.
Both of which I currently enjoy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praise Up
Keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up praise up
Praise up your mind to find a way to live
Keep on praising, keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up all you people living in your fantasy
Praise up all you people trapped in mental captivity
Gonna free your mind, gonna free your mind
Right now with this feeling, feeling
Keep on praising, keep on praising
Praise up, praise up
Praise up your mind to a fine fine way to live
Keep on praising, keep on praising, keep on praising
Its your expression, its your expression
Its your expression that is leading me to see
Open up your eyes, this aint no compromise
Praise up on lord with this feeling right now
Oh lord what a feeling
Keep on praising, keep on praising
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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The Left And The Right
the left and the right
they learn to co-exist
numbers and words
poetry and prose
mediocrity and seriousness
money and love
passions and reservations
the flowers and the bees
i am making a balance
of the yin and the yang
the crowd and solitude
heaven and hell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Was
It was all that had been wanted,
Back then.
When wishes seemed easier to dream,
And to get.
It was all that had been asked for,
With an anticipation for it to arrive.
And when it was delivered,
It came as no surprise.
It was focused with a wish to be wanted.
There was a time many remember lived,
At a much slower pace.
When a time that was,
Didn't seem that far away.
And the confessing of love shared,
Was there to stay.
And when something 'was' loved,
The meaning of it had been meant.
But today what 'was' is easily forgotten,
The moment when something appears...
To be quickly taken by one's theft of it.
'It took years of an emotional investment,
To establish that relationship.
And in seconds someone else,
With looks and promises and nothing more...
Came along to destroy its value.
To replace it with accepted nonsense.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I May Well Be A Mediocrity
I MAY WELL BE A MEDIOCRITY
I may well be a mediocrity
One who tries and tries
But never really inspires-
I may well be one of the many
Called but not chosen-
I may be more another small unimportant disturbance
Than one whose work is of real meaning and value-
I may well be a mediocrity
And an ultimate nothing-
Whose words are now saved by a new technology
But will be dust forever -
I may well be a mediocrity
Despite wanting so much not to be-
I may well be a mediocrity
And probably am-
In which case I apologize
To the reader of this
If there is one
For taking your time.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Gone Are Their Treasures
From which one of your stale placements,
Do you believe you can rate...
My taste for staying updated?
No powdered wigged out judgements,
Of colonialistic restricted mentalists...
On the pursuit of political correctness,
Can exam with blinded minds...
These times that now exist!
Gone are their treasures.
And documented claims made in print!
Pomp and circumstance pulchritudes...
Appear rather silly!
And exposes their foolishness.
With a laughable return of such seriousness.
That should be burned and left in dusting urns!
From which one of your stale placements,
Do you believe you can rate...
My taste for staying updated?
With methods to attempt,
To make your nonsense permanent.
And there is evidence everywhere...
Your beliefs are vanishing in thin air!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trouble Gets Double Treatment
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
When,
A thought process...
Accepts mediocrity achieved,
To be one's best.
And this,
Unconsciously...
Stirs the acceptance,
Of a restless nonsense.
Trouble gets...
Double treatment,
That...
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
YES!
Trouble gets,
Double treatment...
That,
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
With taxes applied,
At the max!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The World Of Adulthood
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Find themselves wishing to undo...
What it is they have done they do,
Once to them it has been acknowledged...
Those remaining,
In the playing of their silly games...
In a sustained immaturity,
Have lost all credibility...
In the world of adulthood,
Where children dressed 'as' adults...
Are not allowed to impress,
With a childish foolishness to be accepted.
'Comeon!
You can't take a joke? '
~I use to accept fools with a suffering done...
Of their antics too.
At one time.
But a seriousness of my life,
And in my mind...
Seemed to have overnight,
Risen to the top of my priority list.
And adults who are mature,
Are the only folks I wish to deal with.
And they today appear difficult to find.
Call it...
A plateau of maturity reached.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Narrative Today
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
The ones with identity and not in fear,
Of upsetting others with a correct pretentiousness.
I would like to meet those who have minds connected,
To something else besides themselves.
Or flaws and blemishes of others.
Maybe it is my aging process I am dealing with.
I listen more intently to every word not to miss.
And it seems today I overhear many expressing nonsense.
I can not believe these minds are free.
And they have chosen to be empty of thought,
With a seriousness to talk about nothing but materialism...
Sex and drugs and who cheats on who with a doing of it,
Just to use newly advertised lubricants.
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
There 'has' to be other ears and eyes observing this to witness.
And maybe they are like I am...
Looking on from the sidelines but keeping their distance.
And I understand this perfectly.
But it would be nice to have it validated by more who do agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Or 'Not' To Be Crazed?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is that the question to be raise today?
As a craziness seems very obvious,
To be a part of these head splitting days!
To Know Or remain secure in ignorance?
There may be some advantages...
In not trying to comprehend an insanity,
That has descended to begin without end to it.
And those who make attempts to hide a knowledge...
Should burn all credentials,
With a mindless foolishness...
That is frolicked as if to gleam from being polished.
If everyone is upset,
By a mess that is clear,
Why be the one left...
Who 'appears' to be sincere?
To Be or 'not' to Be crazed?
Is not a question to be raised today?
To be sick of dealing with nonsense...
Is like soliciting for membership to an unending parade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innovative Steps
There is no way to protect,
One's original creations...
From acts of theft.
And yet those who achieve,
Remarkable success...
In the plagiarizing of another's best,
Eventually find themselves...
Less motivated when it becomes detected,
They have abilities to follow.
And not from themselves,
Take innovative steps.
And...
A thought to express with originality,
They have yet to experience...
A delivery like that without assistance.
Right now they search,
Through other authors' works...
To re-arrange concepts,
They did not first achieve.
Although they wish others to believe...
They have been blessed to be creators.
Masking the fact...
They only have ambitions to thieve.
For them this is creating with ease.
With a hope for acceptance and notoriety.
'Who do you refer to? '
Those stimulated by imitation.
With beliefs they flatter,
By the stealing of concepts...
To achieve centerstage status.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This Possible
Is it possible,
That some go out of their way...
To be noticably lacking of any skill,
Other than theft.
With no thought process,
Unless it is borrowed.
Is it possible?
Is it possible not to comprehend,
What creativity means?
Is it possible to clearly plagiarize,
Every concept that is seen...
And still declare one's originality!
Not only is this possible.
People have survived copying others' lives.
But to totally deny someone else's involvement...
Is the reason why some folks choose to hide,
While they continue to thrive off lies undetected.
Is this possible?
Not only is this possible...
That's how some people believe life works!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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