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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Tricks For a Slick Visit
Those who expose and show,
They are not afraid
To use their 'gifts' for the benefit of others...
To share.
And care that they become 'lifted',
Are blessed...
With talents and skills,
Only our God supplies!
Although despised by those 'twisted'.
They are quite different,
Than those who give.
Those who say they do things done...
To mask attention sought with the aid of lies.
Disguised on the run!
And crimes like these...
Eventually reveal false deeds.
Masquerading what is believed...
Pleases the 'ego' of God.
Wickedness like this,
Does not cure those mentally sick.
Nor their hidden wishes to seek favor,
From a 'Deity' quite familiar with them who labor...
Honestly from depths that frees,
A devotion from tricks for just a slick visit
With notoriety!
Or a place they soon find,
Does not shine on cloaked behinds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank God For The Critics
It use to bother me when I heard others say,
Who did or did not have talent.
And I believe one who breathes has skills,
Of some kind.
I like to stay in that frame of mind.
Then it dawned on me,
If those who had time to speak negatively...
Of course they would have time to pass judgement too.
And with a 'light' of insight,
I was introduced!
'These are the critics! Enjoy.'
And they seem to despise those who have gifts,
That attracts the attention they wish their efforts could.
If efforts of creativity within them exists.
Rehearsed and practiced until they are driven into fits.
But they don't work at it.
To know the experience.
Nor the requirements of self examination and honesty.
With a mix of naïveté and vulnerability unbelieved.
Keeping an accepted freshness alive.
And talents shine when this is done!
This also inspires and encourages at least 'someone'.
Thank God for the critics.
And those with talents who are inspired to resist,
The exchange done of sharp tongues.
And those with frowning lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A winner is someone who recognizes his God-given talents, works his tail off to develop them into skills, and uses these skills to accomplish his goals.
quote by Larry Bird
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The skills that we have are the actual magic skills - not the performing skills. We have to separate those. But the actual skills that make the tricks work, we don't get to use again.
quote by Penn Jillette
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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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Craftsman
I was asked to do a reading!
And at one time I did them free.
But don't 'expect' for me to do them...
Without offering a fee!
What I do is a skill!
Like teaching or carpentry!
And when I am approached by churches?
They throw that guilt trip...
And exposure thing on me!
And IF their ministers get paid,
To deliver 'the word' from God?
I think they misunderstand my 'gift'!
Since 'this' what they ask from me...
Has been directly given The Master's nod!
And the God that 'IS'...
Has blessed me with my 'gift' to get paid!
And 'if' that is not something that is understood...
From 'me' those who don't agree,
Will get 'shade'!
Is it believed an electrician,
Will turn on the lights...
If an agreement of payment is not made?
Laugh if you wish!
But I am a craftsman at this!
I have skills.
And for them one has to pay!
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.
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Pointless Oppositions
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
When I began to do this I felt alone and strange.
Especially when people misunderstood my attempts,
To do what I desired and not seek attention to get.
Although it was part of the territory to be exposed.
I only knew of a love of it.
Ego had nothing to do what I chose!
And as years have gone by so happy am I,
To see others with 'gifts' express them in public.
I know how lonely and difficult it gets,
When others with no interests...
'Assume' they can pass judgement with senseless tests.
Hoping to discourage those born to do their best.
To only witness one determined to be who they are,
And achieve with a doing to reflect their best efforts.
So happy am I and pleased to see,
Others with talents to express them publicly.
And...
Putting to rest,
Those who protest with their pointless oppositions.
Only those who know,
Grow from those wounds to heal to show what's real.
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Where Is the Justice In This?
I struggle with desires and wishes to remain ambitious.
To stay productive with a craving,
To release a freshened and creative point of view!
Unjaded by perceptions,
Becoming tainted by lack of drive and motivation.
I remember the days I sought ways to alarm.
To raise the hair on the backs of necks.
And to instantly fold arms...
By those totally disgusted!
But today I complete,
With those exposing their butts on urban streets.
And cussing with abandonment.
And not one eyebrow I see is lifted.
It use to make me happy to upset by surprise.
That was easy for me then to do.
Since I kept my true talents hidden in disguise.
Today it has become 'work'!
With no fun in it at all!
Especially when misfits are getting attention.
And everyone tries to look like them...
By spending every dime they've got at the malls.
And I had provided my weirdness absolutely free!
Genuine I had been with unique ceativity!
Today freaks are 'in'!
And I am regarded as common as Maple trees.
Where is the justice in this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Knowledge Or Skills To Address
Would others judge so quickly,
If they were selected and picked...
To be gifted with intelligence?
And expected to provide evidence of it.
On a regular basis.
With nothing else to do,
But to prove it and not disappoint.
And those who are depicted that way,
Seem only motivated to a comprehending of life.
With a listening to achieve understanding.
Hoping that a discipline to accomplish dreams...
Does not continue to depict them,
As lucky when something done that they do...
Is given an attention.
While others seek with a hoping,
That their physical attributes warrants...
A getting of some attention that is mentioned too!
Afterall...
Isn't it how one looks and not what one does,
That achieves everlasting success...
Without knowledge or skills to address?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spreading of Ignorance
You can not blame a fool...
For wishing to expose,
Learned skills and acquired talents.
But by all means...
A hefty fine can be applied,
To a spreading of ignorance denied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Unfair Modern World
The best of talents aren't always the first!
The skilled can't always climb up to the top;
The laboring classes don't get paid toil's worth;
The lucky few awarded aren't the best!
World's top celebrities are vainglorious;
The beauty queens who win are not the best;
Many are heros, heroines unsung;
This world's unfair to most deserving few!
Besides true skills, pluck matters in all games;
Who wins each time depends on changing rules;
All is not fair in sports and earthly tests;
Only a few do truly reach the top!
poem by John Celes
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We should seek a system that provides outlets for those skills and talents so that everyone can find a way to work and serve in a manner that best suits the strengths of each individual.
quote by Lee R. Raymond
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Poem: Supremacy of Christ
Behold the first-born of creation,
One to Whom was given all dominion.
He is worthy of our heart-felt praise;
therefore, honor Him, all of your days!
Guard yourself against ungodly deceptions;
increase your spirit's awareness and perception.
We possess the skills to repeatedly circumvent
the problems of life… via our skills and talents.
Since we've been made in the Almighty's image,
allow the joy of the Lord to reflect His visage,
while understanding one's purpose and identity.
Remember! By His spirit, we've been set free!
Know that the evidence has been compiled;
accept that unto God, we've been reconciled.
We've been given this wonderful gift of life.
Recognize today… the supremacy of Christ!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Col 1: 15-20; Gen 1: 27; 2 Cor 5: 17-21; Neh 8: 10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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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.'
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Volunteering
I remember those days,
When people volunteered their services...
Without getting paid. This was a civil duty,
Just to keep their neighborhoods...
Looking and appearing to be clean,
And trash free as something understood.
But those days are gone.
And behind us now!
Today?
People expect payment as if entitled,
For their agitation that irritates others.
And with a volunteering of it that is devoted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Time Teaches
it was difficult
if you had the skills
it would be easier
it would be easy
or it would be easier
with acquired skills
it was difficult
now you have requisite skills
learning can be difficult
who will teach?
life time teaches
our soul grows
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Appreciate Your Keeping Of Such Distance
If I am not mistaken,
Wasn't it you who stated to me...
Skills I had were being wasted?
And I should concentrate with a more emphasis,
In applying my talents in fields of business.
Like banking or accounting,
With a focus on economics.
And I could count on a future of financial gains,
To remain well into my retirement.
If I am not mistaken,
Wasn't it you who stated to me...
Skills I had were being wasted?
And you without hesitation would remind me of this.
While I kept insisting with my creative persistence.
As you and your friends decided I should be distanced.
Well...
I thank you for your confidence.
And I appreciate your keeping of such distance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Woman Of Determination
A woman of determination and ability will still work.
A woman of determination and ability will still triumph.
She will still achieve, a productive rewarding, successful career.
She may still rise, to the top, dominate any profession her abilities;
dedication, education, personality, management skills; training allow.
Few men, will achieve any better, most will achieve far less.
A man, a true partner, can will, also be a house husband.
A man, can will, also sacrifice, for the career of his partner.
Society, including women, still predominantly, frown on this?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crazed Are Some Programmed Mindsets
Giving of myself, talents and time,
Use to be an easy thing for me to do.
I didn't mind it.
I found in doing so it was enjoyed.
Until I discovered my efforts being taken for granted.
And I stopped feeling grateful to give my stuff away.
'Assuming' what I had done was appreciated.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
I then began to notice people,
Believing to be doing me the favor...
To share in the wasting of my time!
Thinking of me to be perceive as selfish.
And 'if' I had not given my best,
They wouldn't have known me at all.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
Today as I come to think about this,
I give them less of my best.
And of me it is thought I seek their attention.
That's how people into themselves think.
Until they are shown,
Doors that have been permanently closed.
And ignored are those with turned up noses.
Crazed are some programmed mindsets.
And their lack of consciousness!
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