Disrespect Can Not Be Erased
If one needs to ask...
If their actions done,
Has offended someone.
What would they comprehend,
If an inability to acknowledge...
A deed that has gone into effective mode,
Is inappropriate?
That is comparable,
To someone consistently late for anything.
And although alibis and excuses are made...
The disrespect can not be erased.
It escalates until an irritation building fades away,
Everything heard coming out of an empty head.
What more can be said?
One can not use a thumb-tack,
To affix a picture to a steel wall.
No matter how many words that picture may paint,
To deliver a message to be digested.
It is best not to try to over-simplify,
What is never going to be understood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Picture, Near It Or Close To The Frame
No matter what is said,
To another with words believed understood...
There will be a misinterpretation,
That is explained to someone else...
For that person to comprehend,
Within the limits of what they have experienced.
And everyone knows those experiences are different.
And if an experience is limited with no sense to make,
Eventually there will be yet another someone...
Who becomes offended,
By what was intentionally not meant to escalate...
For anyone else to hear in the first place.
But in small towns,
Nothing is left as it had initially originated.
'I just want you to know,
I heard what you said.
But I'll go ahead and forgive you anyway.'
~What did you hear that I said?
When you weren't there or in the conversation.~
'It doesn't matter.
Although you could have come to me first.'
~But what I said wasn't about you at all.
Nor were you,
In the picture, near it or close to the frame.~
'That's not what I heard.
And you don't have to explain.
I'm not into photography.
Or words I heard you want to now change.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Don't Have To Paint Me A Picture
The kiss was colder than I remember
When we first said hello
I guess the flame's now a little lower
I can feel you letting go
You know the pain drops a little darker
Then when you first put it on
I guess your love's like some old cheap and magic marker
Said forever nice go
But you don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
When we first fell, we fell a long way
Summer nights and winter days
Mountain sunrise, ocean sunset
Hand in hand in the haze
Now it's cold heart summer evenings
And there's clouds on my sunrise
But you don't have to smile and say you're happy
I can see what's in your eyes
You don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Friend Of Mine
Friends of mine
They said they were friends of mine
Said they were passing time
More like a waste of time
Close the door
I said close the door
I've told you twice before
What are you waiting for?
Georgie Davies is coming out
No more heroew, we twist and shout
Oh no, not me, I'm not too late,
And I know that I'm not taking any more
Rocky Picture has lost his gun
Leave him out now, he's having fun
Oh no, not me, I'm not too late
And I know that I'm not waiting any more
Hey hey
Through the eyes
Don't have to advertise
When will you realize
I'm sick of your alibis?
Running cold
The water's running cold
It's time that you were told
I think you're growing old
Georgie Davies is coming out
No more heroes, we twist and shout
Oh no, not me, I'm not too late,
And I know that I'm not waiting any more
Rocky Picture has lost his gun
Leave him out now, he's having fun
Oh no, not me, I'm not too late,
And I know that I'm not taking any more
Hey hey
(pictures on the wall
they're all friends of yours
see them sell your alibi
it runs you by
think yourself lucky!)
Friends of mine
They said they were friends of mine
They were just wasting time
Out on the dotted line
The money's gone
I've known it all along
Why don't you say I'm wrong?
Why don't they drop the bomb?
'Cause Georgie Davies is coming out
No more heroes, we twist and shout,
Oh no, not me, I'm not too late,
and I know that I'm not waiting any more
Rocky Picture's thrown away his gun
Leave him out now, he's having fun
Oh no, not me, I'm not too late,
And I know that I'm not taking any more
What you doing, friends of mine
Holding back now, friends of mine
I've always heard you calling..
song performed by by Duran Duran
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Messages Lost In A Lonely Night
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.
Is the sound of my nights cell phone messages.
As my lover finally comes within cell phone range.
My lover will find nine separate cell phone messages.
As she comes within range of this night’s pleading paging.
All those messages build to ask; compel her to come to me.
Message one was subtle and said
“Enjoy dancing and a few drinks tonight. My love,
If you need me I am only a phone call away.”
It had a picture icon of enjoying drinks.
Message two said “Where is my little froggy voice? ”
Because a week ago you were ill my love.
It had the picture icon of a happy party.
Because you were out on the town partying.
Message three sadly said “You should have visited me
tonight my love.” It had the picture icon of a sad face.
Message four said simply “I miss you!
Why did you not come to me my love? ”
It had the picture icon of the broken hearted lover.
Message five said “Put another log on the fire and come! ”
It had the picture icon of a dog warm and snugly at home.
Message six said “It is 12 o’clock Cinderella
quick run to me my love! ”
It had the picture icon of the magic of meeting a rabbit;
coming out of a magician’s hat. An excellent trick.
Message seven said “Why did you not come to me? ”
It had the picture icon, of a cute cuddly, teddy bear.
Message eight said “Your nightie is under
the pillow (in its place) beside me my love.”
It had the picture icon of a man happily winking.
Message nine disappointed said “You did not
come because you do not love me enough.
True love always finds a way.” It had the picture icon
of a cloudy rainy day. Because my love remained away.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Only Paint The Picture Once
(Teddy Gentry/Randy Owen/Ronnie Rogers/Greg Fowler)
Look at those evening shadows
Casting a peaceful light
The sun is disappearing
It's a beautiful sight
Moments caught forever
By the master's touch
A lasting reminder
To us
You only paint the picture once
(And) you only get one chance
Take the time to do your best
While the brush is in your hand
Make sure it's just right
Before the colors dry
You can't change it once it's done
You only paint the picture once
Love is the canvas
That's where it all starts
A lifetime together
Becomes a work of art
Just look what's been created
Between your heart and mine
Oh I believe that we're one of a kind
You only paint the picture once
(And) you only get one chance
Take the time to do your best
While the brush is in your hand
Make sure it's just right
Before the colors dry
You can't change it once it's done
You only paint the picture once
It's a portrait of life
You can't live it twice
You only paint the picture once
song performed by by Alabama
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Mixed Fruit
Why should I paint you a full picture,
When the giving of a scent will provide the hint...
Of every detail.
Saving me time.
And,
Additional words to attempt to define...
What you should already know.
Life is becomong more like a bowl of mixed fruit.
I don't care what language it is you speak.
And a picture may paint a thousand words.
I've heard all of that before.
But if you can not smell what is in the air today,
And you are needing an interpreter...
There is more than delusions going on inside your head.
A numbing of it is what I would suggest.
Do not waste a cent on seeking help.
The tasting is in the pudding.
And the freshness of the fruit can not be guaranteed.
But what is evident...
Those making attempts to influence with control,
Are the ones out of their minds.
And time is the teacher that will present that lesson.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picture Picture by Tanya Markova
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Nang gabing masilayan ka...
Dala-dala ko pa
Ang aking lumang camera
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Campus gig noon at nag-aya ang tropa
Maraming bebot ang nagsasayaw
Nang biglang mapansin kita
What a beautiful face
At kinunan kita
What a beautiful face
Angat ka sa iba
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
I saw her face
Mukha syang taga-a a outerspace
Si Mang Roger ako'y kinalabit
Ang sabi
Halika na balot muna
Bago ka mag-konica
Na seramika gawa sa pabrika
Lagot ka na ang kamera may mahika
Ano ang lohika kung bat nahilo ka
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
Bigla kang nawala
What a beautiful face
Ako'y natulala
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
O nasaan ka na
What a beautiful face
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face...
poem by Shi Yelami
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My Devil You Were
I keep telling myself that I don't need you
but you keep whispering in my ear telling me that I do
and I believe you
I believe everything you say
even though it was everything you said
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
Because no other girl has been here since you left
and for no other girl have I shead a tear, I'm all cried out I have none left
cause I know you love to think that you took them all
but they were gone long before
for you I didn't watch a single one fall, I was never alive I was already dead
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
and I paint it red
I paint it red
the colour of blood shows that it is already dead
I keep telling myself that I don't need you
but you keep whispering in my ear telling me that I do
and I believe you
I believe everything is red
even though it was everything you said
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
and it is all red
he paints it red
my picture of his horns it shows its now never dead.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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Too Late
Soon its never more
When youve got to pay for
Promises - made in the night
Call the magic one
And with the magic comes
Forever chained to the flame
Chorus:
Its too late
Too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Do you feel a touch of evil
(then) its too late
To wish and make it so
To feel the power growing
Stronger - blessed by the dark
And when the candle fades
You can say it was a
Joke you played
So you must let me go - no
Chorus:
Its too late
Youve said the word
Too late
Something heard you
Too late - now the race is on
And youre run out of road
Too late
For tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Can you feel the touch of evil
Its too late
Oh oh oh save me
I believe in your name
Oh oh Ive fallen down
But now Ive found
Nobody to take the blame
Misery
Its come to drag me away
And when the hunter cries
No alibis
Get ready for judgement day
As the candle fades
You can say it was a game you made
So you must let me go, let me go
Its too late - youve said the word
Too late - something heard you
Too late - the spell is gone
And this time youre the fool
Its too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Welcome to forever
Welcome its too late
Too late
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Unsuccessfully waiting
Unsuccessfully waiting
~
There is a phone call
Still waiting to be made
A letter left unwritten
On a desk beside a frame
Where a picture waits to be placed
The are feelings existing
Words wanting to be said
Look to find a way to be heard
The is a song waiting on a chorus
With each verse yet to be writ
The ideas are beginnings
Without a first step made
A silence remaining unbroken
No message ever sent
A thought non really know
But a few may suspect
The are some excuses
None stand as an explanation
Why two hearts still wait
On a phone call to be made
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Heads Were Dancing
You talked me into the game of chance.
It was 39, before the music started,
When you walked up to me and you said,
Hey, heads we dance.
Well, I didnt know who you were
Until I saw the morning paper:
There was a picture of you
A picture of you cross the front page.
It looked just like you, just like you in every way.
But it couldnt be true.
It couldnt be true.
You stepped out of a stranger.
They say that the devil is a charming man.
And just like you I bet he can dance.
And hes coming up behind in his long
Tailed black coat dance,
All tails in the air.
But the penny landed with its head dancing.
A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
Standing with your head held high,
Hot down to the floor.
But it couldnt be you.
It couldnt be you.
Its a picture of hitler.
He go do-do-do-do-do
He go do-do-do-do-do
He go do-do-do-do-do--
Do you want to dance?
Well, I couldnt see what was to be,
So I just stood there laughing.
A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
Standing with your head held high,
Hot down to the floor.
But it couldnt be you.
It couldnt be you.
Its a picture of hitler.
He go mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
He go mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
He go mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh--
Heads were dancing.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Dead Man's HIll (acoustic Duo)
we were down at dead man's hill
smoking vines like cigarettes
looking through the trashy mags
trying to feel what's coming next
you told me of crashing cars
older brothers and late night bars
i told you what i feel most
and you kept it like a ghost forever
don't you write it down
remember this in your head
don't take a picture
remember this in your heart
don't leave a message
talk to me face to face
talk to me face to face
lying on the bright blue jumping mat
dinner bell is ringing
barking dogs and model planes
and the sound of passing trains
we watch for bonfires in the sky
on the beach in july
spin the bottle steal the kiss
postcards to the one i miss forever
the one i miss forever
don't you write it down
remember this in your head
don't take a picture
remember this in your heart
i'll leave a message
when everything comes apart
(talk to me face to face)
[talk to me face to face]
(everything comes apart)
i'll leave a message
when everything comes apart
i remember cats on fire
gasoline a burning spiral
standing underneath the night
fighting back with all my might
empty cans and charred remains
find them in the heat of day
on the top of dead man's hill
this is what i know of shame forever
words and music amy ray
copyright 1994 bmi virgin music inc and godhap music (bmi
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Frowning Big Man
You frown on my face,
Like a big man of status.
Like a wall is your picture,
The picture of you, and of me.
The big man was again in my head
As I fussed and fought for his headings.
The riches struck the gadgets,
My calculator was of prices too large.
He had big plans with money,
The same plans I saw with my eyes and ears.
The big-picture came together,
He was big and I was bigger.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cut and Separate Quick to Split
There are those who believe themselves chosen,
To hold up the process of one's life.
They are the ones who elect to be understood...
With no comprehension or faith to do things.
Not the way they should be done.
Unless they have a say...
In which way they decide,
What has to be done for them is right.
And something that initiates,
A feeling of false pride.
Even though what gets done,
Is at a time that arrives too late for some.
With an expectation for others they delay...
Should sit and wait with a patience,
That has become frayed.
Strained and frazzled.
Or...
They wish to debate uselessly,
Over that which should have taken place.
And wasting as much time as they can,
To be understood!
'For goodness sake!
I am not the cause for this reaction! '
When folks like this,
Began to flaunt excuses to abuse and disrespect...
Never acknowledge what it is that they do,
Because from you they will determine...
You have become accustomed to their neglect!
And from you expect apologies.
Sever yourself from these kinds of people.
Cut and separate quick to split...
From this addicting BS.
And have none of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Portrait
Paint me a picture and hang it on your wall.
Color it dark where the lines must start to crawl.
Down, down, down.
Spin me around and around.
Draw me away to the night from the day.
Leave not a trace to be found.
Down, down.
Nothing is real but the way that I feel.
And I feel like going down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down, down.
Paint me a picture of eyes that never see,
With flashes of light that will burn for only me.
Hey, hey, hey, theres only the devil to pay.
Im ready to go pull me down from below.
Give me a place I can lay.
Hey, hey.
Nothing is real but the way that I feel.
And I feel like going down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down!
song performed by by Rainbow
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Thanks giving
Before it is too late,
Let me affix my signature
To the declaration of gratitude
For all the men I’ve benefited from,
All the women I’ve shared my love with,
All the lines I’ve read with interest,
All the words I’ve heard with eagerness,
All the things I’ve seen with curiosity,
And all the thoughts I’ve marveled at.
Before it is too late,
Let me affix my signature
To the declaration of gratefulness
For my ancestors whose product I am,
My progeny who made my life purposeful,
All things which were hunted for my prey,
All the air and water that kept me alive
And more than all that were expressed,
For the fate to have let me live so far.
As I am not fated to be
Present in my farewell
That the world is soon to host,
I leave this thanks giving address.
11.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You In My Poem
If I could paint a picture
and do it in a poem
I'd use beautiful colors
to brighten up my home.
My words would form a heart
so that I could view
all the beauty I feel you are
and how I picture you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Turned Your Picture To The Wall
I turned your picture to the wall
I don't wanna see you anymore
You once were nice to me
Sugar and spice to me
Now you're as salty as you can be
We had some good times, I recall
We don't ever have them anymore
Now you just lie to me
Then say goodbye to me
I can't believe this is happening to me
When I call you on the phone
You are never there
And I sit home all alone
You don't even care
So I'll just turn your picture to the wall
I ain't gonna see you anymore
It's all a memory
Now it can never be
I'll never see you at all
'Cause I will just turn your picture to the wall
song performed by by Norah Jones
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