I tell my friends about my conversations with my father - conversations with an artist.
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People Once Sought
Conversations have lost comforts,
Of mutual exchange.
Forced engagements now depend,
On premeditated thoughts...
Once enjoyed but now has ended.
And abandoned curiousities
Seemed to have peaked and shallowed.
But no one dares to admit something is missing.
People once sought to share conversations...
Are finding their presence disapproved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funny Conversations
Sitting in Barnes and Noble I overhear,
“That’s nothing my dear,
My mother, father and sister died in the same year.
and I never really tell anyone this,
so don’t look like such a mess.”
Now, this sounds like a tragedy,
I laughed to myself is more like a comedy.
It was like an over exaggeration,
why would a lady say it so loud,
for this kind of situation.
Sitting in McDonalds I over hear an idiom,
“He doesn’t have a pot to piss in,
or a window to throw it out of”
I laughed to myself for I never heard the last phrase,
It was so funny it made my day.
Now you can hear funny conversations everywhere,
if you care to listen and be aware…
of the funny things that people do say,
their conversations might brighten your day.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 21,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Talks With The Dead
He converses too often
with the dead. The talks
Remembered, taken in
Deep the words said.
He sorts through afterwards
The conversations, what
Was said by who to whom,
And how was said. And as
He spoke took in the eyes
Of those speaking, the open
Happiness there, the lack
Of worries, absence of fear
Of their mortality, being there
In that other place, just a finger
Tip, a cool breath’s feel away.
He sees them, they pass by,
Time of no concern, no pressures
For them anymore, just the talking,
Soft conversations with those
Who have moved on, those who
Felt death’s kiss and touch over much.
poem by Terry Collett
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They Love But They Were Never Loved In Return
and there they are
inside the room of beauty
and lonely conversations
they roam the world
unable to learn the art of permanence
the lessons
of staying in one place and be sober
they love that much
and give themselves all in the name of love
yet they are never loved
in return
the reason why they go from one place to another
like gypsies
looking for love on dark nights till dawn
till the weary morning
till noonday
and till the night comes again
howling and teasing them
loving so loving
and yet so unloved
it is nature's curse
a spell not broken till the end
and so i see them in this room of beauty
and lonely conversations
they cut my hair and clean me
with powder and their brushes
until the floor is filled
with what i am shedding off
and then i leave them again
and visit them
as often as i feel dirty
and unshaven
missing the lonely conversations
the hush of loves always unrequited
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.
quote by Margaret Lee Runbeck
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They Show Up In Droves At Funerals
I know of a place,
Where people know others
By what has been told to them.
People will say, 'Oh, I know 'them'.
I heard this and that! '
And they have had not one convesation at all.
Not with that person.
Even those related...
However they are related.
'See' each other their entire lives...
And know absolutely nothing about the other.
However...
They show up in droves at funerals.
To make pointless conversations.
And roll their eyes at those...
Because someone said they said something,
About someone else.
And they had the 'nerve' to appear to pay
Their respects!
These places exist.
Without conversations being shared,
By either the ones who have departed...
Or,
By those standing in line to feed themselves...
During the repast!
Some will take food to go.
As if at a fast food restaurant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conversations (AKA Unfinished Business)
Conversations through the phone
raises issues that still impact
on indigenous Australians. There
is also a message of hope!
Imagination, creativity, art, dance,
music, and inventive conversations.
Positive expressions of Indigenous
survival.
Mr Prime Minister, The Mayor,
young folk, warriors without
treaties, the wider community . . .
The message as always,
even though we smile.
Land Rights, sovereignty, no more
crap, ignorance and unabated racism.
poem by Lisa Bellear
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My parents went crazy when they found out that I had gotten the part in Conversations With My Father! I'd never given acting a thought. They were proud of me and very encouraging.
quote by David Krumholtz
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I don't come to tournaments to make friends, to go to parties, to hold conversations. I come to be the best, and I'm not mean and cruel and dirty.
quote by Venus Williams
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Defending my Insanity
I’ve had conversations with the rain
Both night and day we talk
It told me how things will be
When I’m sitting naked in the rain
Nothing feels the same
The people that see me whisper
“he must be insane just sitting there
naked in the rain”
But what does anybody else know?
I ask my weather friend
I ask the rain advice
Some direction for this life
And I listen…
It answers without reply
So get dressed and go inside
I’ve had conversations with the rain
It chooses not to speak to me
But I’ll talk with it again
poem by Nicolas 'Kokonutz' Kokonas
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In His Hands
Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
song performed by by Nirvana
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Lessons From Natalie
I'm so glad you are on the planet' was the message left,
It was on my birthday, it was a nice gift.
It was from Natalie who helped me with life,
she had developed energy skills to deal with strife.
I worked with her on my programs to remove,
remove from my aura and give me a better groove.
She answered questions about God which was great,
I confirmed in 'Conversations With God' as of late.
Now I know I have learned and grown,
Life makes sense from conversations on the phone.
Predictions of the future are said by a lots of sages,
it is also on Natalies webpages.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Conversations
Something changing
The secret is building
Almost over and somehow seems a beginning
Losing focus
It must be boring
Looking forward never turns out the wrong way
Conversations alone
Complicate us together on our own
Conversations alone
So alone
No one calling
But someone is bound to reply
No one out there
But someone hears every word
I know were playing the same game
Easing the conscience by
The road was taken
The path led on
Til a new ones left to clear
The signals given
The show turned on til emotion cut too near
The road was taken
The path led on
The signals given
The show turned on
Still receiving
And still believing
The time that you take isnt gone
Keep us from together on our own
Together on our own
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse
Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldnt want to fake it, and Im tired of this dream (not sure about this sentence)
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in june.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I dont care
Wouldnt want to fake it, well I dont mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldnt want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I dont care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I dont care
Were not gonna make it, well I dont mind
Wouldnt want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they dont know
Taking medications till my stomachs full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I dont love him, I dont care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we dont care in his room
From outcesticide ii.
song performed by by Nirvana
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What Difference Does That Make?
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
People have done this,
And for years make claims what they know.
When in actuality they know not a thing.
Not about the people they talk about or the surroundings.
And these are the folks who are expressing disbelief.
Whether it is about something done or what has been achieved,
Right next door.
Or the kind of lifestyle a relative lives and not one perceived.
There are people who have complete conversations,
Discussing other people they have yet to meet.
And when they see them in the streets they give them attitude.
Without one word ever shared or a hand extended to greet.
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
'Hello.
I'd like to introduce myself...
Since no one else has done it.
And I don't want to be like them.
I'd like to establish a process,
That has a start that progesses to a middle...
And grows to produce positivity that never ends.'
~You know I know you.
Stop playing around.~
'What's my real name?
Not my nickname.'
~What difference does that make?
We still gon' be related.
What's your real name anyway?
I never knew that.~
'And you say you know me?
How? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lessons From Natalie
“I’m so glad you are on the planet” was the message left,
It was on my birthday, it was a nice gift.
It was from Natalie who helped me with life,
she had developed energy skills to deal with strife.
I worked with her on my programs to remove,
remove from my aura and give me a better groove.
She answered questions about God which was great,
I confirmed in “Conversations With God” as of late.
Now I know I have learned and grown,
Life makes sense from conversations on the phone.
Predictions of the future are said by a lots of sages,
it is also on Natalies webpages.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 26,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.
quote by Edvard Munch
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Poem As Conversations
a poem for ramona
and a poem for jean and a poem for candice
and a poem too for yuri
and a poem too for emma and another poem for hannah
and another poem for allan
and the rest of the clan
they are but
conversations sticking to my mind
and through these poems
i replay them
and you think these are not poems at all
precisely, these are conversations of the living
the living word
the word that still cohabits with us
we let them out from our mouths
but you do not wish to recover them
did you mean them all to be said
with the terms and conditions of truth?
i am recording them
and i am replaying them through these lines
i look where truth
lies
i find some and keep them
and these are these
on these lines
a poem for you a poem for the world that we all make
what we say is what we get
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The United States is a strong and ardent ally of Israel. The fact of the matter is that friends can disagree. I think what's important is that world leaders are able to sit down with one another, have frank conversations and move forward.
quote by Valerie Jarrett
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