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Fresh Dirt

They were relieved!
They had finally found something negative,
To hold against me.
I was relieved too.
They can finally find something to do with their lives.
They had been searching for years.
I did the best I could to leave some dirt on the surface.
I had to redo most of it.
Since I wanted them to find fresh dirt.
And an opportunity to do 'something' else,
Before they ran out of time...
To at least catch up with it!
And I'm still accused of being thoughtless.
I can't believe it!
And that dirt was at least three or four years old.
Well...
It was the best I could do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All I Need From You Is That You Clean Me, Mama

you lay a mat on the floor
for you to understand dirt and its implications its complications
to the wall
or to the center table and to the rest of the parts of your house,
dirt must be eradicated, that is your rule number one,
so you put lots of mats and rugs, doormats, floormats,
in every door in every corner of the floor

all dirts are not welcome,
it is as though you have studied dirt at length for years,
what is dirt? what are the kinds of dirt? the causes of dirt?
the consequences of dirt? the historical background of dirt,
and your recommendations finally about
dirt
its control and eradication,

you have talked about dirt and how you disliked it,
how you have driven dirt away from this house
how you called they police when dirt resisted to leave
and of course they all were arrested and jailed
without bond
the judge convicted dirt on the basis of those dirty exhibits
and dirty testimonial evidence,

dirt must be poisoned by lethal injection, hanged, electrocuted,
to make them disappear forever
that is your firm belief
your solid conviction

the sound philosophy of
your society

you are talking to me, and i will now tell you who am i really,
my name, the place where i live, my family and how i am related to you,

mother, i am dirt, my name is dirty, my family is dirty,
i live in a dirty place, i am your son,

i cannot step on your doormat, immediately i must leave now
you will report me to the police and i will be arrested
and jailed and even be hanged dead,

all i need is only that you clean me, mama.
now, please........

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Red Dirt Life

So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife

A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand

Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride

And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load

The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Kiss The Dirt

Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of doubt
Don't water them with your tears
Don't think about all the years
You'd rather be without
Eden lets me in
I find the seeds of love
And climb upon the highwire
I kiss and tell all my fears
Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of fun
And we scream like alleycats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one
Cutting through the night
And we find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end

song performed by by INXS
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Undiscovered Fresh Dirt

'Did you not say this was undiscovered,
Fresh dirt?
This is the same dirt that has been here for years.
What is so unique about it? '

How it just lays there under the Sun!
Remember how it use to kick up dust...
When others rushed here to try to find something?
Different from what it had been then?

'Why 'now' is this so important to you? '

Oh, it's not!
I just thought if I told you it was undiscovered,
Fresh dirt...
You'd be the first to spread the rumor!
I had no idea you would see it like I do.
It's the same stuff, right?

'You must be running out of ideas,
To keep your name scandalized? '

Well,
I must admit...
It isn't getting any easier.
I remember the days when I didn't have to think,
To be innovative!
Today...
Everybody wants to get in on the act.
And I had been crowned 'King of Eccentricities'!
Remember?

'Man,
You are not in your right mind.'

Thank you!
At least I know you and I will always remain good friends.
You are quick to identify that.
And that is why I am not afraid to expose it to you,
At all.
Come on...
Let's do lunch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look At Me!

Look at me!
Go ahead.
Look at me.

I only exist...
To have your eyes on my lips,
Legs, butt and thighs.
Wherever you decide to probe.
And...
From my head to my toes,
You analyze regardless of my discomfort felt.
I only exist...
For you to criticize.

Look at me!
As if to read a book you skim through quickly.
To find if there is dirt to discover,
Smothered under the surface.
And not fresh dirt.
You like your dirt old and moldy.

Look at me!
Look at me to examine each hair I have.
And where that hair is,
On my path as I pass.

Look at me!
And if your findings should disappoint...
I am sure,
Something that is not there to see...
Will be!
If you have anything to do with it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Red Dirt Road

Down that red dirt road
Off to the side I see
Cattle gracing in herds
Staring sweetly at me

Yes, the red dirt takes us
Past old farmyard barns
Farmers standing ‘round
Spinning red dirt yarns

Daisies waving by the side
Of the red dirt road so fresh
Brilliant colors perfectly
Blend in with all the rest

More cows by the fence
Watch as I go by
Driving a red dirt road
Sure does make time fly!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Red Dirt Forever!

Nothing is quite as relaxing
As having a red dirt day
The color gleaming brightly
As I go along my way

A pond surrounded by red dirt
Creates a smile upon my face
I never can remember
A more peaceful kind of place

An old barn in the sunshine
Surrounded by deep red dirt
Happy families lived for years
Yes, tribulations came in spurts

As I look across the fields
I’m so proud of what I see
All this brilliant red dirt land
Still smiles happily on me

For you see, nothing matters
Except this world that I treasure
And I truly will be happy on
My Red Dirt Forever!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Dirt Bike

Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Every Time You Throw Dirt On Her (You Lose A Little Ground)

I guess you think it's fun
To laugh at her expense
And point out each mistake she makes
In front of all your friends
You figure she'll let it go by
'Cause she loves you so
But, you know.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground.
--- Instrumental ---
It's hard to bite my lip
But, I ain't saying a word
I give you all the rope to hang yourself
That you deserve
You might be ahead of me in her heart, today
But, that's okay.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground.
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little further away
Each time that you put her down...

song performed by by George Strait
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Red Dirt School

It is a red dirt school, oh yes it is
It is red dirt through and through
I have many school memories
I'm sure this is the same for you

School years one upon another
Paved the way for the future
And when it is in red dirt America
It is country life open and sure

It was nice to see the other folks
Who went to the old school with me
We had so much to talk about
Though each time there are less to see!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Dog Dirt

Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.

Now when I say dog dirt I mean my thoughts,
I’m using it as a metaphor incase I get caught,
Now I love her but I can’t tell her,
Because if she ever found out I’ll be feeling under the weather,
Together forever, probably never I think,
But all I do is think I just keep my mouth shut,
My thoughts are dog dirt,
Don’t touch or stumble on them or I’ll get hurt.

Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.

I hope that’s not crap on your shoe,
Because I accidentally wrote in that text I love you,
You replied I love you too if only it was true,
I’m a fool for ever falling for you,
I’m a fool defiantly if you ever step in my do, do,
I’ll zip my mouth closed so nothing blurts out,
I’ll rip my vocal cords out so that I can’t shout,
I’m a dreamer, but not a believer, trust me.

poem by Gaz illionaire
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Don't Say Goodbye

Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.

'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!

'Cause,
Most of the time,
I feel entrapped and confined.
Without a bit of self defense.
None that comes that makes to me any sense.

'Cause,
I had believed...
You were as happy as me.
But I see you desire to leave,
Me hurting deeply and permanently!

Don't say,
Goodbye!
Don't patronize me with lies sighed!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
And I can't believe all you did was deceive.

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.

But...
Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.

'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!

You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Dirt Moments

So many red dirt moments
Are in my every day
A wonderful part of my life
It’s where I will always stay

Hollowed out in red dirt
Might be a refreshing pond
Surrounded by swishing trees
It’s a place where I’m so fond

I see a farmhouse nestled
Amongst the red dirt land
Wheat fields ripe and ready
So proud of the way it stands

A Mail Pouch barn is unique
Takes us back in time
Another Red Dirt Moment
Such precious ones I find

Summer roses pure and true
The colors so soft and sweet
I press one to my nose
Breathe in a luscious treat

So you see my life is perfect
I have nothing else I need
So many Red Dirt Moments
Am I lucky? Oh yes, indeed!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Toddlers

When it comes to playing in the dirt
you will find children everywhere in the sand,
but at bathing time every toddler is in rebellion.
When it comes to playing in the dirt
children build astonishing roads and dams
and with soldiers they want to free each other.
When it comes to playing in the dirt
you will find children everywhere in the sand.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Finding of Dirt

Get over the notion,
That the finding of dirt...
On someone,
Will embarrass them.

Some create their own dirt,
Just to bring attention...
To something they've done,
That will stun and captivate...
Imaginations the world over.

One never knows,
What is in the mind of a genius.
And that dirt that has been found,
Had been planted for discovery.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digging In The Dirt

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time its getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Cant go on like this too long
{chorus:}
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
Dont talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Dont say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Dont turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, thats the place it goes
[chorus]
Im digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt
[x7]

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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A Red Dirt Windmill

There are so many wonderful things
You’ll see in a red dirt world
Like windmills of all sizes
Their blades just whirl and whirl

The pasturelands are brilliant
As you see cattle roam around
And still you hear the noises
Of a windmill sort of sound

Delightful old country homes
Built many years ago
Surrounded by red dirt roads
They help the world to flow

Wild flowers growing ‘long side
Those ambling roads so red
That I could travel all day long
Until time to go to bed

If you’ve never been on red dirt
Or seen a Red Dirt Windmill
Just try it and see what you think
You are in for quite a thrill!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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A Red Dirt Life

I went for a ride the other day
Sun shown bright as could be
Shining right on the red dirt road
There is nothing more cheerful to me

Past the red dirt farmhouses
Down the valley so red
A smile was on my face
For I knew what was ahead

The green trees stood out starkly
With the wonderful red color
Huge red rock and plateau’s
Nothing like any other

It was a ride that I take often
For I have a great red dirt time
Perhaps you too would enjoy
A red dirt life like mine!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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No mo' hurt

> Damn! him, mother Fletcher!
> I gave him my best years
> And I end up in tears.
>
> I truly need to let go
> I just can't take his sh- no mo'
> I hate it when I smell his t-shirt
> I hate it when I find his dirt
>
>
> I truly need to let go
> Growing in me this rage
>
> Like a killer on stage
> You know he going to strike
> You've seen the play
> At it's ending everything is ok
> Things will be done my way
> I am the super dish on the plate
> I am not little, I am not late
>
> Time to let go
> Time to be really free
> I need to know who is me.
>
>
> I've got one
> foot out of the door'
> All... his stuff in the middle of the floor
>
>
> Burnt the t-shirts
> Vacuumed up the dirt
> For this lady there is no mo' hurt.

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Red Dirt Cows

Inquisitive cows in a red dirt pasture with a train car
It is a special sight to enjoy even when you travel far
It seems almost like going home for I have been told
Therefore will continue to travel on this red dirt road

By looking left, looking right, and maybe southwest
Wih my digital camera ready to photograph the best
And if the creeks continue to stay within their banks
I will find more red dirt for which I will give thanks

poem by John McCornack
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