The movers and shakers have always been obsessive nuts.
quote by Theodore Sturgeon
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Those people who develop the ability to continuously acquire new and better forms of knowledge that they can apply to their work and to their lives will be the movers and shakers in our society for the indefinite future.
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We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.
quote by Arthur O'Shaunessey
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Without expression
Wouldn’t it be curious
If no one had facial expressions?
If we were all individuals
Yet looked exactly the same
Same width, same height,
Same exact complexions
Would some still be failures
While others find fame?
So much is dependent
On the way that we appear
What if that were taken
Out of the equation?
Would the people that we hold
So close and so dear
Seem to suddenly appear
Of a different persuasion?
When I look all about
At our shakers and movers
It’s obviously not their looks
that Makes them stand apart
It’s what they have inside them
Where we all look exactly alike
Perhaps a more understanding soul,
And a more demanding heart?
poem by David Whalen
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Obsessive/Oblivious
I'm so obsessive in all my behaviours.
Oblivious too the fear and hatered.
That surrounds me from those that I love.
I wish I could stop and be normal for once.
Obsessive the need for love
oblivious to the fact that I repel
and give no temptation.
A ardous road for a starving soul of no elation.
Obsessive to the point that I can't stand myself.
I'm oblivious to the facts that they all all want me out.
It drives me mad and fills with serious doubt.
The fact that I'm not real or needed through out.
Obsessive behaviours that drive me insane.
I'm oblivious to what's obvious It's plain.
Alone forever because people can't stand.
My obsessive/oblivious behaviour at hand.
poem by Michael McParland
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Outfit
A black outfit and a white outfit,
The spot well used is the soul well understood;
And, it is time to walk away from the odds.
I don#t need a C.V. on my love!
From 'Gomua-Buduburam' in the Central Region of Ghana to,
'Bujumbura' in Burundi;
And, to the Slave Island (Goree) in Senegal to tell my story.
So, what do you expect from a talented person like me?
For, two people walk together only in agreement;
And like the shakers and the movers of things to marvel others!
But, only mothers really know the true father of their babies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Nice Girl
For a nice girl I will do anything
Always, I will care for her
With my love and with my honesty I will care
Love, I will give
Hug, I will
Hold, I will
Kiss I will
Cherish her forever with my obsessive love I will
Yes, I am obsessive, very obsessive
Only me and her, it will be.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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House Wife Affair
I been having my housewife affair for awhile
which my husband doesn't even care about!
They are all performed in the comfort of the home
And I never have to ever dress up, or go out!
These men that live in our home
are Kenmore, and then that other fella, Hover!
They're my kind of secret men!
They are shakers and, real movers!
One takes me around and around the house
as he sweeps me across, clean floors!
The other pampers my clothes in bubbles
and sometimes, even helps me, clean above the doors!
Then one can be as cold as ice!
But does take me to the kitchen to dine.
And sometimes makes me coffee
Aromas, waking me up, before the stoke of nine.
I don't think I'll let my husband in on it
these other men I have in my life!
I'll just pretend, that they're my secret lovers
helping just another, imaginative, overworked, housewife!
poem by Linda Winchell
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The Death of the Washington Madam
'A terrible waste of curves and curls'
he said as the knot was tightened
She struggled as he kicked the chair-
Was Halliburton frightened?
She was the Queen of pay for play
for D.C. Movers and Shakers
Who, judging by their tastes in sin,
Won’t be mistook for Quakers.
Her little black book (it won't be found)
Recorded details chilling
But keep your socks on, client nine
At least the sheep was willing.
“A terrible waste of a luscious mouth'
He said- her tongue protruding
'They’d have had fun in jail with that,
The clientele you're screwing.'
We'll 'suicide' as many 'Ho's
as it takes so this gets no higher.
Pay attention boys and girls-
This is our Reich stag fire
(I hated changing the first line to pass censorship
curves and curls was once T & A)
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I love a lot of things, and I'm pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I'd be an obsessive hairdresser.
quote by Gates McFadden
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Walk Your Own Road
Theres doers and donters and I wills and wontersd
And them, that dont even try
Givers and takers, movers and shakers
And them that are just passing by
Skidrows and winos and some folks that I know
That dont do like I think they should
I thought they were livin their lifes all wrong
Long, before I understood
We all have to walk our own road
We cant always go where were told
In the end where itll end up - the lord only knows
But we all have to walk our own road
Ive had some good times and Ive had a good life
And Ive had things goin my way
Ive walked the highground and treasures that Ive found
An women who brightened my day
Then there were times I was caught in the crosswinds
With life - goin round and around
Like a ship with no sail I was caught in a gale
Til I finly just ran it a-ground
song performed by by Randy Travis
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You Must Be Nuts? You've Got To Be!
You 'must' be nuts?
You've got to be!
You are telling me,
I can not have...
What has been given,
To my brothers and sisters...
Whether or not they had asked for it?
And this has been done,
IN my presence to disregard my loyalty?
You must be nuts?
You've got to be!
Not only am I going to have what I want...
But I am also going to remind you,
Once I get it...
Just what I think of your acts,
Of attempting to prevent me...
From not having the kind of life,
To do as I please!
You must be nuts?
You've got to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
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We Are the Music-Makers
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
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We Just Go Nuts At Christmastime
Up the driveway, down the walk
Oh, janets hair is like her moms
Whos got her own, but acts like somethings
Different from the eyebrows up
Seems like only yesterday
Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e
I love you both and yuletide is pure
H-e-double-l for me
And we just go nuts at christmastime
Thats when everything falls apart
We just go nuts at christmastime
But its another year before were together again
Hi, this is john of they might be giants
As youre driving down the highway at 100 miles an hour with your head wagging out the window,
We urge you, please, put down the phone
We just go nuts at christmastime
Thats when everything falls apart
We just go nuts at christmastime
But its another year before were together
Again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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You Will Come To Know The Obvious
Why is that crowd over there...
Backed up into a corner.
Bickering.
AND pointing fingers at one another?
'Well...
As the story goes...
They had been the movers and shakers.
Determined many years ago,
That they would advance themselves...
By chosing people to depict as their enemies.'
Enemies?
'Yep!
As the story goes.
Now they have become a fixture around here,
As a reference to those days long gone.
And also...
Folks come from all over the globe,
To be entertained by their shananigans.'
That's amusing and quite interesting.
What has happened to those,
They once had depicted as their enemies?
Do you see the people walking up and down the street freely,
Appearing as happily and unconcerned as if nothing...
But the doing as they wish,
Is their utmost priority?
'No...
Don't tell me.
They are not the ones that had been depicted as enemies? '
Okay.
I wont tell you.
However...
If you prolong you visit,
You will come to know the obvious for yourself.
And they unconsciously,
Backed themselves up into that corner.
And everyday they return to the same place...
To argue about their version of unity,
And what is good for the community.
'Aren't their tactics a bit outdated? '
Sssshhh.
Someone will hear you.
And we've become quite satisfiied,
With the keeping of things...
Just the way they are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walk Our Own Road (feat. Kris Kristofferson)
Randy Travis & Kris Kristofferson
There's do'ers and don'ters and I wills and won'ters
and them, that don't even try
Givers and takers, movers and shakers
And them that are just passing by
Skidrows and winos and some folks that I know
That don't do like I think they should
I thought they were livin' their lifes all wrong
Long, before I understood
We all have to walk our own road
We can't always go where we're told
In the end where it'll end up - the Lord only knows
But we all have to walk our own road
I've had some good times and I've had a good life
And I've had things goin' my way
I've walked the highground and treasures that I've found
An' women who brightened my day
Then there were times I was caught in the crosswinds
With life - goin' 'round and around
Like a ship with no sails, I was caught in a gale
Til I fin'ly just ran it a-ground
We all have to walk our own road
We can't always go where we're told
In the end where it'll end up - the Lord only knows
But we all have to walk our own road
We all have to walk our own road
We can't always go where we're told
In the end where it'll end up - the Lord only knows
But we all have to walk our own road
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Their Actions Never Made Sense
'What is the matter?
You look as if you've been told a joke? '
No.
But you can look at it that way.
I just spoke to a fool.
'Oh? '
Yeah.
Accused me of being aloof and distant.
As if I thought I was better than the others.
As if I did not want to be bothered with them.
'You're not talking about those same people?
Why don't you just ignore them? '
I try but I can't.
It was great when they ignored me,
And walked around with their noses in the air.
In fact,
I welcomed it
They believed me to be beneath them.
'What changed? '
I guess they discovered I didn't care.
And I was totally happy with peace of mind.
'Is that why you're smiling? '
For the most part.
I was just chastised,
For not accepting an invitation.
'Chastised?
That doesn't make a bit of sense.'
That's why I'm smiling.
I was just told,
I offended those in the clique.
You know...
The ones in the 'inner circle'?
The movers and shakers?
The same folks who announced I was a joke?
'But why are they bothering you? '
That's why I'm smiling.
It took this this long to realize they are crazed.
And 'now' that it has been validated...
They believe I am worthy to be embraced.
'That doesn't make a bit of sense! '
Would you stop saying that!
That's why I am smiling.
Their actions never made sense,
From the beginning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A -21st -Century Poet
A -21st -Century Poet:
A -21st -Century Poet:
A poet is
a person who liberates 'I' on race, religion, place, time, personal voices
out of greed, anger and ignorance.
A poet is
a person who liberates
obsessive criterion of institutional power and money.
A poet is
a person who respects a variety of cultures,
who creates educational awareness.
A poet is
a person who surely knows himself
of being humanistic to others and himself and knowing
that of liberation from the obsessive humanity
A poet is
a p[erson who makes and builds
a bridge between universalism and worldisms
and walks over the bridge
but
he is already liberated from the concept of
obsessive reality of a bridge.
No Reason to Believe
black and white print, rain wet papers.
the liturgy of the movers and shakers.
the angry rant of the homeless on the streets,
while the elite still sleep on satin sheets.
sell your mothers and daughters on the corner.
sell your sons to the wars in foreign lands.
learn to hate, to use, and to destroy...
bow down to your gods made in the image of man.
there's no reason to believe when you're hungry.
when you're down on the bottom, nowhere to go.
the law of liberty becomes the law of survival.
you gotta pay for all the seeds that you sow.
the cash register rings, another soul disappears,
and the soldiers of oil have already won
while the children down in the project,
become users armed with hatred's guns...
chase away the migrants, your fields are empty.
leaving your fruits to rot on the ground.
put your thinkers in jail and burn the books,
but the walls of your kingdom are burning down.
there's no reason to believe when you're hungry.
when you're down on the bottom, noiwhere to go.
the law of liberty becomes the law of survival.
you gotta pay for all of the seeds that you sow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Queen Of The Masquerade Ball
She lays her cards out on the table
She always gets what shes going for--and a whole lot more
Got the movers and the shakers
Quaking inside their mohair shoes
After all theres nothing to lose
(chorus)
Cracking that whip
Making her own decisions
Taking no lip
Living with no conditions
Theres only one thing that shes missing
She never tells anybody--shes missing it more and more each night
And though she cries when shes alone
By the morning shes ready to go
Shes got the light
Chorus
Everythings fine
Just as long as they do it her way
Living with style
Shes got it all
Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball
And though she cries when shes alone
By the morning shes ready to go
Shes got the light
Chorus
Everythings fine
Just as long as they do it her way
Living with style
Shes got it all
Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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