With An Aging Smugness That Shows
Many wishing to overcome their feelings of inadequacy,
By imposing their insecurities on others...
Seem to cling onto an unchallenged pride,
To remain youthful for the rest of their lives.
As they depict others as being inferior,
With an aging smugness that shows to grow old...
As is noticed with an unrelenting critique of others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maturing to Grow
Maturing to grow,
Upsets those getting old.
And this some show.
Hoping an aging slows.
As they regret,
Seeing those mature...
With an aging that shows.
While those who grow old to mature,
Are not upset by this process at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depict This Different
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
With purpose and a reason.
Appreciate each season,
With a new breath to breathe.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
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You can depict this different.
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Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
Pleased as a breeze.
Depict it.
Give your troubles up.
Depict it.
And be free.
Depict it.
Don't give them any hints,
Your mind's at ease.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
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Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different.
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To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Ask Me to Critique
When you ask me to critique,
With an opinion that is honest.
Don't expect me to deceive you...
With a sweetened tongue.
And the taste I leave you...
Hints of a bit of salt.
As you prepare to deliver to me pepper.
When you ask me to critique...
I go for the meat.
Not the heat,
When one may be wishing to be honey dipped.
Or perhaps thrown a kiss!
When you ask me to critique,
There is no sweetness dripped!
Unless the offering is fantastic.
And hits a spot I can not resist...
But sit,
And enjoy every nibble of it!
When you ask me to critique.
That's what I will do!
But I rather not to.
Since like you...
I don't enjoy everything I am served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maintain Your Defense
Whatever you do,
Maintain your defense...
Against those who critique.
With a battling done.
By the use of weapons!
Delivered and supplied,
On the tip of embittered tongues.
Do not let that weaken.
And get underneath your skin.
Not at the expense of you losing sleep.
Or keeping your mind unable to be at peace.
Whatever you do,
Maintain your defense...
Against those who critique.
Recognize those insecurities,
Worn upon their needing to be fed egos.
Come to realize,
Your potential may be despised.
And jealousy and envy,
Are often hidden and disguised.
Where is the support that has been aborted?
Where is that brotherhood sought and proclaimed?
Where is that need for unity?
And 'why' do those pretensions remain sustained?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given In The End
The continuance of wasted life,
In wars fought...
To depict another's right to inflict conflict,
Produces not a single winner.
Or does the act come to cystallize,
The shape of one's greatness.
What a barbaric ignorance does,
Is expose a mentality that is absent of reason.
And in fear of not being noticed,
If a power chosen to display insecurities...
Is not forcibly respected.
Only to be delivered disrespect given in the end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Johnsons Aeroplane
Four long lines one darker than the rest
Each one has a purpose making borders on the land
Farmers pride you know he works real hard
]from a small aeroplane you can see the fields
Heart shaped hedges
Japanese gardens
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Four long years one leaner than the rest
The animals are fed and the pastures dry
Farmers pride if the weather doesnt lie
]from a small aeroplane you can see the sea
Lots of blue
Very deep blue
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Johnson sees the fields from all the sides
Steel machines and black tar roads
Countryside where the spirit never dies
In his face all the history shows
Farmers pride as the rains came down
song performed by by INXS
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Wishing You Were Here
Sleepless hours and dreamless nights and far aways
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Heaven knows and lord it shows when Im away
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Same old show in a different town on another time
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Even though youre far away, youre on my mind
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
And Id like to change my life, and you know I would
Just to be with you tonight, baby, if I could
But Ive got my job to do, and I do it well,
So I guess thats how it is.
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
On the road its a heavy load, but Ill get by
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Pay the price, make a sacrifice, and still Ill try
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
song performed by by Chicago
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Wishin' You Were Here
Sleepless hours and dreamless nights are far away
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
Heaven knows and lord it shows when I'm away
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
aaaaaahhh
Same old show in a defferent town on another time
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
Even though your far away your on my mind
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
aaaaahhhh
And I'd like to change my life and you know i would
Just to be with you tonight baby if i could
But I've got my job to do and I do it well
(change my life)
So I guess that's how it is
(change my life)
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
On the road it's a heay load but i'll be by
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
Pay the price make a sacrifice and still i'll try
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
ohhhhh Wishing you were here
song performed by by Chicago
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The virtue is supreme
.Elegance is nice,
But inferior to kindness.
Composure is sweet,
But inferior to compassion.
Charity is great,
But inferior to justice.
Honesty is fine,
But inferior to fidelity.
Intelligence is strength
But inferior to wisdom
Every good trait
Is inferior to virtue,
Which must be the axis,
Around which one runs.
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The virtue is supreme.
Elegance is nice,
But inferior to kindness.
Composure is sweet,
But inferior to compassion.
Charity is great,
But inferior to justice.
Honesty is fine,
But inferior to fidelity.
Intelligence is strength
But inferior to wisdom
Every good trait
Is inferior to virtue,
Which must be the axis,
Around which one runs.
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Accustomed To Critique And Darkness
Emotional vampires,
Accustomed to critique and darkness...
I can't afford to have feeding on my consciousness.
The extensive draining done they do,
I wont allow with me to pursue.
And they will do it too!
Emotional vampires,
Limited with negativity.
Upset with themselves.
And surrounded by insecurities.
Despise they do,
Those who choose not to self abuse.
And refuse to listen...
But expect others to.
They are happiest when sharing,
Their blightest insights.
And delight when someone argues,
Against thoughts they have...
Others feel for them aren't right.
And pained by youthful injustices to them done,
These emotional vampires...
Solicit to undo,
The peace of mind of someone.
Emotional vampires,
Accustomed to critique and darkness...
I can't afford to have feeding on my consciousness.
The extensive draining done they do,
I wont allow with me to pursue.
And they will do it too!
If given one's time.
And...
Empathy.
'I'm a Scorpio.
What are you? '
I'm a-Leaving!
Note:
The 'theme' is similar to my other poem,
Entitled: 'Emotional Vampires'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Annual Recycling of Needs
The annual recycling of needs,
Is an inner city ritual.
The people are programmed to believe...
Their fortunes are less than the rest.
And so they are assigned to become protected,
By those the government selects...
They should receive assistance,
IF they qualify!
Of course many are denied,
The taste of keeping them enslaved!
They become disrespectful,
Unmotivated, lazy and mentally depraved.
They become conditioned to pray.
And they stay away from truths.
Becoming accepting of lies,
They pursue to overcome insecurities...
And immaturity keeps them as children,
To be told everything they say and do!
And when opportunities come to them,
They remain unprepared.
And for generations many of them can not comprehend...
Their uselessness has been designed,
To remove them from identities.
With mediocrity as goals to achieve.
And minds ignorantly limited.
Distant from reality.
And kept successfully unaware!
In an annual recycling of needs that is permitted...
To keep them subserviant!
And ensuring they remain there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Dawning to Be Reaped
It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.
It is unfolding and unloading,
That which comes to bestow...
A revealing,
Of a new plateau...
To behold for all to know.
And we who live are in the midst of it.
Here to adjust,
And witness this.
It is unfolding...
The disclosure of a new plateau.
It is unfolding to expose,
Those old beliefs to let go.
There is a dawning to be reaped.
Introducing us to different beliefs.
It is unfolding,
To leave...
Opportunities that will be released.
It is unfolding within reach.
No matter what the past teaches us to seek.
It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.
There is a dawning to be reaped,
And imposing.
Not a doubt about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Legitimate Observation
To manipulate themselves with a cleverness,
That has them facing a brick wall...
With nowhere else to go.
And to defy in a smugness...
An acknowledgement of this.
And yet...
Uphold an honor in being thickheaded,
Is...
Ignorant?
Foolish?
Stupid?
Or...
Are they just a bunch of folks out to prove,
They can choose to defeat themselves...
Without anyone's assistance to help them.
Take your pick.
Whatever you decide,
Will be a legitimate observation...
Of a people unconscious of imposing their own failure.
And doing it as if to show others how this can be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inferior
Some people with better education
than you might have had
look down on you as inferior.
Sadly, they are the ones
who are the inferior types.
They think because they know
long and undistinguishable words
they stand out above the rest.
To my mind they are the lower species
because they have not yet grasped
that we are all human beings
no worse nor no better
than the rest.
26 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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My Mind Has More of a Youthfulness
Everyday...
This aging 'thing' seems to speed.
Some agitate their way through it.
Reminding themselves,
Nothing about this process
For them is welcomed!
And they are not pleased,
By anything it leaves.
And as I reflect,
Doing my best to accept this process...
I must admit,
Some of it I am not in total agreement with myself.
Although I go through the motions,
I am doing it with much ease!
Okay! I must say...
Sometimes I do get a bit perturbed and upset.
Especially when someone yells, 'Hey, grandpa.
Do you need assistance to cross the street? '
I grit my teeth with a fake smile I release.
Hmmm...
Is it noticeable,
My gait appears to be slower and more noble?
Everyday...
This aging 'thing' seems to speed!
And I sit on a nearby bench,
To gather my breath and gently breathe.
Wishing the aches and pains that come with aging...
I could put to rest.
Knowing my mind has more of a youthfulness,
That my body, on certain days...
Could care less what my mind forgets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Souvenir
Souvenir
Its my direction
Its my proposal
Its so hard
Its leading me astray
My obsession
Its my creation
Youll understand
Its not important now
********in conversation
********in combination
********i tell the truth
********my feelings still remain
All I need is
Co-ordination
I cant imagine
My destination
My intention
Ask my opinion
But no excuse
My feelings still remain
My feelings still remain
song performed by by Omd
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Some Feel It Their Duty
To validate someone else's insecurities,
Seems such an injustice...
To bestow on another,
With an approval done of their limitations.
We all have our doubts and fears,
As part of experiencing life.
To grow with the understanding,
That faith kept devoted in pray...
Will remove those uptight feelings.
To leave us feeling alright.
About ourselves and our lives!
However,
Some feel it their duty...
To campaign for empathy and understanding.
And frankly,
No one living their own life...
Has that time to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing long live the butterflys
Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly
poem by Fading Heart
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With A Sticking Comfort
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
People choose the things they do,
With a sticking comfort.
And it's hard to remove old shoes,
Fitting with a comfort.
But a yesterday has gone away,
Yet they...
Stick with such a comfort.
And in some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
People choose the things they do,
With a sticking comfort.
And it's hard to remove old shoes,
Fitting with a comfort.
But a yesterday has gone away,
Yet they...
Stick with such a comfort.
And in some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
In some minds they can't let go,
Even though their aging shows.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
It's not easy to leap and grow up.
Not easy to leave behind stuff,
That keeps one cemented and stuck...
With a sticking comfort.
One should just let go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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