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Equipped To Score Some Serious Points

I did not come to this field to play games.
I came equipped to score some serious points.
And to prove my aim is beyond bragging rights.

Closing mouths permanently with the aid of tight lips,
To say nothing else but witness...
Is my mission to accomplish with a purpose to do this!

Those coming to size up their competition with egos inherited...
Would serve themselves a better benefit,
By spending their time creating something that has merit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Football Gladiators ~ Lyric Poetry

Gladiators of the numbered turf
Helmeted heads and padded limbs
22 soldiers on the field
No more, no less, at any time
All have stadiums they call their homes.

Swift of foot and quick of mind
A scoreboard keeps the points and time
Score points by one, two, three or six
By passes, runs, punts or kicks
Winning brings them glory.

Most mother's want their son's to play
When son's are born their father's start to say
Where and when their son will play
Parents eagerly await those cherished fall days
When Football is in season.

Upright goal posts at either end
Each team starts with their own direction
Weekly successes bring winning seasons
Sometimes the coaching can be the reason
The final scores tell the stories.

When January starts to draw near
The Championship games will soon be here
Fans are either elated or dismayed
To see if their teams get to play
and be this year's Gladiators in the Superbowl.

(January 23,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

poem by Christine A Kysely
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Lived To Witness

No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.

Each moment I am given to move ahead,
I do!
And those who refuse truth to do as they choose,
Would not improve my outlook.
What will remaining fixed to reminisce prove?
I have no purpose to value or live 'today' as I exist?

No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.

My purpose is to live.
Give.
And from the doing of it,
Receive blessings to me that benefit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Games

Somebody said somebody wouldnt last too long, somebodys still going strong.
Somebody said somebody was all a front, somebodys still talking junk.
Think of what you say, think of what you do,
Think of what you try to put us through.
Were just singing our song.
When you put us down, it aint gonna get you nowhere.
Were positive and no matter what you think we really care.
Oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.
Somebody said somebody worked too hard, somebody gotta charm some hearts.
Somebody said everybodys gonna wait and see, whats gonna be is gonna be.
Think of .....
Games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.
(rap:) yeah, people keep on fronting on the beantown posse,
But its time to step up to the stand,
cause we aint going out like that.
Back, huh, stronger than ever, did you think wed sever?
Never, were too clever to be taken down clown
By your ignorant state of mind, I aint blind but
Every time I look I find you dissin a mission that
Strictly be righteous, we gotta fight this so now I think I might just
Take a stand, man, like never before, and Im sure
That well endure so now its time to even the score
I hear you knocking me but you aint shocking me
cause jealousy is telling me that youre just jocking me
So keep on talking skee, with pride Im walking see,
Because on anybodys block is where Im gonna be rockin gee.
Dont play those games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, stop playing those games.
(repeat ad lib & fade)

song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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Slipping Under The Radar

What he has managed to achieve and accomplish,
To us has made no sense.

'Why doesn't it? '

From what we have heard about him,
And from reliable sources too...
All he has ever done was waste valuable time.
As well as his gifts and talents he has not used.

'Well...
It is obvious to me,
He knew more about himself...
Than the others believed.'

But how could he manage to achieve and accomplish,
With a slipping under the radar to go undetected...
As he has successfully done?
With a collecting of his own set of fools.

'Perhaps he was not concentrating on the rumors.
And feeding them to everyone to entrap for fun.
Knowing that the doing of this...
Would one day have him shining in the Sun.'

He has not played fair,
In the eyes of those who chose to belittle him.
Proclaiming he was delusional.
Amounting to nothing with a going nowhere.

'He did not play fair?
I think he played it just right.
Whose mouths have been silenced?
And whose lips have been closed tight? '

So...
What should 'we' do about the rumors?

'WE?
Don't get 'me' involved in this.
He didn't make me look like a fool.
I verify 'all' of the gossip I hear.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil Woman

I've seen a look of evil in your eyes
You've been filling me all full of lies
Sorrow will not change your shameful deeds
Do well best, someone else has better seen
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Now I know just what you're looking for
You want me to claim that child you bore
Well you know that it must he not be
And you know the way it got to be
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Wickedness lies in your moisten lips
Your body moves just like the crack of a whip
Blackness sleeps on top of your stray bed
Do you whish that you could see me dead
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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For Those Who Are Gifted

These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.

For those who are gifted,
With talents they let drift away.
Seem too quick to earn a dollar from them...
Only to quit to say,
The worth of their gifts...
Did not return to them any profit!

These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.

One blessed by God...
Should first serve His purpose.
With a gratefulness to prove,
A decision God has made...
Was done to shine forth a light!
To move where He chooses,
Whether day or night.

Not to smother in unthankfulness.
To offer God one's attititude.
Why do people do this?
Take for granted what God does...
Then choose to dismiss it?
To satify egos others should solicit.
To flaunt and cherish,
As if one merits the attention.
To take and celebrate...
Without a word of God to mention!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Top Notch In Any Game

A leveling done on a playing field,
Open to anyone with skills to advance.
To enhance!
Sems to be distant from the doing,
Since those who could prove themselves...
With honesty and talent to expose,
Those 'top-notch-in-any-game' poses...
Are easily seduced by a drugging done,
To egos hard to leave off the field of play.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's been a lot of talk of me being a one-man show but that's simply not the case. We win games when I score 40 points and we've won when I score 10.

quote by Kobe Bryant
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Comparing Deeds Done

An exhaustion that comes,
To the one giving...
Seems to go overlooked,
By what others do to share.
As if a competition in a race is there.
Instead of feelings that are genuine,
When comparing deeds done...
At social affairs.

Amongst those they are who benefit,
From their being in cliques.
Just to say how their time is spent.
Regardless if what is done is effective.
And generating an effectiveness,
Seems for many not to be their purpose.
Or an involvement to them really meant.

'Then what is their purpose? '

That's a good question to ask.
But I'm just an observer.
I am not the one behind the assigning to them tasks.

'Then you have time to waste! '

Are you kidding?
I am on my way to another hat fitting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Other Me

I guess we can still be friends
I guess we can talk at least
But if we were seventeen
Imagine the things wed do
I know that those days are over
Im glad that those games are won
And the winners ride off into the sunset
But its not the same for you
And I dont want to play
Those nasty games that adults play
But I cant let you go
And I cant see another way
And I know that shes the only one for me
But you know that if I could split in two
The other me - would stay all night
The other me - would hold you tight
The other me - would be the only one for you
When I see you there alone
It almost breaks my heart
But it doesnt break enough
For me to break my whole life apart
I guess we could still be friends
And we can talk all night
But I have to bite my tongue
And sometimes words dont come out right
Were old enough to know
What we can think or say out loud
To know that hearts are not just
Cards to play when twos a crowd
And I know that shes the only one for me
But you know that if I could split in two
The other me - would stay all night
The other me - would hold you tight
The other me - would be the only one for you
The other me . . .
Would take you so far away from here
And hed be . . .
A man with a mission . . .
The other me . . .
Might even be better than this one
And I know that shes the only one for me
But you know that if I could split in two
The other me - would stay all night
The other me - would hold you tight
The other me - would be the only one for you

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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To Play the Games

In a special place, in peace they met, they met again.
Far, far from the curse of violence, a place of peace.
Cultivated to propagate comraderie,
Through peaceful competition, garnering good will.
They came to play, from all places, to play the games.
With outstretched hand, they met,
broad warm, warm open smiles.
Renewing memories, they embraced,
light hearts, of past fond rapport.
Renewed friendships, and welcoming new friends.

Shadows of animosity, none to be found.
For the games it was, they came to play.
In contention peaceful, winter, summer,
they would play the games.
In these games, races to be run.
Feats of strength and skill performed.
Team and individual challenges.
Competition always fierce, without question.
Still winners all, losers not accepted.

With heart ‘n’ soul, all would compete.
Yet competition, ever friendly, always fair.
Without malice, losses accepted, but with grin.
Mutual admiration competitors shared.
The dedication required to attain excellence, all aware.
For all must fall, before they excelled.
Winners, runner’s up, last to complete the task.
To all, applause awarded.
With mixed emotion the norm, awards accepted.
Pride, humility, honor, apparent in all.
Respect for homelands represented, manifest,
whenever, they played the games.
Came the day, the games ceased.
Judgments rendered, awards all claimed.
Time at last to tread the homeward path.
Fond farewells, smiles ‘n’ tears mixed.
‘Til to play the games, they meet once more.

20Feb10

poem by Kurt Hearth
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Blue Guitar

I once knew a man
Showed me the slight of hand
In the blink of an eye, he danced across the strings
Played a song I'd never heard
Poignant and absurd
To this day it leaves me wondering
How I wish tomorrow I were fishin'
Boy I've got a mission
Shake it, rattle and roll
Ah, now, just use your intuition
You'll get less competition
From the clock up on the wall
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
'Cause we'll all make believe
Someone to deceive
Time is just a folly we can't see
You only know one song
Play it right or wrong
The truth is always somewhere in between
You and I, we can't change the weather
And we're all in this together
So let the strong winds blow
Ah, now things will be much better
If you don't become a prisoner
To the reason you should know
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
How I wish tomorrow I were fishin'
Boy I've got a mission
Shake it, rattle and roll
Ah, now, just use you intuition
You'll get less competition
From the clock up on the wall
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
Red wine or lemonade
Play on your Bl

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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With This Kind of Mindset

If it was not for war...
Those with this kind of mindset,
Would find no reason to live.
Without offending others,
With their insecurities...
And need to spark conflicts.
What other purpose would they have?
What other pupose would they find...
To give for lives ungrateful.
With nothing else on their minds positive!

Their existence is based upon destroying peace.
Convincing themselves what others have,
Is for them to take and release.
Decresing the rights of others.
And call them enemies,
On lands they invade.
With campaigns...
They have come to protect and save.
But from who and from what?
To prove they can destruct?

These war games played today...
Are recruiting few supporters,
Who realize their wishes to live in peace...
They no longer desire to trade,
For heartbreak and suffering that never goes away.
Only to discover they have been betrayed?
Just to witness a few profit from their sorrows?
Those with a degraded consciousness...
On time borrowed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Greet, Meet And To Brag

My eyes never left the ball.
Afterall...
I became disciplined to keep my focus on it.
And when I joined on the field with others,
Who made claims they came with aims to play...
In a way to prove with me they could complete.
My eyes never left the ball to reach.

My eyes never left the ball not at all.
And when it was thrown in the air others stared.
But my eyes were right there to catch it...
To run with it and score a goal.
I came on the field prepared to win.
Not to say I just came to play.
Like others who came just to huddle.

My eyes never left the ball. afterall...
I did not come to greet, meet nor to brag,
With embellished exaggerations...
Of what I could do or had done in my past.
My eyes never left the ball...they couldn't.
And I was there on the field to win not pretend,
I came just to play to socialize and go away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cry No More

Theres a time for al our innocence
When the tears arent far away
And a time to build a strong defense
When the boys too old to play
And we learn the hard way
Day by day
Giving in but always coming back for more
And we cry no more...cry no more.
Theres a time for games and visions
And the stake is more or less
Theres a time for fast decisions
When our dreams become success.
We do anything to raise that score
Cause the end will always justify the means
And we cry no more.
Cry no more...and we cry no more etc.
Our years in misery
Made dreams reality. ohh
And we cry no more etc.
Cry no more...and we cry no more etc.

song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Cry No More

Theres a time for al our innocence
When the tears arent far away
And a time to build a strong defense
When the boys too old to play
And we learn the hard way
Day by day
Giving in but always coming back for more
And we cry no more...cry no more.
Theres a time for games and visions
And the stake is more or less
Theres a time for fast decisions
When our dreams become success.
We do anything to raise that score
Cause the end will always justify the means
And we cry no more.
Cry no more...and we cry no more etc.
Our years in misery
Made dreams reality. ohh
And we cry no more etc.
Cry no more...and we cry no more etc.

song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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The one game we all play

The one game we all play

We play games
To show our valour
And mainly to win

We do not mind going for coaching
If we feel we do not have the
Required strength to win

We play games
Either as a team or individual
The attempt is to demonstrate
That we are better talented
Than the team or member
Against whom we play

Nations enthuse people to play games
So that they add pride

Some games are played with
Gadgets and protective accessories

We have spectators to watch
The way we play
We have umpires and referees
Who ensure rules of the games
Are strictly adhered
And it is all a fair play

We play games indoor or outdoor
We play games in daylight
Or under artificial illumination

We score while playing
And the score achieved by a team or individual
In a specific time
Decides the winner

We telecast the games
We comment on the strengths and weaknesses
Of a team or individual

We conduct national and international
Tournaments to declare a team or individual
As champion

Irrespective of skills, race, gender
We all play a game
Which is played mainly to lose
It is an individual game
With no specific rules
With no umpire
With no spectator
With no commentator
With no TV coverage
With no scores
With no trophies
With no victory stands
With no top scorer
With no “player of the match”
But we play

Most of us like to play this game
Indoor and in closed doors
Decency and civilized ways
Do not allow this game being played in the open

There is no season for this game
It can be played any part of the day
And any part of the year
Summer, winter, monsoon seasons
Have no bearing on this game

The one requirement in this game is
Complete transparency and intimacy

Rules for this game
Vary from individual to individual
Rules also get refined
With the experience of the players

There are no restrictions to employ
Any method as both the players
Are determined to be the loser

Duration of play depends again
On the individuals

The game ends
Most often to the satisfaction
Of the both the players

In other games players declare
That they are retiring from playing
There is no retirement in this game
As players advance in age
They understand it is more a mind game

Outcome of this game
Are further more players

You guessed it right
It is the game of love

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Living It Will Be The Experience

Oh yeah...prove it!
You are always picking things apart,
To try to find something wrong.
Why can't you play along?

Oh yeah...prove it!
You seem to see life as negative.
And can not accept what is as is.
I hear you do this...
All night and day long!
Why can't you play along?

'I am not into games that remain the same.
Nor truth do I ignore!
If I witness something I question...
My mind will find answers,
To further in my mind be explored.
You see...
Poverty and homelessness,
In the midst of those who are rich.
To me is a sickness,
Of one's consciousness.
If observing this is allowed to exist!

People professing how great they are...
As they steal from others and watch them starve.
To me is a human tragedy.
And I don't accept this as how life should be!

I think of those who say they have faith,
But live everyday in fear...
Are fakes.
And I will be blasphemous and say...
Whatever 'that' is they pray to,
It isn't God!
Not the One I listen to and obey!
For truth and understanding to come my way.

And hypocrites who wish for materialistic dreams...
Are nothing more than opportunists,
Hoping to benefit from their lieing and deceitful schemes.

And if it seems I am 'always' picking things apart...
Perhaps I'm being oversensitive.
Too emotionally connected to a feeling and caring heart.
I'll admit that's how I am.
And from that I will not depart!

And I'll leave you with this to hear from my lips...
You and anyone else who feels I am negative,
Will come one day to feel regret.
Because the God I know,
Observing what I see that clearly shows...
Is about to make big changes,
To all your beliefs.
And is in the process to upset...
Everything you hold dear and cherish! '

Oh yeah...
Prove it!

'Somehow I do not believe,
That will be up to me to do it!
I already see the evidence!
Since everything you do,
Is making less sense!
Your entire way of life...
Is going through rapid changes.
And for you or me or anyone else...
Living it,
Will be the experience! '

Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
You think you know so much!

'Well...
I'm not the one trying to hussle up a buck,
To get a cup of coffee! '

So whatchu sayin, man?
You ain't got no money,
To give to me for a cup of coffee! ?

'I'm not saying that at all!
I just don't feel like playing along.'

God bless you, my brutha.
God bless you, my brutha!

'Oh yeah?
Whatever! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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U Say, I Say

You say
I say
You say
I say
You say
I say
But now you're out there playin' games
I know that you will never change
You say that you love me
But you still be wylin' out
All of this yellin', all of this fussin'
Over just nothin', in my house
I pray to my Savior
And hope He will just help me out
'Cause all this confusion got me just bluesin'
I know what I should be doin' now, yeah, yeah
I can't lie, I (Don't wanna waste no more time)
I can't see why (You never try to do me right)
I can't lie, I (Don't wanna waste no more time)
I can't see why (You never try to do me right)
You say (That you love me)
I say (That I love you)
You say (We don't ever have to fight)
I say (I don't ever wanna cry)
You say (You will never play the field)
I say (I will always keep it real)
But now you're out there playin' games
I know that you will never change
I try to be patient
To see if you could figure out
With all of your lyin', all your denyin'
I cannot keep you around
You know that I love you
It's gonna hurt me to see you leave
I can't go through bein' misused
'Cause you know that that ain't me, yeah
I can't lie, I (Don't wanna waste no more time)
I can't see why (You never try to do me right)
I can't lie, I (Don't wanna waste no more time)
I can't see why (You never try to do me right)
You say (That you love me)
I say (That I love you)
You say (We don't ever have to fight)
I say (I don't ever wanna cry)
You say (You will never play the field)
I say (I will always keep it real)
But now you're out there playin' games
I know that you will never change
Cool with whatever 'cause it's been so long
All this nonsense you're doin' only made me strong
But if we stay together there's got to be some change
I don't even wanna hear another call your name
Cool with whatever 'cause it's been so long
All this nonsense you're doin' only made me strong
I don't think we'll be together 'cause you'll never change
Already stuck inside your ways, you'll always be the same
You say (You really love me)
I say (I really love you)
You say (We don't ever have to fight)
I say (I don't ever wanna cry)
You say (You will never play the field)
I say (That I will always keep it real)
But now you're out there playin' games
I know that you will never change
Uh-uh, yeah
Yo', Ashanti, INC
Murder Inc
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Chinky Deek
And of course Milwaukee

song performed by by Ashanti
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair

If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.

If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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