We are too busy mopping the floor to turn off the faucet.
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Domestic Shades-25
Her resilience is like a danseuse
Involved with elegant loyalty
And that is the most I admire
In every visit to my daughter's place
Where her maid Dhanam, here I mean
Has inspired by her mopping style
Holding the stick gentle in firm grip
Mopping determined in firm swabbings...
And the sparkling floor charms
Ever to follow Dhanam's style
which when I was trying out
In easy-done mood one day
I felt an angry gaze at my back
Which I knew from whom
And a day later my tiny grand-daughter
When did the same
She too felt at her back an angry gaze
Which she too knew from whom
And still a day later
Dhanam when began with her style
The mop-stick on its turn stared
At Dhanam's fiery grumblings
Over its non-co-operation
And she too felt behind an angry gaze
Which all knew was my daughter's
Meaningful in unuttered words
Thrown on me pointed..'All because of you'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Big Bad Bill (is Sweet William Now)
Well,way down yonder in louisville,
Lived a cat named big bad bill,
I wants to tell ya,
Ah the cat was rough and tough and would strutt his stuff
Had the whole town scared to death,
When he walked by they all held their breath,
Hes a fighting man, sure enough
And then bill got himself a wife,
Now he leads a different life...
Big bad bill is sweet william now,
Married life done changed him somehow,
Hes the man the town used to fear,
Now they all call him sweet pappa willie dear,
Stronger than samson I declare,
Til the brown skinned woman,
Bobbed his hair
Big bad bill dont fight any more,( no he dont )
Doing the dishes,mopping up that floor ( yes he is )
Well he used to go out drinking,
Looking for a fight,
Now he gotta see that woman,everynight,
Big bad bill is sweet william now
Ah play it boys.
I likes that jazz.
Big bad bill dont fight any more,( no he dont )
Doing the dishes,mopping up that floor ( yes he is )
Well he used to go out drinking,
Looking for a fight,
Now he gotta see that woman,everynight,
Big bad bill is sweet william now ( doing the dishes )
Big bad bill is sweet william now ( mop up dat floor )
Big bad bill is sweet william now
Cha........ yeah!
song performed by by Van Halen
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Big Bad Bill
Well,way down yonder in louisville,
Lived a cat named big bad bill,
I wants to tell ya,
Ah the cat was rough and tough and would strutt his stuff
Had the whole town scared to death,
When he walked by they all held their breath,
He's a fighting man, sure enough
And then bill got himself a wife,
Now he leads a different life...
Big bad bill is sweet william now,
Married life done changed him somehow,
He's the man the town used to fear,
Now they all call him sweet pappa willie dear,
Stronger than samson i declare,
Til the brown skinned woman,
Bobbed his hair
Big bad bill dont fight any more,( no he dont )
Doing the dishes,mopping up that floor ( yes he is )
Well he used to go out drinking,
Looking for a fight,
Now he gotta see that woman,everynight,
Big bad bill is sweet william now
Ah play it boys.
I likes that jazz.
Big bad bill dont fight any more,( no he dont )
Doing the dishes,mopping up that floor ( yes he is )
Well he used to go out drinking,
Looking for a fight,
Now he gotta see that woman,everynight,
Big bad bill is sweet william now ( doing the dishes )
Big bad bill is sweet william now ( mop up dat floor )
Big bad bill is sweet william now
Cha........ yeah!
song performed by by Van Halen
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No One Around Notices
An opened mouth,
Running with nothing learned coming out.
Will be the same mouth,
Running with nothing learned coming out.
Year after year after year.
And...
Can be compared to a leaking faucet...
One promises to get fixed.
But doesn't.
And...
That is more irritating to listen to,
Than the sound coming from a faucet...
Gushing flowing water,
Endangering to flood a floor...
As a sink fills,
For the first time done.
And no one around notices,
Or is paying attention.
But the steady nonsense dripped from one's lips,
Is powerful enough to cause one a headache.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Here Has Been Invited To Do The Boogey
With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay.
And a-picking the tobacco...
Everyday until the Sun fades away,
Reminisces up my ancestors.
With a reminiscing up their lives...
And what it takes,
For me to stay...
As I am this day today.
Is a reason why I pride my dignity.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
No time to do a hi-dee-hey!
And no time to drink up my hard earned pay,
To be buzzed around...
From midnight until dawn!
No...
No time to do a hi-dee-hey.
And no time to drink up my hard earned pay...
To whisper gossip,
With a nonstop to dropp it.
Like if I cropped it.
To then sweep a floor...
As I whistled while mopping it.
No!
With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay.
And a-picking the tobacco...
Everyday until the Sun fades away,
No!
To then sweep a floor...
As I whistled while mopping it.
No!
Like if I cropped it,
With a nonstopping to it?
No!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
'Uh...
You?
The 'artist'!
I like your footwork.
But no one here has been invited to do the boogey!
Got that?
Good!
Now do your chores! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Honeymoon Is Over
The honeymoon is over
And he has left for work
Whistling something obvious from La Boheme
And carrying a brown calfskin attache case
I never dreamed he was capable of owning,
Having started the day
With ten pushups and a cold shower
Followed by hearty breakfast.
(What do we actually have in common?)
The honeymoon is over
And I am dry-mopping the floor
In a green Dacron dry-mopping outfit from Saks,
Wondering why I'm not dancing in the dark,
Or rejecting princes,
Or hearing people gasp at my one-man show,
My god, so beautiful and so gifted!
(The trouble is I never knew a prince.)
The honeymoon is over
And we find that dining by candlelight makes us squint,
And that all the time
I was letting him borrow my comb and hang up his wet
raincoat in my closet
I was really waiting
To stop letting him.
And that all the time
He was saying how he loved my chicken pot pie,
He was really waiting
To stop eating it.
(I guess they call this getting to know each other.)
poem by Judith Viorst
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Some Comments Assisted With Added Doodles
I have yet,
To go to the sink...
To turn on the faucet.
What you hear,
Is the tapping of my pen...
Beginning,
I hope...
To compose something of interest.
I've made some comments,
Assisted with added doodles...
If you'd like to see them?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Egypt
(words & music by leiber - stoller)
I went and bought myself a ticket and I sat down in the very first row
They pulled the curtain but then when they turned the spotlight way down low
Little egypt came out a-struttin wearin nothin but a button and a bow
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
She had a ruby on her tummy and a diamond big as texas on her toe
She let her hair down and she did the hoochie-coochie real slow
When she did her special number on the zebra skin I thought shed stop the show
Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
She did her triple somersault and when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience and then she turned around
She had a picture of a cowboy tatooed on her spine
Said, phoenix, arizona 1949
Yeh, let me tell you people little egypt doesnt dance there anymore
Shes too busy mopping and a-takin care of shopping at the store
cos weve got seven kids and all day long they crawl around the floor
Singing ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Barreness Of A Busy Life
Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
(Socrates)
bored as barren
a body that is bone-dry,
a walk in the desert,
dry as dust,
moistureless existence
lips parched,
a thirsty soul,
a life waterless
busy, busy, busy,
that is what you are.
beware, for soon
in seeking life
busy, busy, busy,
you lose it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Metamorphosis
a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed
cleaned the toilet
the bathtub
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and
my hair.
then
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
noe I sit in all this perfection.
it is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in
disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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With Discipline, Initiative And Priority
As a kid,
I use to want for those wishes.
With my eyes focused on dreams.
But my first lessons learned,
Were to how to use a broom.
With a mopping of a floor.
And how to wash a dish...
After I finished using it.
And personal hygiene,
I had been taught very early...
Were the basics connected,
To any wish and dream I envisioned...
With discipline, initiative and priority.
'Gee Ma!
How come I can't go out to play,
Like a normal child? '
~You will find a lot of time to do that.
Trust me.
But right now...
I'm not looking for normalcy.
Is that understood? ~
'Do I have a choice? '
~Sure you do.
Do as I say or suffer the consequences.
And...
If I hear any more of your 'lip',
You just might end up doing both.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Taj Mahal of the still mind
How I suspect ‘busy’ people…
Who said that spirituality
has anything to do with busyness..?
They turn enthusiasm into 'duty';
turn duty into guilt...
How I love those people
who always have time for anyone..
they are like swans:
serenity above; activity below;
never busy; always active;
floating white, serene, unruffled,
like swans; like lotus flowers;
like love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Down Down
Getting busy
Cannot stop from calling the groove
Getting busy
Cannot stop from calling the groove
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
Feeling sexy, dirty thing got his eyes on me
Walks up close, took a stroke, getting down dirty
This is what you want
I'll make it so it goes on the floor
I'll have him begging for more
What you see's, what you're getting
You for me, you will stick it
It's so hot, in this kitchen
So baby let go
Wind yourself around and grab ahold and ride down
You gotta get down down
You gotta get down down
Feel the rythem driving, everybody's thriving
You gotta get down down
You gotta get down down
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
Would I like baggy jeans got the hip hop style
Come and slick my embrace take my number down
Well it's for fun I know it turns you on
Wanna bump and grind with me
Pull it out of the bag, yeah yeah
Wind yourself around and grab ahold and ride down
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down (down down)
Feel the rythem driving, everybody's thriving
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down (down down)
What you see's, what you're getting
You for me, you will stick it
It's so hot, in this kitchen
I'm so ready to go, ooh
Wind yourself around and grab ahold and ride down
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down (down down)
Feel the rythem driving, everybody's thriving
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down (down down)
Wind yourself around and grab ahold and ride down
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down (down down)
Feel the rythem driving, everybody's thriving
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down (down down)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
You gotta get down down
(Getting busy)
(Cannot stop from calling the groove)
song performed by by Sugababes
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Busy
Everyone I called today
only a few words to say
'I am so busy'
Are you so busy that when your friend needs you
you turn them away.
How many times must I call you until I never do again?
No one will listen and everyone is so busy.
Stop and listen to a friend even if its a minute of your day.
It may be all they need so let go of your selfish ways.
Take a minute to hear there needs.......
Take a minute to be sincere....
It may be you next time? Be a true friend....
poem by Sita Cabrera
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I Could Have Easily Used A Simple Wrench
What do I think about the increase,
Of today's rising social ills?
I remember once having a leaking faucet.
I ignored the dripping of it for weeks.
One day it got on my nerves so bad,
I broke the handle off the faucet.
And tried to stop the gushing of water.
And ended up,
Having to have my entire bathroom remodeled.
And then decided to take out a loan,
To redo my entire home.
Only to discover,
The value of my home depreciated...
When the homes around me were being foreclosed.
And now I am stuck with a bill,
My grandchildren's children...
Will never be able to repay.
And everyday I say to myself...
I could have easily used a simple wrench,
To tighten a loosened nut!
And that would have stopped the dripping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflection
2 sevens together
Like time, indefinite
Trying to catch the glass
Before it falls
Without a frown
Can you turn up the stereo?
I wanna play you this old song about love (is it about love?)
Can I do that?
Did we remember to water the plants today?
I forgot to look up at the moon because
I was too busy, said I was too busy
I was too busy
Looking at you babe
Still it's nice to know
That, uh when bodies wear out
We can get another
What does that one thing have to do with the other one?
I don't know
I was just thinking about my mother
You know what
Turn the stereo back down
Ain't nothing worse than an old worn out love song
Tell me do you like my hair this way
Remember all the way back in the day
When we would compare who's afro was the roundest
Mirrored tiles above the bed
Fishing nets and posters all over the wall
Oh yes, sometimes
Sometimes i just wanna go sit out on the stool
And uh... play my guitar
Just watch all... all the cars go by...
song performed by by Prince
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Too Busy
Too busy rushing to get to the next 'high'.
Kept addicted and detached.
To busy too disconnect,
From anything associated with accountability.
Too busy entertaining delusions kept met,
With no regrets of dismissing a seriousness.
Too busy they are protesting,
A reality of life just met and upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rat 7
i imagine you at your office
perhaps at the 105th floor
and you are busy with your
usual paper works
everything about strategies
how to make more money
and deciding about other people's
lives, their properties and
their liberties
now, try imagining if i can still
imagine
if you can still imagine me?
oh well, forget about it.
i have other plans myself
and waiting for you at the ground floor
could be nothing
but a silly wish.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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