With An Absence of Integrity
I feel compelled
To leave you with something to digest.
In these times you have manifested distrust.
Selecting those you oppose,
With decisive criticsms.
Fed to others to get results,
You infest with that ivestment.
And yet...
There is one thing that stands out in my mind.
You and your kind lack an identity anyone can see.
And with an absence of integrity...
How do you expect to be respected?
When substance has never been a part of your diet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digestive Darkness And Light
life is a mixture of light, darkness and truth
but are you digested on them?
digest what you see
digest what you feel
digest what you smell
digest what you touch
digest what you eat
digest what you think
digest what you speak
and you will be a truth by yoursekf
but but but but but but but but but
NEVER DIGEST YOUR DREAM
You're A Part Of Me
Make me feel the way you used to
when you loved me so.
Take me back to all those times
you hated to see me go.
Those are the memories I live for now.
'Can't get them out of my mind.
The more I try to forget them,
the more they're there I find.
Because you are a part of me,
you're the part that no one else can be.
For they could never make me
feel like this or make me miss
every little thing you are to me.
Let me hear your voice so low
whispering in my ear.
Tell me that your love's still there,
words I still can hear.
I remember every word you said.
I remember each sweet sound.
They never seem to leave me.
They've always stayed around.
Because you are a part of me,
you're the part that no one else can be.
For they could never make me
feel like this or make me miss
every little thing you are to me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Out Of The Spotlight And Off The Scene
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
Targeted on their priority list,
Are those who make strides and mind their own business.
And the ones who oppose this,
Seem to have time on their hands...
To discredit and undermine,
Those who are motivated with ambitions of some kind.
And behind the minds of those insecure,
Is nothing but to advocate an 'innocent' approach...
To spread a bit of wickedness and initiate hate.
With vocal implications...
To character assassinate those of good deeds,
Who are of goodwill.
Wishing to do for others,
Often kills someone's commitment to fulfill...
Promises made to promote others with abilities,
Because they often are without tremendous egos...
With mindsets placed on the making of dollar bills.
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
With a wish to get attention...
That removes another who gets it,
Without intention.
But still there is a wish to get them...
Out of the spotlight and off the scene.
And...
By any evil means necessary!
To diminish, eventually, a credibility....
Jealousy and envy had never earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Won't Like Me Man
look at me
i do not give you results
for i am a man
of reason
i do not believe in
compulsion
i believe in the democracy
of thoughts
go where you want to
in the same manner
that i do it myself
i swing my arm farther
from your nose
as you swing yours
not touching my ear
for in truth i believe
in your light
same as the light
that is freely given
to my mind
we are in the same
situation and i
respect you for that
man, i am the kind that
do not give results'
i have always respected
all people's freedom
a la Voltaire.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mistrust
How can you expect others to trust you if your trust to them you do not give
That does seem to tie in it does seem with the old saying of live and let live
You mistrust someone and they will not trust you that is part of old Murphy's law
Are you one who is truly perfect the one who does not have a flaw?
How can you expect others to trust you if kind things of them you do not say
Remember that trust is always something that does not have a one sided way,
A lack of trust can lead to war and bloodshed if you don't give trust then trust you cannot receive
How can you see eye to eye with someone if on that person you do not believe,
A lack of trust leads to division and division it can lead to hate
The one that you cannot have faith in is the one who cannot be your mate,
You cannot expect trust from others if trust to them you cannot show
If you mistrust that other person mistrust in return you will know
Mistrust only gives rise to mistrust that does seem a fair thing to say
And mistrust only can breed more mistrust that is life and life is that way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Grapefruit Diet
Whos that waddlin down the street
Its just me cause I love to eat
Fudge and twinkies and deviled ham
Whos real flabby? yes, I am!
Every picture of mes
Gotta be an aerial view
Now my doctor tells me
Theres just one thing left to do
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Throw out the pizza and beer
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Oh, get those jelly donuts out of here
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Might seem a little sever
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Im gettin tired of my big fat rear
Blow, fatty!
Well, I used to live on chocolate sauce
Made sumo wrestlers look like kate moss
Walked down an alley and I got stuck
I got more rolls than a pastry truck
When Im all done eating
I eat a little more
When I leave a room
First I gotta grease the door
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Cant have another eclair
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
I gotta decrease my derriere
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
No more pie now
No more creme brulee
Lay off the gravy
And souffle
No french fri-yi-yies now
No ice cream parfait
Mr. cheese nacho
Stay away
Oh I think Id sell my soul
For a triple patty melt
But I need a boomerang
When I put on my belt
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Lay off the 3 musketeers
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Until my big booty disappears
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Eat em till theyre comin out of my ears
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
cause I havent seen my feet in years
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
I think Im about ready for a quarter pounder with extra cheese
I need a side order of onion rings
And dont forget to super-size that
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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In a World In Which Ideals Are Not Respected
It is difficult being a teenager.
With pimples everywhere,
Showing to exist.
And those hormones racing,
Inside a body with a mind...
Trying to define the meaning,
Of abstinence.
'I'm not suppose to what?
Indulge?
Or engage in self satisfaction?
Of any kind?
You joking...
Right?
I hear that in my ears.
But you tell that to this body of mine! '
So difficult it has to be...
To know of contradictions.
And pretend them not to see.
Or told to be honest with integrity.
And...
Well,
Hardly any of that existing.
At least any known or shown to believe.
Yes...
It is difficult to grow and mature,
In a world in which ideals are not respected.
And dreams seem worthless to keep.
With few adults anywhere proving...
That accountability maintained,
Is connected to one's identity and self esteem.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left to Play the Blame Game
Conditioned to discredit their own kind.
In neighborhoods...
Where one has said,
Folks have lost their moral fiber.
Others who have come to witness this...
Have come to realize,
Those folks have also lost their minds.
Unfortunately...
They have been encourage,
To lose their identity as well.
Their ambitions have been to flaunt,
A foolishness dressed to impress!
In a collected unified distrust of one another.
Not realizing this would lead to communities,
Under duress.
And stressed in their own distress.
With no one left to care,
How or if they correct such a mess.
Since this has been their wish!
Bestowing a self destruction done at its best.
Left to play the blame game...
With no one but themselves.
Pointing fingers!
And leaving them to thrive...
In conditions they've imposed,
But have chosen to see it with eyes...
In blind defiance.
Despising truth,
That confronts them exposed.
But this and who they are goes denied!
No matter who comes qualified...
To tell them about themselves.
Or tries to correct their ignorant lives.
Whether dressed in street clothes...
Or suited up with bowties!
'They just do not get it! '
A mindset this shallow...
Although recognized,
Is best to leave in the hands of those who defend it.
Since those who criticize and become offended,
Are the ones that are ostracized!
The ones trying to mend it!
Finding they are living much happier lives...
Divorced from such division.
Divorced from those in constant criticsms.
And observing this nonsense from the outside.
Living with a peace of mind...
As a decision made.
And feeling grateful and blessed,
In confessions they profess...
They were able to find,
With a welcomed rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Revealing a Thought Process
I am at no advantage,
When revealing a thought process.
Although doing so,
Has helped me to quickly digest...
Observations with my eyes,
Without protesting what others deny.
Neither am I protected by an intelligence.
I would be if others in my environment,
Were not so eager to display a taste...
For debasing themselves,
In applied foolishness.
And a rush to prove sterotypes for them fit.
Why do I feel honored and not cursed by this?
Perhaps it is an identity and pride I carry,
That comforts my peacefulness.
And being labelled arrogant,
Amongst those without purpose exposed...
That is seen as meant,
Leaves few left respected for their dignity.
And I just have this need,
To be the best that I can be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War Zone
Kitchen turned into a war zone, books from
library making up for lack of colours removed
at your request, two wooden boards to lift
my books high for easy reading
‘Mind, Magic & Mysteries’, ‘Strange Stories and
Amazing Facts’, ‘True Stories of a Private Eye’
by Tillman and Hunter; Cecil Murphey’s ‘Aging
is Attitude’ – such fun finding these
I shall read them one by one, already doing fine;
discovering ‘in retrospect we turn trauma into the
best of times, our worst experiences are decisive
moments for change of direction’
Already - in my life - this is the best of times…
1. ‘The encyclopedia of Mind, Magic & Mysteries’
by Francis X. King
2. ‘The Reader’s Digest Book of Strange Stories and
Amazing Facts’, Reprinted July 1977
3. ‘The Man with the Turquoise Eye - True Stories of
a Private Eye’ – Norma Mott Tillman with David Hunter
Rutledge Hill Press; 1995
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Keeping Conversations Just As Stale As Ever!
When one is comfortable and accustomed,
To doing what one has done and still does...
For as long as that person has been on Earth.
With an identity attached and connected.
It is as natural as the air one breathes.
To expect one to be humbled by a few compliments...
Is like wishing a tree had more flexibility,
When a drunken fool runs into it.
Driving from behind a borrowed car.
The tree saw this coming.
But was not about to bend or move!
And folks keep doing the same thing...
Over and over and over.
As if from the act of it...
New discoveries are made!
And for a few...
Even new discoveries don't teach!
Folks keep doing the same thing...
Over and over and over!
Getting the same results...
And keeping conversations,
Just as stale as ever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Consider This
Shallow is their insight and with it is that existence.
And some are accused of having less patience with them.
While displaying less tolerance for their ignorance...
But should express more acceptance of it!
As well as their lack of consciousness.
To pass on an accountability...
That becomes part of a stagnated unity,
With increased division to further irresponsibility.
However...
Let's consider this!
When one decides to move forward,
In steps that are direct...
There is an intention meant,
To leave behind a confinement...
One graduates from with no regrets.
And feeling free to express an obtained intellect,
As part of that process to share...
In an exchange being done.
With a stretching of the mind that one desires to get!
With an expanded acknowledgement.
And...
Some just AIN'T there yet!
Whether they are making those attempts,
Or know how to spell motivation.
There is a noticed absence of it!
And 'that' appears in overqualified abundance.
You feel me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes
Sometimes..
I wish I would have met you in a different time, a different place
Sometimes..
I wish you really knew how I felt
Sometimes..
I wish you could just read my mind
Sometimes..
I wish things were different
Sometimes..
I wish I had told you how I feel
Sometimes..
I wish I had let you in
Sometimes..
I wish you could feel how I feel
Sometimes..
I wish you had tried harder
Sometimes..
I wish you wouldn't have given up
Sometimes..
I wish you would just be straight with me
Sometimes..
I wish we had a different method of communication
Sometimes..
I misunderstand what you are trying to say
Sometimes..
I over react
Sometimes..
I am so utterly confused
Sometimes..
I'm so frustrated with you
Sometimes
I wish you didn't mean as much to me as you do
Sometimes
I wonder what my life would be like
If I had never met you..
Because
Difficult as it is my friend,
I hope we can remain
Good friends
Sometimes
I wonder if it means as much to you
Sometimes
I push you away
Sometimes
I wish we could just fight
Sometimes
I wonder what making up would be like with you
Sometimes
Your methods of communication or the lack there of
Leave me alone with my thoughts
And, that's just not good
Sometimes
Sometimes
I'm amazed by you
Sometimes
I'm glad it's you
Sometimes
A lot of the time
I can't help myself
I think of you
Sometimes
I write poems, like this
Sometimes
I think you know
Sometimes
I wish..
It's just
Sometimes
Many times
I wish you wouldn't hold your self back
Many times
I wish you would say...something
Many times
I wish I could go back in time
Many times
I wish I would have said yes for all the times I said I couldn't
Many times
I wish you would just make me
Tell you
What you already know
Some times I wish you knew
How many times a day
I think of you.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Respecting My Silence
boredom comes like a wilting flower
and you like to save yourself from seeing
how such a kind of living thing die
so gently facing the sun and letting
the air take its scent and substance.
i look at things differently now. Let the
petals take the form of a fulfillment.
Let the lone leaf grieve for a passing
Though momentarily we know that.
Things come and go, moving to and
from from a scale of one to ten and then
back again to zero. Wisdom. There is
so much wisdom is our silence. And
she says, that is one thing that must
also be respected, like how we take
the melting of a snowflake in our palm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Put Yourself On a Diet of Love
Put yourself on a diet of love.
And recognize the meaning of forgiveness.
To strengthen and not weaken.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
And recognize the meaning of forgiveness.
Through the week and over the weekend...
No matter who may think you're freaking!
Put yourself on a diet of love.
And recognize the meaning of forgiveness.
Recognize the benefit,
Of a happiness exisiting.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
And recognize the meaning of forgiveness.
Only you can testify of Sunlight on the horizon.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
And recognize the meaning of forgiveness.
To strengthen and not weaken.
And declare your peace of mind,
Has come to satisfy your needs.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
And recognize the meaning of forgiveness.
You will find a peace of mind,
Has no time to search for enemies.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Get rid of nitpick nibbling.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Get rid of nitpick nibbling.
You will find a peace of mind,
Has no time to search for enemies.
So...
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Get rid of nitpick nibbling.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Get rid of nitpick nibbling.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Through the week and over the weekend...
To strengthen and not weaken,
Your needs.
You will find a peace of mind,
Has no time to search for enemies.
So...
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Get rid of nitpick nibbling.
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Get rid of nitpick nibbling.
You will find a peace of mind,
With a remedy you found to please!
So...
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Eat up all you want to eat!
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Feel the lightness in your feet!
So...
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Eat up all you want to eat!
Put yourself on a diet of love.
Feel the lightness in your feet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Law That Isn't
The law that isn't!
But should be...
Integrity.
Integrity.
All kinds of crime,
Have been defined.
But...
One escapes from a state of mind.
Integrity!
The law that isn't.
Integrity.
integrity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defending My Right To Exist
Defending my right to exist...
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
I looked like so and so,
And spoke like someone else.
And living in a place where nicknames were preferred,
It was rather difficult to maintain an identity.
Since being clownish and down to Earth,
Was a lesson taught.
And to be ignorant was the main objective.
Few people dared to express knowledge of anything.
Hey,
What can I say?
Even today...
This is not an exaggeration.
Needless to say,
Folks still living in that same mindset...
Seem not to be able to understand,
Why their visits to jails and prisons...
Are more frequent and have more of a priority,
Than when their 'children' were misbehaving in schools.
And teachers are blamed for this?
Defending my right to exist,
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
However...
I was told I 'thought' I was better than everyone else,
Because I spoke as if I was 'intelligent'.
You know,
Clear and not like a...well...
Bunny rabbit!
And I had more than being a 'bad' little boy,
With going to jail on my mind.
I wanted to have my own identity for some reason.
With a wish to be successful at whatever I chose to do!
And there are those who try to convince others,
My accomplishments do not mean a thing!
And to them,
I wouldn't expect that they would.
Since I've lived to witness...
What many of them regard as important.
And hearing the children who brag,
About how much jail time they have served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Oppose The Men Of War
I will oppose the men of war until the Reaper takes me
Until the breath that gives me life it finally forsakes me
I'll use words for to oppose them they send the young to battle
To fight for the colour of their National flag and die like slaughtered cattle.
I may not be a wordsmith and my rhymes seem out of fashion
But I will oppose the men of war oppose them with a passion
Because of them so many die and so many have to suffer
They may fool some but they do not fool me for I am not a duffer.
I will oppose the men of war those who send their fighter jets to bomb and slaughter
They leave the grieving mother for to mourn her dead her young son and young daughter
Collateral damage they call it by such arrogance how can one not feel disgusted
I will oppose these men of war for they cannot be trusted.
I will oppose the men of war though some may celebrate them
I will prick their egos with my pen with words I will deflate them
They enjoy the good life with their loathsome mates whilst others all too willing
To go and fight their war for them and for them do the killing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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How Can I Give That
Thank you for helping me,
Protect my steps.
Happy I am that my seriousness,
Has convinced you...
My footprints made,
Were placed in a direction...
To be respected as I thought,
You too wanted kept.
And now that I know,
My best efforts...
You prove you wish not to neglect,
I am happy you now see...
It is about maintaining one's integrity.
And IF you express a giving of this to me...
I have nothing but that,
From me to you to show I can and will do.
You deserve the best.
But how can I give that,
If you take for granted my seriousness?
And my seriousness to deliver...
You should always expect.
In fact...
I would not mind if you demanded it.
Since this will tell me our feelings are mutual.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always
I know that you feel like leavin
We cant seem to get along
I know you are the only one for me
My everything
You are all that a girl could wish for
I couldnt ask for more
We dont need to argue about silly things
Anymore
Remember all of the good times
Think about it for awhile
I would be incomplete without you in my life
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Sometimes we say things we dont mean
Like we should go our separate ways
Not considering the love and time that we shared together
I be feeling like youre really afraid
To love me as I love you
Let me live inside of your love freely, yeah
Remember all of the good times
Think about it for awhile
I would be incomplete without you in my life
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
At night I wish upon a star
And hope that you are near, not far
And that you are loving me
Always
And when I lay me down to sleep
I pray that our love will always keep
And that you are loving me, yeah
Dont ever let me go, oh babe
Always
Without you there is no me
What am I suppose to do, tell me
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Tell me
You cant leave
You will always be a part of me, baby
Wherever you go
You will always be a part of me
Always
Im sorry
Give me one night of holding you close, baby
Oh yeah (always)
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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