A Few Jokes Told While I Do It
It's difficult to get people up off of their knees.
Especially if they believe,
It is part of some kind of delivery process.
'Have you asked for another assignment? '
I asked for that the moment we arrived.
When I saw them rushing to do that...
Getting on their knees business,
I knew right then it would be too much of a challenge.
'Well...
What would you prefer to do? '
If it was up to me,
I would like to put my foot up some rear ends.
With an accepting softer touch.
You know...
A few jokes told while I do it!
To awaken them that way.
This sympathetic, empathetic stuff they desire,
With the patting on the back and the sobbing of the tears...
Is too much over the top for me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vivid Clarity: These Steps I Take
It is the 'who' in me pursued.
Appearing as I do before you...
Without references!
Either those accepted or dismissed.
And depending on your beliefs...
I was 'somewhere' in the heavens,
And 'asked' for this existence.
Whether or not that is true,
I am going to do my best...
To ensure my presence has been felt.
Suggestions given may come after I ask.
I am not seeking charity,
From those on goodwill missions...
Out to prove they have been chosen,
To condition minds...
With a conformed environment as the agenda.
'Peace my brother!
Have you been introduced to the Lord? '
These steps I have taken,
Were made on scraped knees and bruised feet.
Faith, hope and confidence arrived...
To discover me in doubt.
I ain't there no 'mo!
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
However,
I can tell by your eyes,
This is a fresh discovery?
With a desire to share!
And, I have been there.
I was born to chew, digest and enjoy the scenery!
Not to be caught up and lost in it.
Or bleed dramatically in public.
Without sound of applause.
I use to be shocked...
By the lack of sincere empathy unseen.
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
Someone, somewhere...
Will eventually find themselves exploring life,
Oppose to hoping for clues to magically appear...
Out of thin air.
With vivid clarity,
Are those steps I take!
And I didn't just awaken.
I began chipping away at obstacles,
When it became apparent...
My tears would not dissolve them!
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Scarring up my Knees
As I sit here by your bedside son I trace the scars on my knees.
My scarred knees is like a GPS to your soul.
You see the very first scar I got for you is the day I found out your mom was going have you.
I fell to my knees and I thank God for blessing me with a child.
The next scar came when you were born.
I fell to my knees with tears in my eyes thanking God for not just blessing me with a child but a son.
The day you took your first step, I got on my knees and asked the Lord as you step to please walk with you.
And son when that stray bullet hit even as you lied there in your blood I fell to my knees and prayed to God saying; “Lord I don’t want him to leave me now but if you his heavenly father is calling him home let him know his earthly father loved every moment we shared.”
Now God did not call you home that day and you still here with me so until you open your eyes I’ll be scarring up my knees.
All the Jokes
All the jokes have already been told
And so instead, we tell jokes about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
So instead we tell jokes about how
All the new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
Because they remind us about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these jokes get old very quickly
So we make up new jokes about how
The jokes about the new jokes about how
All the jokes that have already been told
Are starting to get quite old
But after a while, once these jokes
Have gotten quite old themselves
We sit and listen to the silence
And wonder about the past, and how
All the jokes have already been told
Then suddenly, out of nowhere
Somebody comes up with a joke
That had been forgotten long ago
But is so funny we can't even breathe
So we roll on the floor, gasping for air
poem by Derek Ouyang
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You Folks Don't Know What You Want
You wanted to receive it.
And you told me to keep it real.
Why do you hold your stomach...
As if you are sick?
Why do you wave your hand?
You wish for more...
Or do you wish for me to stop it?
Which is it?
Give me a sign by patting your foot.
Two means stop.
And one means go!
Don't give me that look.
I don't understand now what you want!
Because both arms are swinging wildly.
And you are stomping both feet,
Crazily on the floor!
In this quiet restaurant.
'No...
We are fine.
We are having a business meeting.
Sorry for the distraction.'
Are you choking?
Just to provoke?
Just to create a scene...
To get others to watch you,
Try to demean?
You asked me!
Remember that.
You folks 'today' don't know what you want!
Falling to the floor and rolling,
Was not one of the options.
You asked 'me'.
Remember that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ana's song
Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
I'magine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an Anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Open fire on the needs designed
Open fire on my knees desires
On my knees for you
song performed by by Silverchair from neon ballroom
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God please
I knelt to my knees
and asked God for strength
I asked him for hope,
I asked him for faith,
I wept on the floor
begging him please
return my strength and sanity
poem by Elizabeth Griff
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These Knees
oh if i had the knees of a athlete
I'll tell you what i would do.
i would jump around all day
till everyone did it too!
If my knees worked
i would run and run
people would think I'm crazy
but i would have Fun!
Soccer my favorite sport.
i would kick the ball
and chase it too!
I wouldnt feel it at all!
but with these Knees
i can not do the things that i desire
running jumping playing are off limits
oh how i wish i could not tire.
but with these knees
i can still walk
so if i can't be thankful
i should not talk.
poem by S.M. Riggin
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Little Tin God
A new age is dawning
On fewer than expected
Business is usual
Thats how the headline read
Some shaky modern saviors
Have now been resurrected
In all this excitement
You may have been misled
People want a miracle
They say oh lord, cant you see us?
Were tryin to make a livin down here
And keep the children fed
But, from little dark motel rooms
To six flags over jesus
How are the mighty fallen
So the Bible said
You dont have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, you might fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
The cowboys name was jingo
And he knew that there was trouble
So in a blaze of glory
He rode out of the west
No one was ever certain
What it was that he was sayin
But they loved it when he told them
They were better than the rest
But you dont have to pray for a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might hate to system, hate the job
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
Throw down a rope from heaven
And lead the flock to water
The man in the middle would have you think
That you have no other choice
But to wander in the wilderness
Of all the upturned faces
If you stop and listen long enough
You will hear your own small voice
But you dont have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
You never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
song performed by by Don Henley
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One Summer 1962
Christina sat next to you
on the school playing fields
the summer day was hot
and she sat there
cross-legged
her school skirt
touching on her knees
and you looked beyond her
wondering if the girl
who had kissed you
at Christmas
while carol singing
was looking over at you
from a group of girls
across the way
I wish I had
my bathing costume on
Christina said
so do I
you said looking back
at her taking in
her white knees
catching the summer sun
she giggled and looked away
did Cedric tell you about me
and what I told him?
she asked
her profile
like some Renoir girl
yes
you said
remembering Cedric's words
and his blushing face
he seemed put out
you added
you don't want to worry
about Cedric
she said
he hates me getting into boys
as she said this
you looked over
at the girl who kissed you
and she was staring
over at you and Christina
and seemed annoyed
and as you gazed at her
you still felt that kiss
on your lips
and that embrace
in the moonlight
and Christina touched
your knee
and said
if you want privacy
we can always go up
into the woods by the fence
and you said
did you hear about Brilton
the teacher of English?
No
she said
what?
he's been sacked
why? she asked
running her hand
along your thigh
for taking boys home
in the lunch period
you said
oh
she said
removing her hand
what for?
You looked
at her knees
in the sunlight
how the light
seemed to warm them
no idea
you said
and you looked away
with a picture
of her knees
carried in your head.
poem by Terry Collett
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Now when I came to go up to operations, I went down to this patient's room and got down on my knees at the foot of the bed and earnestly asked the Lord to help us and to help me.
quote by John Harvey Kellogg
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Experience Is God
I asked, ‘What comes with birth? '
Born and see, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is said to be education? '
Study and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is knowledge? '
Know and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is kindness? '
Be kind and shower, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is love? '
Share with others, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What pleasure do you get from wife? '
Marry and experience, God ordered!
I asked, ‘Who is child to you? '
Get a child for you, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is old age? '
Become old and observe God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is poverty? '
Toil and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What happens after death? '
Die and see God ordered!
If anyone wants to know what is life,
And he has to experience and know,
Then why are you, GOD?
GOD said, ‘O' poor man,
The experience itself is ME!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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I Asked God
“When I Asked God for Strength
He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face
When I Asked God for Brain & Brown
He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve
When I Asked God for Happiness
He Showed Me Some Unhappy People
When I Asked God for Wealth
He Showed Me How to Work Hard
When I Asked God for Favors
He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard
When I Asked God for Peace
He Showed Me How to Help Others
God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted
He Gave Me Everything I Needed.”
poem by Shivani Nalkar
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bored With School
I became extremely bored with school,
At an early age.
I felt I was watched and scrutinized,
Unnecessarily.
AND...
I told my 5th grade teacher this.
AFTER given an assignment,
To write an essay...
Right there in the classroom.
I felt her hawkish eyes on me,
Like I was prey.
And she couldn't wait to see,
What I had written.
'Uh...
Mr. Pertillar?
Why are you looking out the window.
I've given all of you students an assignment.'
~I'm done.~
'That's impossible.'
~You've asked us to write an assignment...
And...
With an 'a' and a 'd' surrounding an 'n'
I said,
I was done! ~
'You are a fresh mouth little boy.
Bring to me your work.'
~And there are no spelling errors.
I check it.~
'Interesting.
Very 'adult' in expression.
But this is a 5th grade assignment.
And YOU are getting a 'C'.'
~A 'C'? ~
'Open your mouth again,
And it will become a 'D'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The search
he asked why i wrote
so many sea poems
and i immediately told
him i am still searching -
my desire like waves
sweep onto shore -
for that bright shell that
would reveal the patterns
of my poetic thoughts
what is your poetic thought?
he asked and i told him it
would be the vastness of sea
with that one shell that holds
the fascination of a whole
creation
he asked how that shell is?
and i told him i am still
searcing for it in the sea of my thoughts.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On My Knees
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos that ain't my style
VERSE 1
I remember how we met,
It was on the train
How could I forget?
You smiled and you looked at me
The soft of your lips, it captured me
The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other
And then we sat down together
You gave me your number,
Said Give me a call
I thought I wouldn't call at all
Here we are, fell in love
Like hand to glove
Pure bliss from above
Now all we seem to do is fuss and fight
We never seem to get it right
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos that ain't my style (x2)
VERSE 2
I remember the night when we were home alone
You were on the sofa, I was on the phone
You overheard me call out my best friend's name
That's when you went crazy, started going insane
Grabbed the phone from my hand,
Backed me against the wall
Shouting and asking
Who was on the call?
You wouldn't believe me
When I said it's just a friend
That's when all the matters began
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos that ain't my style (x2)
MIDDLE 8 (x2)
He's got you begging on your knees,
Crying in your sleep
Making you believe him
But you're stronger
Than you'll ever know, girl
You control your own world
No need to take no more
GHOSTFACE KILLAH-
And yo' I asked you to calm down
Asked you who was on the phone put the horn down
You had a glass of wine a Versace night gown, a lime green one
That I brought you for the trip from the cruise you won,
I don't approve of those male friends, (no)
I told you back then when we first got together, I don't trust those men
And you did it again I lost my temper, blinked out and wrecked the house boo
That's all I remember, I'm sorry
MIDDLE 8
He's got you begging on your knees,
Crying in your sleep
Making you believe him
But you're stronger
Than you'll ever know, girl
You control your own world
No need to take no more
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos' that ain't my style
song performed by by 411
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On My Knees Ft. Ghostface Killah
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos that ain't my style
VERSE 1
I remember how we met,
It was on the train
How could I forget?
You smiled and you looked at me
The soft of your lips, it captured me
The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other
And then we sat down together
You gave me your number,
Said Give me a call
I thought I wouldn't call at all
Here we are, fell in love
Like hand to glove
Pure bliss from above
Now all we seem to do is fuss and fight
We never seem to get it right
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos that ain't my style (x2)
VERSE 2
I remember the night when we were home alone
You were on the sofa, I was on the phone
You overheard me call out my best friend's name
That's when you went crazy, started going insane
Grabbed the phone from my hand,
Backed me against the wall
Shouting and asking
Who was on the call?
You wouldn't believe me
When I said it's just a friend
That's when all the madness began
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos that ain't my style (x2)
MIDDLE 8 (x2)
He's got you begging on your knees,
Crying in your sleep
Making you believe him
But you're stronger
Than you'll ever know, girl
You control your own world
No need to take no more
GHOSTFACE KILLAH-
And yo' I asked you to calm down
Asked you who was on the phone put the horn down
You had a glass of wine a Versace night gown, a lime green one
That I brought you for the trip from the cruise you won,
I don't approve of those male friends, (no)
I told you back then when we first got together, I don't trust those men
And you did it again I lost my temper, blinked out and wrecked the house boo
That's all I remember, I'm sorry
MIDDLE 8
He's got you begging on your knees,
Crying in your sleep
Making you believe him
But you're stronger
Than you'll ever know, girl
You control your own world
No need to take no more
CHORUS
I can't fall down on my knees
And apologise to you
Cos' that ain't my style
song performed by by 411
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Going Down On Love
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down
When the real thing goes wrong
And you cant get it on
And your love she has gone
And you got to carry on
And you shoot out the light
Aint coming home for the night
You know you got to, got to, got to pay the price
Somebody please, please help me
You know Im drowning in the sea of hatred
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down
Something precious and rare
Disappears in thin air
And it seems so unfair
Nothing doin nowhere
Well you burn all your boats
And you sow your wild oats
Well you know, you know, you know the price is right!
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
song performed by by Lennon John
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