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Dirt Dumpers

What makes dirt dumpers think,
That where one chooses to live...
Associate with,
Go, eat and drink...
Has limitations on their abilities.
Or the credibility of their deeds.

What makes dirt dumpers think,
The ones they pre-judge by appearances...
Aren't invited to sit with the elite,
And choose to be alone at night...
Since they have peace of mind,
And this is what they are determined to keep!

What makes dirt dumpers think,
Their becoming aware of their own surroundings...
Has come too late to appreciate those,
They smeared with innuendos...
That generated a loathing and a creating of bad taste.

What makes dirt dumpers think,
The ones they have chosen to do this on...
Have tried too many times to warn them,
Their performances have cut their own noses.
And slit their own throats.
To leave them choking in their own polluted air.

'I don't need eyes in my head,
To know or see the things you have done...
And still do.
You are amongst seeds...
Within a rotting apple.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Dirt & Red Skies

The red dirt fascinates me so
It just doesn’t look quite real
Too bright and much too pretty
It has that ‘country’ feel

Skies that shock the senses
At night or early morn
Unlike dark and gloomy skies
Frightening and forlorn

Red is a color of promise to me
It always makes me smile
To sit on a swing and enjoy red dirt
Or the brilliant skies for awhile

The red dirt world is glorious
As the red clouds pass on by
For nothing makes me happier
Than red dirt & red skies!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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His Red Dirt Life

So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife

A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand

Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride

And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load

The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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All I Need From You Is That You Clean Me, Mama

you lay a mat on the floor
for you to understand dirt and its implications its complications
to the wall
or to the center table and to the rest of the parts of your house,
dirt must be eradicated, that is your rule number one,
so you put lots of mats and rugs, doormats, floormats,
in every door in every corner of the floor

all dirts are not welcome,
it is as though you have studied dirt at length for years,
what is dirt? what are the kinds of dirt? the causes of dirt?
the consequences of dirt? the historical background of dirt,
and your recommendations finally about
dirt
its control and eradication,

you have talked about dirt and how you disliked it,
how you have driven dirt away from this house
how you called they police when dirt resisted to leave
and of course they all were arrested and jailed
without bond
the judge convicted dirt on the basis of those dirty exhibits
and dirty testimonial evidence,

dirt must be poisoned by lethal injection, hanged, electrocuted,
to make them disappear forever
that is your firm belief
your solid conviction

the sound philosophy of
your society

you are talking to me, and i will now tell you who am i really,
my name, the place where i live, my family and how i am related to you,

mother, i am dirt, my name is dirty, my family is dirty,
i live in a dirty place, i am your son,

i cannot step on your doormat, immediately i must leave now
you will report me to the police and i will be arrested
and jailed and even be hanged dead,

all i need is only that you clean me, mama.
now, please........

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Say Goodbye

Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.

'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!

'Cause,
Most of the time,
I feel entrapped and confined.
Without a bit of self defense.
None that comes that makes to me any sense.

'Cause,
I had believed...
You were as happy as me.
But I see you desire to leave,
Me hurting deeply and permanently!

Don't say,
Goodbye!
Don't patronize me with lies sighed!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
And I can't believe all you did was deceive.

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.

But...
Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.

'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirt Bike

Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

If youre havin trouble with your high school head
Hes givin you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in is bed [...but not in his debt]
Heres what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
Im always home
Call me any time
Just ring
36 24 36 hey [36 24 36 8]
I lead a life of crime
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and theyre done dirt cheap
You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
(shes) hes double dealin with your best friend
Thats when the teardrops start - fella
Pick up the phone
Im here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
Well have ourselves a ball
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and theyre done dirt cheap
If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you aint got the guts
She keeps naggin at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
Its time you made a stand
For a fee
Im happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and theyre done dirt cheap
Concrete shoes, cyanide, tnt
Done dirt cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done dirt cheap

song performed by by AC-DC
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Every Time You Throw Dirt On Her (You Lose A Little Ground)

I guess you think it's fun
To laugh at her expense
And point out each mistake she makes
In front of all your friends
You figure she'll let it go by
'Cause she loves you so
But, you know.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground.
--- Instrumental ---
It's hard to bite my lip
But, I ain't saying a word
I give you all the rope to hang yourself
That you deserve
You might be ahead of me in her heart, today
But, that's okay.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down...

song performed by by George Strait
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Kiss The Dirt

Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of doubt
Don't water them with your tears
Don't think about all the years
You'd rather be without
Eden lets me in
I find the seeds of love
And climb upon the highwire
I kiss and tell all my fears
Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of fun
And we scream like alleycats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one
Cutting through the night
And we find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end

song performed by by INXS
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Dog Dirt

Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.

Now when I say dog dirt I mean my thoughts,
I’m using it as a metaphor incase I get caught,
Now I love her but I can’t tell her,
Because if she ever found out I’ll be feeling under the weather,
Together forever, probably never I think,
But all I do is think I just keep my mouth shut,
My thoughts are dog dirt,
Don’t touch or stumble on them or I’ll get hurt.

Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.

I hope that’s not crap on your shoe,
Because I accidentally wrote in that text I love you,
You replied I love you too if only it was true,
I’m a fool for ever falling for you,
I’m a fool defiantly if you ever step in my do, do,
I’ll zip my mouth closed so nothing blurts out,
I’ll rip my vocal cords out so that I can’t shout,
I’m a dreamer, but not a believer, trust me.

poem by Gaz illionaire
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On The Old Dirt Road

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell
On the old dirt road
Without a care
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Oh Im a millionairre
Oh and I would do anything to go back there
On the old dirt road
Oh my brother and me
We make a mess all weekend
Till sunday eve
Oh and I am travelling through the past
Oh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
I got no name
Build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I am a child again
Oh and I dont need to pretend
Oh I hear you cry
Go back to sleep
But I cant make it stop
cos its not a dream
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
Im a millionairre
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Havent got a care
On the old dirt road
I aint got no name
I build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I would do anything to go back there again
Oh and I -- Im a child again

song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Little House Made Out Of Logs

I was raised in a little house
Made out of logs
Had a dirt chimney
Made from moss
Cut out windows
No glass at all
Little house
Made out of logs
Never swept any floor
Made out of dirt
You don't see any more
Kerosene lamps
Water from the spring
Makes me thirsty again
Raised on potatoes and cornbread
Wood stove was all we had
Never thought much about the holidays
Just a season for another time and place
Can't forget how I was raised
Makes you learn to appreciate
I could do the same in time
Little log house
On my mind

poem by Monette Paul
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My Red Dirt World

Did you ever see a red dirt road
With a red dirt pond ‘long side?
Brilliant yellow sunflowers
In the grass where burrs might hide?

Oil wells thriving endlessly
White gobs from a cotton patch
Bolls in the patch ready to burst
Sweet blooms like a bird that hatched

All my red dirt rides in the country
Are laced with these wondrous things
They sum up the life I’ve lived so far
Kinda tug at my worn heart strings

Ah yes, such red dirt memories
As I wonder through life’s plan
But I do my best along the way
For I’m just a red dirt man!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Finding of Dirt

Get over the notion,
That the finding of dirt...
On someone,
Will embarrass them.

Some create their own dirt,
Just to bring attention...
To something they've done,
That will stun and captivate...
Imaginations the world over.

One never knows,
What is in the mind of a genius.
And that dirt that has been found,
Had been planted for discovery.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Red Dirt Road

Down that red dirt road
Off to the side I see
Cattle gracing in herds
Staring sweetly at me

Yes, the red dirt takes us
Past old farmyard barns
Farmers standing ‘round
Spinning red dirt yarns

Daisies waving by the side
Of the red dirt road so fresh
Brilliant colors perfectly
Blend in with all the rest

More cows by the fence
Watch as I go by
Driving a red dirt road
Sure does make time fly!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Red Dirt Forever!

Nothing is quite as relaxing
As having a red dirt day
The color gleaming brightly
As I go along my way

A pond surrounded by red dirt
Creates a smile upon my face
I never can remember
A more peaceful kind of place

An old barn in the sunshine
Surrounded by deep red dirt
Happy families lived for years
Yes, tribulations came in spurts

As I look across the fields
I’m so proud of what I see
All this brilliant red dirt land
Still smiles happily on me

For you see, nothing matters
Except this world that I treasure
And I truly will be happy on
My Red Dirt Forever!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Far More Effective

The lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue.
The gossip and innuendos...
Done by those with limited minds too!
There is nothing else I would rather do,
Than to pull these thoughts
Out of my memory...
With the pain I felt!
And the scars that healed with much attitude!
It hurts...
To know others find feelings of mine,
Worthless.
It hurts...
When lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue said
To ruin my happiness...
And to mess up my head!
It hurts!
But not as much as being on the other end
Of retaliation!
Even forgiveness doesn't seem to control it,
When that times comes...
To payback what others have done!
I am not of the 'turn-the-other-cheek' kind!
I pray everyday that God removes the players...
And the bitterness I've been holding for years,
In my mind for some time!
Doesn't make sense repeating the ignorance.
Especially since those deeds done
Have already been repaid with my approval and delight...
By my Father!
And I thank God throughout every hour,
He has allowed me to overcome my taste for retribution!
Knowing that a 'higher power' does that
Much better than I can!
And far more effective.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Red Dirt Life

I went for a ride the other day
Sun shown bright as could be
Shining right on the red dirt road
There is nothing more cheerful to me

Past the red dirt farmhouses
Down the valley so red
A smile was on my face
For I knew what was ahead

The green trees stood out starkly
With the wonderful red color
Huge red rock and plateau’s
Nothing like any other

It was a ride that I take often
For I have a great red dirt time
Perhaps you too would enjoy
A red dirt life like mine!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Strong Enough Not To Express Their Frustrations

Explaining themselves with a host of excuses.
Says many things about people like this.
And the one thing that stands out clearly,
Is a wish they believe is kept secret...
To have their insecurities accepted.
With a protecting no one neglects of this.

These people are always demanding,
Understanding.
With a hope...
That someone will come along,
To allow themselves to be openly disrespected.

While comprehending in a patience understood,
They are the ones...
Strong enough not to express their frustrations.
Soley for the purpose to have others dump theirs.
Making the act of this help the dumpers feel good.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always Available

Some red dirt cowboys know how to cook beans
All red dirt cowboys know how to rope and tie
Some red dirt cowboys can even make a quilt
But one thing they won't ever do is say good-bye

So try to imagine life on the Oklahoma red plains
With early settlers making their dreams come true
Early red dirt cowboys had the best of all worlds
They were always available to love and protect you

poem by John McCornack
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Dirty Martini

Two in the morning there's a drink in my hand
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
Nothing moving the place but sweat
I heard a rumour 'bout a Cajun band
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
The bartender says it's early yet
Wait the bartender says it's early yet
Too many olives in too much gin
Steppin' out in the City of Sin
Too much dirty rice and too many beans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Have another, i believe i will
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
And you can stir it with a dirty spoon
There's a perscription i've gotta fill
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
And the Doctor's gonna be here soon
Jimmy says the Doctor's gonna be here soon
Too many olives in too much gin
Steppin' out in the City of Sin
Too much dirty rice and too many beans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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