I have the necessary lack of tact.
quote by Ted Koppel
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Between Uncouth and Totally Disgusting
I have been told...
By some folks,
At times I lack tact!
I told them they were correct.
Since during those times,
I am not trying to find it at all!
In fact...
I am really going for ruthlessness.
And 'tact' is not generally a remembered quality,
I wish to leave.
If I achieve anything between uncouth,
And totally disgusting...
All has not been lost!
I have already qualified requirements,
For being outrageous.
So...
Don't find me at fault,
If I happen to be a bit slow to progress!
I am doing my best to fit in.
But the rules?
They keep changing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Animal Spirits (a Riff)
This is hard to say
(I so lack tact,)
But I've met a few
Nymphomaniacs;
And no one's ever
Ever been so kind
To bare without strings
Her behind.
But if you're traveling
My way
And are so inclined
Arch your back
So as to remind
poem by David McLansky
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A man may lack everything but tact and conviction and still be a forcible speaker; but without these nothing will avail... Fluency, grace, logical order, and the like, are merely the decorative surface of oratory.
quote by Charles Horton Cooley
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From What Is It Are They Freed?
Is a vacating of one's responsibility,
Okay just to label as immature?
Who endures the consequences?
And is it cost effective,
To agree with those who have made no investment...
Yet lack both tact and discipline,
Encouraged as they nourish irresponsible children?
When then grow to believe...
They are entitled to implement their misdeeds.
To declare themselves free?
And...
From what is it they are freed?
That does not come out of thin and lint dusting pockets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember This Lack of Conscience - 'For Maya Angelou'.
When time goes past and dithers not
One sees the blame that gathers moss
To feel akin with woe as one
I'll forgive myself and you to soldier on
Remember this lack of conscience when we meet
I was violated, raped and beaten within to provide a treat
Remember this lack of conscience when I get out
To see through with vision all I espy
Remember this lack of conscience which will know no bounds
To hideously transform love profound
Remember this lack of conscience when I am free
You will lose and you know me
Remember this lack conscience less you forget
That freedom is precious and not a threat
Remember this lack of conscience when the bars are bent
I will slip out into the depths of crass to vent
Remember this lack of conscience to come
The Devil has a new spawn and drum
Remember this lack of conscience gathering
To prove nothing but give a battering
Remember this lack of conscience wild
It has no remorse just like a child
Remember this lack of conscience like the Hawk
Which draws blood, looks on and gawks
Remember this lack of conscience with the Demon within
It's a Golem to clear the the Evil and get even
Remember this lack of conscience when you renege
The death of love can be ones grave
Remember this lack of conscience and tremor not
No fruit you bear or shall ever to care
Remember this lack of conscience that prevails
The trial is over and you have failed
Remember this lack of conscience and grow
To a woman that a man can know
Remember this lack of conscience that forgave
and now with Love sends you away
For Maya Angelou - ' Remember This Lack of Conscience'.
poem by Azriel Dreams
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Lining Track
This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Mo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about linin track
These ol boys are gonna break my back
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Down in the holler below the fleld
Angels working on the chariot wheel
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Mary and the babe was a sittin in the shade
Thinking on the money that I aint made
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Moses stood on the red sea shore
Gotta batten down the waves with a 2 by 4
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Now if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where moses stood
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Matthew, mark, luke and john
All them disciples dead and gone
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Mo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about lining track
These ol boys about to break my back
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Words and music by huddie ledbetter
song performed by by John Denver
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Lack of respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lack of respect
Lend us in hot oil
And now we are fried like vianas
Because we lack respect
Yes respect
Respect? Yes respect
Lead us to put our feet inside the packet
And look now
We have fallen so hard in the ground
Because we lack respect
We had foolish remarks
Asked personal question
And proved to the world how jealous we are
Because we lack respect
We questioned facilitator than scenario
How? Because we lack respect for our colloquies
Because we mesmerize twaddle
We are futile
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will.
quote by Vince Lombardi
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Excrementitiously Packed
Can an offensive statement
Purposely said...
Heard and digested
Be excused?
Then taken back...
Elating those with equal lack of tact!
As if not stated,
To distort without fact?
Because one 'adorned' in position,
Believes they've been commissioned
To address with a 'throned' mission
To disperse a 'godly' reason to attack!
Excrementitiously packed...
That's where people like this need to be,
Tossed and shacked!
And ceremoniously sacked like the manure,
And other crap...
To infest with other beliefs,
They have climbed to 'elected' power
To breed upon those who grieve!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having Not a Thought to Express
Had someone ever asked you a question?
And you answered with an honest response?
To get into a debate,
Over how your answer was delivered?
Although the content was not the issue,
As much as the way it was done.
And then that person tells another,
What you had said...
That should have been said with more tact!
Then you find yourself,
Wishing to have not responded at all.
And if you had done that...
You would have been accused,
Of being thoughtless.
To leaving your point of view,
Butchered.
And discussed by others,
To dissect and attack.
And at times having not a thought to express...
Can leave you at the mercy,
Of those who will decide for themselves...
What it is you think!
How you think!
And about what!
The beliefs you have,
And your lack of concern!
With advice that spreads to others...
It would be best to ignore you.
Because you 'think' you know too much!
And,
You always have something to say...
To have things done your way.
And,
You take that as a clue...
To do just that,
To keep your peace of mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understandably, no peace can sustained when people continue to suffer from hunger, lack of jobs, lack of basic public services - and most of all - lack of opportunity or hope.
quote by Mikhail Saakashvili
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The march of love
Love marches are not alike.
Who ambles to love withal?
With widows that lack sanction.
Who doeth love trot withal?
With youths that lack fear.
Who gallops it withal?
With paramours that lack patience.
Who stay love still withal?
With the old that lack response.
09.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It's a Two Way Street
Some folks can not accept directness.
Especially if they have attempted to hide themselves,
Behind walls of protective insecurities.
They would like to voice their opinions,
With critique and judgements passed.
Hoping no one finds their state of mind,
Faltering with self delusion!
Directness gets to the heart of this.
One who does it is depicted as insensitive.
Or lacks tact.
However it is done,
One who is direct can not hold back!
And some on the receiving end feeling attacked...
Should apply and use it,
To restore a confidence.
Instead of masquerading one they lack!
It's a two way street.
And one should determine not to always travel it,
With intentions to arrive at their destination...
Just one way!
When someone has something to say...
No matter what it is,
Be willing to listen!
Even if the inclination is to resist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirt Filled Curtains
the pain of art darkens.an angel harkens.a killer picks his choices.he still hears their voices.they say play in the field, the killing field, always was the deal.a silly green balloon filled with air of doom.to dragoons, dont bemoan the fact that you lack tact.you can have paris hilton back.she lacks the act of acts, my favorite bible book, in fact.be in the morning dew cause im after you.after two are murdered i wont hurt her mama, i got bills to pay, love obama.the stretcher carried the body, she was a naughty hottie, now the lot where she was found is shaded down, her case lay in the ground.
poem by Chris Bowen
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This Lack of Trust
this lack of trust,
from years of hurt and abuse
i try to let it go
but it's just no use
i get so confused
everything seems like lies
and not being able to trust
is one thing i despise.
this lack of trust
keeps me up all night
wondering, thinking..
should I give up or fight?
i want to believe
all the words that you say
i want to have faith
but it's been taken away.
this lack of trust,
i know it's upsetting,
but it's a direct result
of the pain I keep getting
when i finally give in
allow myself to believe
i get stabbed and punished
and brought to my knees
this lack of trust,
oh please be patient
because im definitly a risk
that needs to be taken
please give me your time
to build up my trust
because when it happens
we'll make a beautiful us.
poem by Nick Downer
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Horatio
His portrait hung upon the wall.
Oh how at us he used to stare.
Each Sunday when I made my call! --
And when one day it wasn't there,
Quite quick I seemed to understand
The light was green to hold her hand.
Her eyes were amorously lit;
I knew she wouldn't mind at all.
Yet what I did was sit and sit
Seeing that blankness on the wall . . .
Horatio had a gentle face,--
How would my mug look in his place?
That oblong of wall-paper wan!
And while she prattled prettily
I sensed the red light going on,
So I refused a cup of tea,
And took my gold-topped cane and hat--
My going seemed to leave her flat.
Horatio was a decent guy,
And when she ravished from her heart
A damsite better man than I,
She seemed to me,--well, just a tart:
Her lack of tact I can't explain.
His picture,--is it hung again?
poem by Robert William Service
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It All Starts Now
Too many people act as if hope is dead. Just watch the movies, the news, really look at how people treat each other in the office, on the streets. So much pretense, hostility, arrogance, silent killings, so little kindness, patients, appreciation, understanding love and generosity. If people really had faith, if they really believe, in their heart, in their depths they would not be this way. One of the first steps to end the insanity is to face our destructive desires, born and perpetuated out of a lack of love, Lack of EMPATHY, lack of courage, lack of vision. It all starts now. It all ends now. We choose every moment.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Understanding The Lack Of What We Are
what we sorely
lack we do not
talk about, afraid
that this may lead
only to the destruction
of our bridge
our love knows
that time always
keeps its hands
moving, and we
soon accept that
this lack is part of
the house of love,
in fact, what we
lack built us the
spaces for windows
to exist for doors
to be real, and so
here we are now
still one, no one is
a shadow here,
a true soul cannot
project it...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wars Being Waged In My Head
The black death has got too me.
Shoot me full of pain killers because of such a simple gash.
Such aghast.
I think way to fast.
My decisions aren't so well thought out.
There more of a slip a tongue.
I accidentally say what should be played.
This is my life.
And its in such a disarray.
It's like a chess board with none of the pieces in there right places.
Shuffle them up.
Another hiccup, wars are being waged in my head.
Some days I want to listen to whats being said.
But alas I resist the temptation, at least till the dust settles.
The coffee in the kettle is always best served black.
Do I lack the proper tact.
Is it a wait and see game?
I wish I could forget all the names.
Whose really to blame?
I got it pushed upon me, don't you see.
I guess you cant win when the shades are too black.
I think its time to write a new contract.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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