Accessible
Showing you my intelligence,
And the depth of my vast understanding...
Of life and your agonies,
Will not mean a thing if professed.
I want us to touch.
I want you to know I feel you with concern.
And how can I do that if I am not accessible?
I am not sitting on the street corner,
Because I am enchanted with your lifestyle!
With envy.
If this is what you want,
That's fine!
But don't tell me I don't know what it's like,
To be pissy poor!
Just because you see my shoes shine,
I'm not into my feet feeling cement.
It's about presentation.
What I want you to see,
You will see!
And when I say I've come to expose my sole...
That's exactly what I mean.
Take a look!
No thanks!
You keep the socks.
I'll buy a pair as soon as I get rid of these cans!
CANS!
I know I have 'corns'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cans with evil contents
Sealed cans will not leak.
Empty cans too won’t leak.
Yet sealed cans are risky.
Men gentle to women
Can be either of them.
24.01.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Down On The Corner (feat. Lance Diamond)
Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind
Poor kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he knows they gonna start
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Johnny hits the washboard, people just gotta smile
Robby thumbs a gut-bass and solos for a while
Poor boy brings the rhythm on his kalamazoo
And Willie goes into a dance doubles on kazoo, hey!
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you got a nickel won't ya lay your money down
Over on the corner there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
[fade out
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Down On The Corner
Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse, theyre startin to unwind
Poor kids on the corner tryin to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he knows they gonna start
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Johnny hits the washboard, people just gotta smile
Robby thumbs a gut-bass and solos for a while
Poor boy brings the rhythm on his kalamazoo
And willie goes into a dance doubles on kazoo, hey!
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
You dont need a penny just to hang around
But if you got a nickel wont ya lay your money down
Over on the corner theres a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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An Old Pair Of Shoes
Verse 1:
Ive walked a million miles across this floor
But I never have quite made it to the door
I never thought the time would come
Id ever see this day
When you could make me feel so thrown away
Chorus:
Im feeling like an old pair of shoes
All worn out from walking through these blues
Theres a hole in my soul
And Im really feeling used
Im just like an old pair of shoes
Verse 2:
Youve always been my one and only, love
It aint no easy thing to give you up
Looking back Im feeling like
Theres nothing left to lose
This time I may just walk out on you cause
Repeat chorus:
Tagg:
Theres a hole in my soul
And Im really feeling used
Im just like an old pair of shoes
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Keep Yourself Accessible
Did you dropp your smile?
Something is missing on your face.
And I know I haven't seen that in a while.
Did it hurt?
Have you deserted it,
To carry that frown?
Don't be down.
Keep yourself accessible.
Turn around.
Get rid of that frown.
Keep yourself accessible.
Don't dry up like a vegetable.
Or a grape reduced to a raisin juiced.
Showing you've been pruned,
From a plum someone had used!
Keep yourself accessible.
Turn around.
Get rid of that frown.
Invite more sun to come around.
Keep yourself accessible.
Become a fine wine...
That's been aged over time.
And decide in your mind...
The life you live welcomes Sunshine!
Keep yourself accessible.
With a spring in your step,
Bouncing in your prime.
Yes...
Keep yourself accessible.
Turn around.
Don't be down.
Keep yourself accessible.
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
Hey...
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
Hey...
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
Hey...
Keep yourself accessible.
And in your mind welcome Sunshine,
Today.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Corner People Thing
On the streets in our hometowns
They stand together...
Men throw cans in carts together
Learning to live and eat whatever.
All...
In the name of love!
They play together
Grow gray together
Walk, talk and think together.
All...
In the name of love!
These are the people cornered
On the corners
Begging for change and miracles
On the streets of our hometowns.
Together they expect a 'ship' or something better
Coming while they doze from a 'high' together.
Some would call bums of these lifeless 'go-getters'
All...
In the name of love!
These are the people cornered
On the corners
Begging for change and miracles
On the streets of our hometowns.
Warriors wasting their points of views,
On streets where all claim paid their dues.
Rubbing their hands to get warm in Winter's cold!
A corner people thing showing numbers...uncounted
Untold!
On the streets of our hometowns.
Note: 'A Corner People Thing' was composed
many years ago as part of my 'MindPrints from
Untouched Places' presentation. This was back in the 80's.
And I think it is even more relevant today.
This poem also appears in the collection,
MindPrints from Untouched Places, Vol I (the book)
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Wheelchair Accessible
I have something to say but no one will hear it because I can’t get in.
The place to speak is not wheelchair accessible.
My whole life I have been on the outside looking in.
Because most business owners brains are not wheelchair accessible.
When I’m on the street corner just waiting for bus some one walks up and hands me a dollar because they think I’m begging another mind that is not wheelchair accessible.
I know most people have to look down to see me, but they don’t need to look down on me. A person who is unable to see past the physical is a person who will never see that I’m not the one with the disability they are. Do you hear me or are you not wheelchair accessible.
Mighty Fine Blues
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Walk down any street
Pass the people you meet
What is it about this place that keeps you on your feet
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Night is coming down
Closer to the ground
Gonna have a little fun while I'm still around
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Don't believe the words they say to you when their soul's hurting
Don't believe a word they say about me because I'm feeling mighty fine
Think I gotta go
Think I'm gonna die
Oh my God somethings wrong
The end is coming near
because I'm
Feeling mighty fine
feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am, yes I am
song performed by by Eels
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Ode to My Socks
Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin,
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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The Street Only Knew Your Name
Your street, rich street or poor
You should always be sure of your street
There's a place in your heart,
When you know from the start
And you can't be complete without a street
Keep movin' on, just like a train
Sometimes you gotta look back to the street again
Would you prefer all those castles in spain
Or a view of the street from your window pane
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name, oh your precious name, precious name
There was walter and joy, kate and roy
All hung around the corner lamplight
Get together sing some songs
Like boppin' the blues - you make me feel alright
That was long before fortune and fame
No such thing as a star when you've played that game
Everyone knew who everyone was
There was no preference in the street no, no
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name, oh your precious name
And you walked around in the heart of town
Listening for that sound
And you walk around in the heart of town
Listening for that sound
Blue suede shoes, it was the blue suede shoes
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Are There Poems For the Poor?
ARE THERE POEMS FOR THE POOR?
Are there poems for the poor?
What are they about?
Not having?
Not being able to buy?
Hunger?
Sleeping on the street?
Saying ‘no’ to those one loves?
Critical medications not afforded?
Children without bread?
Are there poems for the dead?
Going through the garbage cans
And remembering
How I once looked with slight contempt
On those who did so?
Are their poems for the poor?
The dead?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A right pair!
The tired shoes yawned,
They were unable to detach themselves from the feet
The tired feet yawned
Feeling trapped by the shoes and unable to escape
The first signs of agraphobia pressed in
Both were sick of the sight of each other
What a pair!
The hands tapped the table top idly
Refusing to release them,
Too busy composing a first and second draft
Of sonnet in its third sequence
The hands showed 'creative indifference'
The feet and the shoes
Now hot and bothered
Grew smelly and grumpy
Stamping the ground they united forces
Shifting both legs into action
Stamping the ground in fury
Shifting the hands from the writing pad
Until finally the hands released them from each other
'What a pair'! , the hands cried
The feet and the shoes
Sent loving looks to each other
After a particularly tiresome day
They hoped soon to be re united
What a pair!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Im Doing Fine Crazy Man
(m - grosskopf, l - kiske)
Thunder, flash and lightning
Is working on my back
The tables in the kitchen
Are tryin to break my neck
All the late night memories
Are learning Im my shoes
My mothers old grey
Leather gloves are singing loud the blues
I can taste whats in the sun
No time to waste cause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still its true Im doin fine
You cant see me
cause now Im all free
Now you know Im through
An all thats not new
Sitting on a paperback
cause I dont know what really crecks
Im trying to climb my pencil
To get him high
No one tells me what to do
cause ano one knows what Ive been through
You dont know a thing
But you can learn
Its time to touch the sky
My mind is free I fly
I can taste whats in the sun
No time to waste cause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still its true Im doin fine
You cant see me
cause now Im all free
Now you know Im through
An all thats not new
song performed by by Helloween
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Bang Your Pans If You Wish
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
With empty cans,
If you wish...
And then demand,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
With empty cans,
If you wish...
And then demand,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
You're not the only one,
Who has loaded shoulders.
Today the young and older ones...
Have little to eat.
You're not the only one,
Whose shoulders are bent over.
Who needs to lay their head somewhere,
And get some sleep!
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
With empty cans,
If you wish...
And then demand,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
With empty cans,
If you wish...
And then demand,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Don't give up your hope.
To swing from a rope.
Or choke up on tears,
Or fears to threaten.
Show more strength and cope.
And leave your mind open.
Don't shut it close!
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
With empty cans,
If you wish...
And then demand,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
With empty cans,
If you wish...
And then demand,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Like a personal damnation.
Like a personal damnation.
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Like a personal damnation.
Like a personal damnation.
Bang your pans,
If you wish...
To make your situation,
Like a personal damnation.
Like a personal damnation.
Like a personal damnation.
Bang your pans,
If you wish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Socks, Shoes and Feet
Socks, shoes and
feet
Where they bring
me
Thou shall speak
Soul
Who are you
Who
Thou shall we
meet
I alone am
I
Alone whom else
Who
There's so many
And
There's I alone
Shall
We walk again
Socks, Shoes and
Feet
poem by Jay Reynolds
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Sitting On Top Of The World
Well its been a long day but I dont like to moan
Its the middle of summer and Im chilled to the bone
Theres holes in my shoes where the rain comes in
Im sitting on top of the world
Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks
I was talking to a stranger and hes on the rocks
Down on the pavement living in a box
Im sitting on top of the world
Oh no cant anybody see
Its been a bad day and I want a little peace
Oh no wont you please help me
I want to lie down but theres no beds free
Down on the corner theres starry eyed preachers
Rattling cans and pimping jesus
Theres madmen on boxes makig speeches
Im sitting on top of the world
You cant sit in the sunshine or go out after dark
Theres dogs on the loose acting like sharks
Theres psychos on the streets burning winos in the park
Im sitting on top of the world
Oh no I wish I was gone
I want to get going before too long
Oh no I want to leave town
But I cant drive my car cause they put it in the pound
The masters of industry are killing for oil
Theres poison in the air the water and the soil
Were all turning mutant theyre counting up their spoils
Im sitting on top of the world
I turn on the tv and it makes me want to cry
Theres killing and theres torture theres destruction and theres lies
And our leaders talk rubbish and more people die
Im sitting on top of the world
Oh no I cant take anymore
Im shaking all over and my nerves are all raw
Oh no my heads a little sore
I want to get out but I cant find the door
song performed by by Pogues
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Snickers
Thought thinkning to fidget
Skinny naked midget
Cans grow wild in Canada
Fishing is candy
The boiling be dandy
Diet Dr. Pepper...'Phonaminah! '
And the paint will be thinner
And the key may meet winner
The bike is riding the mood
Feet taste like rocks
With candy bar socks
Nothing bracelets with food
poem by XBlackxRainbowX
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Old Brown Shoes
Look sitting at the bottom of the bed.
A pair of old brown shoes.
I can tell by the soles of those
old brown shoes; that they
have walked many miles,
Furthermore, I can tell by
the scuff marks on the toes
of those old brown shoes;
that they had to kick many
obstacles out of the way of
the owner,
Now, by the fade shine
on those old brown shoes;
I can tell that they were
handled with much love
and care.
Boy! If the tongues on
those old brown shoes;
could talk. I could just
imagine the stories they
would tell.
I know one of the stories
would be of suicide.
Because there above my head.
Hangs the owner; by the laces
of those old brown shoes.
Episodes I've Closed
Inside me is this feeling,
I've just got to share.
This love I have inside of me...
Travels freely everywhere.
The meaning I must send,
Transcends descriptions defined.
I want it to radiate and glow.
Showing it more...
And wanting it to shine!
This chapter of my life...
And those episodes I've closed,
Brings today an understanding
Of what I must expose!
I have deep love...
From a place that surfaces.
I want it more to show outside,
From inside of me where it hid!
I am more ready now to receive,
And with love I am more willing to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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