Antics Fat Cats In Silk Suits Choose
So far to the right,
They are out of their own focus.
And inspite of what they say and do...
Only criticism of what is done,
On the left side...
Is what they pursue,
To keep the public confused!
With a merry-go-round of antics,
Fat cats in silk suits choose...
To demoralize correctness.
And leave many singing the blues.
Since they see themselves as 'chosen'.
And the folks who they ignore,
Are used and accustomed to being abused!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Weakness of Mind and Physicality
Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.
Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.
It takes courage to step out in front.
To confront opposition and be blunt.
People who fear to have their feelings hurt,
Are usually those,
Who spread gossip with a thirst.
Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.
Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.
With a weakness of mind and physicality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Merry-Go-Round
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Up in the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Soars me high!
Breeze rustles,
cloud's castles,
Roam round and round!
I shriek in false fear,
Seeing the thing near,
which I never have found.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Brings the fun to me,
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Fills mind with glee!
Moving round, round,
Touching the ground,
Almost kisses the sky.
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round,
Takes me up in the high!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Backlash Blues
Langston hughes, nina simone
Mr. backlash, mr. backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to vietnam
You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that alla colored folks
Are just second class fools
Mr. backlash, Im gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
When I try to find a job
To earn a little cash
All you got to offer
Is your mean old white backlash
But the world is big
Big and bright and round
And its full of folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. backlash, Im gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
Mr. backlash, mr. backlash
Just what do you think I got to lose
Im gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
Youre the one will have the blues
Not me, just wait and see
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Like an Unused Expletive
When folks stop showing they care,
With expected responses
Others had grown accustomed,
To be shown reliably there.
And it has gone?
Something has turned around,
Something has gone wrong!
To expose a cold shoulder...
Never before thought could be found!
Like a familiar ride on a merry-go-round.
It may be there to provide a service.
Like an unused expletive!
Someone has chosen not to dignify,
To sting the atmosphere.
Or believe would satisfy a benefit,
To anyone overhearing it!
And with those warnings tossed aside,
An explanation tried in the past...
Dies.
A purpose seems to have come to a close.
With an attempt to save a repeated waste of time.
To halt before the repetition begins.
'What is being accomplished?
And for whose understanding...
Should I appear to be the idiot? '
Someone involved has taken another for granted.
And like an 'ex' of anything experienced...
An ax has been used to sever a close tie abused!
A determination has been made,
To move on!
Demonstrating...
A decay that has become addicting to some,
For one...
Who has had enough of that 'funky' stuff...
That is the one,
Who no longer has to tolerate a self infliction of BS.
It stinks and reeks.
And it can be removed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Enact
To use statistics like fanatics.
To control and to attack!
With one purpose to achieve...
The holding of 'some' people back!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To use statistics like fanatics.
To control and to attack!
With one purpose to achieve...
The holding of 'some' people back!
And this is done effectively...
To hide this as a fact!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!
To enact,
Like a coup...
A meaningful existence.
To enact,
As they choose...
Control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused,
Or fooled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highlights Of My Life
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blues Of The Months
The blues of January,
The blues of February,
The blues of March,
The blues of April,
The blues of May,
The blues of June,
The blues of July,
The blues of August,
The blues of September,
The blues of October,
The blues of November,
The blues of December,
Meet me there if you can!
And like Glory-Land and Merry-land;
But my home will always accept in your sweet blues.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nemesis of Blue
Just this side of the devils scheme
And hotter than sulfer flames,
I went to burn and bury
What was left of my relic remains -
Fearless I flew straight in, singing a holy-song,
and crying for love to be true...
While looking, for a way away
From me, and my burden of blues.
The man I am (yet have never known)
Shot holes through my hopes,
Leaving me lonely...
Hanging at the end of a very short rope -
A path walked and crawled
Far too many years,
Always left me looking, for a way away
From myself, and all those damned old blues.
I recall, that once I was a gentle soul;
So soft and easy... yet, ever blue,
My heart so safe and secure...
But never to itself very true -
Then somewhere in the world's wilderness
I crossed that mystical line... (never knowing why)
Only coming to realize, that if I didn't
I must leave myself alone to die.
Something was going wrong with my soul's song,
So much at stake to lose,
In the eternal battle
With my old enemy, the blues -
Why, needs to be asked, anyone this way
Would choose to fall?
The answer ofcourse must be:
Only for love, could anyone give it all.
In the end my friend
Falling to the ground I found,
Love is thee way away
From all we lose... and
The only way, above and beyond lifes same old blues.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Singing Merry Christmas
Another time of year
Has come
To be loved in a special
Way
We will try to do whats
Right
On this very merry christmas
Day
Candles burning
Children singing goodnight
Theres no worries
Because santas on his way
So merry christmas to you
Merry christmas to all who share
On christmas day
Merry christmas to you
Singing merry christmas
Although many years
Have passed
Im sure the (? ) of christmas
Remains the same
Candles burning
Children singing goodnight
Theres no worries
Because santas on his way
So merry christmas to you
Merry christmas to all who share
On christmas day
Merry christmas to you
Singing merry christmas
Through all the people I know
And all the people I care for
Well make christmas last
Forever
So come along everyone
And sing this song with us
Singing merry christmas
To you
Merry christmas to all
Who share on christmas day
Merry christmas to you
Singing merry christmas
Singing merry christmas
To you
Merry christmas to all
Who share on christmas day
Merry christmas to you
Singing merry christmas
Santas on his way
Santas on his way
Singing merry christmas
song performed by by New Edition
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I Have To Sneeze
Just a second.
I have to snee...
Well,
Maybe not.
You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.
You selected those you liked,
To represent your causes and way of life.
Inspite of their having any knowledge...
Or influence over others,
To solicit an excitement.
Nor could they think their way,
Out of a paper bag.
But they looked good dressed in their Sunday best.
And as long as they impressed,
This made you glad.
And now today,
Since your situations appear exceedingly sad...
You wish to be represented by a competence.
But those you did not choose,
You believed...
Expressed an arrogance.
And even though they displayed a common sense,
You turned them away.
Dismissing them to worship ignorance.
To do as you please.
One moment...
Again I believe,
I have to sneeze.
LOLOLOLOLOL
I apologize.
Who knew I would have that reaction?
You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.
Ahh-Choo!
There it is.
I knew it was coming,
Eventually!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Mixed Signals
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
No need to look from the corners of your eyes,
At me or anyone else believed can be easily deceived.
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
Look into a mirror.
The hour for self examination has arrived.
The results are clear.
Do not be surprised.
When one is accustomed to sending mixed signals...
The consistency of this,
Achieves results that are the quickest.
And one should come to grips with it.
Inconsistency begets distrust.
And any signs of loyalty disconnects quickly...
As if rushed.
To dissipate from expectations.
With debates of this then hushed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Singing The Blues
well i never felt more like singing the blues
cause i never thought
that i'd ever loose your love, dear
why'd you do me this way
well i never felt more like crying all night
cause everything's wrong
and nothing ain't right without you
you got me singing the blues
the moon and stars no longer shine
the dream is gone i thought was mine
there's nothing left for me to do
but cry over you
well, i i never felt more like running away
but why should i go
cause i couldn't stay without you
you got me singing the blues
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Fugue For The Fox
Call happy calling children are falling
In line to ride on the merry-go-round
People are passing children are laughing
They want to ride on the merry-go-round
Doesn't matter when you came
Every ride is just the same
Do not worry how it's done
There is room for everyone
Carousel turning children are yearning
To ride it forever and never come down
Little one's singing older one's clinging
Everyone riding the merry-go-round
Go round and round and up and down
Round and round they go always reaching for the ring of gold
Never knowing when the music's over they will be old
Call happy calling children are falling
In line to ride on the merry-go-round
People are passing children are laughing
They want to ride on the merry-go-round
Sometimes up and sometimes down
Don't let your feet ever touch the ground
Sometimes right and sometimes wrong
You'll end up where you belong
Sound of their laughter makes the ride faster
Soon the circus stand must come down
Music grows nowhere the ride is over
Say goodbye to the merry-go-round
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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IF They Had The Time And Opportunity
What I have chosen to do,
If I know what to be done is right...
Is to do it.
And take responsibility,
For that action that I've done.
To leave others not accustomed,
To the doing of the same thing...
Left in discussion,
About what they would have done themselves...
IF they had the time and opportunity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Attitude
I refuse to be a choosey loser.
Confused by a weakness,
That comes across as rude.
No...
I refuse to be a choosey loser.
Or be one just to offer up,
A constant singing of the 'blues'.
I want to be that one to say,
'I know the way to produce an up boost.'
I want to be the one to show,
I can reduce any blues singing I do...
With a clear expression exposing,
A tried and true new attitude.
I refuse to be a choosey loser.
Confused by a weakness,
That comes across as rude.
I can reduce any blues singing I do...
With a clear expression exposing,
A tried and true new attitude.
Yes I can make that stand.
And I am!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limits Of A Condoned Safety Zone
Hey...
When folks decide,
They will choose sides...
Based upon who they 'like'
And dislike,
Because of their conditioning process.
And minds still rocked in cradles.
They have chosen ways to hurt themselves.
And regardless of what those methods are,
They have chosen to use...
Few will learn a thing,
Beyond the limits of a condoned safety zone.
And difficult it is to leave them and their opinions alone.
But when done...
It is rewarding!
A sense of accomplishment freshens the air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lucifer Sam
Lucifer sam, siam cat.
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side.
That cats something I cant explain.
Ginger, ginger, jennifer gentle youre a witch.
Youre the left side
Hes the right side.
Oh, no!
That cats something I cant explain.
Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat, be a ships cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cats something I cant explain.
At night prowling sifting sand.
Hiding around on the ground.
Hell be found when youre around.
That cats something I cant explain.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Lean Out of the Window
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book was closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.
Singing and singing
A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.
poem by James Joyce
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With A Need To Express Me More
If a fly can be what it is...
And has been what it is for years.
It does not have to convince.
If a bee is known to sting...
And is left alone by those who choose,
Not to be stung.
That bee will buzz,
And be about its business.
If I know who it is that I am...
With an identity that belongs to me!
I will not be a fly.
Nor can I,
If wished...
Be a bee.
But I don't choose to be either of these.
I have chosen to be me.
And that's who it is I am.
With a need to express me more!
And...
If I should buzz while I fly?
If I so choose and decide?
That too will also be me!
Doing me as I have chosen to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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