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An Asset That Has Been Kept an Aspect of Victory

A game played that seeks to be effective,
Should at least have one who feels in competition.
What would be the advantage?
To say a winning has been won,
From someone who has long stopped interest...
Is not a game.
As much as it is a display of repeated shallowness.
And once that is witnessed...
Only those impressed with their own egos,
Seem the last to convince
Their attempts do not provoke attention.
And isn't 'that' the idea?
To keep what is not suspected,
An asset that has been kept an aspect of victory.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame Game

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!

And lame it will stay everyday!

'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Game Is On

Have you seen
This little toy
When youre down
It gives you joy
You escape reality
Delve into its tv
Screen
For the rich and for
The poor
For the even more
Secure
Doesnt matter where
You are,
Where you go or where
Youve been
Well, theres still no
Guarantee
For your virgin mind,
You see
Just go on and play
The game
You will surely go
Insane
The game is on
And you have gone
Gone to a world
On its display
And the game is fun
But when it has won
All you ever hear is
What it says
Theres a great
Amount of fumes
Coming out from
Somebodys room
The firemen got
There
Making their way
Up the stairs
Find a man in a chair
But it doesnt seem
Hes there
With a grey box
In his hands
He has gone to
Another land
The game is on
And you have gone
Gone to a world
On its display
And the game is fun
But when it has won
All you ever hear is
What it says
You have played it much
Too long
Now your senses get
Things wrong
All your walls come
Crashing down
Now its time
For you to frown
Howd you like this
Heavy load?
Guess your brain will
Soon explode
You never had this
Ugly feel

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I can evaluate a player in a very short period of time because I'm very close to that game, very educated in that game and played the game for a long, long time. I wasn't just a guy with talent. I learned a lot about the game.

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A Ritual of Victory

Out on the playing arena long about now,
Two teams are competing as if they are on trial.
Cheerleaders are entertaining with a new style,
Holding the attention of the crowd for a while.

The fans are cheering as loud as they can.
The players are inspired by the music of the band.
The scoreboard lights seem to blink at will,
The victor's final score is bright and still.

Shortly after the game, they'll all come in,
The players tuckered out, the coach with a grin.
Proud of their victory, they'll scarcely wait,
Specially if the post game ceremony is late.

It may be football or soccer or any other game,
A ritual of victory is basically the same.
The players huddle together and in unison say grace.
Wonder who is standing in my old place.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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You Play Entirely By Yourself

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.

I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Unrevealed

If there was an interest,
You would express fresh questions.
You'd wish to know something new.
Something unrevealed between me and you.

If there was an interest,
We'd both be on our best behavior.
Trying to impress.
And displaying a happiness.

But what we have here is a competition.
A game of some kind...
To seek ways to undermine.

And my sole purpose with you,
Is to establish a meaningful relationship!
One for the long haul.
And not one pursued to unhitch and undo.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brink Of Extinction

Creating with a solicitation,
A lazy and undisciplined existence.
To identify a segment of one's population,
As dysfunctional.
May for those responsible,
In the implementation of this...
Boost egos.
But cost effective?
No!

Only fools feeding an isolated greed,
Would keep this as their belief.
Only a complete ignorance,
Would perceive this approach...
To be an effective reflection of greatness.

Those assigned to oppress minds,
From the time of their birth...
Would find this uplifting to their self worth.
And not an encouragement nourishing,
One to the brink of extinction.

Those assigned to oppress minds,
Of those threatening their insecurities...
Eventually will find this point of view of superiority,
A mentally degrading aspect...
Of their own growth process and not an asset.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow The Leader

Remember the game we used to play?
We played while in school.
We played it with friends.
It was called 'Follow The Leader'
The leader would show you the way.

We followed along and did what he did.
He jumped. We jumped.
He clapped. We clapped.
He ran. We ran.
He snapped. We snapped.
And as you followed you knew
you were still in the game but then grew.

You stopped the game or did you?
Are you still a follower in all you do?
Some are born leaders and some are not.
So now what we have is a sorry lot
of folks leadin' the way
into deceit and moral decay.

It's time to wake up.
Get off the bandwagon
with its popular way to go.
That childhood game of 'Follow The Leader'
will never allow you to grow.
I've never believed in following the leader.
It's a dangerous thing to do.
For the road they are taking and traveling
may not be good to pursue.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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29th February 2012

They all lost faith in the game,
And the hope of winning the game was over!
But, i never gave up;
And i kept on pushing harder towards the goal post;
For in this life,
Nothing is impossible and, impossible is nothing! !

Forward ever!
Without looking at the right side or the left side;
So, i moved forward and kicked the ball into the net!
Then, i scored the goal to win the match.
Yes, we won the game and the Cup was given to me because,
I was the captain of the team.

It was 29th February 2012,
And we won the game at the very lasrt minute to end the game!
Yes, the very time that everybody lost hope in the game;
But i never gave up my hope and, i scored the winning goal! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Big Mal

This saturday his team were defeated and after the game in the pub
Big Mal was not in the mood for talking or singing the anthem of his club
Beaten by a point in a thriller but he does not take pride in an honourable defeat
To him victory only matter and winning to him always sweet.

Big Mal he has never played football though football plays a huge part in his life
The football team he supports to him as important as his young son or his beautiful wife
When his team as he calls them win he feels happy but losses he finds hard to take
But after each win he feels happy what a difference a victory can make.

Big Mal is a likeable fellow and so much about him to like
He does not drive his car when he's drinking he cycles to and from the pub on his pushbike
He says I need my driver's licence for work and at the weekend to watch my team play
My wife and son and my football team to me most important he say.

This saturday his team were the losers and Big Mal not happy at all
He feels sad on such an occasion and he never talks of football
But he has next weekend to look forward to and next saturday and sunday night
A win in the pub he may be celebrating and laughing aloud in delight.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Blackball

In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
And those of us who win the game give up our minds
I dont call that winning
Say this doesnt apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I done today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed
Win the battle lose the war
I know Ive played this game before
When people were still real
I dont want this anymore
Its time for me to close the door
Theres nothing left to feel
Reflect on all our yesterdays
My own words choke me
Why were they spoken
Regret for the things Ive said and done
Just cant compare with
Regret for those that I have never tried
So blame this world or blame yourself
Its really all the same
When you are standing on the precipice
From which you just cant return
Win the battle lose the war
I know Ive played this game before
When people were still real
I dont want this anymore
Its time for me to close the door
Theres nothing left to feel
In the style of forgotten men
I look to my horizon
I see nothing
While thoughts of guns and desecration
Sweep through my mind
But only coffins and bones remain
As I look to you
The emptiness behind your eyes
Seals my decision
Cant carry on in this world of juggling
Where all this thoughtlessness and bludgeoning
Your key to success
What kind of tradition to carry on
Blackball the new disease
Blackball the new disease
Blackball your evil ways
Have found their way inside me
Blackball the new disease
Blackball the new disease
Blackball for a better life
In this high tech dog eat dog existence
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He is a very positive captain; he is proactive as well as reactive. He is keen to read the game, to get in there, and he never stops thinking about the game, the situation, and trying to turn it to his advantage. He has been very good for the game.

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Without a Hint of Wisdom

Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!

Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys',
Have been those who chose to lie all their lives.
Storytelling their way to prescribed drugs!
And many find them pleasant to be around.
It then becomes no secret kept as to 'why'.

This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!

When they are seen caught up,
In the 'what ifs and 'whys' of life.
It becomes clearly understood without question,
They have been detached much longer...
Than they were thought to be deranged!
And 'this' those who know,
Have found attractive to show...
As a destination.
To astound the nonbelievers!

This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crystal Clear

Some have played the same one game for so long,
Even in the playing of it alone...
They believe someone is trying to convince them,
Giving it up...
Is a strategy to see them appear as losers.
And they want to keep protecting themselves,
Behind a wall they do not perceive is made of glass.
And everything that it is that they do is crystal clear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thunder & Lightning

I never thought Id ever get tired of playing games
But Ive been holding back for too long
Now the time has come to get it right
Nows the time to show them all that theyre wrong
cos they said thunder and they said lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright
Never ever did believe in guiding lights
cos what you didnt hold, slipped away
Oh but theres a feeling deep down in my shoe
cos things look like theyre going my way
cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright
I never ever did believe in a second chance
You get, just one crack of the whip, thats all
If you played the game, you got treated right
Oh but Im not playing the game, no more
cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright

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Thunder & Lightening

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The Chances Of Winning

life is like a game, you lost and you win
losing is winning where it fall and
winning is losing where it stand
all the day through, you gain, but nothing
has been done

what makes it defferent, when everything
is nothing and what makes it something
when everthing is nothing

life is just, but a game to play... make the
best for it, for you win for something, that
will make you something out of nothing

many years have gone, yet! it seems
that those are just a dream, a dream that
i stand for none and end with gone

i now live for something, that the only chances
I'll make, will leads me to do something
the best of the game, i have to stand for my
chances of winning is something out of nothing

winning is a matter of chances of nothing.....
just do it... right

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I came from Long Island, so I had a lot of experience at the stick. I played in junior high school, then I played in high school. The technical aspect of the game was my forte. I had all that experience, then I had strength and I was in good condition.

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To Agitate A Childish Game

Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.

But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.

Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.

And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.

Everyday I seem to witness,
More children who should be adults.
More who have not discovered responsibility.
Or an accountability that brings to them concrete results.

And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.

Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.

But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.

And as I pass such activities,
I feel blessed to have aged gracefully.
Although I grit my teeth...
Wanting to find a reason and purpose,
To respond to an ignorance...
I do my best,
Not to acknowledge...
With a reaction given that would please.

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...
Farther.
For the gritting of my teeth,
And the keeping of my peace!

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