Country Heads
They selected their favorites amongst themselves,
In the early stages of their progressive ignorance.
Preferences for those down to Earth and comedic,
And having obtained certain material possessions...
Were those early choices made.
With a backstabbing enjoyed of others done.
However...
Times and things change as observation proves to provide.
And those who have made their choices,
Openly made and discussed on occasion...
Have a similar attribute common amongst them.
Deceiving one another has been maintained as a priority.
'But?
What is it that they 'have'? '
Lots of conversation based on themselves,
And aspects of chasing a dollar bill.
And a love to debase family members.
You know...
The usual country small town backwater stuff.
'I thought you were talking about a people living in a city.'
I'm talking about a city filled with country heads.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hey You
Youre living in a small town
The people there are cold
Just living in a small town
Just doing as youre told
You move up to the jungle
You find that its a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, all your friends told you in your small town
Hey you, youve got it made
Just living in your home town
Sometimes its kinda cruel
Living in your home town
Where they treat you like a fool
You move up to the city
You find that its tough
And it doesnt seem very pretty
Now youre sleeping in the rough
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you
Youve got it made
Hey you
Youre heading for the big time
Hey you, youve got it made
Youre headed for a life of crime
Living in this jungle
Its like living in a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell
You move out to the country
For something you have done
Youre living in the country
Why dont you go back to where you come from?
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Forget all these backslappers
You dont stand a chance
Why dont you go home?
Go right back to where you come from
Dont get involved in this masquerade
This big city is going to eat you up
All the backslapping
Hey you, youve got it made
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Our Small Town
Love going for walks around town
A small town a holler from the big city
The many old building lining the main street
Which by the way isn't main street that's a block away
From the small library to the high school a jot to get to
The sidewalks resemble the old boardwalks from yesteryear
The shops vary as the street winds to the highway
The country air blows thru the street full of manure
Good ole air, they say around here
The small diner with the local farmers dwell at
Talking of this year's events from farming to politics
The ladies at the sew shop talking gossip
It's amazing how time don't change as years pass
Every year the town picnic to the 4th July jamboree
To the harvest dance and everything in between
Small town people living the old time ways
Wishing every town was as good as it
Walking thru saying hey to neighbors all around
Can make everyday a good day
Seeing people in the park enjoying the kids play
The banner welcoming you to our small town
Small town America, loving it, living it
poem by Michael Peterson
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A French Visit
Early they arrived, my relatives, unpacking of suitcases,
kissing, jubilation and breakfast, during which all the latest
family gossip was shared. Then they all went to the beach
leaving the house in utter chaos. When returning we had
prepared a buffet, they had brought their wine, the French
are skeptical to wine not made in their country… god, how
talked. I have a small house had to sleep in my study, got up
at four working, but I liked the silence of people at slumber.
About five there were stirrings, people going to the toilet
and murmur of voices, I went back to bed or on my sofa.
Woke up at ten, they had already breakfasted and ready to
leave, kidded me for sleeping so late. Then an intense late
talking, like everything had to be said and crammed into
a few minutes, good byes lots of kisses and the old house
settled back to its usual quietude.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Choices
One should feel lucky
If one gets choices in the life
It can make one happy
Throughout the life
Choice in love
Friends and relations
Work, career, city and country
Is the dream of every living soul?
Living the life with choice
If one doesn’t get things of choice
One should be contented
With what he gets
Too many cooks spoil the dish
Too many choices
Makes it difficult to choose
One is lucky
If one gets chance to choose
If one’s got a life there is no choice
One has to live the way it comes
Throughout the life
Keep on trying,
For better choices
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Those Who Made Choices
It is now a stinging,
That brings clear vision.
No favorites are protected...
As believed and once projected.
What one gives from the heart is returned.
If bitterness is inflicted...
Expect it to pay a visit!
There is no escape,
For those basking as if 'selected' ones.
Those who made choices...
In beliefs they are better than everyone!
Material gains can diminish in a minute!
Taking 'things' worshipped,
And leaving payments still unfinished!
Creditors without sympathy...
Only know that bottom line!
They want what is theirs...
Caring less who now whines!
With heads held high,
And with egos held even higher...
As people like these,
Now live in dire regret and remorse...
That clouds and transpires!
A course they chose...
To be separate from 'them' and 'those'!
As they sift through memories,
Hoping to find their minds....
While standing in lines,
For a meal and a change of clothes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The City Vs. The Country
In the city where the colours run dry,
Or in the country where the farmers grow rye.
In the city where there are fees,
Or in the country where beauty is free.
In the city where there are loud crowds,
Or in the country where you can watch clouds.
In the city where you camp out in your room,
Or in the country where you have fun dancing with a broom.
In the city where there are polluting cars,
Or in the county where you can see stars.
In the city where you seal the deal,
Or in the country where you can heal.
In the city where you say later,
Or in the country where you can see the water.
In the city where space is tight,
Or in the country where you hold their hand in the moonlight.
Written by Haley McRae,14.
poem by Haley McRae
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Romace in the moonlight
In the city where the colours run dry
Or in the country where the colour green is applied
In the city where there are polluting cars
Or in the country where you can see the stars
In the city there are gangs, all full of violence
Or in the country where there is only silence
In the city where the air, its so thick
Or in the country where you dont feel sick
In the city where you seal the deal
Or in the country where it is a place to heal
In the city every corner is a fight
But in the city the romance is in the moonlight
poem by Nicole Buckland
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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With An Unabashed Bragging Done
You have a beautiful home,
Landscaped in a wonderful setting.
You have a family and prized possessions,
And investments you have made...
That have returned to you sweet dividends.
You drive a very nice car.
And your taste in fashion is exquisite.
You receive countless social invitations,
With an unabashed bragging done...
Whenever I visit.
And yet...
You express an insecurity about that,
Which implies an unhappiness.
I have none of your 'assets' to impress.
But...
I am thrilled.
And this seems to make you upset.
My path and direction taken,
Has had nothing to do with you.
Is there something about my own decisions made...
You believed I secretly,
Competed with you with something to prove?
And I have accomplished 'that' which I said I would do?
What is it?
'I was hoping you would fail.
In fact,
You have made me feel the fool.'
Well...
You did make that your choice.
And those choices you have made,
Surround you too.
We all make our choices.
Some are not so pronounced,
As those of others...
Who love to show and tell with a strut.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choices From Which To Choose
Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream...
Forever.
Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.
Or to...
Dismiss a wish.
Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream.
And to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.
To admit to ever...
Having something wanted that is dreamed.
Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.
Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a wish that came from dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Double Trouble
(Featuring Marty Stuart)
(Travis Tritt/Marty Stuart/Paul Kennerley)
Well I got a buddy at the factory
I know him and he knows me
We were talking on the line today
You wouldn't believe what he had to say
I told him all about you
He said man that's strange she's my girl too
Well hello baby it's me again
You country daddy you sweet boyfriend
Guess what I heard out on the street
Yeah, they say you've been two-timing me
And if it's true you're running 'round
You've got double trouble coming down
You've got double trouble can't you see
You can't be in love with him
And veer around with me
You've got one man in the country
And one man in the town
You've got double trouble coming down
I'm sorry pal I didn't know
Well that's okay she's hit the road
I can't believe she'd be so cruel
Yeah she made us both look like a fool
She played her game until she found
She had double trouble coming down
She had double trouble you and me
Got lots of lovin' left to do
There's more fish in the sea
She had one man in the country
And one man in the town
She had double trouble coming down
She had double trouble can't you see
She couldn't be in love with you
And play around with me
She had one man in the country
And one main in the town
She had double trouble coming down
Yeah she thought that I'd be easy
She thought I'd be her clown
She had double trouble coming down
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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City Man You'd Best Go Back To Town
City man you'd best go back to town
If living in the country gets you down
And though the songbirds sing with voices sweet
You'd much prefer the noisy city street.
These rural towns are quiet as quiet can be
There's so little to do and less to see
Save go into a pub and drink your fill
And come out feeling much more lonely still.
Pleasant is the music of the thrushes
And fragrant is the scent of flowering bushes
Here the air is pure and free of taint
But you would rather live midst smoke and paint.
City man you miss your city kin
You've little in common with rural men,
You've little love for peaceful country life,
You'd much prefer to live where noise is rife.
You are like a fisherman ashore
He find inland life is quite a bore
Unhappy the poor fisherman will be
Until he returns to his beloved sea.
City man the city's calling you
Go bid the lonely countryside adieu,
Your urge for city living's always strong
It is where a man is raised that he belong.
City man go back to your own kind
And leave this sense of loneliness behind
Country life it isn't to your taste
Go back home to the city in a haste.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One more rose
One more rose in our family
We all remained awake wearily
It was expected at any time
The child’s cry made clock to tick that time
We all noted arrival from heaven
The prophesy from elders was proven
It is good omen and sign in the family
Everybody must rejoice and accept it happily
Many people die childless with so much to their regret
It is blessing from heaven so not to be taken as bad luck or fate
Not all people may be that much lucky or have it with choice
So early morning cry from child was heard like cuckoo’s voice
“I will be called grandpa” how much joy it generated
Gave enough of joy and occasion was certainly to be celebrated
My feet were taking unusual steps to spread news
Though it was known to family members and to others very few
Family is like garden with all the members as beautiful flowers
Everybody takes you very seriously with respect as followers
So it becomes duty of family head to celebrate arrival as grand occasion
Throw gorgeous party and make it known to all about addition
It is unique as well routine too for all of us
Life is built and enjoyed around with trust
One life is leaving behind for other to enter
The mother earth is heavenly place or center
Life is never ending mission
To stay permanently or leave behind is not our decision
We all know about the temporary refuge here
Leave without any notice take heavenly flight to reach there
I know that it will be moment of little happiness
But it gives moment of joy amidst lots of stress
Everybody forgets pain and sorrow for few seconds
As it is graceful occasion and certainly demands (celebration)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Do You Believe?
we cannot say that we believe
in something, and then by our
actions, or even worse, inaction,
contradict it!
we are what we do, what we give,
and where we are standing at the
end of the day...
we all make mistakes, we all fail
on occasion, (i may be the worst!) ...
but the mistakes and failures dont
define us... how we react to them,
whether we take ownership of them,
and what we do to rectify them does!
the concept that anyone can reach
their dreams at the expense of anyone
else is false...
in order to restore integrity and dignity
to our lives, we have to have purpose...
and we have to have a deep level of
commitment...
we, and even our children, and their children,
are and will be governed by the results
of choices, choices already made, choices
being made, and future choices!
nothing happens by chance. we have no one
else to blame... and we cant put it on a
higher power... we cannot expect instant
redemption, or divine intervention...
it is up to us, as individuals, and as
community!
what do you believe? show me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Little Country Town
The creek down to a trickle and the paddocks looking brown
And not much ever seems to happen in the Little Country Town
lived in by the descendants of the early settlers who settled here a century ago
Of the bigger World out there few of them wish to know.
At night the recent happenings discussed in the local pub
News of the local cricketers or the local football club
Where the personal lives of those they know to them never taboo
What is happenning in the town of late who is having sex with who?
The visual or the literary arts never discussed at all
It has to be a local scandal that or bowls cricket or football
In little country towns one might say that creative types are rare
They are looked on with suspicion the culturally aware.
The creek down to a trickle and bone dry every drain
And in the local church on sunday the Reverend prays for rain
In the Main Street all is so quiet and few cars pass up and down
And life goes on as usual in the Little Country Town.
poem by Francis Duggan
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True To Life
(ferry)
So it gets to seven
And I think of nothing
But living in darkness
And the diamond lady
Well shes not telling
I dont even know her name
Its amazing
Times have changed
In days of old
Imaginationd leave you standing
Out in the could
Dancing city
Now youre talking
But wheres your soul
-youve a thousand faces
Ill never know
There are complications
And compensations
If you know the game
Agitated in xenon nightly
Ill take you home again
Travel way downtown
In search of nothing
But the sky at night
And the diamond lady
Well shes not talking
But thats alright
So I turn the pages
And tell the story
From town to town
People tell me
Be determined
Poor country boy
Too much luck
Means too much trouble
Much time alone
But arm in arm
With my seaside diamond
Ill soon be home
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Talk About Love
Talking real world, all that pain
Try to fix it still comes out the same
Get down to rosies
Wont you pull that plug
Last week
Someone made a mess of that rug
Talking big house way up town
One day one day
Ill put the money down
All that baby talk its for the birds
Lets make some honey
Honey in so many words
Oh no
Dont want a serious conversation
I just want to get you serious
Serious
I want to talk about love
You talk about the weather
Rain or snow
Talking cold wind
The way its going to blow
Talking good times night and day
Talk talk a stronger man
Could lose his way
Aphrodite now theres a girl
Good good loving
She spreads around the world
Forget your dancing all that boogaloo
Drag that purse over here
I got to talk to you
Oh no
Dont want a serious conversation
I just want to get you serious
Serious
I want to talk about love
song performed by by Deep Purple
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An Eternal Choice
We come into life with no choice, simply born as girls and boys.
We are born of a man and wife, through whom we enter into life,
They become Mom and Dad, teaching us what’s good and bad.
Making the early choices for us, as the people that we can trust,
To guide us in our early life, steering us from the pain and strife.
They make all the decisions too, of what we can and cannot do,
As they help us all to grow, learning the things we need to know.
Preparing children for a time, when choices are yours and mine.
They know there’s coming a day, when we’ll go a separate way,
When children leave their home, to make choices on their own.
As you live out your early days, you follow in your parent’s ways,
The choices early on in life, may not have included Jesus Christ.
When we leave that chosen path, we may invite a parent’s wrath,
In spite of your parent’s reproof, you must choose Words of Truth.
For when God’s Truth is ignored, we need to then seek The Lord.
Although from the very start, parents indeed have a critical part,
Many following their own heart, from their early ways will depart.
There is no bigger choice friend, than that of a man’s eternal end.
A choice that’s a personal one, when believing in God’s Only Son,
For the only way to eternal life, is choosing the gift of Jesus Christ.
The parents of girls and boys, can’t make a child’s eternal choice,
Even if they known the Only Way, it is a decision you must make.
No one can make for you or me, the one choice regarding eternity.
That choice in which you believe, must be made before you leave,
And only with this eternal choice, when you leave, will you rejoice.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
Having-Less-Is-More
Money isn't 'everything' you know?
'Ooooohhh mon ami,
Big dummy you!
YOUR money may not be 'everything'.
Or not nearly what it use to be.
However...
SOMEWHERE someone is spending it,
Caring less about your limitation.
Or who has good or bad or indifferent credit.
And they have yet to accept greed as a motive,
To live a happy life! '
I am not referring to foreigners,
I am talking about us...
Living today in 'this' country.
'Oh?
I see.
So you've already adopted,
That 'Having-Less-Is-More' attitude?
Good for you.
You make me proud.
But as for me...
Give me a ten dollar bill anytime.
Even a five dollar bill,
Seems less than a dollar these days.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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