Economic Stimulus Package
Sounds like something will be delivered,
To appease a taste for something once desired.
But...
Will it satisfy an addiction craved?
Will a boost reduce the urge to want more?
What about those insisting more stimulation?
Should the wrappings of this package be kept,
And savored?
Will the crumbs remembered,
Induce long lasting affects?
Will there be another economic stimulus package...
Arriving after that one has exhausted its test?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gimmick Twist
With tried and tired images,
Marketed to boost a drifting morale.
Limits are not given to a gimmick twist.
Used to provide a lift to a sliding confidence...
Shifting from fantasies!
Many bred and thirsting as their realities.
And they must be kept,
In a conformity supporting deceptions believed.
If they are swept into a revealing truth...
Where would this leave,
Those drugged on concepts.
And teased by falsities...
Those behind the scenes,
Are hoping crushes those left...
And out of breath,
To spread the advantages...
Of re-enforcing,
A higher consciousness!
If one should leave their comfort zones...
Where restrictions placed at their doorsteps,
Welcomes an intended implementation...
To distract with an attraction,
To self inflict a mental disease.
Condoned!
Of course...
They will never find their way back 'home'.
Or recognized the cleverness,
Used against them to disturb their rest.
And...
Coming easy and quick!
To appease the taste for conflict of all kinds.
Absorbing,
Independent thinking minds with teases.
Hoping a taste will satisfy an addiction,
With a needless but craved wish...
For a waste that slips from their reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And With This Thirsting Craved
With a thirsting craved.
And a hunger of desire...
They believed,
In achieving.
And needed this done...
To satisfy,
What they felt inside.
With a discipline uncommon,
They met and rid themselves...
Of obstacles.
And affirmed success,
Would be theirs!
Or they would not rest.
With this thirsting craved.
And with this thirsting craved,
Everyday there were dues to pay.
And naysayers with nothing positive to say...
But would not get in the way of those who craved.
Those who stayed focused night and day, praying!
Until nothing but Sun would beam from their faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weeping Meter
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
The more you get some pity you sit and solicit it.
With a drive you started in campaign,
And aimed to have a perfect pity party trip.
You've got your buckets ready to collect the slightest drip.
Like an attention getting kitten,
Being petted as it purrs and licks!
That's what you need!
A boost to benefit.
Like the petting of a kitten getting enjoyment out of it.
To get a little bit of stroking before it leaves...
To meander off and drift.
Satisfied and pleased.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addiction of a poet
Addiction of a poet
~
The dull ache persists
a disquiet longing
the opium of my words
knowing only silence
leaves me feverish
the addiction of it
draws every breath
anxiety, confusion
eyes lost into a gaze
the urge, desire to write
to feed upon again
the opium of my words
to satisfy this hunger
and break down the wall
which blocks creation
still the ache lingers
unnecessary
I must write
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Demons In Their Pockets
Just to 'if' it up and wish it be known,
What it is desired that would satisfy one's taste!
Would be great.
With delusions there included.
And just to 'if' it up and wish it be known...
Not too many people would be underneath their griefs.
Just to 'if' it up and wish it be known...
This would be great.
To satisfy one's taste.
Knocking thick heads against brick walls!
Who hasn't done this as if this had been a wish,
To bang their heads as if this banging to them was a gift.
And who is seen flaunting their miseries?
With a stopping to announce,
They've got demons in their pockets.
Just to 'if' it up and wish it be known,
What it is desired that would satisfy one's taste!
Would be great!
With delusions there included.
Knocking thick heads against brick walls!
Who hasn't done this as if this had been a wish.
To bang their heads as if this banging to them was a gift.
And who is seen flaunting their miseries?
With a stopping to announce,
They've got demons in their pockets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyday
Everyday...
There is some teasing temptation,
That comes along.
Something craved...
To test how strong,
The urge.
To unnerve any courage,
One believes is in reserve.
Everyday...
It becomes harder,
Just to stay away.
To stray from what is right...
Develops into a struggle,
That seems to delight an inner battle!
And the wrong thing provokes,
To please a 'demon' that jokes.
We trust something valued,
Comes to thrust us to wake up!
Before we take a bite...
To satisfy an increasing appetite!
We try to keep it hidden...
But then,
Everyday...
We try to leave whatever it is untouched.
Something inside of us,
Says it 'wants' very much!
We nibble until it is devoured.
And helplessly we sit...
Regretting every moment,
We allowed ourselves to be licked...
By 'it'!
And everyday that passes.
We try to get over it!
And we do...
To say,
'Never again! '
Until...
We are faced,
With that day...
It becomes easier to pray away,
Those cravings that come we taste.
And enjoy,
Everyday!
To ease away any annoyance,
That has been determined...
Came to be done!
Leaving us with a guilt,
We slowly let subdue us...
But not to completely overcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Feeling Keeps Me In Tears
I trusted to know what love was when it came.
I thought I was prepared...
And aware of it!
I knew in my heart,
I would be able to define it.
Able I was to separate infatuation...
From an urge to please a passing temptation.
Until you left me with an addiction I miss.
A craving only you can satisfy.
I deny this as love,
Because this feeling keeps me in tears.
And I should be dancing!
Expressing nothing but joy.
I could...
If I held you again.
And that can not be love.
No!
That can not be love.
No!
That can not be love.
I refuse to accept it.
Not like that!
It can not be.
Not for me.
Not like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Those Who Believe They Can
Don't you be afraid,
To boost it up a notch.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
Don't you be afraid,
To give it what you've got.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
Give it what you've got!
Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
By a giving it what you've got!
Only those who believe they can,
Will boost...
It up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Granola Homemade
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch up.
I'll crush that stuff with raisins...
To make granola to munch!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great and fit.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great!
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want To Know That You Will Munch
If it is going to be from me stated,
Not a syllable connected...
Has been chosen in haste.
I do not intend to waste time.
Neither yours or mine.
Throwing anything together,
To satisfy a taste.
I don't want you just to nibble.
I want to know that you will munch.
If I find there is something important to say,
And I regard you as an important receiver?
I am not going to select anything quickly,
To pick and appease what I believe,
Will be acceptable to your taste.
I am not that kind of chef.
To deliver less than my best
If what I say is important enough to say to you,
That importance I show to you I wish to keep.
I want you to expect each time a feast from me.
And if that is not believed...
I have no other way to convince.
Other than to ignore you.
And I perceive you have been already,
Accustomed to that.
Or you wouldn't be so offended,
By the closeness of my approach.
Or my willingness to remain attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Craving
Lying here on the couch
With my heart in the mouth
Realize you were right I was wrong and
Im in pieces and bits but thats nothing you can fix
Cause baby youre still my addiction
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving for you
For you...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Its like you live in these walls
I hear your voice down the hall
I swear I see your face its everywhere its every place
I start myself past the pain but still it wont go away
The more I try to forget I remember
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving
To lose myself in you and were standing in the rain
To keeping you awake through the night
I hunger for your touch
Cause I need you back whats wrong with that
No I cant be without you no more
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
Got this craving for you
Craving for you
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The message that President Obama delivered in his speech at Notre Dame was: morality is immoral. Pro-life is the extremist position, not a moral position. Yet we should compromise and work to reduce abortions. Where's the compromise between life and death - and why work to reduce the number of them occurring if there's nothing wrong with them?
quote by Rush Limbaugh
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Final solution implemented
I often feel the urge to kill
and just as often I resist.
I know for sure one day will.
These insane urges still persist.
I told my doctor how I feel.
He said that I must learn to deal
When such urges bother me
that they are only fantasy.
Just yesterday I nearly killed.
My life dream almost fulfilled
But some last shred of decency.
Intervened and prevented me.
The lady was so beautiful
her swan like neck so round and full
Oh Lord the woman tempted me.
I could have killed her easily.
The only way to satisfy
my urge to kill: Someone must die,
make fantasy reality.
the one solution I can see
from which I can no longer hide.
My last resort is suicide.
No one else should have to die
My killing urge to satisfy.
I will depart with dignity
and not all reluctantly.
I’ll overdose, die quietly.
My problems solved permanently.
17/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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We need to reduce or at least limit U.S. demand for oil as quickly as possible, and we need to develop new technologies that can further help address our addiction to oil in the future.
quote by Sherwood Boehlert
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Doing is the pleasure
Energy, time and money and a lot
Have been spent to get a book published.
It went unread. Yet the author gets
Rewarded with the pleasure of his act
That released him from the burden of his act,
and from the burden of his desire and urge.
The conceived child must be delivered
The conceived thought should be delivered.
26.10.2002, Trichur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Waster
I love my life on Mars
It has a side of perfect slumber
Just like a lucky charm
Keeps the nights from mornings after
And though I find it hard
I might say with a gay abandon
Girl we got it all
A room with a view of the rings of Saturn
Girl we got it all
Come spend your life on Mars
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you have the thing you've always desired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Don't waster her, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said you waste her
You waster
My mind may go astray
But that don't mean that you should follow
This road to Mandalay
Where you might drown when the water's shallow
And though you'll find it hard
You might add with a gay abandon
Now, girl we got it all
On Santa Monica Boulevard
Girl we got it all
Come hang on the Boulevard
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Enslave her, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said you waste her
You waster
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you find the thing you've always admired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Enslave her, la la la
If you find the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said don't waste her (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
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You Do That Quite Too Well With the Others
I wish I could appease you more than I do.
But that would leave me sitting in a vacantness.
Wrestling within with an unrest.
I would get upset with myself.
Especially if I left you feeling you could fly.
And I told you lies...
To see you make attempt after attempt,
With only one wing.
The humor of the sight of that,
Would only last but for so long!
And I'd be back.
Pacing with a regret I do not endear.
I am not professional at juggling doubts.
Not of my own.
Nor do I condone that skill of others.
I'd rather get you heated and pissed.
At least you would be expressing something other,
Than a pretentiousness that has its limits.
And I like to see you get raw!
Jaws dropping, draws and all.
Flipping out of your wits end.
And not for my own satisfaction,
Administered and you would produce.
But to see you loose.
With that cork removed from your ass.
I am not going to let you pretend with me.
You do that quite too well with the others!
And if I wanted to be entertained...
I can do that alone!
At least I don't have to question...
Anyone's honesty,
On how I am being perceived.
Or how I wish my emotions to be delivered,
With the best of intentions given
Based upon my requests.
And left resumés of those,
I chose to boost my ego!
I've learned the art of 'getting down and funky'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Love Is Not Disguised
If you are here to experience life,
Believing love to be sugarcoated...
Without some of it being emotionally
Noted with bitterness received at times.
Delivered with disagreement.
Expect decay!
Because one day you are going to awaken
With a false reality you have accepted.
And nothing is going to please that need,
You are going to hunger to taste.
And nothing is going to satisfy,
What you have denied inside.
Hiding is not going to attract it to you,
Since all of you is not in view!
And true love is not diguised for masquerades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ofosu
Delivered!
To you;
Delivered!
For you;
Delivered!
With you;
Delivered!
By you;
And like the muse of love in the land of peace!
But, you are a slave to somebody;
And, i am Ofosu from Ghana.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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By encouraging renewable energy sources such as wind energy, we boost South Dakota's economy and we help reduce America's dependence on foreign oil.
quote by Tim Johnson
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