Life Among the Savages is a disrespectful memoir of my children.
quote by Shirley Jackson
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I have always distrusted memoir. I tend to write my memoirs through my fiction. It's easier to get to the truth by not claiming that you are speaking it. Some things can be said in fiction that can never be said in memoir.
quote by Armistead Maupin
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The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages - as if the savages weren't dangerous enough already.
quote by Edward Abbey
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Do Not Be Baited Into An Irritation
Be well!
With a protection done,
Of your mind, body and soul.
And don't be afraid to tell...
Anyone disrespectful,
Where to go...
From where you dwell.
Do not be baited into an irritation.
When you have earned a life received,
That has become freed of insecurities...
Do not let it up and leave,
No!
Not even temporarily.
To wear a despondency on your sleeve,
Only seems to please those envious.
Those who are quick to express their jealousies.
Be well!
With a protection done,
Of your mind, body and soul.
And don't be afraid to tell...
Anyone disrespectful,
Where to go...
From where you dwell.
Be well and don't accept invitations to debate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever It Is That Has Them Possessed
Your children exemplify,
Some of the most atrocious behavior...
We have ever witnessed.
They are disobedient, obnoxious...
Rude and disrespectful.
And they have no regard for others. Period!
'And...
What are you saying?
My children do not possess leadership qualities? '
No!
That may be true.
However...
Whatever it is that has them possessed,
We are requesting you take them elsewhere...
To allow that possession an outlet to thrive.
But here, their behavior is not condoned.
Oh...
And here is the brick your son threw through my window.
Yesterday!
I signed and dated it for you as a reminder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Thracian
Thracian parents, at his birth,
Mourn their babe with many a tear,
But, with undissembled mirth,
Place him breathless on his bier.
Greece and Rome, with equal score,
'O the savages!' exclaim,
'Whether they rejoice or mourn,
Well entitled to the name!'
But the cause of this concern
And this pleasure would they trace,
Even they might somewhat learn
From the savages of Thrace.
poem by William Cowper
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Jewel
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For your today's handsome
Thanks her for bye-gone days rebuke
For you are not the glory call short
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For making your shoulders wings
That now in the sky like birds
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being a witch to make you rein
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being unkind for your kindness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
..hawking locust'eans for you not to...
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For burning extra woods
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being blind for your goodness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For ashes for your existence
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Children with a piece of brain
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
All ye children!
That's of an ovule conceived
Always thanks your jewel
Whenever comes that memoir
That can't be erased in life dairy
In it death life call on her to dine
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Ne'er speaks of her a broken lips
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Always let her know, she's worth living
For all her yesteryear year fire bath
Are thy today's concrete
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Wherever she is
poem by sanusi samuel Akanni
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I Am Not That Giving
If you do not know what respect is.
And you wish for me to point out to you,
Those things you do that are disrespectful?
And your attraction to immaturity too?
You need no longer excuse what you do that has been done,
On pride.
There is something disconnected in your head.
And I am not about to teach another adult,
What is appropriate social etiquette.
That would be likened to teaching a full grown cat,
The aspects of hygiene.
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
You want me to do what?
Tell you when you are being disrespectful?
How old are you?
55?
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Fulfilling Our Demands
Violent computer generated games,
Are being embedded in the imaginations...
Of unsuspecting children.
Just about every TV show,
Has a theme of someone getting maimed...
Or killed after being rushed to a hospital,
With a cast of overheated medical attendents.
Children today can spell corruption,
Quicker than they can spell 'biology, chemistry...
Speak correct English or do simple math.
And you've come to ask me,
Why are today's children disrespectful?
And obscene?
It couldn't be a negligent society.
No!
Let's blame all our headaches on elected leaders,
Not fulfilling our demands to suit our self righteous needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living With Yourself
How do you live with yourself
When you are walking down the street
How do you live with yourself
When you tell lies to the people that you meet.
Don't you know that's it's not loyalty
When you go from one man to another
Don't you think that it's also disrespectful
When you tell others that you are a good mother.
You have cheated on all of your husbands
And also your boyfriends when you begged for help
Honestly how can you believe you done nothing wrong
Tell me again, how can you live with yourself.
Don't you know that it is a mortal sin
To live a life the way that you do
Telling your children that you done no wrong
Do you really want them to respect or be like you.
You live as a user and an adulterous
While others say you live a life as a tramp and a whore
And you have your children watching you sin
How can you live with yourself any more.
Are you happy with the deeds you have done
Even with the ones you have done many times before
Are you not tired of lying and making up stories
Dont you understand why with people you they ignore.
You still put on your act with people that you meet
You will not tell them the truth about yourself
If they knew too the evil and sin you commited
They would also tell you that you are going to hell.
So close your conscience and live your lie
And act like you care for others and them you want to help
But all you care is for yourself and only you
And ask GOD please, how can you live with yourself.
poem by Randy McClave
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Life You Chose
You became a liar
You became a cheat
You became disrespectful
To all that you do meet.
You became an adulterous
Or should I say once again
You also became a thief
To satisfy your ways and whim.
You became a user
You became a coward
You became soulless
As you seek no higher power.
You became the proof
That no one should be like you
including your children and family
Or the people that you once knew.
You have became hated
You became unfaithful
You have became untrue
And you have became so cruel.
You have became the person
That gives out sadness and woe
And all person's that remember you
Will say It's the life that you chose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The children of the nuclear age, I think, were weakened in their capacity to love. Hard to love, when you're bracing yourself for impact. Hard to love, when the loved one, and the lover, might at any instant become blood and flames, along with everybody else.
Martin Amis in Experience: A Memoir
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Ignoring That The Facts Exist
Play too cool and lose!
Many ultimately choose this to do.
Only to become alarmists,
After ignoring that the facts exist.
And denying them,
As if the opening of eyes...
Will chase them away,
From their comfortable places.
Like tolerating disrespectful children,
Thought to be cute...
Until what they do,
Incarcerates them in prison cages.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-78
Rangoon Creeper(Quisqualis indica)
A sudden sprout and you grow
Up my mind-walls so intent
Clamping my memoir to blow
To my vision a vista distant
In the childhood street mine
At the sixth porch opposite
White to pink to red blooms
Pendulous trumpets you there
Who's it? my curiosity asked
Fragrant with magical colours
Five lobed On hardy wood held
Elliptic leaves in huge bliss
Who's it? -you Rangoon creeper
Till now and always perennial
Golden and fresh in my memoir
Livening so nicely ornamental
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I'm a layperson. I barely got out of high school. I have no business telling people what to do or my big philosophy on life. I'm certainly not going to write any sort of memoir.
quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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One might equate growing up with a mistrust of words. A mature person trusts his eyes more than his ears. Irrationality often manifests itself in upholding the word against the evidence of the eyes. Children, savages and true believers remember far less what they have seen than what they have heard.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Expenses
I'm sick to death of money, of the lack of it, that is,
And of practising perpetually small economies;
Of paring off a penny here, another penny there,
Of the planning and the worrying, the everlasting care.
The savages went naked and no doubt digested fruit,
And when they longed for partridge all they had to do was shoot.
But it may be Mrs. Savage was extravagant in paint
And all the little Savages made juvenile complaint.
'I want a bow like We-We's. I want a fine canoe.
I don't have half such dandy things as other fellers do.'
And Mrs. Savage quite agreed it was an awful shame.
So Mr. Savage sighed about expenses just the same.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Children Of The Land
Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
Children of the land
Dont wear a frown upon your face
Come on and join your hands
Were all a part of the human race
The music is here
To let you leave your fears behind
Come on along dont do me wrong
Lets see what you might find
Children of the land
Children of the land
Dont misunderstand
Were all children of the land
Dont trust anyone else
To run your life and set your goals
Youve gotta be able to live with yourself
When you are getting old
Others are getting blamed
For messing your life around
Its your own fault if you complain
For letting it get you down
Children of the land
Children of the land
Dont misunderstand
Were all children of the land
Children - come on children now
Children - yeah
Children - I said children yeah
Children - come on children now
Children - of the land
Children - of the land
Children - I said of the land
song performed by by Styx
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It Is As If Those Seeds Aren't Planted
Pleasantries are not accepted,
In those places where bitterness thrives...
As a form of fellowship.
And those who share such exchanges,
Aren't aware...
How their nasty quips,
Leave from their mouths to the ears...
Of disrespectful children's lips.
It is as if those seeds aren't planted.
To produce the sleaze,
Of their treasured weeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Ping Spike after Spike Milligan A Thousand Hairy Savages
Ten thousand airy AP raps
w[r]itting down ra[n]t hunch
gobbledy-gook, yap yap,
crun[t]ch mu[n]ch punch
... core cause caws
(19 January 2007 revised 27 November 2008 robi03_1579_mill02_0002 PWX_IXX)
A Thousand Hairy Savages
A Thousand hairy savages
Sitting down to lunch
Gobble gobble glup glup
Munch munch munch.
Spike Milligan 1918_2002
poem by Jonathan Robin
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When men are brought face to face with their opponents, forced to listen and learn and mend their ideas, they cease to be children and savages and begin to live like civilized men. Then only is freedom a reality, when men may voice their opinions because they must examine their opinions.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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