Don't Get Too Cocky
How shallow do I think you are?
That's not fair.
Comeon.
I've never said that about you.
All I said was...
Why would a people destroy themselves,
To inflict an empty and hollow ego...
Upon others to believe!
That was not a reference to you.
Even though I've seen you do some very stupid things...
You have yet come to me face to face,
Trying to convince me of your greatness.
Especially when I have been behind the scenes,
Doing all of the work...
You do not have the competence to do!
And both of us know that's true.
You do the visuals.
And I supply the brain and leg work
So...
Comeon.
As long as you and I know what's happening here...
Let others say what they want.
But I will offer this as a suggestion...
Don't get too cocky!
I don't want to spoil it...
For either one of us.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Use It Or You'll Lose It
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Putting off today,
For tomorrow...
May from you disappear,
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Excuses made to hesitate,
Only dissipates what is real.
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Waiting for a day to remove double chins,
Or...
Praying someday you'll appear more thin,
Is...
Self defeating.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jump Up With It
It is time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
To feel the best you can.
And open up your eyes,
Like you should.
And get that taste.
Don't hesitate.
If you just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
No need to compromise.
Or apologize for the living your life.
Get rid of that feeling and do it quick.
Stick it to 'em,
And comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Live your life and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Don't give in and quit.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Let it go and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
It's time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Rejoice and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Rejoice and comeon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Your Masochistic Fishing
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
So comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Said That First?
'I'm going to say something foolish! '
YOU?
That's impossible.
'Seriously.
Why don't you listen to me sometimes.
Instead of acting as if you know so much.
Can't you at least 'pretend',
You are paying me 'some' attention? '
I'll do the best I can.
And...
Get set.
On your mark!
GO.
'Why are you giving me that look? '
Comeon.
Be serious.
Can't you be serious?
At least this one time.
Stop giving me that blank look.
That wide eyed stare.
Comeon...
Stop it! '
Well...
I 'tried to pay you 'some' attention.
That didn't work.
And then I tried to pretend,
I had amnesia.
That didn't work either.
Let's see...
That's about...
Three minutes total time.
You need more time than that?
'This is going nowhere! '
And 'who' said that first?
Didn't I tell you that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pop LeRoc
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With poppa!
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
With green peppers too!
To move in the groove,
With pop the rocker!
Come on and eat...
Tasty pasta with me.
Pop LeRoc!
Your poppa.
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
Before this night is through.
Rock with pop the rocker!
Gonna rock with your poppa.
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With your poppa!
That's what we can do.
Before this night is through.
There's no ticking clock,
Around your poppa!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Show Us Some Love
Never do I wish to have you see,
My bad side.
That side of me,
That is stubborn.
Opinionated.
Self centered and selfish.
Closed to suggestions.
Not willing to listen.
Impatient, rude and offensive.
I want to show you I 'can' and will,
Know more about love!
'Comeon!
Are you through in there?
You're not the only one,
Needing to use the bathroom.'
~I'll be out in a moment.~
'We all hear you in there,
Talking to yourself.
Comeon...
Give us a break.'
~Give me a moment.
I'm just washing my face.~
Good luck to you my friend.
Remember...
I 'am' going to show you more love.
'Show us some 'love' and hurry up out of there.
Get away from that mirror!
We've got serious business to take care of.
There's a line out here.
Hurry up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard work pays
Wow, how payful is hardworking
Trust me you will always gain something
But only if you work hard
You can look stupid in faces of people
But trust me looking stupid doesn't describe a person
Always be sure on what you are doing
Because you might end up doing nothing
If you know what you are doing
All embarrassment you had, will be washed way
Happy and glory will be all yours
Your sad face will be charming
Smile will be on your face
Even thought you are poor and skinny
You can still do it
And always remember that hard work pays
poem by Gomez Banda
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Give Me a Smile
I appreciate your efforts,
To clarify the exits.
With an enthused anticipation,
That I'd rehearse...
The coming and goings of my ways.
But you may find those exits,
More complexed than me.
I saw them in the construction stage.
And made my suggestions and recommendations...
As to whom through them should come and leave.
And it seems my opinions...
Although not often given,
Have, surprisingly, been approved.
Please don't tease.
Why do you look as stunned as you do?
You look bewildered?
I may associate with fools.
And enjoy their company.
But I have not been invited to deliver that speech.
You see this face I wear?
A seriousness you'll hear from me.
Please don't despair.
I will be brief.
I am here to bridge gaps.
And pour down fresh concrete.
I am here to ensure...
Misunderstandings once done,
Come to an end and cease.
With a foundation more dependable,
Than the one you had!
Did you think I was here to provide entertainment.
So you then could mock me, joke and laugh?
I'm here for that too!
When my comments are through.
You don't think what I do I take that seriously?
Comeon...
Do you?
Comeon...
DO YOU?
Give me a smile.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let the Sun Shine
We pollute the water
We poison the land
We burn all our trees
For supply and demand
The sun won’t shine
And frankly, I don’t blame it
We screwed this world up
But we can still save it
We use nuclear attacks
And kill the human race
We wipe our whole cultures
Cuz we don’t like their face
The sun wants to shine
But it cannot bare
To watch us destroy ourselves
Without even a care
We need the sun
It’s our source of life
So don’t let the sun die
Because of our strife
Work it all out
I know you can do it
Don’t just kill, people
Try to work through it
poem by Monica Hinson
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The Face
You take a final look around
And then you put your house-key down
Upon the table by the note
You take your handbag and your coat
You don't want too much to carry
To slow you down on the way
You picture his face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
His face like a stranger
You didn't know what to say
So you are going away
From the face of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
Why should you want to call your friends
Why should you want to start again
You tried explaining through the years
But it would always end in tears
And one thing you know for certain
You've said goodbye to that place
But still
You picture his face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
His face like a stranger
You didn't know what to say
So you are going away
From the face of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
Somewhere a telephone
Is ringing in an empty room
Miles away
You are looking at a new town
But you are thinking of the past
The rain is falling down
Why do you keep that photograph
Of his face like a stranger
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
His face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
His face like a stranger
You didn't know what to say
So you are going away
From the face of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
His face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
song performed by by Anni Frid Lyngstad from Shine
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I Aint Been 'Right' Since
Just throw me any compliment you wish,
With superlatives dripping with adverbs and adjectives.
And don't forget that 'ego' written all over my forehead.
Be sure not to miss that.
That wants to be massaged.
I'm telling you...
Just how 'shallow' is my deepness?
Don't get me wrong...
I am tremendously grateful I am blessed,
But...
Comeon!
I guess some people perceive my head,
To be as big as...
Alaska or Texas.
I'd be stuck on 'uh' if it was.
I just do what I know I do.
Those who 'really' know me,
Know this is no secret.
The only time I was impressed,
Is when my mother followed my every movement...
During my tap dance recital.
She was on my every step.
Better than I was.
And that was 59yrs ago.
And it was more than 50yrs ago,
My sister 'Mimmie' exclaimed...
'Larry? You did 'not' write this! '
Her nosey eyes was all up in my business,
Back then.
Don't get me wrong...
I am tremendously grateful I am blessed,
But...
Comeon!
I guess some people perceive my head,
To be as big as...
Alaska or Texas.
It really isn't.
Although it's expected to be.
And I don't know why.
Not soon after my birth...
I demanded my parents,
Stop by the store...
To pick up some pads an pens!
I had some ideas to jot down...
As soon as we got home!
And wouldn't you know...
They got me pencils instead.
And I aint been 'right' since!
Well...
At least the pads had 'lines'.
Upon which I was prepared to deliver.
I am embellishing a little bit.
But...
Not by much.
Give or take a few years!
I would 'add' at least...
6 or 7.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much To Do
The face of the world is a homely face,
And the look of the world unkind,
When harsh on your arm a hand it lays
And bids you into the grind,
That 's little to your mind, my dear,
That 's little to your mind.
But it 's work that counts in the world, you see;
Not what we dream, but do:
For the dreamer of dreams, whatever he be,
If he 'd have his dreams come true,
Must be a workman, too, my dear,
Must be a workman, too.
So much to do; so much to know;
So much that life would shirk!
But each is one of a hive below,
The world's great Hive of Irk,
Where each must do his work, my dear,
Each one must do his work.
A song, a look, a word of cheer,
Will help more than a sigh!
For this is the law of the hive, my dear,
That every bee must try, my dear,
And all the drones must die, my dear,
That all the drones must die.
Oft-times it seems that the end is far,
And the work we do, in vain;
That night will never reveal a star,
And day bring only rain,
To trouble our hearts again, my dear,
To trouble our hearts again.
But ever the stars are shining there
With ever the old regard;
And be it foul, or be it fair,
However long debarred,
All work has its reward, my dear,
All work has its reward.
Could summer come without the rose?
Or morn without the sun?
And thus shall toil bring soul's repose
To each and every one,
Whose work at last is done, my dear,
Whose work at last is done.
For the face of the world is a homely face,
But the look in its eyes is kind
To him who sets his heart's brisk pace
To the work he has in mind,
And turns not with the wind, my dear,
And turns not with the wind.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Trivial Manipulations
Trivial manipulations,
Harvested to manifest quick solutions...
With the same recipe and ingredients involved,
Has ceased to make sense!
At least for those in observation,
Witnessing familiar results being produced...
With shallow interpretations of sincerety.
And the pledge of a society,
To maintain a direction already clouding in darkness.
'Comeon'...
What is not obvious about this by now?
What minds have been shielded from this process?
Consciousness has been reduced,
To worthless visuals to tease sensuous pleasures.
At the cost of an overburdened penal system.
To keep a weakened people imprisoned,
Within their own temptations.
'You want another 'hit' of this? '
Restricted by standards and qualities of life,
That do not exist.
Not in one's 'sight' that is.
And yet indignities are shared...
As if one bag of popcorn is passed amongst a crowd.
Entertained by their own degradation!
And total absence of awareness.
But kept 'high'...
To keep remnants of reality,
Easier to dismiss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work! Work! And Reap!
Work! Work! Work! And Reap!
Work! Work! Work! And Sleep!
Everyday most of we work
Some of us love to work
Some of us just want to rock
Some of us want to lie on a beach or take a walk
If we had our way, we could spend all day and talk
But work we all must
Or our lifestyles will go bust!
We may then have to readjust
To unacceptable standards of living in disgust
Work! Work! Work! And Reap!
Work! Work! Work! And Sleep!
We all have different professions
Some of us have silent confessions
We fancy someone at work with an obsession
Work is then fun with a passion until confusion
Work! Work! Work! And Reap!
Work! Work! Work! And Sleep!
There are jobs that are monotonous
The atmosphere is negatively outrageous
Nothing in the air signifies hilarious
Every single person is always very serious
Sometimes played at work
Is the kind of politics
That makes one quite sick
This is where the strong kick
Kick hardest the backside of the weak
But work we all must
Or our lifestyles will go bust!
As we find ourselves lost
And then try hard to readjust
So do we swallow?
Or is fighting back shallow
Will it leave in your pocket a dent that is hollow?
Or produce a scene labeled horror
Enough to leave you in tears of sorrow
I don't have all the answers
I know work is a living cancer
People at work ought to be a little nicer
Everyone needs to make a living including a dancer!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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Inhuman Creation Station
driving in at work behind
speed up the assembly line
don't force units together
follow the instruction sign
this isn't happening a fourth time..
work the parts responsibly
place them biologically
release the incomplete
bury the unfaithful fleet
this isn't happening a fifth time..
this blood is flowing through a warped mind..
[Chorus:]
see what's inside all the things you will find
can you see yourself doing that?
when you're out on the move seeking something to prove
can you see yourself doing that?
you were in their design
song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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Please the One Who Pays the Bills
Express what you wish,
About how you believe I live.
Whether done negatively or positive.
Behind my closed doors...
Whatever it is I do,
Is a doing done that is.
And guess who's opinion is not considered...
Whenever a choice is made,
To please the one who pays the bills?
Comeon!
I'm sure you've got 'something' to offer about this?
Something to slip through those usual flapping lips.
Something to suggest or recommend,
That has not been solicited.
Before I respectfully ask you to leave and end your visit.
'I don't have people in my home like that! '
~Oh I don't either.
Not anymore.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
O how I
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Lost in the Cycle
Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work
STOP
and
do
nothing
'cause there is nothing to do
even though there is always something to do
but why would you do that?
Stay up
No sleep
Go to sleep
Peace
Except not
Because the brain still says 'Go! '
When you say
'No!
Rest! '
No Rest
Come back to consciousness?
You never left,
did you?
Begin repeat
poem by Jessica Cummings
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