Feeling Awkward and Unnecessarily Confined
Times have always been challenging,
For those known to be beset by challenges.
Mainly based upon appearances.
And those profiled have known who this is.
Times have always been restrictive for some.
Those limited to opportunities...
Dispensed by those believing,
Themselves to be the chosen ones.
Times have always been...
Challenging!
Today new faces seem to be
Unexpectedly challenge.
And feeling the stress,
Of having less.
Today new faces seem to be...
Feeling awkward,
And unnecessarily confined...
By others who have inflicted limitations on their minds.
Others they now see...
Caring less about them,
Their needs and/or abilities...
To feed accustomed greed.
Times have always been challenging,
For those known to be beset by challenges.
Mainly based upon appearances.
And those profiled have known who this is.
However...
The task to ignite the excitement,
To play fresh rounds of cowboys and indians...
To declare others on their own soil,
Enemies!
Has become more sophisticated today to portray.
Especially at the price that is currently marketed,
To eliminate 'threats' from stolen assets that interest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Times
New times. new times. new times.
Good morning. good morning. good morning.
Im the guard. at one time
This was rather pleasant
The poets they still had to muse
Over the classicism of clean shoes
But who today still knows a button stick
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
The girls would lie down before us
First one went dancing, then behind the bushes
Today you have to run through twenty places
Get drunk on saccharin and methyl
And then you still dont get them that far
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
Now take it easy there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press
If somewhere there lies a cadaver
Or something is foul in the state
You can be sure that a writer is not far behind
With his excellency I only say:
Hands off the literature
The laurel wreath one gets today
Second hand so to speak
>from the old empires stories
Sold underhand at the alexanderplatz
With all the wigs and costumes
Twitching from the shoulder one is informed
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
New times. new times. new times.
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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All of us might wish at times that we lived in a more tranquil world, but we don't. And if our times are difficult and perplexing, so are they challenging and filled with opportunity.
quote by Robert Kennedy
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Rolling Back
Today has been a day
for rolling back the roads
I have travelled down before.
Seeing the faces again
locked away in my memory store.
Today has been a day
for rolling back times gone by,
remembering with some sadness
the tears on occasions
that leaked from my eyes.
Today has been a day
for rolling back the past times
and the mistakes I made
and of the chances I had
but that were never taken.
Today has been a day
for rolling back the memories
and of the good fortune I have had
and to smile with pride
at the future I now have.
poem by David Harris
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When Lovers Confess
In this boat out on the sea
I cant see land
Hiding out and biding its time
Yet its all around
Shimmering sun for day
Jealous moon will prey
On the mind of an unfulfilled soul
Life seems a moment away
Challenging and beckoning
Needing this freedom today
On the night when lovers confess
Chilling winds will blow through this heart
And wont let me rest
Matchwood bridges are doin their best
To keep us apart
Love that was meant to be
Love that was sent to me
In the land of troubles and peace
Life seems a moment away
Challenging and beckoning
Loving this freedom today
On the night when lovers confess
[solo]
Life seems a moment away
Challenging and beckoning
Loving this freedom today
On the night when lovers confess
When lovers confess their love
song performed by by Howard Jones
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There Is No Permanence Given
There is no permanence given to this existence.
Or challenges beset by obstacles on anyone's path,
No matter how difficult the appearance of the task...
One perceives as being unbearable,
That can not with a faith in place remove.
But some may find it easier to whine,
Than to make up their minds to use their faith.
Although some may take the presence,
Of opportunities away.
As if they have been granted divine power,
To affect someone's life they believe can be swayed.
But there is no permanence given to this existence.
Nor does one get a chance to be chosen,
To play God on any given day they select to perform miracles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone!
All my life Ive never stopped to worry 'bout a thing,
Open up and shout it out,an never try to sing,
Wondering if Ive done it wrong,
Will this depression last for long,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same,
Time was on our side and we had everything to gain,
This could be like yesterday,
Is thst me with your happydays,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ma and pa look back on all the things they used to do,
Never had no money and they always told the truth,
Daddy didnt need no little toys,
Mommy didnt need no little boys,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ow!
Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play,
Ah but then lets face it,things are easier today,
Yes you need some bringing down,
Get your feet back on the ground,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
song performed by by Van Halen
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There Is Nothing Like Accepting My Own Ignorance
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
Those who choose to do what grandma,
And grandpa did.
And if that was good for them...
That same mindset was handed down,
Disregarding the technology...
Of the times we live!
There are those so far behind,
Today's times.
To leave one to wonder who is blessed...
Those who have lived in rustic isolation?
Or those who live in a mess,
With constant reminders of their 'intelligent' devastations.
And attempting to speak with common sense to some...
Leave those attempting to do it,
Stunned to find out...
Very few have none!
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
As long as I've got my own 'insights' I trust,
I find it simple to go my way...
Feeling freer today to be myself,
Caring less who may think...
That I am the one who is nuts!
There is nothing like accepting my own ignorance.
With challenges to accomplish my own deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mundane
How can anyone be excited,
To live an existence that is mundane?
With all there is that is freely given,
Why are minds limited to only complain?
Have choices made become that restricted,
To leave one feeling they can not resist...
A needlessness?
Has it come to just money and things people wish?
How can anyone be excited,
To live an existence that is mundane?
With all there is that is freely given,
Why are minds limited to only complain?
If one road is blocked...
Is that the only road there is?
If one is prevented with the doing of one thing,
Why do they stop with a dropping of tears?
There is something about that done,
I just do not get!
Am I suppose to regret my life is beset,
With challenges and obstacles I wish I never met?
Have choices made become that restricted,
To leave one feeling they can not resist...
A needlessness?
Has it come to just money and things people wish?
If one road is blocked...
Is that the only road there is?
If one is prevented with the doing of one thing,
Why do they stop with a dropping of tears?
There is something about that done,
I just do not get!
Am I suppose to regret my life is beset,
With challenges and obstacles I wish I never met?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Many Times
So many times love has crossed my door
and in the night slipped quietly away.
So many times dreams have based themselves with me,
and then faded with the dawning of the day.
So many times, I asked for an angel,
who came briefly before flying away.
So many times, I have asked for things
to fill my life with joy.
So many times, I have been denied
that I don’t ask for anything anymore.
28 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Enjoy your time in public service. It may well be one of the most interesting and challenging times of your life.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Time Has Provoked Insensitivities
I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
It seemed as if everyone had an interest,
In each other back then.
A shifting of priorities,
Has left these qualities behind.
And time has provoked insensitivities.
With faith and trust diminishing into disgust.
In isolation we perceive no one can be believed.
Leaving us to feel abandoned without empathy.
I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
It seemed as if everyone had an interest,
In each other back then.
Until the onslaught of progress...
Has left most feeling hopelessly digressed.
And suspicious of anyone expressing friendliness.
As we reject that quicker,
Than the addressing of deception few bother to question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Said Before To Say It Again
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
And on my mind,
There is a reason to seek rhythm and rhyme.
With my visions set,
On what it would take...
To increase my happiness.
I've said this before to say it again.
I'm not looking for stoppers,
To block as obstacles to hop over.
Or the welcoming arms of acceptance.
With a hope that they will open,
The gates to a fence to feel I've been approved.
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
Acceptance or not,
I'm not looking to get out of a box.
Too many have found themselves there,
To argue over space,
With little of it that to share.
I've said this before to say it again.
Those feeling trapped,
Like it exactly like that.
Fresh is the air,
One dares to breathe alone.
Revitalized is an atmosphere,
When the clearing of a sky,
Becomes recognized to the one who looks...
To discover the vastness of it to become known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If your kids attend school and grades are up that will make $1,000 contributions to some 10,000 kids across the country, are challenging kids to learn foreign languages or challenging kids to get summer jobs or seek summer enrichment opportunities?
quote by Harold Ford
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Based Upon Your Terms
For years you interpreted the life you live,
Based upon your terms.
And living it regardless of who you had judged.
Or decided to pass that along,
With a flair and merriment!
Wanting others to join and sing in song!
But today...
They are the ones who just may be in need,
Of your sympathy!
Based upon your terms.
And...
You need not to prove to anyone,
What you have done!
You have won many battles.
And escaped deceiving traps.
But today...
The ones you fought the good fight,
Are themselves feeling betrayed.
And just might be needing...
Even a glimpse of your empathy,
You may dispense to acknowledge their grief.
Based upon your terms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like No Other Day I Ever Knew
Today I find I am missing you,
Like no other day I ever knew.
I don't even wish to memorize,
All the lines and times...
I apologized,
No.
Today I find that I am missing you.
And all the things together we've been through.
What I miss most is your quick smile.
And holding hands as we walked for miles...
And,
Today I find I am missing you,
Like no other day I ever knew.
I miss the kissing and the innocence.
Then we married and it ended in bitterness.
Today I find I am missing you,
Like no other day I ever knew.
I don't even wish to memorize,
All the lines and times...
I apologized,
No.
I want to keep this feeling real.
Hoping one day you will find me true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Abgebrüht
the harsh times
sometimes makes us hard
so hard that we become calluses
towards the sufferings
of our others
never mind our own
we have been too insensitive, indifferent,
unsympathetic to ourselves
we get used to everyting
that hurt us, they become everyday encounters
like day and night, like washing our faces
like morning and evening brushings of our teeth
callous we become this attitude
indurated parts of ourselves
thicker skins exposed to so much friction
not unbearable
not invisible but unbreakable, impenetrable,
and always challenging
you and i.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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These are challenging times for all Americans. We face the specter of war abroad and a steady stream of bad economic news at home.
quote by Robert Matsui
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone
Well, lived my life and never stopped to worry bout a thing
Opened up and shouted out and never tried to sing
Wondering if Id done wrong
Will this depression last for long?
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, once we had an easy ride and always felt the same
Time was on our side and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday
Please let me have happy days
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Ma and pa look back at all the things they used to do
Didnt have no money and they always told the truth
Daddy didnt have no toys
And mummy didnt need no boys
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But lets face it things are so much easier today
Guess you need some bringing down
And get your feet back on the ground
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
song performed by by Kinks
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What If, And Why?
what if there is
no land over yonder?
what if this is it?
what if our trials
and tribulations
are the destination,
not the journey?
what if tomorrow is a dream?
and today is all we have?
and how many times have you
seen God today, in stranger's faces,
in outstretched hands?
what if every thought,
every word, and every action
were tiny parts of eternity?
what would we do different?
and why dont we now?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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