Your Conviction With Such Commitment
Did you think I was a figment,
Of your imagination?
Something generic
You can treat as you please.
Something you were taught,
Was beneath your high ideals?
Humor me.
Well
It is no secret by now,
We both have been made aware
Who achieves incompetence
And who denies accountability
With accusations of not being responsible,
For any implementation of wrongdoing
Do you use olive or vegetable oil,
In your skillet?
Or
Is it 'Teflon'?
I have never been allowed that close,
To anyone declaring themselves
With that kind of authority
Enabling them to slip and slither
You have been the name dropper
And we both can agree upon,
How insecurity can devastate
One's self perception
Also,
As a reminder
The definition of greatness as applied to myth,
Is just another application of word usage
To hype one's state of mind at the time of use
You care to impress me,
With your announcement of it again?
I enjoy observing your conviction with such commitment
It gives me goosebumps
Say it again!
Tell me how great you are
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Microphone To Moan Into
The more attention they are given,
With a microphone to moan into...
To declare in announcement of their wounds.
Would lead anyone to think when observing this act,
That the ones who are speaking...
Were blinded and forced with others to become attached,
To inflict themselves repeatedly...
Without being aware of it.
And they whine publicly that no one cared enough,
To try to stop them from this doing.
Like children blaming their parents,
For the wrongs they choose to do.
And...
For being the reason why their lives have become miserable.
To leave themselves freed of any accountability.
Or responsible for the doing of their own misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Is A Four Dollar Bill
You want to hold me responsible,
For not agreeing to your mistakes made.
Or supporting your decision,
To pretend you were not aware...
You initiated them with an implementation?
Okay! I'll go along with your scheme,
To have you release from any accountability.
I will campaign to make that known.
But first, before I do that...
Here is a four dollar bill.
'? '
I'd like to have you make change for it.
And in return I'll accept only tens and twentys.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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The 'Potential' For Greatness IS There
If a greatness is indeed appreciated,
Wouldn't it take more than one to satiate the taste?
It would lessen the propaganda.
And the hype of it would not be faked.
'Well...
Okay.
Let me say...
The 'potential' for greatness is there.'
mmm...
That makes the taste of it easier to take,
Somehow.
That way,
My expectations aren't set so high.
And I can determine what is given,
More delicious than it is!
You get my point?
'I think so.
YOU want to determine,
The 'greatness'.
And when and 'if' that should be labelled as such!
Giving 'you' a purpose to encourage and spread the word.'
Of course.
I don't want to have it enforced.
I would think you would want my expectations to rise!
To declare something 'great'...
Leaves it to be criticized and opened to be downsized.
'Maybe we should hire you to do our marketing? '
Well...
As you yourself stated,
The 'potential' for greatness is there.
'I now can see,
The point you are making.
The potential for greatness 'IS' there.'
Exactly!
There is no need to overwhelm the message.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before Anyone Notices
Why is it you hold responsible,
Your birth, your perception of worth...
And the missteps you have taken,
On someone else to hold responsible?
It seems accountability today now means...
'Let me see what 'I' can get away with,
Before anyone notices,
My footprints have long been on the scene.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts Can Be What Whoever Says They Are
If from inception,
There had been no truth.
And from this a reality was based.
Any claims of fraudulence,
Can be denied.
Since prior to inception...
Truth was not a consideration.
And reality was what it was wished to be!
As far as interpretation of facts goes.
And facts can be what whoever says they are.
But when?
And in who's time...
Do they begin to be used for accountability purposes.
If truths are to be held self evident...
When is the constitutionality of consciousness applied?
If applied and how is that determined?
Note:
The word 'self evident' introduced into the English language
as an adjative in 1671.
Definition: 'evident' without proof or reasoning.
Evident: Clear to one's vision or understanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Suppression
Man in authority does man suppress,
And treats his subordinate like a slave!
Despite no mistake, at him he will rave,
Threatens his job if he doesn’t him impress.
Man sans talents suppresses man with much!
Former prevents progress of latter;
But not for long, Time is the great healer;
The suppressed outshines the empowered wretch!
Seek greatness not by suppressing others!
Greatness is inborn and God-giv’n to all;
Suppression, progression only defers;
Each one in his time gets his credit-call.
If suppress others, you nev’r can perform;
The suppressed with time gets back his form!
poem by John Celes
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When My Mind Is Vacant
I love it when my mind is vacant.
A feeling of no need to please,
Immediately surrounds me...
With an ease I can deal with.
There are no imposed ideals to impress.
And I feel free to care even less.
I love it when my mind is vacant.
No pressure at all I carry,
To deliver intelligent thoughts I might think.
And no one there to ask for mink!
~I just thought I'd throw that in,
To see if you were paying any attention...
To this love affair I have with self.~
Seriously...
Don't you feel good,
When you mysteriously catch people...
Minding their own business?
And you know 'something' is special about this.
So you do the best you can,
To introduce your mind to more rest.
I love it when my mind is vacant.
No pressure at all I carry,
To deliver intelligent thoughts I might think.
And no one there to ask for mink!
And I am left not to enforce those delusions on myself!
Why is my telephone ringing at this hour of the day?
'Mister Pertillar, I know you're there.
This is Robert Clarke from Clarke Collections.
We need to talk about your 'commitment to pay'.
Mister Pertillar? Mister Pertillar? I suggest you receive my call!
Mister Pertillar? This is going to have an adverse reflection,
On your credit standing!
You are going to ruin your future capabilities to get a loan.'
Shucks!
I made a commtment to stay married too.
But that didn't work out either!
Well,
Like I was saying...
I love it when my mind is vacant.
A feeling of no need to please,
Immediately surrounds me...
With an ease I can deal with.
There are no imposed ideals to impress.
And I feel free to care even less.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fighting-Chance
He has a fighting-chance of working with his figment,
The figment he remembers for all his long-term memory.
A field of ingoing thoughts waits to be proclaimed,
The jeep of all worries is in his whole span of life.
The jaws of youth were closed and it felt like a jaunt
That carried from noisome events, stupid occasions,
The nocturnal ideas indicated new options of disgust.
By the off chance, a thought collected to straighten,
But it turned out that the figment was reddening his face.
The figment of imagination, an officious training of the mind,
Protected him as if, and one day felt like a bird’s rectrix,
For the imagination was given revenge afterwards.
The reuse of the thoughts gained pace, speeded up,
And returfed the spectrum of thought called the Mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Want to Produce a Bigger Bang
Great liberties have been taken,
To prove to all you are the superior race!
And I wonder...
If much of what you expose is from insecurity?
Is that the greatness you reveal?
Your ability to destruct after a build up of conflict?
That Is not top secret information!
That has been your weapon of choice.
Whenever you felt your voice needed to be heard.
Since using your mind time after time,
Produces disasterous results!
And all of this nonsense,
Has its origin based upon size and color!
You want to produce a bigger bang!
And that is what your existence means to you.
Since everything else you do...
Gives you a feeling of being out of place!
But you do know how to grab the attention.
And gain the assistance you do...
For any and all tragedies implemented!
'That' without question...
You've got going on!
Go 'head witcho bad self, Yo!
And, Yo...
You all up in the toy stores too?
Give me a high five on that one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Stubborn Definitions Kept
Most of us were taught to keep sustained,
Only one interest.
And that would be kept in ourselves.
We were taught to look at others,
As charity cases, subservient and weak.
And delighted to defeat them as seen on TV.
Or with games to highlight our 'worldly' aggressions.
With obsessions to dominate.
We were taught to believe,
We were entitled to take anything we touched.
With a declaring of it ours immediately.
No matter whose hands grasped it first.
Or feet stood upon it since time began.
No matter what 'it' was we wanted...
It was ours with a declaring of a victory.
We were taught to perceive ourselves,
As the greatest things on Earth...
God has ever made from birth.
With a feeding on images to thirst this.
We isolated ourselves from those,
Who did not accept our ways!
And today we can not accept 'ourselves'...
Being without.
And we demand that others pay...
For the greeding of our selfishness,
To maintain our perceptions,
Within us nurtured to stay.
And those who have known us to be,
Highly motivated by our creative thoughts...
Are wishing us the best,
With a battle with truth now on our doorsteps.
And in a foolishness keeps us in this struggle fought.
And most of us protest this 'invader'...
That has come to test,
Our stubborn definitions kept with such conviction.
No matter what it takes...
We honor those who give away their lives,
In a public display to say they are out heroes.
But those in the know pray for their souls.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Figment Of Your Imagination
Would it be easier for you to take,
If I told you...
I was a figment of your imagination?
Wouldn't that be great?
And I allowed you to be conscious of me,
Whenever you believed I existed.
Just to get on your nerves.
But actually didn't.
Because in reality...
You have been creating your own headaches.
And accusing me,
Of being the one to implement them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ss For Ssnake
when it’s the s tucked away in ‘asleep’
in its s for secret hideaway
it feels s for safe and s for secure
though you can see it keeps
the s there just in case
now it’s waking up, uncoils itself;
it’s an awkward way that it has to move,
but it’s s for strong, as you’ll discover
if you hold one
if it feels threatened, my how it can move!
a rapid s for slither, or s for slip
into a drain or a hole in ground
quicker than an eyeblink
but if you catch it s for snoozing
and s for sunning itself, as adders like to do,
and it’s too late to s for slide away,
then it’ll hiss at you with a long ss…
to let you know that that there’s an s
in ‘fangs’ and in ‘poison’…
(and also, by god’s grace, in ‘serum’…)
so let it be, like the s wrapped in ‘respect’
to enjoy its s for self, the s for same as you…
(Don’t you wonder, if snakes themselves hear that s
when they slither or slip or slide their way
through the grasss or leavesss or stonesss
and know, that’s my own s for sound…
because I’m an s for snake…?)
Now it's feeling s for strangely
s for slippery, inside itself...
oh look, it's going to s for shed
its s for skin...why, I do believe
it's turned into a... poem!
Now it can see and hear itself!
ssssssssssssssssssssssssss
there's a snakeskin belt for you
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Would Do Anything
Excuses,
Have been allowed...
To seduce you,
With their usage.
And I am not
Going to invite,
That kind of tragedy to start.
Not around me,
To invade my heart!
You have begun...
To feel free
To swing open and close doors instantly!
To have me from them flung.
With an enjoyment,
You think is fun!
But that will not be done.
Not here!
That person I want with me,
Can not be you!
This I can see.
You would do anything...
For anyone,
Who is willing to pay...
For your attention displayed.
And to sit on a fence...
Between my needs,
And your pretentions to please...
With a grand entrance,
To subject me to your whims...
Whenever you decide for them to begin.
Will not here win,
Glazed eyes of approval!
I am not the one to impress,
With the slickness of dress rehearsals!
And you can not deliver,
A performance felt from your gut at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State Of Play
You can hear the siren screaming
Take me to the promised land
See the intervention
Take you higher and higher
See we are the giving world
We are responsible
Were not about to break
Chorus
Its just a state of play
Its just a state of play
This is the revolution coming
With the giving world
No need to wait for your
Appointment is made
No need to ask for help, its in
The love we breathe
Dancing in the new design
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying monumental
Reaching to God love
Secret needing all I really
Want to know right now
The state of play
Are you looking at it
Is it looking at you
Chorus
No point in kidding let the
Children split the atom
A firm believer this appointment with love
All those who look for glory
They see the flags are flying
They hear the siren screaming
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying
All I really want to know
Right now, right now
(I want to be inside your heart)
I want to know right now is
This the state of play
Are you looking at it
song performed by by Yes
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State Of Play
You can hear the siren screaming
Take me to the promised land
See the intervention
Take you higher and higher
See we are the giving world
We are responsible
Were not about to break
Chorus
Its just a state of play
Its just a state of play
This is the revolution coming
With the giving world
No need to wait for your
Appointment is made
No need to ask for help, its in
The love we breathe
Dancing in the new design
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying monumental
Reaching to God love
Secret needing all I really
Want to know right now
The state of play
Are you looking at it
Is it looking at you
Chorus
No point in kidding let the
Children split the atom
A firm believer this appointment with love
All those who look for glory
They see the flags are flying
They hear the siren screaming
Chorus
Secret needing from this love Im feeding
High time flying
All I really want to know
Right now, right now
(I want to be inside your heart)
I want to know right now is
This the state of play
Are you looking at it
song performed by by Yes
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The Hype and Marketing of Medocrity
They belong to that generation,
That just isn't going to get it!
They are the ones adorned in 'bling'.
Life means for them to live externally.
The surface thinkers with no depth.
Reductive reasoning...
Has not a mind within them,
Where that kind of thought process...
Has of yet not met.
They belong to 'that' generation!
The folks who have no clue as to why?
But quick to plan for the 'when' and 'where'.
AND...
How much will it cost,
To take them 'there'.
Whenever and wherever there 'is'!
That's what we have done to these 'kids'.
Disconnected from thoughtfulness.
Wanting the end result...
Without putting discipline and hard work to the test.
That's what we have done to these 'kids'.
Many now adults...
Without enough common sense between them to share.
Or time to spare...
If it does not address self gratification.
And some of 'us' STILL expect greatness?
But...
Who is there in a mindset left to know,
What the better of best is?
To identify a greatness when it has been achieved?
Who can really today say what that even means?
Since the hype and marketing of medocrity...
Has made nonsense 'high' on low self esteem!
And those uptight who scream...
Do it!
But...
For what purpose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Humor has always been important to me. If there is a shield of faith that you can keep up against difficulties, humor is the Teflon coating.
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Length Of Its Visit
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake who does what and when.
Or how long it may take,
For those undecisive to make up their minds.
Those aging as time flys by them,
Seem to take a more notice of it drifting away.
And with an impatience shown towards those,
Wishing they knew of a remedy...
To keep themselves with time favored.
As if to flavor it with youthful flattery.
By a nipping or two to keep something tucked.
While time gives them more it to strut their stuff.
Who knew,
Only time taken...
Makes a definition of it,
Less easier to fake.
No matter how much moisterizing,
Is applied to disguise track marks on one's face.
Only time taken to make good use of it,
Seems to deliver to those doing it left...
With a comprehension of the benefits.
Without trying to erase its existence.
And acknowledging whatever it is,
They have been given to witness...
Isn't sitting around awaiting for them,
To make decisions on the length of its visit.
And who knew time could care less,
How with limits it is addressed.
To dismiss or curtail its effectiveness.
Time does come to leave when it pleases.
Regardless who accepts or denies what it is,
Whenever it blesses with its presence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The essence of independence has been to think and act according to standards from within, not without. Inevitably anyone with an independent mind must become "one who resists or opposes authority or established conventions": a rebel. If enough people come to agree with, and follow, the Rebel, we now have a Devil. Until, of course, still more people agree. And then, finally, we have --- Greatness.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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