Bamboozle Proof
I have learned many lessons after being bamboozled.
And quick I have become in assessing authenticity.
I'm not saying I am bamboozle proof.
But I know I am not easily duped these days either.
And I have identified truth as a good friend.
Jumping through hoops AND showing respect for others,
Is a joke for those who observe my willingness...
To humble-ize myself publicly.
However...I am not a complete idiot.
Trust me!
I will do what I'll do for anyone to prove I am genuine.
And can forget it as if it never happened or took place.
With an erasing of one's face from memory.
That's what a good hoodwinking does,
To awaken those naïve and innocent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Good Old Days
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
Hed be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And Id spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old mr. fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, hed strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
And hed say howdy when you walked in the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I dont know why I set fire to his place
Oh Ill never forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you shouldve seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya now
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet michelle
She was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my dreams
I can still hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
I tell ya
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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4 Respect Peom I Made
1.) respect count as a word
regret as another
you get what i mean
respect all you gain from others
and if you regret you totally forget.
2.) respect ain't no joke
when is was getting wrote
when is was done is was publish on the road
when is was on the road
people took it away and they hosted it, posted it, tossed it and then
finally they spoke it.
3.) respect me padre cinco madre
respect me time ocho while i count up to doso
respect me with action
and i give you reaction.
4.) Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
but don't forget to respect yourself for a good effect.
poem by Dbhker Don
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The Good Friend (Revised)
The good friend
Is always there
Is always faithful
Is always supportive
The good friend
Loves unconditionally
Forgives easily
Forgets every wrong
The good friend
Cries over you
Cries for you
Cries with you
The good friend
Gets hurt
Gets walked on
Gets left behind
The good friend
Keeps her heart open
Keeps smiling
Keeps her promises
The good friend
Never gives up
Never stops being true
Never fades away
The Good friend
Is who I am
Who I always want to be
Who you can always trust to be there with a smile and open arms.
Its hard,
But I am the good friend.
poem by Amanda Wearstler
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A certain truth
To know women well
You need certain truth to tell
You have good heart in male
That is very much liked by female
If there is no respect for female
No good thoughts to think of and inhale
You may be called feminine
But there may be real famine
We may be strangulated
The birth place may be regulated
It will remain completely unrelated
Causes and problems are definitely related
She may remain as sex symbol
This is really pathetic hole
We blame her for everything as whole
She is centre of attraction for all
She has everything to excel
On all fronts doing exceptionally well
Carrying the home front and others as well
There is altogether complete story to tell
Can we regulate any thing on her or impose?
Can’t we put trust in her or repose?
Does it harm our interest or cause?
We need to apply break or observe pause
Respect begets the respect
Shake well the conscience to introspect
It is real union or bond
Male n female relation must be cordially found
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Welcome To My Truth
Sentimental days
In a misty clouded haze
Of a memory that now feels untrue
I used to feel disguised
Now I leave the mask behind
Painting pictures that aren't so blue
The pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned
Chorus:
Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see
(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)
My life turned around
But I'm still living my dreams
(Yes it's true I've been)
I've been through it all
Hit about a million walls
Welcome to my truth.. I still love
Welcome to my truth.. I still love
Tangled in a web
With a pain hard to forget
That was a time that I've now put to rest
Oh, the pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned
(Chorus)
Sentimental days
In a mist of clouded haze
Of a memory that now feels untrue
(Chorus)
song performed by by Anastacia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I've learned
Ive learned that to love someone doesnt have to involve pain,
Ive learned that to have a friend you must be a friend first,
Ive learned that in time youll see your mistakes and learn from them,
Ive learned that to be alone sometimes is the best thing for you,
Ive learned that in order to love a person you must feel loved,
Ive learned that if your wrong admit it or youll never forgive yourself,
Ive learned that your first love will be a part of you and you may never forget,
Ive learned that in order to move on you must fix what was first wrong,
Ive learned that if you ever mess up, you can always start over again,
Ive learned that to be 'cool' doesnt involve pressure,
Ive learned to accept what I have and be happy,
Ive learned that people will come and go so tell the ones you love how you feel,
Ive learned that to respect yourself you must respect others,
Ive learned that your actions always involve consequences whether it be good or bad,
Ive learned that priceless words can mean the world to someone,
Ive learned that sometimes being silent is the best solution,
Ive learned to expect the unexpected,
Ive learned that healing a broken heart involves tears and pain,
Ive learned to see the world in the eyes of others,
And Ive learned that each new day is a day to touch a life.
poem by Carly Almonde
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A good writer
I must stop dreaming
In no way it is helping
It gets me nowhere
I must start from somewhere
My friends used to laugh
They will cut a joke and loudly cough
They were showing pure indignation
My existence itself was in question
I expressed my wish to a poet
They bore sturdy silence and remained quiet
They were not happy even to greet
I was ashamed to look at them to meet
What had happened to me at late age?
Was it not appropriate place or stage?
What was wrong to bring ideas out of cage?
I was sure of it and able to manage
I did think of a lovely woman
She must be longing for man
I concentrated on very good plot
I fired my first salvo as good shot
it did crate good interest with flutter
they liked it but tried to murmur
It was real set back for their thinking
I was going ahead and not sinking
it strengthen my belief
At later stage it was good relief
I stood there as good fighter
I was to prove not as bad writer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Feelings Of Guilt
Gee!
Please tell me this...
Am I the only one to awaken,
From a peaceful undisturbed sleep...
To feel immediately the presence of guilt?
I do.
Sometimes I do.
I awaken each day...
To first exercise and meditate.
I do my yoga routine.
And then with a gratefulness I pray.
To affirm my blessings.
And then a total and complete happiness,
Comes over me.
I want to scream with joy.
So loud it makes me feel gulty.
For years I've expressed,
My happiness with my neighbors.
A few, I know, are convinced...
I smoke crack.
Because I enjoy burning incense.
And most of my neighbors know that.
Sometimes I don't have a dime in my pocket.
And those close to me know this.
I can walk for miles...
With nothing but a smile on my face.
And I just might approach a stranger...
To ask why a frown that makes them look down,
To 'me' appears out of place.
I wont repeat some things they say.
'Uh...
No thanks!
I couldn't do that to myself,
If I wanted.
But...
You have a good day.'
Gee!
Please tell me this...
Am I the only one to awaken,
From a peaceful undisturbed sleep...
To feel immediately the presence of guilt?
I do.
Sometimes I do.
However...
I keep my routine the way it is.
I am the product of my experiences.
And naïve I am not.
Nor thoroughly innocent.
But feelings of GUILT?
Because I am happy?
Absolutely makes no sense!
Does it?
Does it to you?
What's the matter?
Why are you looking at me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Damage Done
The damage done
The bridges burned
The options gone
The lessons learned
The cards been dealt
The dice been cast
The banned feelings felt
The erasing of past
My trust
Lies crushed
And hushed
I lust
For rush…
…of by gone summer days.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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While You Were Gone
Hmm, whoa, yeah, oh baby, hmm, oh
I read you wrong
You said youd only be away a while
But the days turned into weeks
And all the weeks into miles
Baby why?
You couldve told me you were telling me goodbye
Couldve come clean and let me walk away in style, oh
Funny thing is
While I was missing you
While I was figuring what I was gonna do
1 - I got wise, I got hip
I caught on to your tricks
I got over it real quick, yeah baby
While you were gone
Now Im cool, cant you tell
Feel so good about myself
A funny thing happened to me baby
While you were gone
Oh, you looked surprised
Like no one ever left you and survived, no
Well leaving me alone has kind of opened my eyes
Baby you, you gave me the time to find somebody new
And I found strength inside me I never knew, oh
Funny thing is
While he was holding me
While he was showing me how its suppose to be
Repeat 1
Repeat 1 with ad-libs by kelly
Didnt freak, didnt cry
I just held my head up high
I learned how to say goodbye
While you were gone
Had time on my hands
Baby dont you understand
A funny thing happened to me baby
While you were gone
Had nothing but time on my hands
Learned how to understand boy
Got over you, got over you, oh
While he was holding me
While he was showing me how its suppose to be
Oh baby
Repeat 1
While you were gone, oh
Learned to lie, learned a lesson
Learned how to get along, learned how to be strong
Learned how to love myself, while you were gone, ooh, oh
song performed by by Kelly Price
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Taught To Hate
How many valued relationships,
Have been destroyed...
By those professing to be innocent,
As they depict themselves as victims.
How many are quick to listen,
To those who lie?
Unknowing the ones who do this...
Are seeking more attention yet deceive.
How many are easily duped,
To awaken to learn they have been fools?
And how many discover it is too late,
To appreciate the ones they have been taught to hate.
And...
How many of those who have been hated,
Have turned their backs...
On those who now each other attack?
And...
How many who attack each other like that,
Wish those they should have appreciated...
Returned to defend their backs.
And...
How many who have ever been backstabbed,
Feel honored they have been asked to defend...
Those who had betrayed them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once the amateur's naive approach and humble willingness to learn fades away, the creative spirit of good photography dies with it. Every professional should remain always in his heart an amateur.
quote by Alfred Eisenstaedt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Yesterday
Days were gone that only my sanity can gather
The truth and lies that molded the person I am
Not perfect but I am what I am
Yes! Past can’t be undone but only to be looked at
By a memory as fresh as morning comes each day
For every tick of clock’s hand it becomes my past
All [I said and did] are now fractions of my novelty
Days were gone that only my good mind can choose
The albums of my life, torn pages are fallen leaves
Muddled on the ground, buried only to be learned
That these lessons are my guidelines for tomorrow
Yesterday is my mirror and you will not be my God
To watch my shadow that each detail I am judged
Neither I care nor will I listen just to dwell upon it
When I know I am wrong and you can’t forgive me
But when all smiles cascade from bank of memory
And laughter exudes to remind you the best of me
I’ll let you take my place where I learnt to love you
Or where I hated you for not knowing how to forgive
Yes! Days were gone but only my sanity can gather
The truth and lies that molded the person I am
Not perfect but I am what I am
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Sonnet: Respect
Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants too who you well serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
Respect all good minds who advised you good;
Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food.
Respect all strangers who were all Godsends;
Respect your foes who taught you self-defense;
Respect those evil men who you troubled;
Respect the tempter who well you misled.
Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right;
Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.
poem by John Celes
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Why The Chorus of Remorse?
What has happened to the suddenness of your distance?
And why the chorus of remorse?
What has happened to the suddenness of your...
'Forget you, and that's it! ? '
And why the chorus of remorse am I now from you hearing?
I've mended and healed from those years embittered.
Those years that left me sitting with an unforgiveness,
Felt for you to inflict daggers.
What has happened to the suddenness of your distance?
And why the chorus of remorse?
I have long forgiven but not forgotten.
You left me.
Dd you think I would awaken and not remember it?
You left me.
And erasing you from my heart,
Is not going to take an effort...
On my part,
To retrace any feelings I wish to recapture.
The heat I am feeling for you now...
I warn you,
Is not the kind you wish to see or have rekindled.
Trust me.
If I were you,
I would leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No New Booty Will Be Oopsed
So many people find it hard at night to sleep.
With a feeling they've been duped away,
From a loop loosened...
Someone else has coped to scooped.
And left by a lover,
Creeping to be with another sneaky sleaze.
And there they are...
Living with a distant lover.
Who should not be so distant,
But there to be home with them undercover.
Knowing there is another,
Sharing that lover!
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.
So many people find it hard at night to sleep.
And left by a lover,
Creeping to be with another sneaky sleaze.
But...
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Lot Older and Less Naïve
1968 has much significance for me.
I was young, married and recently discharged,
From the military.
And living independently in Kansas City, Missouri...
I still was a bit innocent and naïve about life.
But even then I was adventurous,
And explored life excited.
With a delighted attitude easily ignited.
It is 2010 and fourty two years later.
And I am a lot older and less naïve.
Just as adventurous with a more suspicious nature.
Very few people I've come to trust.
And I find those ignorant the most dangerous.
People are quick to find excuses for themselves.
And even quicker to shift their insecurities,
On unsuspecting shoulders.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Precious friend...
Precious.........
a friend full of respect and dignity
a friend in need and in deed forever
human friend of love and humanity
endless and eternal peace lover
a friend like you very rare buddy
doubt there will be one ever
remember you always in memory
a friend you are to me forever
may all good happens to you buddy
forget you my friend would never.