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Eagerly It Should Be Greeted

Acknowledging that one's nose,
Is attached where it is on one's face...
Should be incentive enough,
Not to attempt to place it...
In the business of others.

Just like ears and lips!

To maximize their purpose for good use...
Some people often learn too late,
What belongs to them seldom flaps in the wind.
And what should be separated to respect.
Is not to be set loose for idle gossip to inspect.

There is nothing like being taught a good lesson,
That corrects misunderstandings!
Come late in life or not...
Eagerly it should be greeted,
With a hope that it stays!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Never Late

It’s never late to dream,
to find in life a gleam,
to break a thread of insult
and hope for a good result.

It’s never late to forgive,
in happiness to believe,
to kill the seed of sadness
for better life and gladness.

It’s never late to return,
a new lesson to learn,
to fall in love again
and dance under the rain.

It’s never late to live,
a new aim to achieve,
a new life to begin
and always try to win.

It’s only late at night
when with a sleep you can’t fight.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 21st,2010

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Its Never Too Late

(d. hartman)
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To try and reach for your desires
Even when your luck is down
You still got chances of turning around
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To hold the power in your hands (power in your hands)
You will find a good, good feeling
Makin new plans and starting again
Its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late no, no, no, no
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
Its never too late
Time keeps changin everything
Sometimes tearin down
The treasures that it brings
Ever strong
Youll make it through
The secret lies in knowing
That its up to you
Say it with me now
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
We got the time
Theres no doubt in my mind
That its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late

song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Never Burn a Bridge That Has Been Easily Given

You've lost your job and home,
The respect of your spouse...
And now your kids roam,
All over the place with hoodlums.
Since they wish not to be alone.

And I am quite surprised you've come to me.
I've lived for years on a fixed income.
And my life is lived basic and happily.
You told me once I had a life you could not live.
So glad I am blessed to have it...
And sorry to learn your life is the way it is.

I am sure there will be many lessons,
You will come to learn.
There was one you taught me yourself.
Never burn a bridge that has been easily given.
Especially one you did not earn.
And constructed just for you to cross.
Since one never knows,
When the desire to cross it again will be yearned.
But a connection has been lost.

'That's a lesson I taught to you?
I don't recall saying that.'

You don't have to!
It was my lesson.
And you were there like you are right now,
To keep it fresh as if just taught.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Things!

It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!

It should never be a decision made,
Whether to show gratitute...
Whenever an attitude,
Is moody when it comes.
Do it...
No one loses!

It's never too late to show someone there,
You think of them just because you care.
Thinking they will know what it is you feel...
Does little for the one,
Who believes no one is aware...
With feelings that are real.

'How could they,
When they aren't there shown or spoken? '

And it's always a good sign...
To release and let things go!
When doubt is removed,
And your mind has approved
The doing is true and it can be proposed.

Hesitation for you will seldom come to show!
Knowing for you that good is in the doing,
And pursuing it from head to toe...
Has you moving.,
Reaping as you sow.

It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
Always contemplate good things,
And good things you did...
Makes those good things done grow!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Late Cat

Late to train
Late to bus
Late to class
And late to party;
She is everywhere a late cat!

Late to eat
Late to sleep
Late to fate
And late to luck;
She is for everything a late cat!

Late to clock
Late to block
Late to dash
Against the truck
And, lo! Even late to death;
She is always a late cat!

poem by Sasikala Kamandula
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If You Feed It Good

If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes.
And,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!

I'm not gonna mock you anymore,
'Cause you're good to me.
You don't have to knock,
On that unlocked door.
No more...
I'll rock your needs

When we get it heated! .

Now,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Just feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!

Don't shout or scream,
To be mean and demean.
I'm not your enemy.
Nor do I owe a thing....
To ya!

You can pout with a frown,
Thinking it will bring me down.
To be around...
For your clown count!
To the ground.

But,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Just,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!

Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.

Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
And,
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Much Too Late!

It is much too late,
To remove that which has taken place.
While you were asleep,
And not in your mind 'awake'.
You devoured such a taste for hatred.
Served as you digested it...
From the plate.
And licking it clean after you ate!

Oh it is much too late,
To erase affects of disrespect.
Or to think forgiveness sits,
Ready to be given.
From those broken hearts intended,
Now too painful to mend.

It is much too late,
To appreciate those you were taught to despise.
Much too late,
To replace false images deceived by your lies.
It is much too late to fake an empathy for others...
When it has been known,
None you've shown.
Or attempts you could have tried.

It is much too late,
To remove what has already taken place.
And much too late to wait,
For an understanding to come...
From anyone who has suffered,
By those things you've done!

It is much too late!
For those apologies spoken,
To be believed by anyone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look What The Good People Done

They were drinkin his wine
They were usin his name
They were takin the time to take
His name in vain
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
They were havin their fun
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say things that they
Dont really mean
They look so convincing cause theyre
So squeaky clean
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Its a million to one
Look what the good people done
They (? put him on walkin down ? ), they said,
Lets go on with the show
And they pad him on whiskey and say, boy,
Youve got to go
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Hes (? on the highway ? ) to none
Look what the good people done
All the newspaper men
They were lookin for names
Pulled him out of a hat
They needed someone to blame
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
He thought he was the one
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say,
Keep your nose to the ground
Then theyll build you right up
Just to knock you right down
Look what the good people done to you
Look what the good people done to you
They were gettin their kicks
Look what the good people nixed
[spoken - here we go]
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
They were havin no fun
Look what the good people done

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dad Never Taught Me

Dad never taught me how to curse
And he never told us to gamble
He always warned cigarettes are worst
And never to waste food on the table.

Dad never taught us how to be idle
He was always a hardworking man at best
Taught us how to be responsible
And to face with Courage every test.

My Dad was not perfect but he taught well
I think that's the best he could leave
The lesson in life that really spell
How truly successful is a life well lived.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Short Term Gossip And The Gossip Hounds

Are people really so bored
with their own lives
especially in small rural towns
that other people's lives
must become common
run away gossip oh so much
more interesting than
theirs own off limits lives?

Nosy people are basically
exactly that just nosy
nosy people need
little provocation
little scent incentive
bait bloodhound
encouragement
to engage actively in
their favourite pass time.

But secretly
most people
are short term gossip
really they do not
care that much
most people
are rapid ready
to move on to
choice fresh gossip.

Thus it does not
leave many gossips
too worry about
the real blooded hound
an aristocratic sleuth
has a nose for trouble
prepared ever ready
to dig into choice dirt.

These specimens
of active inquiry
may be bothersome
when out about
on preferred case
when their nose
is out of joint
two strains truth
black and white
may be spiced
with imaginative
shades of grey.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Too Late

See the stop-light turn-in red,
Dont you listen to what its said.
All the things you try to hide,
They keep you runnin hard inside.
Oh, you got to leave this town before its...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the change.
Oo, yes, my friend, youre fadin fast, if you stay here you wont last.
Before your time has run astray, youve got to try to get away.
Oh, you got to leave this place before its...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the change.
Too late, too late to make the change
Too late to make the change
Yes, its time to make the change, yes, its time to rearrange,
So, my friend, I join the fight for the things you know are right.
Oh, you got to leave this town before its...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the change.
Too late, too late to make the change
Too late, too late, to make the change
Too late to make the change
Too late, before its too late.

song performed by by Journey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!

poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Its Too Late

Its too late now for you to say your sorry
Its too late now for you to make amends
Youre gonna pay for all the lies you told me
Well dont apologize cause its too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
Its too late now for you to sympathize, dear
The wheel of time is grinding gainst your dreams
I really wouldnt want to cause no pain now
You said those words, you said them much too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Purpose of Living

The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.

Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.

You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.

poem by Franca Kenneth
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Hurt

I walked to the window turned out the light
Looked at the city went back through the night
Yeah I s tood in the darkness stood all alone
Thank God for california thank God Im going home
Thats right you hurt me baby hurt me good
Hurt me like no one else ever could
Cut down the middle face down in the dirt
And we both know its too late to save it
Bet ya feel proud about it baby
You taught me how to hurt
Dc 10, 10:45
Halfway to l.a. red in the eyes
Might be the devil, might just be his friend
It dont make no difference, you aint gettin me again
Thats right you hurt me baby hurt me good
Hurt me like no one else ever could
Cut down the middle face down in the dirt
And we both know its too late to save it
Bet ya feel proud about it baby
You taught me how to hurt

song performed by by Tom Petty
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In The Name Of People

In the name of kind people who aren't hopeless
The people who are looking for bless

In the name of people who have a great self steam and a great view of life
The people who help other people to be alive

The people who respect each other
People who learn to not bother

In the name of people who had pure tears
People who lived a life full of fears

In the name of people …people who will stay
People who are strong in their speeches, they don't say may! ! ! !

In the name of people who believe what is disgusting is LIE!
People who haven't seen my tears tonight…I'm going to say good bye.

In the name of people, the people of a forgotten place
People who stayed strong, even with their blooded face

In the name of people, the people who are dear
People that will cry, will laugh, but they don't betray, with their pure tear

poem by Ellias Anderson
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Across The Borderline

(ry cooder/john hiatt/jim dickinson)
Theres a place, so Ive been told,
Every street is paved with gold
And its just across the borderline
And when its time to take your turn
Theres a lesson that you must learn
You may lose more than youll ever hope to find.
(chorus)
And when you reach that broken promised land
And all your dreams slip though your hand
You have learned its too late to change your mind
Cause you pay the price to come so far
Just to wind up where you are
And youre still just across the borderline.
Up and down the rio grande
A thousand foot prints in the sand
Reveal a secret no one can define
The river rolls on like a breath
In between our life and death
Tell me who is next to cross that borderline.
(chorus)
And when you reach that broken promised land
And all your dreams slip though your hand
Youll know its too late to change your mind
Cause you pay the price to come so far
Just to wind up where you are
And youre still just across the borderline.

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Too Late

Too late we listen,
too late we learn.
Too many years
when the fires did burn.
It all seemed cozy.
It all seemed warm.
We let time slip away
and then did form
a comfortable way to move along,
never asking, 'Is anythng wrong? '

Too late we listen,
too late we learn
to show compassion and show concern.
There were no signs to recognize.
There were no tears formed in the eyes.
We did not ask what we wanted to know.
We contented ourselves with when we go
we won't have to confront these things today.
They'll all be gone when we pass away.

Too late we listen,
too late we learn
and then we yearn
for another chance
to help discern
what was wrong?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bewildered By The Process of Progress

I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.

And comprehension for this session,
Is a prerequisite.
Pretentions and anything less than common sense...
Will not reveal the purpose,
As to why something appearing out of reach...
Attracts most and gets immediate attention.

I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.

And I will learn what that lesson is,
Without concern of the consequences.

Something will be exchange to my benefit.
Whether I limp in pain or walk away entertained...
I am going to gain an experience.
And a life lived can not be done without them!

You know...
Those experiences,
We more often get as we grow...
To eventually sit us down acknowledging,
Just how blessed we are!
And in appreciation of what has been accomplished,
As some reminisce bewildered by the process of progress.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Respect

Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants too who you well serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.

Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
Respect all good minds who advised you good;
Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food.

Respect all strangers who were all Godsends;
Respect your foes who taught you self-defense;
Respect those evil men who you troubled;
Respect the tempter who well you misled.

Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right;
Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.

poem by John Celes
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