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A Pusher Of Words

I've been made effectively invisible for years.
Considered a fool who jokes.
And not to be taken seriously.
Afterall...
I am just a writer.
A pusher of words.
Not a politician.
Or a minister who preaches.
Nor am I a thief.
So what possible influence could I have?
When I speak...
Few remember what has been heard.
Or read at their convenience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Validation Made

I wasn't voted Most Likely To Succeed,
In high school.
Afterall...
Who would declare,
In 1965 a desire to find success as a writer?

A doctor, a lawyer, a minister?
A fireman?
A basketball or a football star?
Okay!

'What did he say...
A 'writer'? '

Are they laughing at me?

I didn't declare that to get attention.
I knew what I was.

Today I hear 'kids' with wishes to be...
A movie, rap or singing star.
Baseball, basketball...
Or a football great.
Nurses and doctors too.
Afterall, they make 'money'...
That's what I hear them say.

But a writer?
And of poetry?

Are they laughing at me?

'Medic?
We've got one over here.
Delusional and hallucinating.
See what can be done.
If nothing...
Forget it! '

Well...
Very few writers make money,
Doing what they do.
And my name aint Twain, Langston...
Or Maya Angelou!
I did know Zora Neale Hurston's family.

Her brother Edgar, his wife and kids,
Lived in Bellevue Square in Hartford....
As me and my family did.
I grew up with their children.
And Robert, the second eldest son...
Was a good friend of mine.
Oh...
How I hate to name drop!

And fame?
Who said anything about wanting to be famous?

I said I was a writer.
Aint nothing about that has changed.
But I wish I had some bucks for my efforts.
Especially as I've age with a validation made.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Very Best Of Their Addicting Fictions

A writer who plays with politics,
Is not the same,
As a politician who writes...
To have people read to see it known,
The very best of their addicting fictions told.

And a writer who recites to speak,
May sound as if he could preach.
And from pulpits quote...
The very best of their addicting fictions told.
And no one would ever know.

With eyes closed,
Who should they follow.
Who is perceived to lead.
With eyes closed.
And who...
Eventually is discovered to have credibility,
With the telling of the truth.
Words delivered as they are and not dressed,
In a tailored suit and silk tie with spit shined shoes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paperback Writer

(LennonMcCartney)
Paperback writer
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer (fade out)

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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A Love To Read

Is it a misconception,
That writers read...
Other writers' works?

Or reads extensively at all?

Afterall...
When would a true writer,
Find time to get that done...
If one has a love to read?

And...
I am not that one to say,
A reading AND a writing done...
Is an impossibility.
Because I read what I write often.
Regularly and on a daily basis.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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'Made it as a writer'? I'm still wondering if I've made it as a writer. I've made it as a published writer of the type of SF that I want to write and read, but I'm still waiting for that big breakthrough.

quote by Eric Brown
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A liar

Who can be termed as liar?
he himself is biggest fool and supplier
you can act only as offender
as wrong person you can act as defender

Some people are really big thief
They have no clear thinking and belief
they hurl anything at anybody
their words and action speak with the body

it may not be allowed for long time
neither it is appreciated nor welcome
no one can be as perfect as thief
the utterances should be precise and brief

speak different and act contrary
both in real sense certainly vary
we are sometimes amused and feel weary
it is altogether unwanted and unnecessary

To speak lies can be our weakness
to come out of it can be called frankness
to spread it further may be altogether useless
we must have enough courage and strength to face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thief! ! !

You are a thief
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief from bones and soul
Thief till dust and ash
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief who steals and shouts
Thief who cheats and hides
You have a pride
A pride of THIEF
You have an ethic
An ethic of THIEF
You have rules
Rules of THIEF
You take what you want
And run from everyone
Irresponsible about what you’ve done
Leave this mess to be blown
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
There’s nothing real
From your belonging
You’re just a thief
And why I should follow a thief

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Pusher

(1970) Hoyt Axton
You know I smoked a lot of grass,Oh Lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin' round
Here with tombstones in their eyes
'Cause the pusher don't care
Child if you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher, yea yea
I said God damn him
God damn him, pusher man
You know the dealer
I said the dealer is a man
With lots of love racks in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good God, oh Lord he's my natural man
You know the dealer
The dealer takes a nickel lord
And sells you lots of sweet dreams
And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
But here comes the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
God damn on the pusher
I said God damn the pusher
He's not a natural man
You know the dealer takes a nickel
And he sells a box of sweet dreams
But he pusher takes your body
He takes your body
He takes your body
And he leaves your mind a screen
God damn him
God damn him, God damn him
God damn him, God damn the pusher
If I were the president, hear me, of this land
I'd declare totale war on the pusher man
Gimme now, now
I'd shoot him if he stands
I'd cut him if he runs yea
I'd kill him with my Bible
My razor and my gun
God damn him, God damn him
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher man

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Pusher

(1970) hoyt axton
You know I smoked a lot of grass,oh lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing
That my spirit couldnt kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin round
Here with tombstones in their eyes
cause the pusher dont care
Child if you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher, yea yea
I said God damn him
God damn him, pusher man
You know the dealer
I said the dealer is a man
With lots of love racks in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good god, oh lord hes my natural man
You know the dealer
The dealer takes a nickel lord
And sells you lots of sweet dreams
And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
But here comes the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
God damn on the pusher
I said God damn the pusher
Hes not a natural man
You know the dealer takes a nickel
And he sells a box of sweet dreams
But he pusher takes your body
He takes your body
He takes your body
And he leaves your mind a screen
God damn him
God damn him, God damn him
God damn him, God damn the pusher
If I were the president, hear me, of this land
Id declare totale war on the pusher man
Gimme now, now
Id shoot him if he stands
Id cut him if he runs yea
Id kill him with my bible
My razor and my gun
God damn him, God damn him
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher man

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Rebellista

I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.

And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are criticized.

My eyes are too widely opened.
My empathy connects to humanity.
I witness injustices and quick to speak
I am affected emotionally,
With the grief I see on urban streets.

I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.

And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are critized.

I am not considered a terrorist.
Or thought of to threaten as a spy.

I am just ignored and ostracized!
With a noneffective influence.
A leper considered to be one distanced.

'If you don't like it here...
Go back to from where you came.'
Says the minister on the streets...
During the performance of his outreach.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Read Unremembered Poets

I read unremembered poets-
Names little and less known -
Names no longer considered-

Each one was a person and a voice
Each one believed their words should be heard-

I read them and feel myself one of them-

Silence is who they are now
And who we will be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Story

There was a girl who couldnt speak,
Who couldnt speak her mind.
Only thing she was good at
Was telling stories of faraway lands.
There was a guy who couldnt say,
Who couldnt say what he wanted.
Only thing he was good at
Was cracking jokes to make people laugh.
So many words he swallowed,
So many thoughts she kept to herself.
And when they met they made love
And talked about the world and the weather.
So many cities he walked,
So many countries she traveled.
And in their dreams they would listen
To the sound of the sea they heard together.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Story

There was a girl who couldnt speak,
Who couldnt speak her mind.
Only thing she was good at
Was telling stories of faraway lands.
There was a guy who couldnt say,
Who couldnt say what he wanted.
Only thing he was good at
Was cracking jokes to make people laugh.
So many words he swallowed,
So many thoughts she kept to herself.
And when they met they made love
And talked about the world and the weather.
So many cities he walked,
So many countries she traveled.
And in their dreams they would listen
To the sound of the sea they heard together.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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(No More) Love At Your Convenience

Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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In The Event...

In the event of my absence,
Remember me for the good and the bad.
Speak about the bad don't leave it out.
Speak about the good times we shared together, when I will be gone.
Use my photo often like a daily prayer.
Remember my laughter and jokes.
And for every time u crack a bottle open,
Don't forget these wines and cocktails.
Drink one for me in the event of my absence.
Remember me as the one u use to hate,
The quiet one, the one u seek advise from.
Also the one u use to love and crush on.remember me in all ways u can.
Till u we meet again.
Remember me! ! !

poem by Donavan Avril
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DR KALAIGNAR M. KARUNANIDHI (An Acrostic)

Lovingly dedicated to our beloved Chief Minister of Tamilnadu,
On his birthday,03-06-2010

Dravidian Movement leader of great repute
Ryot by birth and writer in Tamil of scripts and songs

Known for his eloquence in Tamil oration
Author of many Tamil books of high literary quality
Lover of Tamil language and culture and Lyricist
A rare human being who made India and Tamilnadu proud
Inferno that burned off the caste and creed differences amongst Tamilians
Genius and generous giver of awards and rewards for deserving artistes and achievers
Newspaper founder and editor
Anjugam’s son
Renowned erudite Chief Minister of Tamilnadu

Muthuvel’s son; Mayor of Chennai; MLA; MISA detenu;

Keeper of words and promises
Arrested on many occasions on political grounds and for spear-heading social causes
Reputed and revolutionary Indian Tamilian statesman
Unbiased but shrewd politician
Notable legislator
Anti-hindi agitationist
Natural poet-playwright and story-writer
Imprisoned for political reasons
Doctor of Philosophy
Heart of kindness and humaneness
Indian Tamilian patriot, who adored the sacred soil of the Motherland

Copyright by Dr John Celes 03-06-2010

poem by John Celes
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What Kind Of Fool (7 Mix)

What kind of fool do you take me for?
I don't wanna hear your reasons
I'm not giving you another chance
In my kindness you saw weakness
Time for me to make a stand
Whenever I hear your music
Singing the same old tune
You're so sure that I can't refuse it
But don't you speak too soon
What kind of fool do you take me for
Don't wanna see your face no more
You can say you'll be true, I can trust in you
But I heard all that before
Remember how I used to need you
But baby you were never there
There was a time when I believed you
But now I know you didn't care
Don't wanna hear your hard-luck story
It's the same time after time
It's too late to say you're sorry
You'll never change wrong to right
What kind of fool do you take me for
Don't wanna see your face no more
You can say you'll be true, I can trust in you
But I heard all that before
What kind of fool do you take me for
No one on earth could give you more
You would change white to black if I took you back
But I heard all that before
What kind of fool
What kind of fool
(Believed you, believed you)
(Believed you, believed you)
Whenever I hear your music
Singing the same old tune
You're so sure that I can't refuse it
But don't you speak too soon
What kind of fool do you take me for
Don't wanna see your face no more
You can say you'll be true, I can trust in you
But I heard all that before
What kind of fool do you take me for
No one on earth could give you more
You would change white to black if I took you back
But I heard all that before
What kind of fool do you take me

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Purgatory

They are in queer,
A thief, doctor, murderer, king & queen, liar,
politician and etc.,
A soldier is questioning them about their past sins
before they enter the two pathways.
One is to heaven and the other to hell.
'I theft a bible' thief replied.
'then you can go to the right path'
'I did hundred abortions' doctor said.
'turn to left'
'we did adultery' king and queen replied.
'left please'
'I killed a politician' murderer said.
'right ahead and the liar can go back.
'before you go to the left path visit the pathologist for an aid test'
soldier shouted to the politician.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Words between words

Words between words
~
I try and say most things subtle
To slip words between words
In the hope you will read and hear
Sometimes I speak with blunt honesty
Sometimes wish I just didn’t speak
Sketching in secret characters
Telling stories built on fantasy
When a subtle look reveals
The obvious biography
Those words between words
What I write, what I speak
I understand words more than people
Words always seem easy
We all have things we wish to say
Some are said, others kept
All that is written then spoken
Are words between words

poem by Matthew Holloway
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To love again and remember

To love again and remember
~
To love again and remember
The joys of a youthful laugh
The whispered words of lovers
The giggles and private jokes
Each kiss stolen when possible
A smile as you say beautiful
The curl of the lips raises up
What little joys remain kept
The touch of another’s hand
Holding tightly not letting go
To be in love again and remember
Every little private pleasure
In the heart which is singing
All the joys of being in love
Aloud and in secret it is clear
How happy it is to remember
The joys of a youthful laugh
Private jokes and kisses stolen
Smiling through whispered words
Eyes looking into each other
Oh to love again and remember

poem by Matthew Holloway
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