With Judgements To Pass

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Seldom are the ones who are heard,
To criticize with judgements to pass...
On others sacrificing their time,
With tasks to get done...
Come forward to volunteer their assistance.
Or investigate the welcoming of it!

And when those sweating with effort and headaches...
Begin to take notice,
That very few express appreciation of their blood bled to drip...
For the deeds they do with clear attempts to accomplish,
They refuse immediately the doing of anything else.
To 'then' upset the ones who have expressed indignation!

'Say WHAT?
I don't believe this.'

With appalling feelings to be felt,
Seek they do to find someone else other than themselves...
Who they perceive would be better qualified,
To endure through their ignorance and applied nonsense.
And...
Also capable to tolerate their supervised indecisions made.
While they sit back and berate,
In the best of uncomprising and inappropriate style...
Any and all suggestions that recommend,
Everyone should at least agree to how success is achieved.
Without becoming offended by anyone who mentions,
How listening with a discipline and giving respect...
To benefit the getting of 'hopeful' remnants of it!

'Did you hear him call us 'stupid'?
I almost choked on my chicken wing.'

~No. Not exactly.
However...
It was implied!
I think we should decide on someone else.
Someone we know,
That will not provoke us with 'ulterior' motives.~

'I agree.
How about someone we like that dresses nice.
And impresses with expectation.
Someone who doesn't take these meetings so seriously.'

~Hmmm.
We had that kind before.
You know...
We have never had anyone that tap danced.~

'You're right.
Why din't I think of that?
Let's review that short list again.'

Comments about With Judgements To Pass

I like the theme in your poem Lawrence.keep writting.can you please read my poems


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