You Are Nobody With Claims to Make
You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.
Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.
Too often people like these,
Sit in proclaimed self grandiose eloquence...
Convinced their efforts,
Are overdue for praise.
In an expectation to appease their own needs.
Under-rated and overlooked,
By those ungrateful...
Some self serving,
Have gone out of their way!
You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.
Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.
But those with desires to be 'somebody'...
Will prepare to make their proclamations,
Heard by using bullhorns.
If it means disturbing a tranquility!
To arouse a public with their embellished falsities.
'May I have everyone's undivided attention!
Thank you.
If not for my loyal and devoted disposition...
None of you would have known,
Who to see or where to go...
Enabling you to receive your coupons.
Useful to redeem for discounts...
On your purchased necessities.
To which I am sure they are enjoyed.
It was I who initiated that movement.
And deserve your welcomed applause.
If so given.
Only with deep felt humility...
Do I come to satisfy your curiosities.
And yes...
Although I am reluctant to admit this,
It was I who initiated that movement.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on!
There is no need to overwhelm yourselves,
With bewilderment!
Afterall...
I am not running for any electable office,
Suddenly discovered open and available...
To have someone fearlessly represent you.
With understated humility.
IF that possibility in your future should occur!
I am not.
I repeat...
I would not be so incline to accept such an offer.
And even if I should be so approached,
By an assigned committee concluding their research...
Of my qualifications and background.
And...
As a coincidence,
I have brought along a few copies of my bio...
With testimonies and references attached!
For those who may express an interest when time allows,
To televise any suggested interview wished...
I will submit,
To be thusly scrutinized in such a manner.
But let me remind anyone within the sound of my voice...
That I...
Am only here,
For you!
YOU are my only concern! '
~Who is that? ~
*I have no idea!
Not a clue whatsoever.
But I will say this...
He is certainly going out of his way,
To be remembered.*
~I thought those coupons were printed,
For anyone to use in the local newspaper? ~
*They are.
At least once a week! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Awed
A doer of good deeds,
Isn't sitting to receive accolades...
Heard,
In thunderous applause.
Thinking what is done is deserving of it.
A doer of good deeds done to do...
Is often awed,
That what is done naturally...
Gets any attention for those deeds done,
That pleases the giving of the doer...
Whose choice is the choosing,
Of the doing of those good deeds to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impressed By Those I Have Not Met
Why should I continue to ignore myself,
To value the opinions of others?
I use to do that and I stayed depressed.
If it appears I am selfish and self centered,
Perhaps I am deserving of my selfishness.
Maybe I earned it!
Others will not admit my sacrifices.
And I don't wear my heart on my sleeve,
For anyone to know to the degree I've sacrificed.
Others have used other tricks and devices,
To maneuver themselves into the spotlight.
One that is believed I seek and need.
They want to take credit for the steps I made.
Those who make claims to know me and don't.
While making attempts to convince themselves,
And others like them...
I had nothing to do with something I've been doing,
All of my life.
And that is to write!
To do it to impress others,
I have never thought about doing.
But I will admit I am impressed by those I have not met,
Who express they can 'feel' me!
While those who make claims they know where I'm coming from,
Judge on my appearance and the way that I am dressed.
And yet have not a clue as to what it is I do,
To get what it is I do done to make a difference for someone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Demanding Of Credit To Be Given
There are those,
Who wish NOT to be given credit...
For those deeds they did not do.
Even though they may have provided,
The motivation.
And there are those,
Who wish to take credit...
For deeds they did not do.
And will make claims,
They were instrumental...
In getting those deeds done.
With a demanding of credit to be given,
To them!
Just for their association of knowing 'who'
Has perform those tasks.
With a customary delivery of much embellishment.
They wish to get,
What they so richly do not deserve.
An attention that is mentioned.
With a spotlighting done on their lack of skill.
And an absence of talent...
Believed is their right to steal.
And today...
These thieves seem to be everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered By Expressing Agitation
I'd be very suspicious,
If you liked everything I presented.
If you accepted everything given,
Without a mention of an honest point of view...
From you?
I would wonder why.
Not that I would try anything differently.
But I just might make attempts,
To raise some contemptment I may resent.
Like a child seeking attention.
To receive a response.
Or some nuance to trigger,
Another emotion to test one's undivided...
Devotion.
You know...
An understated kind of praise?
But delivered by expressing agitation!
An attitude accepted.
Especially from one who has grown bored and tired,
Of my greatness.
And...
I do try very hard to give that to you,
Each and every time.
You know I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why That Should Be Important to Them
When there are those who insist upon doing things their way...
And they do things,
Their way.
Why is it they have negative things to say,
About those who choose not to follow them?
They should be pleased.
Why do they then spend their time,
Attempting to prove to others they are right?
Shouldn't their activities be occupying their minds?
Doing those things their way.
Instead of trying to find out who is not?
And why that should be important to them!
Leaving what they say they do to be left undone.
Afterall...
Isn't having things to do their way the way they wanted,
Anyway?
And why are they upset with those who pay them no attention?
Someone is not doing what they say they do!
And 'busy bodied' nosy people always make claims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scrutinized Under Spotlight
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
Many people are raised to believe,
The only reason they are here...
Is to eat, receive and to deceive.
And the ones not fitting these qualities,
Are highly suspected for seeking attention...
Until they are relieved,
From the giving of themselves willfully.
And at most times without compensation...
Suggested or received,
As a token of sincere acknowledgement.
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
And to be scrutinized under spotlight...
Is not the ambition of one of good deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blown Down By Adverse Winds
Never are our good intentions remembered,
When mistakes we make take centerstage.
And judged with sustaining attention given to them.
People will remember the vision of one crawling.
But the only one who remembers the pain of standing,
With a commitment made to walk tall...
Is the doer.
Being there in the presence of others,
And left accessible to be scrutinized with wounds concealed...
Leaves more of an impression by those surprised,
Than deeds done that have survived time.
Or the countless efforts made again to run and heal,
After one has been blown down by adverse winds.
THIS is a personal quest no one can contest with objection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Remote Chance They Are Not Aware
Anyone who obtains success,
With claims they are surprised by it...
Have been taught to express humility.
As if for them,
A getting of attention is not as wanted...
As much as the getting of applause given.
And the greater the accomplishment,
The bright glow of shock shows upon their face.
'I don't understand it.
Why would someone claw their way to the top,
Only to wish their claws clipped.
With an attempt to hide,
An undeniable ambitiousness...
That has proven them to be,
Worthy of the standing ovation.
As if it was not expected.'
Maybe...
There is a remote chance,
They are not aware...
Of their own talents.
'Yeah right!
And maybe a duck that quacks,
Isn't aware that the sound of it can be heard.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suddenly I'm No Longer Attached
Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.
Years of my activities,
And concern...
Would leave me quite frantic.
Feeling overworked, strained and burned.
I am satisfied with those things I've tried.
And making a footprint no one can deny.
Everywhere I placed my steps,
Not one did I do without dignity and pride.
I need no one to qualify my stride.
My mark has been placed,
Before and not behind witnessing eyes.
I seek no approval for my deeds neglected.
I'm not awed by applause.
My functions have been upfront.
And for some the intent,
Has been meant to be most personal.
I'm not a backside biter!
And that is a fact!
Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.
That You, Father.
As long as You are pleased!
With me and deeds I've created,
You have helped me make to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Such An Actor
You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?
'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '
If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.
'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '
You should.
'And why is that? '
It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.
'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'
You are such an actor.
'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'
And what does that mean?
'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.
Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.
'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '
Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.
'And hollow of any sign of content.'
Yep. You are out of touch.
'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'
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Faith And Gratitude
In the midst of seeking joy,
Where is the search one makes...
To show and express faith and gratitude?
Many pleased with their lives,
Seem to be absent in the display of it.
Although complaining quite a bit is heard and done.
Everyone enjoys some attention when they get it.
Even if not admitted...
Statistics will prove that is why conflicts are commited.
In the midst of seeking joy,
Where is the search one makes...
To show and express faith and gratitude.
I am not too heavily traveled,
But there are days I wish I observed more people...
Determined with a purpose just to express this.
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Devotion and Persistence
A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
Break down in devastation?
Those who give from the heart,
Are not that small in number.
They are not out seeking applause,
Like many false givers do!
It isn't rare that there are those sincere.
They do not appear with banners adorned.
Wanting their accomplishments,
To be heard going on and on.
By someone else who may be impressed.
Someone else who may or may not express envy.
A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
Break down in devastation?
Or make proclamations,
Of how long their 'sacrifices' have been in place!
And those social butterflies,
Are never without their resumés.
Or hints of reminders of those deeds done they do.
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As I can lead
He is not perturbed for what is going on
The battle is going on and to be taken as half won
He has no doubts for its outcome
He shall wait for it and welcome
He has never project himself before any interest
It is safe mode to pursue and adopt it as best
In real hard time it may it may come to be known as test
Its fruit may be enjoyed later when you prefer rest
He will always look forward
No intention to see sideways or backward,
He doesn’t prefer or employ means very hard,
He doesn’t wish to have any reward
Who can be known as your best friend or well wisher?
A successful man and very good teacher
He may remain inaccessible and good pretender
He is there for all with no discrimination for gender
We can dream of a beautiful season
We have every reason to feel satisfied as very good persons
There can’t be going back on stated words
It may have its impact afterwards
Easy going is right option without any mention
Why people think so much and carry the tension
Our death will not any bearing or draw the attention
You have no need to worry and raise the question
keeping to self or confined to area is best option
shut the mouth and not to utter a word should the adoption
let unnecessary things pass off with no more attention
Pray for right course and necessary action
Don’t you think world is so limited?
Showing off more but less committed
Lapses more but openly never admitted
Achievement less but boosted and noted
Striving very hard to remove the illusion,
Reconciliation all the time for inclusion
Peace always preferred to confrontation
Self interest not first is the only orientation
I shall not confine or limit to four walls of house
Intention very clear where interest arouse,
No preference for outright gain and willingness to submit,
No wrong means but optional means to admit,
I have failed self for gained a lot,
Centre of attraction has always remain in spot,
maintaining high degree of integrity with good rapport
Relying on popular will and garnering support
Is there anything wrong if I possess?
Have my own way with new ideas to find access?
Have philosophy of a day with strict adherence,
Bold approach without anybody’s reference,
Person with liberal thought is considered mad,
He has to part with ways and later feel sad,
My views are perfect and clearly read,
Have I not all the qualities to lead?
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Bribe with conviction
I don’t count how many approached
Tried to bribe with conviction and feet touched
With so much of temptation and great urge
The amount involved in it was very large
I battled with conscious
It invaded constantly, non stop and continuous
It was enough to shake anybody’s belief
As it was intended to give much relief
How many may be living without any roof?
How many might have built houses with such proof?
They did surrender with only one aim
Life must be spent smoothly without any disputed claim
Who would not want to be a rich?
If that is within grasp or reach
No one is needed to be taught?
Whether it is rightly or wrongly to be brought
One must have restricted needs
It must also depend on noble deeds
It may make you wealthy overnight
Your conscious may rebel against and make you not feel right
If you can feel contended then nothing is like good
You need only something to supplement as food
Not much is needed like precious diamond and gold
They won’t be of any use when you grow old
I would carry only simple ring
That may remind me when in morning cuckoo may sing
I will have sweet recollection of what went good in past
As life has brought us to cross road very fast
I had only dreamed of having good companion
She was to cement the bond and make it strong union
Rest all were to follow as an outcome of peaceful search
If not all but something was to be had as an easy reach
Let us carry on humbly on agreed route
It is better to accept it as fate and remain mute
Nothing can materialize even if we desperately try
There is no need to show greed and later on cry
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The Best Way To Avoid Misunderstandings
The best way to avoid misunderstandings,
Amongst those heated in debate...
In your presence.
Is to not be the one who is quick to volunteer,
A willingness to express maturity.
With a seeking to comprehend,
How a conflict initiated to begin.
Let those who choose to pointlessly argue,
With no resolve in view...
Continue.
And when asked to express an opinion to give,
Stare with a blank face in space.
As if you have not a clue why anyone would ask...
You,
Anything.
If that doesn't work,
Pretend you are looking for your house keys...
That you hold clearly to be seen,
In your hand.
Then do a quick exit,
The moment someone notices this...
With a bringing of it to your attention.
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Exactly. I've Proven My Point
Selected and extended sympathies,
Are often given to those liked.
But not necessarily to those,
With a track record of accomplishing deeds.
Often those awarded such attention,
Have time to socialize.
And with an importance to be seen,
They become idolized in others' eyes.
I think of those who have made,
Sacrificed contributions.
Rarely are they given the time of day or mentioned.
Although there are those who have benefitted.
In a way their lives have been uplifted.
But there is a purpose in life for everything that is done.
What one needs to feel accepted and pleased...
May be what another one,
Stays away from to avoid that kind of activity to welcome.
Who knows what satisfies?
And why some opinionated always find time to criticize?
'So what are you saying? '
~I'm not saying anything.
I'm making attempts to mind my own business.~
'Oh?
I thought I heard a critical observation made.'
~Why are you all up in my grill?
Don't you know the difference between,
Someone talking to themselves?
And another,
Having a conversation with someone...
Who should be ignoring their every word?
You've done that to me before.~
'Huh? '
~Exactly.
I've proven my point! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Carry On
Carry on ...
So what can I do, what can I say
Do I have to stand and
Watch you walk away
I know theres got to be
A better way
I just cant go on living for today
I thought I heard a voice
Out on the wind
And Im sure I heard it say
Id find a friend
And it said Id find
The answers in the end
All I gotta do is carry on
Carry on, carry on, the time is flyin
You need another love
Maybe another town
Carry on, carry on
Dont wait until your hope is gone
When your last chance
Comes round
Im gonna keep on looking
I wont quit
Aggravation
It aint gonna hurt a bit
And I believe that
I have seen the last of it
Theres nothing left to do
But carry on
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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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