By a museum, I assume you mean an institution dedicated to the events of Sept. 11 and the aftermath. If that is done with sensitivity, I think it would be most appropriate.
quote by David Rockefeller
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Natural Prerequisite
Sorry to burst your bubble.
But that sensitivity you believe you see?
Is not at all the kind of sensitivity,
Inside of me.
People are quick,
To categorize with labels.
Because I'm known to write,
A bit of poetry.
Of course that depicts me,
To have 'certain' qualities.
You know what I'm sayin'!
And in my presence,
People assume many things.
Sometimes I am made to feel,
As if I am auditioning...
For a role to play in their fantasies.
Because I enjoy the craft of acting.
Its discipline and demands,
Placed on one's attention!
That too I seek.
Or so I am told.
I am a trained vocalist as well.
If my parents sang...
And my mom taught piano.
That's all I knew.
As a child as I grew.
But getting back to 'you'.
And the love you have for passing judgement.
I don't fault you at all,
For finding me complex.
If you add to those assumptions...
Black 'and' dysfunctional!
You'd be the one...
Not me.
Who would get little rest.
I look forward to being examined.
Being mentally 'touched'...
Has been a natural prerequisite,
For what it is I do!
And you just want to sum it all up,
As sensitivity?
You're funny as hell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Museum of Women Pilots
They were ladies with a task at hand
In an area unknown to most
Usually when it comes to flying
The women would only host
But this museum is dedicated to
The women who learned to fly
If you knew of their determination
You never would ask why
We all know about Amelia Earhart
But she was only one of many
Who knew in the core of their hearts
They had to make flying their journey
We honor them every single one
In a place where they have special slots
In history forever and ever
The museum of women pilots!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Assume They Lie
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
Even those first introduced.
Assume they lie.
Relieve yourself,
From listening to future excuses.
Until someone has won your trust.
With a thorough scrutiny,
Only time affords one they can safely give up.
Don't try to analyze someone first met.
Assume they lie.
Assume they disrespect.
Assume they gossip like all the rest.
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
When meeting someone fresh upon the scene,
Assume they lie...
Until your honesty and dignity given,
Has not corrupted your willingness to trust.
Don't sit in denial with tears to cry.
Until that time has come,
And you are convinced...
You have met someone different,
Than those who have rushed away...
After crushing your trust.
Assume they lie.
Don't even try to wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensitivity
Listen, baby, dont even waste your tears on an insensitive man.
Theres better things for you.
I mean, what you really need is someone who cares,
Someone whos gonna be there for you, someone like me, baby.
Someone with sensitivity.
Ooh, do you understand? can you feel it?
Hey, ooh, naw...
Girl, I know its been hard since he went away
And left you so sad. you cry every day.
Let me kiss your tears, erase all your doubt.
cause for you Im here, you wont be without love.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Come on let me show you just what you need honey.
I got what you need.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Someone who can love you, someone who will need you,
Someone who will treat you right, like me, girl.
Someone you can hold at night, someone stable in your life.
Aw, baby, you needd a man with sensitivity, a man like me.
Baby, honey, there aint another man,
Aw, you know, you know, honey like I do, baby.
Hang in there, hang on in there, baby.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
You see you need someone whos there like a gentleman.
If anybody can fit the description, baby I can.
Someone who cares and dares to give himself completely?
You got it in me, you need a man with sensitivity.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Dont need a man. come on let me show you just what you need, honey.
Oh, Ive got what you need, baby.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny.
Im a gentleman at heart.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Save a little love for me, save it, baby.
Sensitivity. baby I got what you need. i got it.
Sensitivity. save a little love for me, save your love for me.
Sensitivity.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Hold on my darlin, dont let me down.
Ill erase all your doubts.
Hold on my darlin, Im here for you, baby, no matter what.
(fade--)
Aw, sugar, no.
song performed by by New Edition
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Deluge Aftermath
Deluge aftermath
lies on a pyre of laughter -
sardonic laughter -
holocryptic in its litter of
charms and pangs of incence.
Deluge aftermath
swears oaths of allegiance to
waning day, refraining from
tales of calm and religious prescience;
it recalls the aftermath of the
Deluge of Noah.
Deluge aftermath
rests with inveterate slumber
earned in the cataract of
puissant vices upon lonesome,
green artifacts of a laconic culture.
Deluge aftermath
looms across the dark visage of
waste,
and atop glow-lines of garden lamps
and posts of decaying flames.
Deluge aftermath
crowns crabs monarchs of floods,
and frogs, adjutants of water regiment,
within breaths of rain.
Deluge aftermath
nubiferous - hanging old shrouds
of weeping clouds on the meek contours of
familiar skies to jeer downward.
Deluge aftermath,
bleaching the whited sepulchers
like elephants killed by lightning
in an unread plague of rain;
unearthing fossils of mosquitoes
about to become fuel,
and tickling the ribs of streams
to laugh and grow fat.
Deluge aftermath
dampens the hearth and the phalli -
two hot and intemperate organs
of warmth and man,
cringing in the event of the
breaking of the huge gourd
sitting on the earth-pillars.
Deluge aftermath -
one small flood for a community
and a giant inundation
for the aftermath of mankind.
poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Dedicated
Dedicated to those
Who fought and survived
Dedicated to those
Who fought and died
Dedicated to those
Simple men with
A great dream of peace
Dedicated to those
Families who cried
At their loved ones funeral
Dedicated to those
Who supported our troops
From beginning to end
I dedicate this to you
And hope that you'll continue
With what you do
I dedicate this to you...
poem by Janelle Morehart
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There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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The Museum of Nothing
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
And inquire, once inside...
Why was nothing there,
To sustain them with pride.
And from room to vacant room,
They walked behind the tour guide!
So the board of directors,
Decided to please them all.
And changed the name of the museum!
The museum was renamed,
The Museum of Nothing.
And people came in the Winter,
Spring, Summer and Fall.
And 'nothing' it was affectionately called.
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
Some adjusting to the nothingness.
While others stood for hours,
Just to stare as if in disbelief.
Addicted to anything said to them.
And clearly easy to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poem As A Treasure
for whom it is not dedicated
there is this laughter that belittles
the poem
as a treasure
and for one who cannot relate
for lack of sensitivity
or imagination
the poem is nothing but a rock
along his path
a pest in his garden
a wilted leaf
another part of his garbage
a burden on his back
a howling sound
in his stomach
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beyond
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
The saddest crop of all the crops that grow,
Love's aftermath.
Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start
Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow,
Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart,
Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow
The twilight of poor love: we can but part,
Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow,
Love's aftermath.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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The Aftermath
Words and music by bob seger and craig frost
Dressed up to the nines
Dancin three-quarter time
The champagne is on ice
No ones gonna guess
In your brand new dress
Girl, you sure look nice
Have a good time
Honey, dont look back
Stone in the middle of the aftermath
Dont wink, dont blink
Dont let 'em think
His leavins got you down
Stand straight, hang tough
When they bring it up
Baby hold your ground
If they pry, dont sigh
Pass it off with a laugh
Its all part of living through the aftermath
You can do it honey
Keep that smile so sunny
You can show them what they want to see
Yes, you can
Its a cold, hard scene
The singles thing
Losers everywhere
And it hurts to the bone
Headin home alone
When someone used to be there
So you take a few falls
And you learn to bounce back
Its all part of living through the aftermath
Living through the aftermath
Baby, dont look back
Its the aftermath
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Dragons Teeth.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Devastation, desolation
the aftermath of modern war.
Although it shocks us to the core
It recalls to our attention.
We know: we’ve seen it all before.
We have chosen to ignore
Lack of valid information
The aftermath of modern war
To us it’s just another chore
needing little explanation.
We know: We’ve seen it all before
There is no way we can
restore any kind of cultivation.
The after math of modern war.
Still danger lies for evermore
unexploded ammunition.
The aftermath of modern war.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution?
quote by Groucho Marx
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We can speak about the institution, but ultimately the bar is the group that both is in touch with the public on the one hand and understands the judicial institution on the other.
quote by Stephen Breyer
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Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.
Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who would want to live in an institution.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution yet.
Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who would want to live in an institution?
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Museum Of Idiots
They built this whole neighborhood out of wood, out of wood.
I guess I'll still be around when they burn, burn it down.
I will be standing around when they burn it down.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Honey, I'm there when you need me, please believe me, please believe me.
I'll still be right where you left me, if you manage to forget me.
Where we met is where you may forget.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn't be in this place.
Chop me up into pieces if it pleases, if it pleases.
And when the chopping is through, every piece will say, "I love you."
Every piece of me will say "I love you."
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Every piece of me will say "I love you, you you"
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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visiting Hiroshima
1>Peace Memorial Museum.
two buildings
the museum surveys the history of Hiroshima
and the advent of the nuclear bomb.
main focus August 6; the dropping of the bomb
and its outcome in human suffering
personally it upset me
2.Cenotaph for the A-Bomb Victims
Between the Museum
and the A-Bomb Dome
an arched tomb
for those who died
because
initial blast
and then
of exposure to radiation
3. The Register
Below the arch is a stone chest
holding a register
of these names,
there
are over 220,000
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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