Boulevard
The boulevard of life we travel,
is fraught with intersections, countless.
Many we pass by, hesitating not.
Some call out, beckon for attention.
To these we pause, detour and explore.
From such quests our lives enriched,
we prosper, far beyond compare.
04Mar08
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Wouldn’t It Be Nice
As we walk down any street
and pass people by the score
we forget that within each of them
there is a rich tapestry to explore.
Our lives are but a minute moment
in the whole of eternity
and we should always look out
for new avenues of knowledge to explore.
We may never pass this way again,
so wouldn’t it be nice
if one of those strangers
became a friend for life.
9 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Dancin, Shaggin On The Boulevard
Written by randy owen, teddy gentry, and greg fowler
Well the magic attics where the music rolls
And the army-navys got ol jackie soul
Down on peaches corner there are good ol boys
And mother fletchers makin lots of noise
Theyre dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Well the tams are playin at the port-o-call
And the drifters underneath the boardwalk
At the sapnish galleon and ol fat jacks
Jukebox playin and the place is packed
You bet theyre dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
You know theyre dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Got the top down and the traffics slow
Sun fun week and, we all go
Where the girls are sunnin and lookin good
Well I never met em but I wish I could
And wed go dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Wed go dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Well the embers singin up on ocean drive
And the castaways are gettin loud tonight
At the electric circus they all getin down
And the carousels spinnin round and round
See them dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
I see em dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Well Im hangin out down at sloppy joes
They may doze but they never close
And the bama boys at the bowery
They cant dance but they play for free
But they like dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
They know dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
They wrote dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Shaggin on the boulevard
Dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
Dancin, shaggin on the boulevard
song performed by by Alabama
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Hesitating Beauty
For your sparkling cocky smile I've walked a million miles
Begging you to come and wed me in the spring
Why do you my dear delay
What makes you laugh and turn away
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
Well I know that you are itching to get married, Nora Lee
And I know how I'm twitching for the same thing, Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above we could spend our lives in love
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
We can build a house and home where the flowers come to bloom
Around our yard I'll nail a fence so high
That the boys with peeping eyes cannot see that angel face
My hesitating beauty Nora Lee
Well I know that you are itching to get married Nora Lee
And I know how I'm twitching for the same thing Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above we can spend our lives in love
If you quit your hesitating, Nora Lee
We can ramble hand in hand across the grasses of our land
I'll kiss you for each leaf on every tree
We can bring our kids to play where the dry leaves blow today
If you quit your hesitating, Nora Lee
Well I know that you are itching to get married, Nora Lee
And I know how I'm twitching for the same thing, Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above we could spend our lives in love
If you quit your hesitating, Nora Lee
song performed by by Wilco
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On the Wings of Pettiness
I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.
This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.
I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Ability To Climb Out Of Ditches
Everyday it may be easy for you,
To use your inheritance...
As a vehicle to compare,
How you were able to pull your bootstraps up...
From a place you declare had been nowhere.
When I have survived with nothing left to spare.
My ancestors did not leave me an inheritance.
And my ability to climb out of ditches,
Did not begin with my pocket full of riches.
And for you to think with others to believe,
Your quality of life has been earned as received...
Is a delusion you fantasize that has become your reality.
I've been enriched with the knowing...
No Pain, No Gain.
You've been enriched with a knowing,
Of a painless existence.
And even if you experienced a little of it...
I could never seriously regard you as a competitor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twenty One Of January..
Small distances emerge from binary trails
as dusk falls upon her and dim memory ails
an origami oracle and their life's dictum
was her life a riddle, or a memory's victim?
twenty one had closed up, a fortress braced
by thoughts, recitals, a cause, finger-traced,
a sole attempt to erase quests, embraced,
if only her life tangential, emerged to waste..
To dream a reason of celestial, bridal nods,
waited to adorn her advent's Sunday codes,
maybe to nicely caress whispered phrases,
that also waited to hint, and blushed blazes..
Twenty one will stand in front, a dissonance,
of earlier caressing dreams, an abundance,
her quiet quest is standing up in dark space,
as an eccentric lone caress, touches her face.
Dusk is a kind adviser, in a night train travel,
any impending atonement, subtly to unravel,
quests always demand an abstinence, a vow,
as souls their lives next, endanger and endow.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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After Inviting the Activity and Creating Its Affects
Have you given a listen,
To those who compare themselves to others?
Those who do that,
Down to the last detail.
As if God has made their lives,
The mold for all of humanity.
An unsolicited opinion from them is always given.
However...
There is a unique difference,
Between those who do this and those who do not.
Those who do this,
Have not spent five minutes alone!
Not by themselves.
And...
An appreciation for life is missing.
And those who do not find reasons to compare,
Live independently.
A quality of life for them,
Seems to be one they seem to make and share.
And have done so for most of their lives.
They have jumped over the hurdles.
And tackled their own obstacles.
Alone.
How they have done this?
It is a faith they have and that is shown.
While those who seem to be in constant need,
To compare...
Seem not comfortable in their own skin.
And despise.
Listen to the way they find something to criticize.
And 'who' they do it to!
The only interest they seem to have,
Is to inform anyone who listens...
As to how busy they are in other people's lives.
With complaints of what it is they do...
After inviting the activity and creating its affects.
Unknowingly...
They show a complete masking of their insecurities.
And a fear that keeps them failing to face them...
On their own,
Alone!
They seek support for their beliefs,
To keep any growth that may go on...
Unshown or known that can be identified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comma That Makes The Big Difference
the children who walk and pass along the road
where your house is facing are always noisy
you pay attention to what they are talking about
you call it nonsense and it angers your quest for deep understanding
you are quite sad and very unhappy
in your chosen niche of silent isolation
they are carefree and unconcerned about you
happy about their nonsense & selfishness
there is a big difference between you and them
that i think, you must explore some more
it is the comma that makes the big difference
in the sentence that you have duly imposed upon your self.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Your Life Off Pause
If you hesitate to bake it,
You or anyone will get to taste the cake.
Why is there a procrastination?
What is it you await to negotiate?
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless becomes the time wasted.
Take your life off pause,
Because you're seeking first to appease.
Take your life off pause,
Add to your life flavor.
Don't be afraid to dip into mystique.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless is the time you waste.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Why negotiate?
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
There is no need to debate.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you compare NASA's annual budget to explore the heavens, that one year budget would fund NOAA's budget to explore the oceans for 1,600 years.
quote by Robert Ballard
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How it begins
Two opposites meet
Is a pity I am not accurate biologically
My aim is to inspire logically
Infancy is where it all begins
Childhood is mandatory
Formal education is compulsory
How it begins?
It‘s start with a dream
Manifestos into a vision
Requires a little bit of passion
Typically the primary years are similar
Avoid cold, do your homework sounds familiar
Days pass-by, weeks pass-by, months and years
Explore life explore nature get fascinated by pears
Eventually graduate if you put effort to your aptitude
Old adage about your attitude determining your altitude
How it begins?
You move to next stage called adulthood
Big dreams you want to elevate out of the hood
Get a nice job, statistically classified with those who can afford
Discover you not complete on your own
Get a spouse. Go all romantic than comes the up and down
Days pass-by, weeks pass-by, months and years
Explore life explore nature get fascinated by pears
Eventually have kids then; squeeze them into your budget
How it begins?
You discover there is more to offer the world
Conflict, disappointment becomes part of you
Days pass-by, weeks pass-by, months and years
You not fond of mirrors any more
All the lessons you learned become your reality
Change in colour of your hair
Nostalgic attacks!
You only worry about your off-springs future
How it begins?
Time to look back and say wow
Pity I cannot define life
You be lucky if you die with your wife
poem by Magodi Khutso Makaleng
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And Drove Straight On
The sign on the roadside said,
detour here to find love.
Beside it was an advertisement
for the latest Frankenstein film.
The romantic mood of Dr Frank
just around the corner.
I ignored the detour
and drove straight on.
poem by David Harris
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Life’s Railway
Life is a lot like a railway
As we travel along through time
Clickety clacking along our way
A good life we seek to find
We pass through many places
Meet folks both good and bad
Have experiences along the way
Many happy but some are sad
Some of the places we travel
We never plan to return
But others stay in our memory
Good lessons we have learned
We never know what we will see
All we can do is take it day by day
Doing the very best we can
As we travel life’s exciting railway!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Call My Name
Call, call my name
Call it, call my name
Eye heard Ur voice this morning calling gout my name
It had been so long since Eye heard it that it didn't sound quite the same, no
But it let me know that my name had never really been spoken b4
B4 the day Eye carried U through the bridal path door
And ever since that day Eye haven't wanted anyone but U
And anybody who really knows me knows the truth
[Chorus:]
Eye just can't stop writing songs about U
Eye love U so much
Eye just can't wait 2 get my arms around U
And feel Ur touch
If eye don't c U real soon baby girl
Eye might go insane
Eye know it's only been about 3 hours
But Eye love it when U call my name
Eye heard a voice on the news saying people want 2 stop the war
If they had a love as sweet as U they'd 4get what they were fighting 4
What's the matter with the world 2day?
The land of the free? Somebody lied
They can bug my phone and people 'round my home
They'll only c U and me making love inside
[Chorus]
Eye've never seen the moon look so lovely as the night Eye saw it with U
It let me know Eye'd never seen the moon b4
So many speak of the moon as though it had no flaws
But 2 compare it 2 a beauty like Urs would give 1 pause
Nothing about U is false, that's why Ur love is real
God 4bid if U belonged 2 another Eye'd have 2 steal U
Eye'd have 2 take U from Ur man
Eye might b tempted 2 break the law round here
Because Ur beauty, it gives 1 pause
It slows me down
[Chorus]
song performed by by Prince
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Detour
Sometimes we take a detour
off the well trodden path,
it leads us to a place
that we never wanted to go,
but when we get there,
the place isn’t as bad,
as we expected it to be,
and of the detour we think
we should have taken it before.
poem by David Harris
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Treason doth never prosper, what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason.
quote by John Harington
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Erica
She lives in my dreams, for she lives for all dreams
A beautiful friend for all to see.
She smiles like the bridges that cross abyss,
We look for her smile when all is amiss.
Erica is America for all that she does,
A woman with life,
Flying high with peaceful white doves.
Go with God, my friend, your top of the line.
My life is enriched with your friendship sublime.
0036 Hanging Garden
The pink geraniums
hanging in their plastic terracotta bowl
twist gently to and fro in the slight breeze
as if they’re quietly impatient
for my attention.
It’s their third year up there –
I never expected them to last
more than a year, but
half exposed, half sheltering
under what’s less a porch
than an architectural feature,
they’ve decided to make a go of it
this week in late July moving into August,
they’re into their later style of flowering –
not the profundity of early summer
when they decide exactly when to burst
upon the world petal to petal in a huge bouquet
but delicately, translucent,
both flower and small leaves, letting the sky pass through
as if they know all about colour slides
and simply, do it better.
after their first burst of flower,
they retired into themselves
as if they were exhausted – although
I never asked that of them; while
my respect for them grows year by year
sometimes I think I ought to feed them
like proper gardeners do,
since they don’t have much soil up there
and that’s fed them for three years now
but then I think, no, that’s
asking more of them than they, abundantly, do
so I’ll settle for what they want to offer me
we seem to know each other’s there,
but sometimes they call unexpectedly
like today, when I’m not busy with something else,
and when I give them full attention
as if I’m asking them deep questions
which I’ve never formulated for myself
yet which they’re prepared to answer,
they pour out information about
what I’d call God’s glorious Creation
(what they call it, if they need to call it
anything, gives the mind pause)
in a list which, as they speak it, quality by quality,
gift after gift, invention after invention,
seems no is, as endless as humility
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Looking For a Freshness
I live to explore!
Not to sit in the midst of discoveries...
To be compared by others,
As the way my life should be!
I'm not one to reminisce,
With nostalgic inclinations.
To plagiarize legitimate activities...
Like others finding justification,
To qualify the air they breathe!
I live to explore.
Adventure and learn.
Not to rehearse and regurgitate...
Someone's steps done before.
So many do that and call 'that' creation!
As if to re-invent...
Stirs imaginations!
I live to explore.
Caring less if I'm ignored.
This gift of life is mine and I will proceed...
Looking for a freshness that excites.
My self worth and energy.
Instead of polluting my mind,
Redoing those things others find...
Easy without effort.
As they follow behind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.