A good review from the critics is just another stay of execution.
quote by Dustin Hoffman
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Execution Day
I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell I cant even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin to rise
Ive heard it before n I know the truth from the lies
Chorus:
Is it any wonder heavens racked with thunder
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin rain
Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day) - execution day
Execution day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Dont touch me now, wont let you crucify me
You aint no damn jury, you cant pass no sentence on me
(chorus)
Whose blood on whose hands, wheres the promises they preached for this land
Standin there with bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hands, whose blood on whose hands
(whose blood, whose hands)
Execution day, execution day
Father my hands are shakin, I see the light, its breakin
Show me the way to set my soul free, I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me
Execution day, execution day
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Room for improvement for Leslie
Critics express their point of view.
As they have every right to do
I will give credit where it’s due.
So I consider each review
as of potential benefit
Though I may not agree with it.
It may well be I can profit
by reading what my critics writ.
I treat all critiques just the same
accepting praise accepting blame.
All part and parcel of the game.
Improvement is my only aim.
So please feel free to state your view
You might well teach me something new.
13-Feb-09
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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All The Critics Love U In New York
U can dance if U want 2
All the critics love U in New York
U don't have 2 keep the beat
They'll still think it's neat in New York
U can wear what U want 2
It doesn't matter in New York
U could cut off all your hair
I don't think they'd care in New York
All the critics love U in New York
Why U can play what U want 2
All the critics love U in New York
They won't say that U're naive
If U play what U believe in New York
Purple love-amour is all U're in it 4
But don't show it
The reason that U're cool
Is cuz U're from the old school and they know it
All the critics love U in New York
U can dance if U want 2
All the critics love U in New York
U can dance if U want 2
All the critics love U in New York
All the critics love U
song performed by by Prince from 1999
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Critics? How do they happen? I know how it happened to me. I would send a poem or story to a magazine and they would say this doesn't suit our needs precisely but on the other hand you sound interesting. Would you be interested in doing a review?
quote by Leslie Fiedler
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The Advice That Anne Sexton Said She Would Give To A Young Poet
(A found poem from 'The Art of Poetry XV, ' an interview with
Anne Sexton, in THE PARIS REVIEW, Summer 1971)
'Be careful who your
critics are. Be specific.
Tell almost the whole
story. Put your ear close down
to your soul and listen hard.'
poem by Toby Reade
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Book
If I write a book,
Would I approach
You to write its
Review?
Why?
If my book is
Worth reading,
Wouldn't you be
Tempted to write
Its review?
Why should I
Use you for its
Marketing and
Publicity?
If you like my book,
You'll yourself feel like
Sharing with everybody
It's an instinct
That comes
Naturally…
We believe in
Loving and giving,
And so if we genuinely
Like something,
We'll recommend it
Or choose it for gifting
So if I write a book,
I'll never beseech you
To write its review
I would rather wait
For you to feel free
To read it and perhaps
Write its review…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Stay
Please stay with me now
Dont you let me go
Ill make it somehow
I got to let you know
That Ill make it
Somehow, some way
Though I wait on the day
What Im doings got to pay
Someway, somehow
My baby, when he cries
Its cause somethings on his mind
This world is full of lies
You and me are one of a kind
The good lord will stand behind every step
We are blind to fate, thats life, thats life
Stay, stay, stay, stay (wont you please)
Stay, stay, stay, stay
It fits, but you cant make it work
Where theres pain, theres got to be hurt
And the green grass grows from the dirt
Yeah, thats a fact of life alright
The good lord stands behind every step
We are blind to fate, thats life, thats life
Stay, oh wont you please
Stay, stay (wont you)
Stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay (right here)
Stay, stay (dont you go, no no)
Stay, stay (oh no no)
Stay, stay (stay baby baby please stay)
Stay, stay (right here, right here, right here)
Stay, stay (I want you to stay right here)
Stay, stay (we can stay here, together, together yeah)
Stay, stay (dont listen to what people say)
Stay, stay (stay, stay, listen now yeah)
Stay, stay (stay, yeah yeah now)
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Donald Beardslee is set for execution this week in California. His crimes were about twenty years ago, but it will be the first execution in California in quite some time.
quote by Catherine Crier
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A feeble execution is but another phrase for a bad execution; and a government ill executed, whatever may be its theory, must, in practice, be a bad government.
quote by Joseph Story
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Critics?
Critics?
They do what they do best...
Undress those who create.
It is easier for them to probe,
Than appreciate.
It is a frustration of sorts,
To be boxed within boundaries.
Not knowing or understanding...
What the force behind creativity means,
Or where it begins...
With perceptions taught and conceived.
They have an awareness of it.
Or so some believe.
Although a conformity upon them visits.
But to comprehend what it is...
And why some have it and they don't,
Really makes them pissed.
Although an 'intelligence'
Once applied can hide this.
Is that why they delight in being critics?
As creators sweat to expand their wits,
Critics enjoy deploying...
A complete misunderstanding of it!
As they assist others like themselves...
Attempting to expand minds of limited demands.
Hoping this attachment,
Delivers to them someone's attention span.
And they get it!
That is why there is so many critics.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Lines At All
I once 'starred' in a play.
Some years ago.
And one of the cast members,
Became so upset.
Because my lines got most of the applause.
That same cast member convinced the critics.
Not to mention my name,
In the review of the play.
Although the one complaining,
About my 'scene' stealing.
Had no lines at all.
Not even one to plagiarize.
And these are the people,
Who embellish their experiences.
Throughout their lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts Enacted
Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
And they may be relatives.
Or 'close' friends to suspect.
When one does things that are made public...
No matter who they are,
They will be scrutinized.
And flooded with advice and suggestions to test!
Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
Especially those who have expressed their concerns.
They are the ones often scandalized.
With a receiving of a 'burning'
For their good deeds in return.
And the evidence of that...
Becomes evident,
With the witnessing of those facts enacted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wish I could be like Shaw who once read a bad review of one of his plays, called the critic and said: 'I have your review in front of me and soon it will be behind me.'
quote by Barbra Streisand
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Sure Enough
Im laying it all out on the table,
Im telling you again what Ive already told you before:
My love is not a soon forgotten fable;
My heart is not a box with a lock in a five and dime store.
So theres no need to question me and my feelings.
Oh, wondering if I am sure.
Ask me again, and Ill tell you the same,
Over and over.
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
Developing the art of collaboration,
Its dinner and a movie and a baby or two.
Now we are in the midst of a revelation, mm-hmm,
Were doing what a modern world said we could not do.
And even when our love is mellow and aging,
Oh, even when were old and wise,
And we know then what we dont know now,
Well, I know Ill still be
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
(ah, ha...thats good.)
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough to stay for good, oh,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
You know how...
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, oh, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Execution Of Time-Released Solutions
Execution,
Of time-released solutions.
From you remove those attitudes,
To further plant a need to reduce yourself...
To the making of excuses.
Create a need for your purpose,
To free yourself of teasing temptations.
And stuff that corrupts,
A taste that satiates the pleasure of wasteful,
Devastation.
To become fuddled up in muck.
An execution,
Of time-released solutions,
Do!
An execution of time-released solutions,
Choose for you an undoing to prove...
A fuddled up in muck that has left you muddled,
To coddle and cuddle...
Muffled to snuggle,
You have had enough of.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Agoraphobia
Two people touching lips
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing in else in the world but one another
The 42nd floor
On a distant shore
I wonder how we strayed so far from this
Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone you sir
May have forgotten how good your world could be
So, put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lovers lips
And know that fate is what you make of it
Please end this
Before it ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I read the news today
And everything they say
Just makes me want to stay inside
And a better part of me knows
That waiting in the throws
Is on the par with reading with my eyes closed
"What Can I do?", You say
It's just another day
In the life of Apes with ego trips
Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And learn that fate is what we make of it
Please end this
Before it ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I'm gonna stay inside
I'm gonna stay inside for good
I'm gonna stay inside
For Good
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
Don't want to stay inside for good
song performed by by Incubus
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Review My Kisses
Im only happy when Im with you
I only feel good when Im talking to you
& Im a mess when you dont call me
Call me at night
Where did you go
Where did you go
And did you think of me
Its hard to breathe
& my heart is sinking
Im slipping fast
& Im reaching for you
Its gonna hurt cause
I have been there before
Cant take much more
Cant take another night
Without you beside me
I want to review my kisses
On every inch of your body
I want to reveal my secrets
That only you should know
I feel all this pain inside of me
That only your lips can make better
I wanna review my kisses
So you wont forget that you are mine
Dont wanna care more than you do
Dont wanna be the 1 whos out in the rain
Dont wanna get that
Call where you sound so cold
So far away, so far away
Like the distant roll of thunder
I want to review my kisses
On every inch of your body
I want to reveal my secrets
That only you should know
I feel all this pain inside of me
That only your lips can make better
I wanna review my kisses
So you wont forget that you are mine
Its a cave in the darkness
And Im lost inside you
Dont go
I want to review my kisses
On every inch of your body
I want to reveal my secrets
That only you should know
I feel like a childless mother
Longing to hold her baby
If I could review my kisses
Then you wont forget that you are mine
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Stay With Me
(pagowoy/weiss)
Where did you go
When things went wrong, baby,
And who did you run to,
To find a shoulder
To lay your head upon.
Baby, wasnt I there,
Didnt I take good care of you.
Oh no, I cant believe you leaving me...
Stay with me, baby,
Stay with me, baby...
Wont you stay with me, baby,
I cant go on...
Who did you touch
When you need tenderness.
I gave so much
And in return I found happiness.
Baby, what did I do
Maybe I was too good, too good for you.
No, no, I cant believe you leaving me.
Stay with me, baby,
Stay with me, baby.
Wont you stay with me, baby,
I cant go on.
Remember,
You said youre always gonna need me,
Remember,
You said youd never, ever leave me,
Remember, remember, Im asking you, begging you.
Stay with me, baby,
Stay with me, baby...
Wont you stay with me, baby,
I cant go on, cant go on...
Stay with me, baby,
Stay with me, stay with me, baby.
Wont you stay with me, baby,
I cant go on...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Critics
dont look for
critics who treat
your work as an
extension of
themselves
look for critics who
give you a field
for your talent
to grow
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The critic
The status of critics has changed,
The most important critics were those who stood on street
corners
Full of gossip and finger wagging
Or the busty burly matrons whispering over washing lines
These critics were the slanderers
The little vipers who hung by the school gate
Some still do,
This time they sink a pint or two,
In the pub with a couple of pug nose friends
But there is a class of critics
That whitewash your pale white words
Austere and aloof from the proof,
Scrubbed clean and mean,
They murder sentiment
Mock fools without 'a scene'
Redefining the 'new' 'illiterattii, ' who never went to school'
These critics wear brogues.....? ?
Am I being cruel? [or just ironic? ]
The men drink whisky
The women a gin/ vodka and tonic!
Fifty years ago they would 'parade'
In a uniforn of tweed and plaid
Post public school
But some critics just thumbnail through
Half asleep over scripts they render dead/ unread
'They are not amused'
So don't lose any sleep
They have no time you
yvette smith may 2009
poem by Yvette Smith
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