With or Without a Need to Threaten
The only thing you can rely on and believe,
Is a sting or a pinch felt.
And delivered to feel immediately.
Other than that...
There are a host of perceptions and concepts,
From which to choose!
And the one with the gun,
Easily sways opinion.
With or without a need to threaten.
But some folks beg to be convinced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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Unload the Excess Baggage
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Or am I the one to carry pain,
As if I've been awarded...
A medal for valor and honor.
Each day as I pray...
And after I awaken,
I feel tremendously blessed...
That God has pulled my sisters and I,
Through much heartbreak and stress.
We, in those days, believed we needed to address.
And when I hear some folks,
Making excuses for mistakes they've made...
I can go through any day,
Without seeking to be medicated.
To fake my feelings to numb the aches.
I want to keep it real.
That's how I feel.
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Nor am I the one,
Seeking to skate through a life...
Speeded by an easy breeze.
God has blessed me!
And I know this.
And there is nothing better I can do...
Than to hold my head up,
And unload the excess baggage.
To live the best life feeling grateful.
And blessed to be able to confess it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Having A Shred Of Evidence
You can say what you wish.
In detailed depictions to describe it.
However...
If you had not felt a pinch of it to feel,
Your lack of experience...
Does not make you an authority,
Of how another should react...
To what to them has been directly done.
Although...
Some will commit,
To knowing what the facts are.
And not having a single clue,
To admit when questioned...
Of not having a shred of evidence.
But yet as proof to convince,
Will rely on that which to them had been told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somewhere Only We Know
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
Ooo
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
song performed by by Keane
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Success...Depends On One's Definition Accepted
Those who seek assistance,
To spearhead their own success.
Hope for an easy way to accomplish it.
With less stress and aggravation.
And without the breaking,
Of seen public sweat.
Some would prefer it gift wrapped,
AND delivered!
Success is not guaranteed.
Even when one places a bet!
Many who choose to gamble,
Are hopeful for the best.
But will come to grips with what they get.
If the mind is in doubt...
It does not matter what the outcome is about.
There will always be questions,
For those who sequester themselves...
In bewilderment.
And seeking approval to be convinced.
Being successful,
And having that expressed...
Depends on one's definition accepted.
As well as 'who' and with 'what',
Addresses the desired affect.
Some rather shop around for appearances.
While others bog themselves down with 'work'!
Because of concept and not perceptions...
Based upon satisfactions done.
And known to get down on knees...
If necessary in compliance with one's belief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Is Really Cherished
To value life,
More than things.
Is a mindset that arrives,
For those who choose to see beyond...
Concepts of victory.
And medals to honor valor.
Bestowed upon temporary stances of glory.
To sit dusting on an ignored mantel.
Erected to cover a natural surface.
With a wish to keep pretensions decorated.
To value life,
And the nourishment of it...
Increases one's awareness,
Of that which is really cherished...
When the threat of it leaving,
Clarifies priorities immediately.
And many folks,
Have yet to have that in their lives addressed.
Especially those consumed by credits and debts.
And living in fear,
Of missing the pettiness of life and all it affords.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mutual Benefit
You do not have to appreciate a thing I say.
Or marinate your mind...
In concepts I leave behind.
Although you are not that far away,
From any attempts made I convey.
You may even suggest,
My expressions have ineptness.
Or that I do not possess,
An ethnic depthness...
With an offensiveness that is direct.
However...
There is one thing I've noticed,
That motivates and keeps me focused.
I can rely on your critique.
And at least that shows...
I can rely on your opinions bestowed,
Upon my creations you search and seek.
With such a clinical specialty,
You have established.
And I have grown to admire,
As your strongest technique.
Congratulations!
There is something contributed,
That has been to our mutual benefit!
And keeps us united with our diverse convictions.
You provide the circus.
And I so enjoy the clowns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Years Are More Golden
When you pinched my butt,
Of course I knew.
I know it is muscular,
And it is attractive to you.
But why did you sneak,
Just one pinch?
I was waiting to be convinced,
You wanted to be screwed too!
That one pinch did for me...
A rising I forgot could lift.
Since I turned 62!
And so prepared was I.
But you just wanted to see what I would do.
How 'rude' of you!
These years are more golden,
Than ever I thought I would behold!
I don't want to hear you giggle.
I want to feel you sweat!
And submissive under my control.
Doing something we both will not soon forget.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Multiple and Diverse Agenda
The moment I hear someone gossiped about,
With a name unheard before...
I know immediately that person is making attempts,
To get something done.
And in a small town...
Where the rights and wrongs are tossed around,
That person talked about...
Has to be a new arrival trying to do,
What others refuse or choose not to.
And that is...
Something other than snooping,
In somebody else's business!
With a doing...
Hopefully that person will learn how to do,
In disguise.
Or with a multiple and diverse agenda,
In the getting of 'something' done.
Small minded folks in smaller towns,
Are provoked easily by change.
And anyone expressing intelligence.
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Just a Matter Of Perception
Father?
Should I give them a clue,
As to whose rules these are?
Or WHO chose them to play?
I'm having too much fun.
Why should I let 'their' frustrations,
Get in 'my' way?
They have no idea,
What they have started with their wickedness.
And what has initiated...
In new ways,
Why some folks have displayed their mischieviousness...
In such a deviousness today.
And even though it is just a matter of perception...
I want to let them know how their perceptions,
Are being received.
If they only knew,
'How' you were watching their every move...
They would choose to pray.
For real and with devoted faith!
'My son?
You would love to give away 'all' of my secrets.
Wouldn't you? '
Well...
Not exactly!
I just want to 'enlighten' them a bit.
You know...
Set them straight!
'I'm 'perceiving' your arrogance as getting obnoxious!
A little be to the 'right'...
And you'd be hopping on my last nerve!
I give you a little power.
And you are ready to emblazen your image,
On the face of the Sun! '
OH! No!
No, Your Highness!
I don't want nobody to know I've got it like that!
I'm in the humility business.
That's the way I want those perceptions of me kept!
'Good!
Good choice!
All I've ask of you,
Is to do your 'communication' thing...
As creative as possible.
And mind your business.
That's all.
I don't need for you to wave a magic wand! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A matter of opinion.
Some people say I am perverse
because I choose to write in verse.
The kind of stories I compose.
They think I ought to write in prose.
They have the right to I suppose.
But I won’t do as they propose.
I much prefer to write in verse
Because I think there’s nothing worse
Than badly written boring prose.
That is the reason why I chose.
To concentrate on rhyming verse.
I see no reason to reverse.
My original decision
to conform to your opinion.
I do not choose to write in prose
I am convinced that I would lose.
My rhyming capability
reducing my ability.
To write my words spontaneously.
I don’t expect you to agree.
Although I am compelled to write.
You’re free to exercise your right
To read or not as you choose to.
Though I confess I hope you do.
I know I can’t please everyone.
That is something that can’t be done
By any writer though they try
A truth no writer can deny.
Your comments are of interest
they spur me on to do my best.
We can agree to disagree
on which is best quite easily.
A poet must choose poetry.
But other writers are quite free.
to share their thoughts written in prose
Because they choose to I suppose.
If you should doubt my competence.
I will not choose to take offence.
You are entitled to your view
Please remember I am too
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Why should you believe me?
I guarantee that you can be
from this day forth quite vampire free..
Don’t turn away, listen to me
It is quite free there is no fee.
I do not ask that you pay me
nor even ask you to agree.
Vampires can bite so suddenly
and then you live eternally.
Driven by hunger constantly
you will thirst uncontrollably.
Every throbbing throat you see
as a meal tantalisingly.
If this is what you want to be.
Then just ignore me pointedly
As people do ignorantly.
In my opinion foolishly.
No crucifix can guarantee
your permanent security.
From a blood drinking entity
Who has selected you to be.
Provider of his energy
He’ll drink your life blood thirstily.
You should consider carefully
this awful possibility.
Because there is no remedy.
Once bitten you’re condemned to be
numbered amongst the enemy
and will be so eternally
It is your choice you are quite free.
To turn away mistakenly.
Convinced that I talk crazily
Although I’m offering honestly.
That I can truly guarantee
that I can make you permanently.
Quite safe from any vampire who might be
regarding you as possibly.
A victim he can easily
subdue because you foolishly.
Refuse advice that’s offered free.
Perhaps you doubt my honesty.
So go your way but carefully
I cannot force you to agree.
Although choice saddens me.
I will continue hopefully.
To offer folks the chance to be
protected permanently for free.
from dangers which they do not see.
Although they threaten constantly.
The vampires walk abroad quite free
from questions of morality.
They can appear to be friendly
Before they pounce on you greedily.
So take my warning seriously
Some friends are not what they seem to be.
You can be fooled so easily
by monsters acting charmingly.
7-Oct-08
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Destruction Of The Heart's Garrison Against Love (An Ode To A Beauty In Pain)
Only one other person knows how I feel right now;
That person is incommunicado, so I cannot ask how
She feels, nor would I dare, to draw comparison to me-
She guards her heart against love, with a garrison-to be
A defense-perhaps not realizing it is to her own heart's detriment;
She has found the mate for her soul, her perfect compliment
In me-yet blames her own fears on me, with misplaced animus;
However, one thing upon which she did not rely, is my animous
Toward an opinion which is the diametrically opposite view,
Namely: the opinion that fear alone dictates what she does now do;
This is indubitably not the way that it should be, for certain-
To embrace fear instead of love, to invite this ardor's curtain! ?
She chose love first, then retreated once it became too real-
Now what is she to do, when love is all she is really able, to feel! ?
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012
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As If Invisible
There is nothing done,
In front of their faces...
Or heard coming from behind their backs,
Can they say with convincing eye contact...
They were not aware of or did not know.
They can,
However...
Name it something else,
To leave as is...
But it is as it shows.
By the ones awakened,
Without their minds closed.
If they with their minds closed,
Had been hit by a truck...
And could not get up,
They would lay there and not be helped.
As if invisible,
By everyone else...
With familiar and similar mindsets.
From Sunrise to Sunset.
But if they are pricked and felt a pinch,
They would then exclaim...
Someone has made an attempt,
To threaten their lives.
Even though they could not identify...
Who or why the doer would do this.
Although they then would know...
Something was felt to complain about.
Something they still could not describe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Again To Use Their Stingers
One reluctant to sting,
May choose to do so...
With a stinging done to stun,
Those stung...
Never again to use their stingers,
Inappropriately.
Or...
Without just cause,
To initiate their provocation!
A sizzling butt is painful.
How do I know this?
'Geeesshhh, man!
Pull up your drawers.'
I'm lucky.
Not everyone is given a chance,
To go through a healing.
And a pinch of a burning felt,
May be the beginning...
Of an eternal flame,
That remains blazing.
It is best not to digest,
With interest...
What one hears,
From the lips of others!
Investigate first...
Before becoming caught up,
In the middle of a heat...
Without an escape to exit.
These experiences and more,
Cools quickly...
A hot head once singed,
But saved by the process...
Of patient observation and listening.
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Suitable For An Agenda
People may choose to believe,
They will punish someone...
For an act disliked that was done.
However,
If what was done consciously...
And with intent,
That punishment delivered...
May be suitable for an agenda,
One does not mention...
But joyfully gets.
We live in those times,
When all beliefs once easily defined...
Can no longer be legitimized,
By our expectations of receiving...
What we perceive as we envision it.
There are those who do things,
Just for the attention...
Others unknowingly give,
To the ones planning their own course...
For something to do to lead those offtrack.
Minds today,
Are not that easily persuaded...
To be led one way,
With a dependable process once used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Cant Rely On You
Im feeling my mind is
Blowing me out of place right now
I cannot deny it
So I wont and I keep defying
Those lies you toss, your fake loves a loss
Is why I cant rely and have no trust
In you - yes, its true, Im thru with you
Cause if I look back this aint straight out of the blue
Hah - you dont have a clue - but - whats up
With all of these times when you never stood by me
You never been with me, you never said once at all that youd miss me
I cant deny its true - I cant rely on you
Chorus:
Dont have no faith no more in you
I cant rely on you
Cant walk a mile no more with you
I cant rely on you
Youre full of lies and nothings true
I cant rely on you
I know its tough but true - I cant rely on you
I wonder have you once
Tried to walk the way I thought we could
Selfrighteous, all you stress
What was right, what was wrong, let me guess
The thing was never born guess
Ive been ripped and torn
Just to please your life but now I feel scorn
You fool - what do you think I am? - a tool?
I sure will forget your name
Cool, cause I cant stand or understand
Just how much for your sake,
Just how much I could take
When you were trying to break,
When you were trying to fake
The whole world I tried to save but now I just hate
I cant deny its true - I cant rely on you
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Those Illusions Of Love....
all the while
he is preoccupied with the real thing
that fences his life
his sweet prison cell
where love
still reigns
a love of the self to self
shared with
no other
and then the sting of pain
starts to pinch him
and away from his senses
while waiting
he begins to write the lines
until another real thing
comes and
deceives him
again
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