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With Less Sweat

Why is it,
That someone will waste their skills...
And talents,
With a wish to perform with the giving of their gifts...
On someone else's created stage,
To shower them with 'their' brilliance.

Why would someone abandoned their own abilities,
To create their own stage from those resources given...
With a highlighting of those,
Who will not be demeaned because it is known...
They have a need to fit into the wrong places.
With a giving away to others...
Who look to make claims of discoveries stolen,
To produce their own names to be seen in lights.

Leaving people with talents to fight,
To be seen...
Only to have what they bring,
Used.
To be 'thanked' but excused from the audition process.

I 'feel' for those who are told their presence is not needed.
But their unique talents exposed were certainly used,
To be re-labelled and approved for purposes to market.
And...
With less sweat that had been sacrificed.
At the expense of stealing from someone their scene.

'We're sorry.
However,
Thank you for sharing with us your unique abilities.
We'll keep your 'info' in our files.
Expect to hear from us...
One day.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!

Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.

The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.

I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!

Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Would I Convince?

What are you doing?

'I've awakened this morning,
Deciding I would get serious.'

Serious?
Serious about what?

'My creative abilities.
And expand upon my capabilities.'

I thought you were applying that?
Haven't you been serious?

'Naw,
I was just testing a few ideas.
A few concepts.
Now...
I am ready to begin to unleash my talents.'

So what is that you are doing?

'I've begun to scratch the surface!
How else should I start.
How else should I begin?
I am removing the dust from it now.'

What about the people?

'What people?
What about them?

The people who believe,
They've 'already' been exposed to your 'gifts'...
Those...
Talents?
Or whatever they are called.

'My gifts?
Exposed?
I haven't unwrapped them yet!
Who has been spreading these rumors?
Folks aint got nothing else to do but lie?
OH?
Oh...
They believe my rehearsals,
Have been the real deal!
Hopefully I will be forgiven,
When I reveal the actual product!
And I've got several to launch.

I forgot!
People will accept 'anything' remotely expressing 'talent',
As the real deal.
Wow.
I have to remind myself about that.
Don't you say a word to anyone about this.
You hear me? '

Even if I did...
Who would I convince?
There are some people who actually believe,
They've been exposed to your greatest work.

'LOL...
Ssshhh,
I know.
LOL...
I know!
Stop it,
My stomach hurts.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resentment?

Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.

Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.

Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.

Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stung By Ego

They all lay claims
On talents they have.
As if to aim their comments,
Towards someone believed
To be ego driven mad.
But anyone who is blessed
With gifts.
Understand that God
Wants them to work the ones
They have been blessed with.
To sit around and just make claims...
Only proves and displays a laziness gained.
And anyone who is not stung by ego...
Knows this sometimes,
Is not only heaven but most times hell!
As others who have visions of fame...
Are asleep to awaken,
With talents and gifts 'they' may know
Worthy of showing to produce to tell.
But seem to have less time to apply them,
And more time to find flourishing lies that swell...
Their heads!
With embellishment to relish,
Instead!
As they raise their lips in conceit,
To flap well!
As they prop up their feet,
In front of a TV.
Sitting their behinds on spreading seats,
To snack and eat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vocational education programs have made a real difference in the lives of countless young people nationwide; they build self-confidence and leadership skills by allowing students to utilize their unique gifts and talents.

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I Did That From Scratch

Some create their best work,
By using their abilities to cut and paste.
And with fresh glue to apply to it too...
Motivates them to bragg about their talents.

When I hear someone say,
'I did that from scratch.'
And I believe their statements...
As I witness their fingers,
On their heads do that.

To create from 'nothing',
That one envisions from an inspiration...
Isn't easy to put together,
For pieces of it to fit.

And after what one completes...
Others become motivated,
To snip an idea.
As a qualifying aspect of their originality.
Signed and delived with no sweat equity attached.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unique Masterpiece

Remember, you are a unique masterpiece.
With your talents, tastes and toils you can increase
Chances that this world will house a better fellow man.
No one like you has gone before… or ever will again.

Your talents are impressive, but only if you recognize
Their strength depends on faith in self. Then you’re truly wise.
The world prefers to ignore your words, as it rushes on its way.
But you can change minds and hearts if you believe what you say.

Your tastes in life can’t be mundane or your talents won’t unfold.
To better complacent man, your values must be brave and bold.
Study history’s masters and disasters then chart your time.
Battles will be hard, fields scarred, but less would be a crime.

How many times have superior toils determined spoils of war?
Make that extra effort until your mind and body roar.
It’s not brains or brawn, but dedication on the practice field.
Unique masterpiece, never cease. You can make the world yield!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Martyrized

I use to feel martyrized.
And sacrificial with a giving of myself,
As a belief.
To be of service to others.
And in the doing...
I cared little if I received.

But saved was I,
From complete stupidity.
When I thought of my deeds,
Becoming more unappreciated.
And that did not dawn on me...
Until someone told me this,
That turned on my 'reality' switch!

'You can not expect people,
To feel as passionate as you do.
Not about that which you assist them with...
Since they see you,
As someone who seeks something to prove.

They 'may' express a fleeting interest.
In what you perceive they value best.
You can not expect them to understand.
Since they believe 'you' are the one,
They extend the helping hand! '

Huh?

'Even though you exhaust yourself,
Sharing your 'gifts' and abilities.
You are they one they are 'patiently' accomodating.
And if what they do does not thoroughly please you,
They will get upset.
Abandon you and leave! '

I see!
Well...
Guess what?
They don't have to bother to do that at all!

I will!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon Materialistic Concepts

I can not call my breathing a hobby.
Nor do I relate,
To those who associate creativity...
To a dollar bill.

And there are many like that.
Attached to things.
Disconnected spiritually...
To any talents or gifts,
To them God brings!

When asked how much I 'make'...
I get irate with folks like that.
And those who say they have no time to create...
I know right away,
With them I do not relate.

And those who say they have faith in God...
To only admit,
They do not accept God given talents,
Are their main jobs.
I have limited patience.
Knowing from them,
I can only expect a production of excuses.
Based upon materialistic concepts.

And as I age...
From folks like this,
I wish to keep my distance.
And God kept pleased!
Since He is the only One,
To know where I come from.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bulk of Your Talents Clearly On Display

Your campaign to defame,
And slander my name in shame...
Has in fact helped to keep my integrity intact.
And those who are aware of your attacks,
Wonder about those skills you claim to have?
Since your abilities have been limited,
To narrow minded tactics.
With the bulk of your talents clearly on display.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trickery From Tattered Sleeves

People have been insisting for years,
They've assisted with his efforts.
Or he consulted to gain their expertise.
As if he need them.
And he was on a leash.

When word of this leaked,
He was not pleased a bit.
Deceptions of his abilities,
Made him seethed with contemptment.

Needless to say,
Some arrangements have been made.
And quickly those who had taken his talents for granted,
Could not believe...
Those they thought skilled,
Could only produce repeated trickery from tattered sleeves.

'We were told he had been motivated by them? '

I suppose they told you they painted the Bay Bridge as well?

'No!
But they did say they were consulted on the color! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Might Create Friction

Those blessed with gifts and talents,
Aren't aware who has or has not.
Someone with an appetite,
Seeks to be fed.
And a feeding them of something,
Someone else may like...
Is often not the right thing to do.
You will be told.
And this might create friction.

Or a repeated reminder!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What you have in your mind, your talents, your native abilities, no one can take from you. When you die you take them with you. Use them diligently while you are here.

quote by Alfred A. Montapert
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All is Possible

Each day is a miracle; each moment a gift.
Each new experience gives passions a lift.
The key to be happy is one word alone:

Faith in yourself. Have no doubt what you own.
You are a miracle with talents unique.
Invest in your moments that pass like a streak!

No limits exist except ones you impose.
Think ahead of the world. Be one of those
Whose vision captures what the future will hold,

With faith that its path is about to unfold.
Miracles beckon as challenges arrive.
With you all can happen. Make those talents thrive!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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With Only The Ability To Waste

There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.

But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.

Today?
How things have changed.

Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.

But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.

'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talents

Lucky am I, a well-talented youth;
Umptine talents I possessed- is the truth!
Talents, God has given to all of us;
He decides to defer or allow use.

Some have talents many; some few; some none;
Nurture them, we must whenever we can;
Develop them, ’tis our sacred duty;
Some are ignorant of inner beauty,

Which lies hidden, seek opportunity;
To express; remain not with vanity;
In one’s life; To remain in a shackle!
Let not frustration be thine obstacle.

Just as the male deer knows not its own musk;
Murmur we must not, take desired risk;
Await thy golden time, God gives some day;
Render justice to thine talents some way!

poem by John Celes
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I think it talks about the fact that there are black people in the world who have tremendous amount of talents and have no channel through which they can those talents.

quote by Joe Morton
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We believe in some basic human principles - everyone should have the opportunities not just to survive, but to excel with their God-given talents and abilities. Those are the values that should be reflected in our budgets.

quote by Patrick J. Kennedy
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Let It All Burn

Riding the waves of premonitions.
Maybe your right, maybe your wrong.
I no longer care.
You gave up on me long ago.
And now I'm giving up on you.

The broken hearted are departing.
Setting sail for a new found trust.
I don't blame you, I've just had enough.
Trying to cross the divide.
Trying to see eye to eye.
But the flames just carry to high.
Their might be clearing in the sky but I can't find it.