Dragged Into The Open
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
Living in denial is not a gift to cherish,
By anyone seeking others to disparage.
Opening one's eyes to be freed of dishonesty,
Reveals the truth within.
Realizing a critique quickly given...
Is not neccessarily meant as negativity.
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
And if so much which is soiled is publicly exposed,
Denying its existence only tarnishes more...
The credibility of those,
Believing they can hide to smother anything...
Under impressive dress.
In the wearing of brand new clothes recently purchased.
And yet,
Missing a message when delivered and told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
in her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the heir dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!
song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
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Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
Its interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre stiff
Kick em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When its said and done we havent told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!
song performed by by Don Henley
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Publicly You Treat Me Evil
You don't have to be,
Pleasing and sweet.
But publicly...
You treat me evil.
In private you are so adored.
And I am sure...
You-are-my-equal.
But on the streets,
You then deceive.
You have a need,
To treat me evil.
Why do you seek,
To treat me evil.
In the streets,
You treat me evil.
Then alone and under sheets...
You-are-sweet-full.
Why do you seek,
To treat me evil.
In the streets,
You treat me evil.
Then alone and under sheets...
You-are-sweet-full.
But publicly,
You treat me evil.
People see,
You treat me evil.
Why is it in the streets you seek,
To be evil.
Why is it in the streets you seek,
To be evil.
Why is it in the streets you seek,
To be evil.
To be evil.
Then alone and under sheets...
You-are-sweet-full.
But...
Pub licly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Treat me evil!
But...
Publicly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Publicly you treat me evil.
Treat me evil!
TREAT ME EVIL.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Don't Mean A Thing To Me!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Is that the message you want me to receive?
But each time you chance to see me publicly...
Your eyes begin to dance.
And that smile you try to hide from me.
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
You act that way in a crowd on the streets.
And when I pretend you are not there,
I 'feel' you secretly taking a peek!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
You may say that to yourself frequently.
But each time my phone rings,
And I am at home
You hang up to leave me,
Listening to a dial tone!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Who are you wishing to convince?
Is this what you want me to believe?
Then why when my birthday comes around...
You send me a card signed...
'It's me, anonymous.
I am 'back' in town! '
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Who are you really trying to fool?
Me, your friends or family?
I am told by others,
You actually ask about me.
And they tell me you act jealously,
When I'm with someone else...
Having fun and being carefree!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Is that the message you want me to receive.
But each time you chance to see me publicly...
Your eyes begin to dance.
And that smile you try to hide from me.
If what you show is not a true feeling at all,
Why even bother to sometimes call?
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
When that time comes...
And you find me in your heart,
The only one left...
You have not chased away,
From the start.
I will not be stunned,
Not one bit.
To discover you admitting...
You have a love for me that has been sitting.
But unlike you...
From the very beginning,
I'm not fearing to be near...
So you can hear these words clear,
~It's me, I love you.~
'You don't even know me! '
~I know.
But something tells me,
I will.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tomorrow is the laundry day
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s bright and sunshine strikes
Seduce you to play outside
But duty must be priority
Washing the dirty to be clean again
And your day will feel light
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s cloudy and can’t stop rainy
Bother you with damp laundry
But duty is duty
Washing the dirty so it won’t be stinky
And your day will be bright
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your laundry is already loaded
And you don’t want to see or touch
But duty must be completed
Washing the dirty so it ready to be used
And your day will feel more comfortable
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your heart grumbles “Later”
No, do not listen that lazy one
Duty is to be worked not be grouch
Washing is a fun job if your heart happy
And your day will be victory
After you do that
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Dirty Laundry Poem
This is the dirty laundry poem-
because we have traveled from town to town
accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts
& blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice
& teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion
& underwear made stiff by all our joy.
I have come home to wash my clothes.
They patter on the bathroom floor like rain.
The water drips away the days till you.
The dirty water speaks to me of love.
Steamy in the bubbles of our love,
I have plunged my hands into hot water
as I might plunge them
in your heart.
After years of spots & splatters,
I am finally coming clean.
I will fly to you with a suitcase of fresh laundry,
strip my clothes off, heap them on the floor,
& let you scrub my body with your love.
poem by Erica Jong
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Upon a wishing star…
Upon a wishing star…
I wished for you.
Upon a wishing star,
I wish happiness to you.
Upon a wishing star
I wish to never see you sad
Upon a wishing star
I wished to see your smile…
Wishing and wishing, I closed my eyes.
Opening them I saw the falling star…
Falling from the black sky to
the open arms of the beautiful earth
Just like you would come to me.
That much I know…
Because my heart says so..
That our love is meant to be
And you would come to me…
poem by Kirti Iyer
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Window Dressing
They would rather not,
Have their dirty laundry exposed locally...
On the streets.
To them that is offensive.
And the mention of this,
By those wishing to unite their efforts...
Is considered negative.
And methods used to keep people divided,
Remain.
However,
If probed nationally on TV...
This allows an ineffective leadership,
To solicit for funding.
With visits to neighbors long neglected.
With a window dressing...
Complete with dignitaries smiling,
Pushing new brooms followed by children...
With a showing of their support,
As a way of approaching urban renewal.
And a hopeful boost to superficial images...
Fresh tee shirts worn with uplifting slogans are shown.
With all agreeing they are doing the best they can.
But could use additional benefactors to aid their cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heard To Curse
The same people heard to curse,
Their anonymous obscenities...
In telephone calls placed,
To upset and disrespect...
Others wishing to live peacefully.
With identity and dignity,
They've earned to get.
Are most likely the very same people,
Publicly cussing profanities...
With the same insanity,
And attention grabbing zest!
And no!
For anyone believing,
These acts are of a random coincidence...
Are too absorbed in fantasies perceived,
When a stability is missing...
And not trying to hide,
Any hints of this kind of ignorance.
With a determination,
To keep those sleeping reminded...
Just how close 'reality' stalks...
And approaches them.
Right in those places,
They feel safe and reside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Although I never publicly defended promiscuity, I never publicly attacked it. I attempted to avoid the subject, in part because I felt, and often still feel, unable to live up to the ideals I really hold.
quote by Andrew Sullivan
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Laundries
She beats the laundry
on the rocks before the stream.
She beats the laundry
til the linens are clean.
She lays out the laundry
in the hot sun to dry
heated by the sun
and sterilized.
She beats the dirty souls
on the rocks before the baptismal stream.
She beats the dirty souls
til the dirty souls are clean.
She lays out the dead souls
in the blazing sun
til they are sterilized.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A communist is a person who publicly airs his dirty Lenin.
quote by Jack Pomeroy
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Saddled
No one consciously wishes to admit it.
Not publicly anyway.
That many today appear sane and normal.
While taking doses of medication,
That is difficult to detect...
When one is effectively expressing.
Yet hidden is a mind defective.
Mentally crippled and stressed.
Unnoticed but spilled from sick lips,
Are accusations against those innocent.
With wishes to dismiss their own afflictions...
Although seeking to be accepted openly,
While in the process of sharing...
Their saddled addictions.
And soliciting to do this...
As if everyone should agree!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delusional Tool
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
Popular he may be.
And yet he stings.
He speaks with too much honesty.
And that discomfort to us he brings.
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
With ammunition given,
To our enemies they use.
Showing us to be beneath perfection.
And perfect we are.
Since this is what we will always choose.
Our filthy laundry has always been ours...
To hide and deny.
Who is he to determine,
Our way of life...
Has been a delusional tool?
His truthfulness is appalling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimacy
Afraid of intimacy.
A heart that has been stung,
Just once...
Becomes more suspicious,
And less naive...
When a stinging from someone loved,
Is untimely done.
Afraid of intimacy.
Very few are ready to commit to this.
Until assured some consistency,
Is readily given...
In the sharing of mutual needs.
Not many will leave themselves open.
Or acknowledge publicly...
A wish for a love uncompared,
Shared in secret privacy.
And one devoted and discreet.
Afraid of intimacy?
Not me!
Whether private in discreet...
Or publicly displayed on crowded streets.
I seek a one on one!
That would suit me perfectly.
But these days that kind of intimacy,
Seems to be antiquated history.
Afraid of intimacy.
Very few are ready to commit to this.
Until assured some consistency,
Is readily given...
In the sharing of mutual needs.
And that would be my philosophy,
Regarding how I feel about intimacy.
An act complete of 'shared' familiarity.
Not something done to walk away from and leave.
That's nothing more than satisfying a convenience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regretting Their Actions
Unfortunate are those,
Who select their victims with venom.
Those who are blinded by an agenda picked,
Without facts that are offered to them...
But set with a mindset,
To appease a personal illness.
And this had been done with ease.
Unfortunate are those,
Deciding to choose the ones perceived,
As vulnerable.
Those they believed were without friends.
Those they have chosen,
To be open and defenseless.
Unfortunate are those with minds like this!
And they are the ones to ultimately suffer the most.
First to scream an unjustice has been done.
Although they are the ones,
To instigate...
Their own pain and defeat!
And exposed to be evil...
From discretions selected privately.
Now publicly observed as acts to deceive.
Unfortunate are the ones like these...
Regretting their actions,
At the expense of destroying their own lives.
Weeping and seeking...
Places to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions
Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.
Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.
But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.
Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirty Eyes
You hypnotize
Honey
Yeah honey
You do it
Woooo, do it good
Do it all right
Every night
When you turn off the light
Its outta sight
(alright)
You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Your dirty eyes
Breathin
Breathin heavy
Heavy
Heavy breathin
Send shivers down my spine
[make me | and [im|youre]] so glad that youre mine
[when youre so bad and youre
Mine]
Thats what turns me on
All night long
You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
You got dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
I love your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Right through me
Your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
song performed by by AC-DC
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Found In Our Treasured Constitution
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
With excuses made,
About their accepted way of life.
One that incenses the activation of division...
That spreads like a cancer,
To have no ending in sight.
Although they are responsible for conflicts incited,
Like children they are...
Denying they've started any fights.
And yet those who are observing the initiation of all of this...
Do not wish to admit,
They've been influenced by those given microphones...
To air their 'beefs',
That victimizes those innocent.
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
'We have the right to defend,
Any unrest that we begin.
And 'that' can be found in our treasured constitution.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Troubadour
The troubadour from an unseen place comes,
To poetically sing of those current events...
In villages where such a presence can incense,
Those with dirty laundry to hide...
In secret corners to deny and blocked to sightings,
From those not living within exclusive fences...
To protect their doings without lament.
Entertaining but may be found highly offensive,
When the lyrics of the poet stings...
And nothing romantic are among the offerings.
Since this troubadour intends,
To mock and parrot those incidents defended...
By those living amongst the villagers,
And pretending a nonrealistic existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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