Behind Tinted Windows
They had said they were riding,
Behind tinted windows.
And waving to me...
As I walked along the street.
I did hear horns honking.
But I did not separate,
One horn meant for me.
Between sirens whizzing by...
And folks talking as loud as could be,
I was out to enjoy my stroll...
Not seeking a familiarity,
Under every nook and cranny!
Or...
Looking through faces,
For anyone I knew!
To chance I might meet...
An opportunity to disturb my peace!
They had the nerve to say,
They were behind tinted windows.
And honked and waved at me!
Then began rumors,
I was stuck up!
An ungrateful and egotistical,
And an undeserving s.o.b.
Well...
At least they could have stopped,
So I could add spice to the slander.
Incite my own defamation!
Leave them with much attitude...
To prove to them I do agree!
I am determine to keep,
My peace with me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Already Had To Be Used
A quality achieve will not leave,
Because of how it is rated.
Or placed on a list.
Ratings and kept lists,
Does not prove one comprehends,
With either common sense or intelligence.
Some flavors that may or may not taste better,
Aren't given that opportunity...
Until folks get bored with familiarity.
To then welcome more variety and spice they do,
In their lives seeking something different...
That does not necessarily have to be good,
But chosen over something proven to be dependable.
And this is nothing new to those who have already had...
To be used,
Their fifteen minutes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Stuck Inside A Cloud
Never slept so little
Never smoked so much
Lost my concentration I could
even lose my touch
Talking to myself
Crying out loud
Only I can hear me
I'm stuck inside a cloud
I made some exhibition
I lost my will to eat
The only thing that matters to me is to
touch your lotus feet
Talking to myself
Crying out loud
Only I can hear me
I'm stuck inside a cloud
Talking to myself
Crying out loud
Only I can hear me
And i'm stuck inside a cloud
Talking to myself
Crying out loud
Only I can hear me
I'm stuck inside a cloud
Never been so crazy
But I've never felt so sure
I wish I had the answer to give
Don't even have the cure
Just talking to myself crying as we part
Knowing as you leave me
I also lose my heart
Talking to myself crying as we part
Knowing as you leave me
I also lose my heart
George Harrison: voz, guitarra acstica e slide e coros
Jeff Lynne: baixo, guitarra elctrica e piano
Dhani Harrison: Wurlitzer
Jim Keltner: bateria
song performed by by George Harrison
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Hotel Arizona
Hotel in Arizona made us all wanna feel like stars
Rental cars and tinted windows, leave another number for me
Even if I make it through
That's just something that I have to get used to
That's just something I have to get used to
I feel some connection between you and me
Well I guess there's some direction maybe you can't see
Even at the interview, that's not something thatI'm gonna get used to
That's not something I'm gonna get used to
Hello, can you hear?
Hello, that's all there is, that's all there is
I guess all this history is just a mystery to me
One more worried whisper right in my ear
song performed by by Wilco
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In The Freeing Felt Done From Breezes
In the freeing felt done from breezes,
I walk with a feeling to please an appetite
To enjoy the air I breathe.
And aiding with deep breaths I take,
Is a welcomed spice of life.
I am glad I am no longer uptight,
About those assessments made
For my life I decide.
And glad I am to fly that kite.
With a riding on a bike,
All day and night
If I like.
In the freeing felt done from those breezes,
I am walking.
Carefree and talking
To the birds, bees and trees,
Welcoming me,
With a feeling that releases
A ceasing to anything,
That had come to disturb my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
song performed by by Survivor
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All We Want Is Peace (Please)
Peace, Peace, Please,
Please, Peace, Please,
There’s something we should do
That’s not been done
Something we can win
That’s not been won
Something we can SHOUT OUT
To end all their brutal war games
We Want Peace
Case for war was fake,
Don’t let it fade
More lives can be saved
Got to be brave
Something we can shout out,
We want peace, and we want it right now
Talking is Free
All we want is Peace
All we need is Peace
All we ask is Peace, Please
Peace is all we want
All we crave is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace
Peace is all we want
Something we can ask,
Before it’s blown
Something we can grow
Before it’s grown
Small green shoots of Peace
To educate next infancy
Believe me
All we want is Peace
All we crave is Peace
All we wish is Peace, please
Peace is all we ask
It’s not a big task
Believe me
It’s easy.
All we want is Peace, All we want is Peace,
All we need is Peace, All we need is Peace.
Peace is all we want,
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need,
Peace is all we need………………
poem by Gordon David
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Longlive Peace
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need
Peace is all we ask
Peace is all we desire
There’s something we should do
That’s not been done
Something we can win
That’s not been won
Something we can shout out
To end all the brutal war games
We Want peace
Case for war was fake,
Don’t let it fade
More lives can be saved
Got to be brave
Something we can shout out,
We want peace, and we want it right now
Talking is Free
All we hunger is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we ask
It’s not a big task
Believe me
It’s easy.
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need
All we wish is peace..., please
We Thought You Were Here With Us
Where do you go?
We thought you were 'here'...
With us.
'I was.
But it was 'you' that made it about 'me'.
And not a 'we'.
That's why I must go.
Why I must leave.'
What an attitude to take.
'You are entitled to your opinions.
And with your opinions I do not agree.
You see...
For me to play on a team is significant.
But to point out my achievements,
To incite your jealousies...
Only defeats a collective effort.
And beating up myself,
Is not an assistance from you or anyone,
I need.
That is an experience,
I am trying not to feed.'
Where do you go?
We thought you were 'here'...
With us.
'I 'was' but...
No thank you.
I am not proficient,
In the seeking of my own stagnation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot Coffee, Warm Smiles
We walked along many London streets;
We stopped at a pub for something to eat.
We walked around for miles and miles;
We saw a sign: ‘hot coffee, warm smiles.'
I stopped to listen to a brass band play:
My friend didn't realise and walked away.
It was in Oxford Street, that I lost my friend,
But we were happily reunited in the end.
Dark chocolate with chilli, by me, was savoured;
I bought a festive latte: gingerbread flavoured.
At festive shop windows, we stopped and stared;
We lost ourselves in the middle of Mayfair.
At the Christmas lights, we both loved to look;
I bought myself some Christmas themed books.
We battled our way through the dense crowds;
The noise from the traffic was extremely loud.
The South Bank Centre's towers shone pink and blue;
From Jubilee Bridge, there was a really nice view.
There was a cold nip in the air, but it didn't rain;
Back at Waterloo, tired out, we boarded a train.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Give Peace A Chance
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-"ah, this is what we came for really...
It's, eh...'give peace a chance' so sing along with it.
I've forgotten all the bits in between but i know the chorus so..."
Ein, schwei, ein, schwei, drei, vier!
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Bagism and dragism and bagism and shagism-ism,
That-ism, prisonism, ism, ism.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
Castration, united nations, congratulation,
Maybe, maybe.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
John and yoko, eric clapton, klaus voorman,
Penny lane, roosevelt, nixon, tommy jones and
Tommy cooper, that's all there.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Give Peace A Chance
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-"ah, this is what we came for really...
It's, eh...'give peace a chance' so sing along with it.
I've forgotten all the bits in between but i know the chorus so..."
Ein, schwei, ein, schwei, drei, vier!
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Bagism and dragism and bagism and shagism-ism,
That-ism, prisonism, ism, ism.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
Castration, united nations, congratulation,
Maybe, maybe.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
John and yoko, eric clapton, klaus voorman,
Penny lane, roosevelt, nixon, tommy jones and
Tommy cooper, that's all there.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I look in faces that I meet
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Ive been living on for so long
Can I graduate
To the bastard talking down to me
Your whipping boy calamity
Cross your fingers, Im going to knock it all down
Can I graduate
Echo fading we cant let go
She goes walking by in slow mo
Sell your heart out for a buck
Go on fade out before I get stuck
Talking to somebody like you
Do you live the days you go through
Will this song live on long after we do
Can I graduate
Can I look in faces that I meet
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Wont die on the vine I want to knock it all down
Can I graduate
Echo fading, candle blow
Did you flash out long ago
Cross my fingers, I dont know
Someone poked you down below
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Can I look in faces that I meet
Im not waiting here for you to die
Will this song live on long after we do
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Prepared To Deliver The Goods
Can we and could we,
with a should...
Do much better?
Many say they wish to,
But few choose to prove it...
As if commited to doing this as a duty.
Can we,
Eliminate the seeking of escapes,
To leave behind the perpetuation of hatred...
Taking place to erase faithfulness?
With every difference.
With every excuse made to make.
Noe finding comfort in spaces,
We once thought protected...
To never disturb the peace we keep.
Can we...
And could we with a should,
Do better?
And...
Can we,
with a must...
Be always prepared to deliver the goods?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Windows To Be Shut
Don't open the windows!
Cold air will rush in.
Don't open the windows!
Hot air will blow in.
Don't open the windows!
Mosquitoes are there.
Don't open my history!
Treacheries will snare.
Don't open my memory!
Debaucheries will slip out.
Don't open my very eyes.
I should not be a witness.
Let the windows be shut;
With that the past buried.
Switch on the air-conditioner.
Spray on the bed perfume.
I must enjoy my night
With the world outside shut.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Horns & Sirens On Radio
Horns and sirens
don’t have a beat,
take them off the radio
and keep them on the street.
The radio is for songs
not for horns where on the
street it belongs.
So when I’m cruzing
down the street,
hearing a great beat,
hearing sirens makes
me scream.
I’m not trying to give
you grief,
I just want the radio
to sound sweet.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Long Forgotten for Friend David Threadgold
Who dares?
Disturb my peace
after so may years.
My sleep
was undisturbed.
Who is it dares to peep.
This grave
is mine alone.
It is all that I have.
To show
who I once was.
What do you seek to know?
My bones.
Are all that’s left
here beneath these stones.
Which mark
my resting place
Here in the quiet dark.
Begone
you have no right
in truth to look upon.
Remains
mouldering here
What do you hope to gain.
Leave me
in peace and go.
Your curiosity
Is no
concern of mine.
Why should you seek to know.
Why I
am buried here.
Dry bones will not reply.
My curse
will fall on you.
Things go from bad to worse.
Swiftly
flee from this place.
Where you’re not meant to be.
I lay
hidden from sight
for years until today.
Why do
you disturb me.
There is no reason to.
Leave me
to sleep in peace
here where I ought to be.
Alone
Contentedly
hidden away unknown
.14-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Windows To Bill Gates Or Paul Allen And History Of Windows
window's leaves
windows of open sea
windows as far as possible
windows easier
windows update
window shopper
window tablet
windows on the world
window seat
(Music by The Implicit Order) .
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believing What Is Done Is Exclusive and Fresh
Most times it is better to leave things as they are,
If your mind is at peace with contributions made.
And anyone can say anything that they wish...
About your attitude and disposition,
To disturb the happiness you currently possess.
There are those who enjoy projecting their perceptions...
To benefit their mental limitedness.
A clarity of mind does not seek definition.
Especially when one 'arrives' feeling blessed,
And grateful.
While many still ride a merry-go-round,
Believing what is done is exclusive and fresh.
And,
For some it is!
That is why most times,
It is better to leave things as they are.
Or if you desire,
Choose to participate...
Knowing that choice is up to you,
To make and do as you wish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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