There are a lot of big spec houses now all across Connecticut, a lot of ostentatious showing of wealth.
quote by Glenn Close
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Government Credibility
ostentatious displays
of peacock privilege wealth
strains core
government policy credibility
when disinherited
poor bleed below poverty line
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Glass Walls
Glass walls
Of the candy jar
Showing me the colors
Showing me the shapes
Just showing me...
Glass walls
Of the shopping mall
Showing me the colors
Showing me the shapes
Just showing me..
Glass walls
Of the computer screens
Showing me the colors
Showing me the smiles
Showing me the love
Even telling me... and nudging me...
It is only the glass... I can touch...!
poem by Rowving Smith
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They Do Not Seek Publicity
There are those who give,
With such positivity!
And with just one purpose...
To encourage others.
They do not seek publicity,
For their good deeds.
Nor do they anticipate in waiting,
For those they assist to express appreciation.
They are here to give!
With the service to others,
They do so well.
And those blessings they receive.
Dedicated to:
Andrea Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Shayla Dixon...Springfield, Mass.
Leola McCrory...Windsor, Connecticut
Edna Vinters...Bloomfield, Connecticut
Sandra Lindsay...Hartford, Connecticut
Virginia Pertillar...Hartford, Conencticut
'Okay! Okay...so I am biased.
They just happen to be,
Some of the most dynamic women...
I am blessed to know.
Is my smile too broad that it doesn't show? '
So proud am I.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty Old Houses
Empty Old Houses
Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it
Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it
Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them
Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them
Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them
Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life
Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them
poem by David Whalen
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The Wives Are In Connecticut
The wives are in connecticut
(carly simon)
He figures out a restaurant
Where they wont be recognized
He can always slip the maitred a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for size
Make a plan of where to do it when
Hes so sly, hes in love with his lies
(chorus)
And the wives, the wives are in connecticut
The wives, the wives are in connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to connecticut
That they moved up to connecticut
The first year I was faithful
He confesses to the girl
Admitting to the least of his sins
His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world
She falls for it and once again he wins
Hes so sly, hes in love with his lies
(repeat chorus)
The five flight walk up
Can he make it?
He keeps promising to go back to the gym
He thinks about his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him?
Or was it juniors teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon
Or the gardener who dug the well
Or the italian riding instructor
Or the man on the carousel
Or the out of work actor in westport
Or the surgeon who cured the ills
Or the yalie from new haven
Or the farmer in the dell
(repeat chorus)
How about
The lifeguard at the yacht club
The hairdresser from new london
The tennis pro from fairfield
The fuller brush man from bristol
The fisherman from mystic
The novelist from new canan
The usher at the movie theater
The architect from guilford
The man on the carousel
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Wealth is not the tool of love.
With wealth,
You can buy a dog,
With it, can you, its tail?
Showing wealth,
Woo not a woman.
It makes her poor.
Mind,
If you adjust to a set
You cannot adjust it.
If you move to bend to one
You cannot bend the one.
See,
You find a way
Or you make a way,
Otherwise, sooner
You are out of way.
Recall,
Only for two things
Do you worry:
To get is the one.
To get rid of, the other.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That's It With That
I am not pretending anymore,
I do not care she pretends...
I am not there.
I'm not there to pretend anymore.
Nor do I care,
If she is or is not aware.
And in a pretension,
That is conspicuously ostentatious.
I am through with that kind of neglect,
Of my time...
Thrown away in a haste that's wasted.
'What do they call that?
When something said means the same thing?
You know...
Like two different words having similar meanings? '
Huh, what?
'Doesn't 'conspicuous' and 'ostentatious'
Mean the same thing?
Like 'vainglorious'? '
Look,
Either way...
I call it good riddance!
A 'c-ya' without looking back.
Regardless of what 'they' may call it.
When I'm done with it that's it with that!
I'm not seeking to reference my movement,
To definition.
I'm glad you are paying attention.
But from you,
Right now...
I am in need of some 'em-pa-thy'.
'How am I suppose to know that?
You're the one using all these big words.
Break it down.
Give me some 'com-u-nee-k-shun'
DIG? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaves (a song of exile)
Leaves fall across the pathways
Like a steady blowing rain
On the old ranch houses and new MacHouses
And it's cold in Connecticut, once again
I hear it's cold in England too
I am less than American, after all
I don't drive & scream for the Yankees
I remember how leaves of Autumn fall
I'll never learn all these written rules
Of shaven lawns and cleared debris
As if there were something innately flawed
In designs of nature, the heart of me.
poem by Frank Bana
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Eccentric Or Pathetic
Eccentric or pathetic,
it is hard to distinguish them at times.
I once knew a woman, who every morning
when she went to work,
would get down on her hands and knees
and sniff the carpet for any offending smells.
Recently I have heard of a man
who goes around the toilets with a magnifying glass
lifting up the toilets seats to see underneath
if he could find a minute spec of dust.
He then gets out is disinfectant wet wipes
and rubs ferociously until the offending minute spec of dust is gone. Are these people eccentric or pathetic,
it is hard to distinguish them.
So all I can ask of you
is to make up your own mind.
29 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: People These Days
Sometimes, one knows not how one gets his wealth;
Sometimes, one forgets where it lies in mounds!
Sometimes, one slogs in spite of failing health;
The wealth unused becomes another one’s!
Some buy estates and grow fruit-trees in it;
Some build guest-houses, temples and show-rooms;
To save some tax, some donate by habit;
Some sweep the twigs and fallen leaves with brooms!
How people crave to make money some more!
They enjoy not as how a pauper does;
Some miserly live staying much indoors;
To give a nickel, they make such a fuss!
And yet, all know they leave behind all wealth,
Whether acquired by luck or by stealth.
6-27-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Letting go of the bad and showing the world who i am
I am tired of feeling hurt
I am tired of feeling used
I am tired of feeling unworth
I am letting go of you
I am letting go of pain
I am letting go of shame
I am letting go of darkness
I am letting go of bitterness
I am letting go of all the bad and only waiting for the good
I am taking in the light and coming out from underneath my hood
I will show the world my eyes and my smile
I am showing the world My laughter and ability to be wild
I am showing the world its wrong and that I will go on
I am showing the world I am in control
I am showing the world all the things i'm letting go
I am showing the world my joy and my tears
I am showing the world my screams and my fears
I am showing the world who i am and where I've been
I am showing the world all that i can
I will show the world who i am inside and out
I will show the world i don't care if its me they talk about
poem by Jean Pullman
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Excessively Broke
Wealth of abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance and influence,
With an ability to persuade those who have created...
Wealth and those connected to it,
Probably do not associated themselves...
With those who just have a wealth of intelligence.
Since those who have a wealth of intelligence...
Usually are the ones excessively broke!
But possess a wealth of humor to entertain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spec Of Dust
In the middle of the night,
Im lying in your bed.
Thinking of you and me in the universe.
Stars are moving like the night we met,
The earth is turning like the time we said.
In my mind Im searching for you, billion miles away.
Why do I miss you so if youre just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the billion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in memories.
Why do I love you so if youre just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the trillion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in universe.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Spec Of Dust
In the middle of the night,
Im lying in your bed.
Thinking of you and me in the universe.
Stars are moving like the night we met,
The earth is turning like the time we said.
In my mind Im searching for you, billion miles away.
Why do I miss you so if youre just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the billion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in memories.
Why do I love you so if youre just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the trillion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in universe.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Connecticut Basketball
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Sweating to seek the lead!
Time out delays...
A strategy to stage.
Let them make two...
Catch the rebound and follow through.
Make sure we come back to make three.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
UConn's got the steam to play.
Season after season...
It's number one,
They choose to stay.
Husky ball.
Holla.
Dropping through the net.
Connecticut basketball,
At its best.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Dedicated:
To the young men and women,
balancing academic studies AND
playing championship collegiate basketball.
Representing both the state and people of Connecticut.
University of Connecticut
Storrs, Connecticut-Main Campus
'So very proud of you and your efforts!
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Health and Wealth
When I had health, I strived to earn more wealth;
I toiled so hard that I soon lost my health!
When I got wealth, more vice crept in by stealth;
My wealth was gone, so also my good health!
So, keep your health and earn some wealth;
Don't earn more wealth and lose all health;
Just use your wealth to keep your health;
In life on earth, Health is your wealth!
poem by John Celes
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Stop & Shop
There are people I see...
But I don't know them personally.
Yet I can truthfully say,
I've come to respect them highly.
They may be folks who work,
At stores I go.
To purchase items,
Where I stop to shop.
In unique and personable environments...
I've come to like a lot.
Friendships I've developed,
I did not expect.
As I spend a few dollars...
Sharing and gaining respect.
And there is one place I travel,
In Bloomfield, Connecticut.
Intending but forgetting...
What I've come to get.
Some places attract,
Because the service and employees...
Are just charismatic.
Dedicated To:
Those sometimes humorous,
Friendly and always respectful employees.
At the Stop & Shop in Bloomfield, Connecticut.
I think you all are terrific.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do your damnedest in an ostentatious manner all the time.
quote by George S. Patton
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Would You Believe?
(ferry)
Would you believe in what I do
When the things that I make are all for you?
And in a while ill come to you
Showing showing why what I think will all come true
Well im sure ill love you all my life
And in the morning too
Everything you have is out of sight
But baby I can see through you
And in a while ill come to you
Showing showing why what I think will all come true
Would, would you believe in what I do
When the things that I make are all for you?
song performed by by Roxy Music
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