I enjoyed debate on the floor but it's not really debate in the same way.
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I've enjoyed doing Wolf Blitzer's program, and I even enjoyed having a heated debate with Bill O'Reilly. I will do it any time.
quote by Bianca Jagger
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Stretch Out And Wait
On the high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(i really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(i really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, i don't know
What i do know is we're here and it's now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
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To Fidget And Squirm
You challenge me to debate?
That's great.
You name the time, place and date.
And I prefer to do this,
Without the presence of note taking.
What is the topic you have picked to slate?
I anticipate this.
I can not wait.
'I will have to research that.
You are a bit too eager,
To be seen the fool I wish to make.
Too eager you are.
I'll have to pick on another,
To debate on my terms.
It is you and not me,
I want others to see publicly squirm.'
Oh, no problem.
I thought you were seriously prepared.
'To debate? '
No.
To fidget and squirm.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stretch Out & Wait
On the high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
Its the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(I really dont know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(I really dont know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, I dont know
What I do know is were here and its now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When theres no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
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As you look around the country there are still a significant number of states where their whole school debate is over school funding and we've been focused on the quality debate for most of the '90s.
quote by John Engler
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Most of the debate over the cultures of death and life is about process. The debate focuses on the technology available to determine how we prolong life and how and when we end it.
quote by Suzanne Fields
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The Only Debate I Wish To Have With My Neighbor
The only debate I wish to have with my neighbor,
Is over two million dollars I gave to them.
Oppose to the one million I had promised,
But made a decision I could afford to give them more.
And they insisted my gift was far too generous.
That would be the only debate,
I'd consider not a waste of my time...
'With' something received that is beneficial.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I took the Canal Zone and let Congress debate; and while the debate goes on, the canal does also.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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I don't Like You
I, my, fly, die, shy, sigh, guy, bye
gone, flown, cone, drone, blown, away
hay, hey, neigh
Cry, my, guy, yigh, goodbye
wait, hate, gate, crate, weight
even some debate
Watch out! or you'll trip over escape
While I poke you with debate
And escalate mole hills
Into mountain ranges
'equate'
poem by Midnights Voice
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God Bless Speech & Debate
Neon lights, news files
Camera flashes, radio fires
The table is set, the crowd owes bet.
The debate is on, the world goes on.
The leader stands up, the listener follows up.
The noise breaks the silence, the voice shatters the resistance!
God blesses Speech & Debate!
Because since the beginning of the history,
And so long for the End of the history,
Every man of great leadership,
The man of peace, the man of freedom,
The man of equality, the man of independence,
Was neither numb nor speechless!
God blesses Speech & Debate!
Because since the beginning of the history,
And so long for the End of the history,
Every man of great fortune,
The man of steel, the man of oil,
The man of automobile, the man of computer,
Was neither dumb nor speechless!
poem by Doo Wan Nam
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There is zero debate about whether the world is getting warmer. That is a fact, a measured fact. There is some debate, although not much anymore, about what's causing the world to get warmer. And the consensus, by far is that it's us.
quote by Peter Barnes
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Ready to Dish
The only thing I debate,
Is whether your love saturates.
You say it is unconditional
But there are conditions...
You contemplate!
My schedule is quite tight.
And you know I may show up late.
Why when I arrive for a date with you,
You tell me you hate to wait?
That is no statement to make!
The only thing I debate...
Is whether your love saturates.
And if it does
You seem ready to 'dish'
Something heated much more,
Than I can take?
Much more than what's served on my plate!
A cold shoulder is not my taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go With The Momentum
When I was a child I remember vividly,
This young woman reaching for sheets to hang...
In one of the community spaces used,
To hang and dry washed clothes.
And I wondered to myself,
While watching from our second floor three room apartment.
Shared by my sister and parents...
If those sheets hung,
Were hand washed.
'I like it.
This is a touching personal interest story,
We can introduce during the next debate.
And remember...
To look right into the camera,
As your lower lip begins to quiver.'
What about a tear?
Let me repeat it again.
With a tear at the end.
'Only from the left eye.
That's when we give you a closeup.
Then begin to lower your head.'
Don't you think,
That would be overly dramatic?
'Of course it is.
But we have to go with the momentum.
That last debate and your appearance,
Left everyone stunned.
Go deeper emotionally.
It will guarantee another win.
Take a ten minute break.
And we will begin again from the top.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holiday Debate
Happy holiday they say with a smile, even though they’re in denial,
All around man’s legitimate reason, why we even have this season,
When men and women all about earth, reflect on The Savior’s birth,
Through celebration and praise, as men lift up the Ancient of Days.
There are people on each side, who in Christ, do and do not abide,
Who do refuse to even celebrate, the season some may even hate,
Those, who truly love The Lord, say this season should be ignored,
While those with no religious belief, fill the season with undue grief.
Some peoples dispute the date, adding the calendar to the debate,
Using the harvest time as a reason, to discredit the holiday season;
There’re some who could care less, about a time many call blessed,
While they go on about their way; as for them, it is just another day.
No matter what the debate may be, another holiday all men will see,
Most men, again will participate, while others, continue their debate,
Friend, if you indeed participate, just how will your family celebrate?
Will your holiday be a secular kind, or a season with Christ in mind?
Whatever your view of this holiday, God’s Word has so little to say,
But, much to say about The Son, Who came that day, for everyone,
God’s Son, Who came with Salvation, for all men from every nation,
Is coming again, as King to receive, all those, who sincerely believe.
(Copyright ©07/2010)
Yesterday
Today is lived.
And there they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
Another day is lived!
And there they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
And yet another day to them comes.
And there they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
Few if any live in the 'now'.
Or have their eyes on tomorrow.
Because...
There they stay,
In heated debate.
About what took place,
Yesterday.
And who did what and when.
How they dressed!
And what impressed them.
With recalled expressions on their faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ONGOING CANADIAN ELECTION Apr 2nd,2011
There are issues our Canadian politicians tend to avoid,
Like a deep hole in the road at least a half a mile wide,
Binding referendums and death with dignity are only two,
Plus the issue of compulsory voting which is overdue.
Having a debate about a debate any time any place,
On radio, on TV, on the Internet right in your face,
They want to be the first in line to tell you what to do,
But no binding referendums for them and what they should do.
They can appoint friends to the Senate and Supreme Court when they like,
These judges and senators can’t be voted in and some stay for life,
There’s no proportional representation in our first-past-the-post,
Where the combined opposition usually have many more votes.
Apr 2nd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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No Need To Mourne
Canadian politicians have issues they tend to avoid,
Like a hole in the road at least a half a mile wide,
Binding referendums and death with dignity are only two,
Plus compulsory voting and abortions, long overdue.
They are having a debate about a debate any time or place,
On radio, on TV, on the Internet or in your face,
They want to be first in line to tell you what to do,
Touchy subjects, can’t say this, or mention anything overdue.
Was your grandson killed at the abortion clinic before he was born?
Was it all an official secret where no one needed to mourn?
Memories that never came or went thanks to the Supreme Court,
Dressed up in their Santa Clause suits in their Ottawa fort.
poem by James Bredin
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Say Something
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
If anyone had good intentions,
Wouldn't you think,
Those intentions clearly...
Would be done and not mentioned?
It's like someone who has an expectation.
And the rising of excitement,
That teases with anticipation.
A frustration enters,
When disappointment arrives.
And here it is...
Excuses and lies!
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
And you are left sitting to wonder,
Between hesitation and comments to make.
But your lips remain sealed.
However...
Your eyes are not connected,
To an expected acceptance of your patience.
'You look as if you can kill me!
Say something.
I meant to call you.
You know that.
Say something.
Say 'something'...
Anything! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Is the Whoopie Goosed From You
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Tingled were sensations,
A few dollars had amused.
Now you're quite upset.
Regrets are now your pets.
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Morning and noon too,
You feel you've been screwed.
And nobody's there...
To give a damn or care!
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Valued Peace Comes
When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
The fading need to converse on the telephone.
The desire of experiencing nature walks alone.
The freedom enjoyed to be away from debate!
And people who seem to wait for the next argument.
When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
How that feels.
Or the thankfulness appreciated.
It is as if the mind has healed,
From an unconscious self inflicted abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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