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The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.

quote by Jules Renard
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The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving any excuse.

quote by Jules Renard
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Giving In

Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
Giving in may,
Not be the end of it
If,
What is done to another is offensive.

Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
And giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done to another is offensive.

Saying what is wrong to one,
May not be the right thing.
Especially if the other is a lover.
Who believes what is done,
Is okay and approved.
With an acceptance expected,
To be received as cool.

Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
And giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done is offensive.
And it is said and admitted.

Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
Giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done is offensive.
And an argument begins,
That is unended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A dinner invitation, once accepted, is a sacred obligation. If you die before the dinner takes place, your executor must attend.

quote by Ward McAllister
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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O my God excuse me

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Without borrowing and
Without stealing
It is quite impossible
To live with dignity
And what is dignity
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
Being human
I be committed to
Public cause
I am not able to do it
O God excuse me.

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
I am unable to practice
Tolerance and create
Nuisance
I am unable to understand
O God excuse me.

O my God excuse me
Excuse me.
The mistake I have done
And the punishment
I have got
O God excuse me
Excuse me.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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From the Lips

Excuse:
'I didn't want to see them like that.
That is why I didn't come by to see them,
Before they passed away.'

Excuse:
'I know I should have asked you
How you were doing!
But I was told you were doing fine,
And that's why I hadn't called! '

Excuse:
'Even though I know most of our relatives
Attended.
I didn't get an invitation.
My father got one.
I should have received one too! '

Excuse:
'I really didn't tell lies on you and things you did.
I just told them what I heard.
And when I saw you the other day,
You didn't speak to me.
But I didn't tell them you didn't see me...
And what I heard came from someone,
Who hasn't seen you at all! '

These excuses come from the lips,
Of those who will swear they know you!
Everything about you...
And more!

Why they stay amazed,
You would rather keep away from them...
Day and night to remain in peace,
Will not stop a dropp of their gossip!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invitation

I received your invitation;
sorry I will not be there.
After loving you for so long,
it would be too much to bear.
As the invitation slips through my fingers,
I remember how your love slipped away,
so I am sending back you invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
I don’t think you will miss me,
as he will be holding you tight.
I will only bring back bad memories
and you wouldn’t want them tonight,
so I am sending back your invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
For my dearest darling
it is the only and best way.

(Written in the 1960’s exact date unknown)

poem by David Harris
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Money

Make your mind up
Whos going to think for you?
When the time comes
Youll have to see it through
Use your instinct
And take a risk or two
Dont you worry
cause youll know what to do
You can give so
Much to me
But I dont want it
I will be free
For the last time
Im going out the door
You dont need me
To help you anymore
Eyes wide open
I see its different now
Keep your comfort
Ill get along somehow
You can have my money
I dont need it anymore
I dont need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Breakdown
You can have my money
I dont need it anymore
I dont need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Nothing good comes easily
Count the cost, I will be free
You can scream and disagree
I dont want it - I will be free
You can have my money
I dont need it anymore
I dont need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Nothing good comes easily
Count the cost, I will be free
You can scream and disagree
I dont want it - I will be free

song performed by by Human League
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I thank you for your kind invitation to introduce me to the president of the Republic. Since I have not been out of my atelier for two months, I have no appropriate costume for this circumstance. Please excuse me.

quote by Camille Claudel
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Beautiful end

It was all not for me for free
There was hidden cause for me
I had very trimmed and attractive body
It might have drawn anybody

I gently made entry in club
All eyes were upon me as if trying to rub
It as not unknown to me but a fact
I was damn lucky to know and act

“Hello, I am here, how are you”?
I just roamed eyes and looked through
It was not all that sincere invitation
But of course an open offer for relation

“You can be my life or possibly a partner”
Even though I am new to this and beginner
Can that become reality very soon?
I replied that it can be done even this noon

He was damn happy and expressed gratitude
I like his behavior and attitude
It was open invitation and offer
I had no reason to go against and differ

I do not which way the ship may turn around
I have tried and very lately found
He may prove sometimes a reliable friend
The search has come to now at beautiful end

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Socially Illiterate

Socially illiterate,
And using this as a depiction to motivate...
It has become quite refreshing to be ignored by those,
Who have awakened to discover...
Very few are seeking their acceptance.
Or wishing an invitation once approval has been granted.

'Why do they look upon you with disdain? '

~Is that what that is?
I'm glad I'm with you and you took the time to notice.~

'I can't help it.
They are staring.'

~Wave to them.
Maybe they will turn up their noses and look the other way.~
Who knows?
Perhaps the giving them your attention will offend them.~

'Why don't you do it? '

~Why?
Why should I waste a wave? ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man On The Side

six numbers
one more to dial
before i'm before you
i tried to call
been busy all night
gave up waiting at daylight
excuse me mrs. busybody
could you pencil me in when you can?
though we both know
that the worst part about it
is i would be free when you wanted me
if you wanted me
oh, i am the man on the side
hoping you'll make up your mind
i am the one who will swallow his pride
life as the man on the side
one of the many
but one of the few
to stand back and wait for you
excuse me mrs. busybody
could you pencil me in when you can?
though we both know that the worst part about it
is i would be free when you wanted me
if you wanted me
if you wanted me
oh, i am the man on the side
hoping you'll make up your mind
i am the one who will swallow his pride
life as the man on the side
life as the man on the side
i fell in love with a dream that i built of you
playing the part of the queen
taking my own advice
i'm giving up tonight
good luck to you and the king
excuse me mrs. busybody
could you pencil in?
though we both know that the worst part about it
is i would be free when you wanted me
if you wanted me
if you wanted me
i am the man on the side
hoping you'll make up your mind
i am the one who will swallow his pride
life as the man
you know life as the man
living life as the man on the side

song performed by by John Mayer
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Not knowing - no excuse

Not knowing - no excuse
Shutting eyes - no excuse
Keeping mum - no excuse
You are fool you are ignorant
No excuse no excuse
You are here to know
To know everything
Around you is life
Life is veiled by
Divine potency
And you know nothing
Faith and love and tear
Enable you to know everything
Devotion and surrender
Enable you to know everything
This world is to know
The more you know
The more you get success.
Not knowing - no excuse.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Woman In Me

Dancing close feeling restless
It's a slow and sultry night
It'll take a lifetime till sunrise if you won't stay with me tonight
Feel your breath caress my shoulder as your heart reads my mind
You don't have to tell me anything
I can see everything in your eyes
It's so easy with you
I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has ever touched of the woman in me

I might be trembling but I'm not scared
Just my desire breaking free
I've never had a chance like this before to unlock all the doors to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
Baby there's so much no man has even touched of the woman in me

Like the dark side of the full moon
I've never shown what I'm showing to you
It's so easy with you I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm feeling so free to be the woman in me
It's so easy with you. I don't need an excuse to be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe that I'm felling so free to be the woman in me

song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
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Duet

Milestone:

All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!

Hippy:

What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!

Both:

Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!

poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Giving Up On Love

Rick astley
Giving up on love
Giving up on love
I was so crazy about you, everyone knew
I couldnt sleep when I found out, yeah
You feel the way you do
So maybe its my turn now
To show you how I feel
So listen to what I say
cos these feelings I cant conceal
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
I dont believe that you need me
So dont say you do
There aint no reason for staying
We both know we are through
So dont try to stop me now
cos all we had has gone
(all we had has gone)
So listen to what I say
cos these feelings are oh so strong
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
So dont try to stop me now
cos all we had has gone
(all we had has gone)
So listen to what I say
cos these feelings are oh so strong
(choruses to fade)

song performed by by Rick Astley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Now Here So Vivid

Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.

How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.

Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.

And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.

Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.

Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.

Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuse them

Excuse them
They are wicked
They do not know
What they are saying
Excuse them
They do not know
What they are doing
They do not know
Proper use of words
They are wayward Excuse them
Excuse them.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Solution

No need to wonder - do you belong?
No need to worry
You can be strong
Dont disbelieve it
Let your fears go
There must be more to this life
And we all know
Deep inside
The solution
Staring you down
Looking for
The solution
Bringing you round
Round and round we go
Round and round we go
The past can haunt your future so
Shadows are falling look out below
Voices are calling echoes unknown
There must be more to this life than we all know
Looking for
The solution
Staring you down
Deep inside
The solution
Bringing you round
Giving it out
Giving it out
Do the best that you can do
Giving it out
Giving it out
Its all up to you
Giving it out
Giving it out
Do the best that you can do
Giving it out
Giving it out
Its all up to you
Its all up to you
Over and under and down we go
(down we go)
Caught at the crossroads - which way to go?
(path unknown)
Choosing the right path?
Only you know
Looking for
The solution
You hold the key
Deep inside
The solution
Set yourself free
Round and round we go
Round and round we go
Giving in, giving out
Do the best you can do
Giving in, giving out
Its all up to you
Giving in, giving out
Do the best you can do
Giving in, giving out
Its all up to you
Its all up to you
Its all up to you

song performed by by Yes
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The Solution

No need to wonder - do you belong?
No need to worry
You can be strong
Dont disbelieve it
Let your fears go
There must be more to this life
And we all know
Deep inside
The solution
Staring you down
Looking for
The solution
Bringing you round
Round and round we go
Round and round we go
The past can haunt your future so
Shadows are falling look out below
Voices are calling echoes unknown
There must be more to this life than we all know
Looking for
The solution
Staring you down
Deep inside
The solution
Bringing you round
Giving it out
Giving it out
Do the best that you can do
Giving it out
Giving it out
Its all up to you
Giving it out
Giving it out
Do the best that you can do
Giving it out
Giving it out
Its all up to you
Its all up to you
Over and under and down we go
(down we go)
Caught at the crossroads - which way to go?
(path unknown)
Choosing the right path?
Only you know
Looking for
The solution
You hold the key
Deep inside
The solution
Set yourself free
Round and round we go
Round and round we go
Giving in, giving out
Do the best you can do
Giving in, giving out
Its all up to you
Giving in, giving out
Do the best you can do
Giving in, giving out
Its all up to you
Its all up to you
Its all up to you

song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No One Benefits Or Receives

Why is it that a certain class of people,
Feel they can free themselves...
From committing the most horrendous deeds,
To excuse what is done...
At the taxpayers expense,
To get them much needed mental therapy?

And for a dime bag of nature grown weed,
Others not in this class...
Picked as felons,
And depicted to be on the wrong paths...
Are given sentences with time to sit in prisons,
To be rehabilitated back into a dysfunctional society.

Why is it that a certain class of people,
Feel they can free themselves...
From committing the most horrendous deeds,
To excuse what is done...
At the taxpayers expense,
To get them much needed mental therapy?

When a swift kick where they sit,
And done in public...
Would end such exorbitant fees,
No one benefits or receives...
As a return to retrieve a dividend.
But expected is a giving of a forgiveness.

And anyone with a consciousness witnessing this,
Knows this is a bunch of...

'Of What?
You didn't finish it.'

Use your imagination.
Do you really think I have to?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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