Bullish
Who solicited with invitation,
The cursing of our values?
And when did they become worthless?
Even good dirt is used for top soil!
Without a blinking care...
Where did this sludge come from?
And who was given authority,
To put it there for the majority?
Too much concern,
Has been placed on 'bullish' markets!
And no one was prepared or equipped...
To rinse the streets many find now reek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep It Clean
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
So hard they've tried to reflect perfection.
A wholesome outlook,
With good deeds done they do!
They want to project a godlike self righteousness.
With wings adorned and hymns sung!
Angelic voices from everyone,
Harmonizing,
In collective united bliss.
But the truth about this...
There is BS that sits within their midst,
And not one of them can resist
An addicting sniff!
Since they are all full of it!
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
Something kept stinking...
From fat greasy meat.
Suited and smoking cigars,
Chartering planes with high profiled stars.
And posing with those who piloted...
The sucking up of all resources.
As admirers rejoiced!
Thinking they heard 'voices' from beyond...
'You too could live like this!
We'll make sure of it! '
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
Screwing fools!
'Keep it clean! '
That's what they do best!
'Keep the scene serene.
Deodorize the stench that leaks.
Protect that image.
And hide the blood left...
To leave as expected on urban streets! '
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
By the time it surfaces...
There will be nothing left to squander.
And the fools we duped with treason,
Will have nothing left to value...
And very little to say!
Keep it clean.
Every crack your packing.
Soap it up and down.
Rinse that dirt away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Satisfied By A Meddling Done
Anyone who has been allowed,
To come between two involved in a relationship...
With a giving of their opinion without it being solicited,
And not told where to go through a quick exit...
Has had an open invitation where it had been known,
Romance or the existing of sex was not shown.
Or the depth of it not permitted.
And one or both in this platonic situation,
Knew it from the beginning with the playing of tricks.
Or...
The one in the middle enjoying every bit of this,
Is the culprit who has become satisfied by a meddling done.
And those who are professionally equipped to meddle with lip,
Are all over the place doing it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Good Care Of Her
(words & music by warren - kent)
Take good care of her, take good care of her
I suppose I ought to say congratulations
For you won the only girl I ever loved
But I hurt too much to face the situation
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
Just to be around her was my greatest pleasure
She was everything my future held in store
So remember when you take my only treasure
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
I must accept it, she loves you more than me
So with my broken heart Ill bow out gracefully
Please dont send me any wedding invitation
For I couldnt bear to see her there with you
If shes happy, that will be my consolation
Just take good care of her, take good care of her
Take good care of her, take good care of her
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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It is a measure of the framers' fear that a passing majority might find it expedient to compromise 4th Amendment values that these values were embodied in the Constitution itself.
quote by Sandra Day O'Connor
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A Mutual Sharing Has Become Effective
What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn.
What can be said,
To some who struggles?
Toiling needlessly as if a martyr,
Out to prove...
A shackling to a ball and chain,
Is one's mission.
And the one watching this,
Shouting in a voice that has become hoarse...
Becomes just as sickened!
And suggestions from others to quit,
Divorce from it...
Is unbearable to see!
Yet can not leave.
What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn?
Nothing!
As long as they have someone there,
To witness their despair...
A mutual sharing has become effective,
In the process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Red Light
Sitting in traffic on the Tappan Zee
Fifty million people out in front of me
Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while
Rain's coming down I can't see a thing
Radio's broken so I'm whistling
New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to work
I come back home
But you're still gone
And I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black plastic Japanese cordless phone
Oh no
Stuck in a meeting on Monday night
Trying to get the numbers to come out right
I'm getting tired, I think I just might need a drink
And as I'm reaching in the bottom drawer
I'm dreaming 'bout the way it was before
Life was so easy I never really had to think
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to sleep
When I wake up
The pain sets in
And it never stops
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop
Oh no
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to work
I come back home
But you're still gone
And I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black Radio Shack digital portable phone
Oh no
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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For a while, I thought of myself as an atheist until I realized it was a belief, too. It's a shame everything has to have a label. I feel that if I was figuratively dropped on the Earth and there was a political line, I would be just left of center. The difference for me is that conservatives are more interested in property values and rights and free markets, and liberals are more interested in human rights. In the end, there are people who don't fit into the marketplace and are not equipped. I believe the government should step in where the free market fails.
quote by George Carlin
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No Values / No More Lonely Nights
I hear them telling me that you're selling off the furniture
And even keep my personalized autographs
You might as well go all the way and sell your granny to the zoo
And while you're at it, may I go to my psychiatrist ?
He's making money out of making me laugh
But I don't mind , I wish that I could say the same about you
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
And I'll be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
The city shark is at the dark and of the alleyway
You pays your money and you takes your choice
The artful dodger says he wants to pick a pocket or two
But you, you've taken up a place in high society
A personal friend of messrs rolls and royce
Got them all convinced that everything you say to them is true
It seems to me that you've still got no values
Oh you know you're not so hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
I like your wife's smile, I like her car
If I had your lifestyle, I wouldn't go far wrong
On the waters of life you row your boat
Into the strongest tide that you can find
On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind
We went through it all before the tide went out
And left us stranded on the shore
How was I to know
How was I to know
Well you ain't got no values
You know you think you're hot, no values
You know you've got a lot, but no values
And I'd be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Majesty of the majority
The arrogance of the majority
Kills the freedom of the minority.
The authority of the majority
Checks the progress of the minority.
The humility of the majority
Tends the growth of the minority
The majesty of the majority
Grants the safety of the minority
Let the Babaar majid be rebuilt.
[The majid was an unused mosque built centuries ago in the place of a Hindu temple, and was destructed by the Hindu faith people giving a shock to the country’s secularism]
11.01.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Minority
I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the morals of majority
'cuz I wanna be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dark
the freaks are all alone
A face in the crowd
A song against the mold
without a doubt singled out
the only way I do
'cuz I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the morals of majority
'cuz I wanna be the minority
Step out on the light
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
to my own beat now
the only way to go
One light
song performed by by Green Day
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Crushed By Invitation
Stunted!
And prepared,
To sink in quicksand.
A rescue sent,
Has been aborted.
Left unaddressed...
Are values gone.
But held as assets!
Held as standards,
Long rusted.
To leave dust and mistrust.
Burning in bitterness.
Yearning just to lust.
Timid without guts.
Busted and medicated.
Screaming with demands.
Ignoring helping hands that come!
Stunted!
And prepared,
To sink in quicksand.
A rescue sent,
Has been aborted.
Left unaddressed...
Are values gone.
But held as assets!
Held as standards,
Long rusted.
Mistrust weighs upon their fate.
No escape awaits.
Burning in bitterness shared.
Drowning in sorrows.
Crushed by invitation!
And hushed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Authority Song
They like to get you in a compromising position
They like to get you there and smille in your face
They think, theyre so cute when they got you in that condition
Well I think, its a total disgrace
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
So I call up my preacher
I say: gimme strenght for round 5
He said: you dont need no strength, you need to grow up, son
I said: growing up leads to growing old and then to dying,
And dying to me dont sound like all that much fun
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
Oh no
Oh no
I fight authority, authority always wins
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Sonnet On Curse Upon A Farmer’s Blessing
A farmer can never be churlish
even if shabby be his clothes
even if his clothes reek sweat
honest dirt grains forehead hands
his toil in hot sun blesses bellies
his labour feeds families prevents
famine starvation disease death
his field feeds pace of progress.
Destiny of kingdoms empires nations
are feed from lie in soil rough hands
dirt being cultivation civilization toils
politic threat war vast army marches
stomachs well fed fight pride glory wars
nature blesses with food feeding beasts.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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No Values
I hear them telling me that youre selling off the furniture
And even keep my personalized autographs
You might as well go all the way and sell your granny to the zoo
And while youre at it, may I go to my psychiatrist ?
Hes making money out of making me laugh
But I dont mind , I wish that I could say the same about you
It seems to me that youve still got no values
Oh you know youre not so hot, no values
And Ill be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
The city shark is at the dark and of the alleyway
You pays your money and you takes your choice
The artful dodger says he wants to pick a pocket or two
But you, youve taken up a place in high society
A personal friend of messrs rolls and royce
Got them all convinced that everything you say to them is true
It seems to me that youve still got no values
Oh you know youre not so hot, no values
You know youve got a lot, but no values
And Id be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
I like your wifes smile, I like her car
If I had your lifestyle, I wouldnt go far wrong
On the waters of life you row your boat
Into the strongest tide that you can find
On the darkest of nights we were two of a kind
We went through it all before the tide went out
And left us stranded on the shore
How was I to know
How was I to know
Well you aint got no values
You know you think youre hot, no values
You know youve got a lot, but no values
And Id be glad if you went away again
No values . . . no values . . . no values at all
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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One's Lofty Perch
Never waste in haste,
An impatience to chastise...
How someone should live their life.
Unless you are prepared to explain,
Why that day comes...
When your head is lowered in shame!
One's lofty perch,
Is seldom cemented!
The Earth giveth and receiveth all.
And for many...
Dirt may be considered worthless,
But it ain't! No, it isn't.
The Earth collects everything.
Even if it is tainted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Think Good, Act Good and Help the World Live Good
Your thoughts
Form a cloud
When saturated
And get frozen
Bring down onto the earth
The Shower of activities
Your actions, thus showered
Believe
Add life on this soil
And help grow
The plants of
Pleasures and joy
As long as your thoughts
Are not contaminated
And seeded with
Anger, envy, distaste
Greed and many others
I leave it to your imagination
As an acid rain
Laden with pollution
Harms the soil
And the soil-dependent plants
Your contaminated thought clouds
Generate a rain of actions
Laden with vengeance and
It is definite to destroy
The entire human race
Nurtured by your action
Exercise caution on your
Thoughts and keep them
Ever associated with
Love, affection, honesty
Faith and confidence
So that you never turn
Into cause for concern
In the care of this
Beautiful world with
Wonderful people and
Other marvellous living systems
Think good
Act good
Help the world
Live good
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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You Look Good In Rags
Yeah yeah
Yeah
I've seen cool, I've seen cold
I've seen the women up front, way down below
Ladies of the evening screaming, some were like vipers
I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose
I've seen 'em strutting good stuff, I've seen 'em all used
With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny they spend there
But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Oh, I don't care
(Ah, you look good)
Yes you look good in rags
With bones in your hair
Ah, you look good in anything
Ooh, I don't care
Now I've seen class, I've seen tack
I've seen 'em walking down the street with smoke in their stacks
And pouring into limos, they wake up in millionaires' bedrooms
I've seen their hair cut short, black and sleek
Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra neat
Swearing by the Harper's Bazaar, like it equalled the Bible
But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Aw, I don't care
Yeah Yeah, you look good
Oh you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Ah yeah, you look good in anything
Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans,
You make a 2 dollar T-shirt obscene.
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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'Don't be lying on the floor
without options, ' said the unsolicited message-
Invasive paranoia to peddle worthless stuff
There's one born every minute.
If you can't find markets off-shore
you can create them here, using fear-
Sorry. You're barking up the wrong tree
but no wonder people are anxious.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Bulls and Bears
Markets crashed
Hopes dashed
Brokers lashed
Doctors cashed
traders bashed
Overnight bankrupt
Shutters shut
Investors harassed
Analysts embarrassed
Govt. appeals
Don’t desperate feel
Markets volatile
Remain agile
Strong fundamentals
Good long term potential
Global concerns
Markets govern
Recession- sub prime crisis
Inflation-sky high prices
Bears overpower
Bulls run for cover
Bears or bulls
Markets pulls
Smart picks
Take risks
I f you are Weak hearted
Stay away from the markets.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Mama Pelosi
The depths of shallow conquests,
Are as blatant as those of little boys and girls!
But...
Mama Pelosi is in the 'house',
Making sure no one slouches on their chores.
She's making sure this cleanup will be sufficient,
And no one is 'mama' going to ignore!
Restoring order is her main concern.
And putting the 'V' back into values...
Is what mama P adores.
All will learn!
And...
Those prepared to invoke jokes with pokes,
Are not laughing
At the hard hitting strokes of mama!
She's not there to play nice.
Prepared she is to exterminate all rats,
And field mice!
'The business is accountability! '
Are just some of the 'hints'
Mama drops as advice!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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