Deep Seated Ballroom Wishes
Peasants with deep seated ballroom wishes,
Are often disrespectful to others...
When they are invited to feast.
Upon request and with a dignity to them shown.
Adopting a social etiquette is not their preference.
To then complain about the amenities...
Given to them for free!
And this has been widely known,
As they are fed more samplings of their fantasies.
With a keeping of them unsuccessfully quiet.
Even though not one of them paid a thing,
Towards the upkeep of the utilities.
Yet disgruntled they have become,
To have not received an increase in subsidies...
They dare not lift a greasy finger to earn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not That Giving
If you do not know what respect is.
And you wish for me to point out to you,
Those things you do that are disrespectful?
And your attraction to immaturity too?
You need no longer excuse what you do that has been done,
On pride.
There is something disconnected in your head.
And I am not about to teach another adult,
What is appropriate social etiquette.
That would be likened to teaching a full grown cat,
The aspects of hygiene.
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
You want me to do what?
Tell you when you are being disrespectful?
How old are you?
55?
I am not that giving or blessed with those skills.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It They Don't Understand?
Why haven't they boarded the lifeboats?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
AND...
They 'are' aware of the ship sinking?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
What is it they don't understand?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dig in
There is no other way.
Once that way has been,
Removed from suspense.
And in one's mind
Begins to deepen,
With a revealing
Pointless to defend!
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught,
And thought.
Would be so easy.
As if just to wish.
All fantasies one would quickly get.
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught
By those.
Live to get rich people.
Who wanted to make it look as if,
Not a finger.
Anyone had to lift!
When something is deserved,
It comes to those who do the work.
Very few people
Get from giving hands,
Clean and clear of a sign of dirt.
People deserving are those who work.
People who struggle,
Are not unaccustomed
Of facing their own troubles.
And often are the ones,
Receiving their 'good luck'
Doubled up without much of a fuss.
There is no other way.
Once that way has been,
Removed from suspense.
And in one's mind
Begins to deepen,
With a revealing
Pointless to defend!
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught,
And thought
Would be so easy.
As if just to wish
All fantasies one would quickly get.
Dig in.
Be the one to make what it wished,
For you begin to happen.
Dig in!
Useless are those complaints.
No one hears,
Or pretends to listen.
Dig in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fleet Of Foot and On The Run
A social etiquette,
To select others to repress...
Will someday stop the paying of dividends,
To those who have taken steps...
To make sure those kept oppressed,
Will never see them doubting...
Their own credibility,
Which has enabled them to debit on false claims.
And...
With unashamed requests to borrow overwhelming funds,
To protect the cost of keeping their fears,
Undetected and hypocritical...
While 'still' keeping fleet of foot and on the run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quintetto
[To the tune of "Turning, turning, turning, as wheel goes round."]
RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERSTAMP:
Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse
Interpreted to mean the public purse.
From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!
Who would not be ensconced in thy snug corner
THE FIVE:
While round the public board all eagerly we linger,
for what we can get we will try, try, try:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. FEATHERNEST:
By my own poetic laws, I'm a dealer in applause
For those who don't deserve it, but will buy, buy
So round the court I linger, and thus I get a finget
A finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. VAMP:
My share of pie to win, I will dash through thick and thin
And philosophy and liberty shall fly, fly, fly:
And truth and taste shall know, that their eve Iasting foe
Has a finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. KILLTHEDEAD:
I'll make my verses rattle with the din of war and battle,
For war doth increase sa-la-ry, ry, ry:
And I'll shake the public ears with the triumph of Algiers,
And thus I ll get a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. PAPERSTAMP:
And while you thrive by ranting, I'll try my luck at canting,
And scribble verse and prose all so dry, dry, dry:
And Mystic's patent smoke public intellect shall choke,
Arld we ll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
We'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. ANYSIDE ANTIJACK:
My tailor is so clever, that my coat will turn for ever,
And take any colour you can dye, dye, dye:
For all my earthly wishes are among the loaves and fishes,
And to have my little finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Greasy Grass River
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Now Im swimming in the greasy grass river
On my way to the black pearl sea
Yeah Im floating down the greasy grass river
Come one child come with me
Life is so easy on greasy grass river
Just take my hand and we can pretend to be free
You wanna be
Free
Come on with me
Take me down to the greasy grass river
Wash my hands where the water is clean
Lay me down by the greasy grass river
And unfold my mystery
The greasy grass river has water that whispers
Lets listen closely while
She says she wants to be free
You wanna be
Free
You know what I mean?
Outro:
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Song. Go Tell Amynta, Gentle Swain
1.
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
I would not die, nor dare complain.
Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy voice will more prevail than mine;
For souls opprest and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain'd this kind relief.
That music should in sounds convey
What dying lovers dare not say.
2.
A sigh or tear perhaps she'll give,
But love on pity cannot live:
Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid,
Tell her my pains so fast increase
That soon it will be past redress;
For the wretch that speechless lies,
Attends but death to close his eyes.
poem by John Dryden
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Dignity
Dignity is what we want,
As human beings on this earth;
Dignity is what we can’t,
Give up anyway since birth.
Dignity is innate right,
God has bestowed man, He made;
Dignity is cause to fight
When employees get under-paid.
Dignity, all need always
At home, at school and one’s work-place;
Dignity for human race,
Men must guarantee all days.
Dignity in livelihood,
Receive should all citizens;
Dignity in dying too,
World must assure everyone.
Dignity is what we need
In life on earth and when we die;
Dignity is good indeed
For creatures born under the sky.
Dignity for man and beast
Is a must for all, west / east;
Dignity for anyone
Shouldn’t be denied, any time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-2006
poem by John Celes
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What Have You Done To My Lover?
You said you would 'always' love me.
It seems not too long ago.
And then,
We invited the increase of bills to come in.
Taxes on a monthly mortgage grew.
And every few years,
There was a need to exchange two cars...
For ones that were new.
And those precious innocent children,
We once held in our arms to adore...
Now tell us where to go, what to kiss...
And when we get done,
What to ourselves we should do...
Before they leave to slam either front or back doors.
And the expense of keeping up with the neighbors,
Has had us seeking additional employment...
Since the effects of the economy,
Has us reacting to each other...
As if we are terrified to sleep with the 'enemy'.
I know on some nights,
I'd rather keep on all the lights!
Personally...
I have become saddened by this!
The person I fell in love with,
I don't recognize anymore.
You spend every available dime we have,
On gym dues and annual make-overs...
We simply can not afford.
Who are you?
And what have you done to my lover?
You said you would 'always' love me.
It seems not too long ago.
And then,
We invited the increase of bills to come in.
And they are about to throw us out of our own house.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deviant Ways
How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.
What is it about me you despise publicly,
In other's eyes?
Yet privately delight to sweat,
In my arms under 'my' sheets.
With a begging of me not to let you go?
And you wish others to believe this...
To keep me from them distanced?
You wish me your private 'piece'?
But discreetly you seek,
From ME loyalty?
For FREE?
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
Why should I tolerate that nonsense,
These days.
I am not your secret trash to used,
To scratch your rash.
So you can hit it and dash as you please.
Since you want to continue to give me 'shade' in public.
And expect me to keep silent about your 'kinkiness'.
There is going to be mutual dividends to this.
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am 'paid'!
A 'P' with lots of 'AID'!
If you are expecting me to protect,
Your deviant ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless It Has Never Been Addressed
If you are not celebrating,
Yourself...
With pride and dignity.
You have no identity.
That is how I see it!
That is how it appears to me.
There is something missing in your life.
An understanding that goes unidentified.
Something unliked one wishes to hide...
Or ignore! Perhaps despise!
There is an unacceptance.
And whatever it is,
It is denied.
Anyone with a pride and dignity...
Will let this be known.
And it is clearly shown,
On the outside as it should be.
Unless it has never been addressed,
Or respected.
And the emptiness is left unconnected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Automatic Minuets
Climatic minutes tick and go.
And when they come...
It is known they are quickly fading.
Sweet melodies,
Serenading...
Quietly in handcuffed peace.
Release them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Automatic minuets...
Prepared and dressed
For inspections to impress.
Recalling days of old,
Boldly waltzing through...
But yet not distanced!
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Deep hidden needs...
Romanticized by hypocrisies.
Try hard they do,
To deny what is shown...
But is known to be true.
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Climatic minutes tick and go.
And when they come...
It is known they are quickly fading.
Sweet melodies,
Serenading...
Quietly in handcuffed peace.
Automatic minuets...
Prepared and dressed
For inspections to impress.
Recalling days of old,
Boldly waltzing through...
But yet not distanced!
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Deep hidden needs...
Romanticized by hypocrisies.
Try hard they do,
To deny what is shown...
But is known to be true.
Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.
Release this...
And be free to let go,
Of these violent wishes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Of Such Statements Spared
The only concern I have,
Is keeping you aware...
That I 'am' concerned.
With the keeping of such statements spared.
If there is anything I've learned,
About being concerned.
It is better shown to produce the knowing,
When one is in the act of it.
Yes I care.
Do you dare to say I don't?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Could Only Mean One Thing
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
That one could addendum what has been done,
For some is a preference.
And is a preference someone else dictates,
Really a 'preference' one independently makes?
Or is it just easier to accept to later throw away?
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
And if it seems I intentionally attempt to attract attention...
Well...
I'll put it this way,
If one is doing what one wishes to do...
And if this should attract attention?
It could only mean one thing.
Some find it difficult to do what it is they choose,
Without getting approval or feeling accepted.
And...
Well,
A seeking of acceptance hasn't done a thing to improve...
The quality of life that has been devalued as 'approved'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dummy's Life
My dummy rules the days
The real I hide deep
So many things it says
The dummy puts it to sleep.
The dummy is scared of me
For in fantasies I persist
It knows it can't afford to be
Like me an anarchist.
For food it must earn
It must do hard work
Life's skills it must learn
It must make its mark.
The real I if had its say
Would do none of these
He would shape his own day
Act as his wishes please.
Leisurely he would take his horse
To where the green touches the sky
Run at will and take a pause
Not allowing the dreams to die!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Americans who had traveled in Europe knew the 'free' European peasants suffered considerably greater oppression and misery than did American bondsman. Modern scholarship has shown that the exploitation rate -- the percentage of the worker's production that was taken from him by his owners -- was lower among the slaves than among European peasants, that work loads were light, and that slaves actually experienced a considerable measure of personal freedom.
quote by Forest McDonald
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Human Interest
You say this,you say that
My better no way youre sad
Leave me alone right now
I used to be in love with this
Now Im trying to get rid of all this human interest
Dont you dare to point your finger at me
Look at yourself
Im not the one you want me to be
Look at yourself
Some say no, some say yes
Less or more or more or less
Leave me alone right now
I used to be adored each day
Now its time for me to pay
The dreadful price of success
Dont you dare to point your finger at me
Look at yourself
Im not the one you want me to be
Look at yourself
Some say no, some say yes
Dont you dare to point your finger at me
Look at yourself
Im not the one you want me to be
Look at yourself
Dont you dare to point your finger at me
Look at yourself
Im not the one you want me to be
Look at yourself
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Ballroom Dancing
Well I used to smile when I was a pup
Sailing down the nile in china cup
With the recipe for a lovely day
Sticking out my back pocket
But it wasnt always such a pretty sight
cos we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on tv
I got what I got from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
Well I used to fly when I was a kid
And I didnt cry if it hurt a bit
An a carpet ride to a foreign land
At the time of davy crockett
But it wasnt always such a pretty sight
cos we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on tv
I got quite a lot from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
Well went so fast and we all grew up
Now the days that passed in the china cup
Are the memories of another day
And I wouldnt want to knock it
But it wasnt always such a pretty sight
cos we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on tv
I got quite a lot from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
Oh!...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Nomads Free of Self Consciousness
There is a place where excuses are made.
And finding fault with others is condoned.
Children are disrespectful...
Hygiene is neglected, disregarded and rejected
And comprehension of it,
Goes unknown!
People defend their ignorance,
And lack of common sense...
With much protest!
Yet wishes to live like this in bliss
Is sick
Accepted
And shown!
Urban indigestion...
Constipates suggestions.
Blocked they are from knowledge
That acknowledges a cultural lost!
Nomads free of self consciousness,
Resisting attempts to fix...
At any cost!
A collective sanity is missing!
And those who know what it takes,
Are seen with their fingers crossed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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