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From The Field Where The Game Is Played

People talk a good game!
But...
Either from the sidelines.
Or from the bleechers.
Even from the comforts of their homes.

However...
From the field where the game is played,
Nowhere are they seen...
To show anyone any proof at all,
They can hold a bat to foul or strike out.
And the hitting of a homerun to accomplish?
Comeon.
Let's be realistic.
That takes showing up.
And getting off one's butt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Show

Last night we were watching this game show
They were talking bout marriage
And that stuff you know
I found myself laughing
Cause those couples werent clear
And then here he comes with this bright idea
So I said to him
I know you mean well
Youre genuine I can tell
Besides you and me
I know that we would soar
But are you ready?
You gotta be sure, you gotta be sure
Oh no, I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
So were arguing
Talking about it back and forth
And forth and back as if there is no source
And now Im wondering
Is this what he had in mind?
Cause if I thought wed get through that door
Tell me whats gonna be my price
So I said to him
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
Game show, game show, game show
I know you mean well
Youre genuine I can tell
Besides you and me
I know that we would soar
But are you ready?
You gotta be sure, you gotta be sure
Oh no, I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life, hold on
Baby, youre price aint right, hold on
Hey this is my life hold on
I know you got the feeling, hold on
Baby youre price aint right, I know
You feel like hitting the ceiling, hold on
Hey this is my life
Game show, game show, game show....

song performed by by Kelis
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Only Doing My Small Part to Please

'But...
Why do we have to stop playing the game? '

No one said a thing about you stopping!

'But for our night games,
We can not see without the lights.
People here can not sit without the bleechers.
We need the balls and the bats!
Also the bases.
Have you forgotten that? '

I haven't forgotten anything.
In fact...
When you suggested,
I was nothing but what a dog does.
And it was on the bottom of your shoe...
That you could not get rid of?
I thought I'd do you all a favor,
And go home!

'But why are all of those people,
Taking all of our equipment away? '

Well...
I paid for the bleechers.
And...
Made a deal with the electric company,
To supply the lights.
The balls and bats I got from donations.
And all the people you see leaving...
I sent invitations.

And I made it clear to all of them,
If I should stink that bad...
What is the point of them sticking around,
To see a game played...
When you have announced,
You would rather not have me here!

'Oh?
So it's like that? '

I guess.
I'm only doing my 'small' part to please!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Use It Or You'll Lose It

Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.

Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.

Putting off today,
For tomorrow...
May from you disappear,
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.

Excuses made to hesitate,
Only dissipates what is real.
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.

Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.

Waiting for a day to remove double chins,
Or...
Praying someday you'll appear more thin,
Is...
Self defeating.

Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.

Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.

Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame Game

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!

And lame it will stay everyday!

'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cricket on the Hearth

When red-nosed Winter takes the road,
An icicle his walking-stick,
When frost is on the woodman's load,
And snow is falling fast and thick,
Come, lusty youth and sapless eld,
Let's make a circle round the blaze
And talk of stumps,
Of nasty bumps,
That flew and came in sunny days.
For Cricket is played again, again,
At freezing time in Hull or Bath;
When summer's done the game's not gone--
There's Cricket on the Hearth!

Here's Jones from Rugby, Eton Jack,
And Grandpapa who, long ago,
Loved hitting when the Field was slack,
And crumped the bowling, swift or slow!
No more he's nimble on the green,
But what a history he tells
Of Surrey men
And hits for ten,
And heaps of most tremendous Swells!
For Cricket is played again, again,
At freezing time in Hull or Bath;
When summer's done the game's not gone--
There's Cricket on the Hearth!

The girls may call to Hide-and-Seek,
And lovely lasses take the floor;
But we discuss the Lob and Sneak,
The Canvas, Umpire, Over, Score!
How great a game to fill July,
May, June, and August with delights,
Yet in the frost
Be never lost,
But stir the blood on nipping nights!
For Cricket is played again, again,
At freezing times in Hull or Bath;
When summer's done the game's not gone--
There's Cricket on the Hearth!

poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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Pick Up Game First One To 11 By 1's

fOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.

WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.

ILL STOLE IT THREE TIME IN ONE GAME, HES A BIG MAN BUT THE SCORE 7-11, COME MY PEPS DONT LET ME IMPRESS YOU INN FRONT YOUR PEOPLE, THAT COULD BEEN ON A HIGHLIGHT REEL

GETTING SHUT OUT IN GAME TO 11 YOU KNOW HE'S NOT GOING GET A NOTHING GAME.

tHE GAME OF BASKETBALL IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT,
THE ULTRAMENT RESPECT IS TO GIVE NO RESPECT,
WHEN IT COME TO THE GAME OF BASKETBALL.
thats how you gain respect! ! ! !

AND IM HURT AND STILL TOOK YOUR MAN GAME YOU TELL ME WAS WE PLAY TO A ELEVEN OR WAS I JUST TAKE YOU SCHOOL.

talking about running the city, we talk about that later after your lesson

BECAUSE IF IT WAS A GAME FULL COURT FIVE ON FIVE AND IT GAME BASE ON STRAGTEY NOT SKILL WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN.

RESPECT IS GIVING WHEN YOU SHOW IT, CHECK IS IN,
BALL PLAY.

poem by Louis Borgo
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Game Show

Cuttin pictures from a magazine
... paper smile but not from you to me
Another statue in a ?
A breakfast alone
Another compromising ?
Another game show
The game show
The game show
I pass the time away before I sleep
I have your picture sitting next to me
I taped your picture in a book
Dont bother reading I just take a look
Dont have to turn the page before I know
So full of answers I dont need to know
I like to take control
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
Dont have to turn the page before I know
You ask me questions I already know
The time has finally come to let it go
I like to take control
I like the game show
The game show
The game show

song performed by by Ministry
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Less Thought to Accomplish

It would be wonderful to leave tags and labels,
On everyone.
To ensure that having a satisfaction is done.
And those tags and labels never move in time.
Remaining in our minds as something that takes,
Less thought to accomplish.
But so grateful we are when the ease of it is found.

It would be wonderful to claim people are what we say.
And from our narrow perspectives they would stay that way.
To perfect a game that is safely played,
In a world getting more complexed everyday.
And everyday there seems to be disappointments made,
When nothing we pigeon-hole fits properly in its place.
And we become stressed to locate a depiction that conveys...
Just what those limits are that comforts our consciousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thunder And Lightning

I never thought I'd ever get tired of playing games
But I've been hold
Now the time has come to get it right
Now's the time to show them all that they're wrong
CHORUS
'Cos they said thunder and they said lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if that's true, why can't you tell me
How come this feels so nice, Oh it feels alright
Never ever did believe in guiding lights
'Cos what you didn't hold, slipped away
Oh but there's a feeling deep down in my shoe
'Cos things look like they're going my way
CHORUS
'Cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if that's true, why can't you tel me
How come this feels so nice, Oh it feels alright
I never ever did believe in a second chance
You get, just one crack of the whip, that's all
If you played the game, you got treated right
Oh but I'm not playing the game, no more
CHORUS
'Cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if that's true, why can't you tell me
How come this feels so nice, Oh it feels alright

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Santana's Game Of Love

It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that
It started with a kiss
Now we’re up to bat
A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain
I’m telling you my babe
It’s all in the game of love
It’s all in the game of love
It’s all in the game of love
Let’s play the game of love

Roll me
Control me
Console me
Please hold me
In this game of love
I’m out here on my own

(excerpt from a song)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Definitions As An Intention To Describe

Definitions as an intention to describe,
Can be so confining to the mind.
Case in point...
Having to 'some' a meaning.
But...
To those probing their observations,
Making little sense to make sensible...
A reason to find a rhyme.

I remember when I heard the term,
'Baseball' used.
And when I went to my first game,
I was not overwhelmed with excitement.
I couldn't get the 'bat' out of my head.

'Why isn't this game called 'Batball'...
Instead of baseball? '
I kept thinking of that.
Without the bat,
There wouldn't be any baseball played.

Unlike basket...ball.
I can understand that.
Foot...ball,
Okay...
I'm sold.
Base...ball?
And all that the bases do,
Is just lay there?

Home...plate?
That's not a home...base?
And the hitting of a 'homerun'...
That's out of the field of play?

Whoever created this game,
Is a genius.
The terms used as they are applied,
Makes absolutely no sense.

I can understand,
Why it's one of the most favorite sports.
Like golf!
When a player hits that ball,
That might endanger onlookers...
A shouting of 'fore' is heard.
Fore...what?
If one is hit...
Be-fore the word is heard,
That's it.
And even after 'fore'...
What difference does it make?

The other day...
I watched a player of 'baseball' lose his bat.
It went flying into the stadium...
To hit someone in the head.
No one warned the 'victim' at all.
No one shouted...
'Watch 'that'.
It's a flying bat.'

Hmmm...
Flying bats?
At a baseball game?
Where the selling of hot...dogs,
And pea...nuts with beer...
Is a tradition.

And someone wishes to keep the writing of poetry,
To restrictions?
By whose definition?
And when does prose not become poetry?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oldest Game Played

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '

~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~

'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'

~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think that the game is the game. I think that expansion is good for the game because it gives more jobs to the people and more ballplayers can play, but I think the game is still the game. The ballplayers, they come into the game with one thing in mind - it's their job.

quote by Tony Oliva
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Follow The Leader

Remember the game we used to play?
We played while in school.
We played it with friends.
It was called 'Follow The Leader'
The leader would show you the way.

We followed along and did what he did.
He jumped. We jumped.
He clapped. We clapped.
He ran. We ran.
He snapped. We snapped.
And as you followed you knew
you were still in the game but then grew.

You stopped the game or did you?
Are you still a follower in all you do?
Some are born leaders and some are not.
So now what we have is a sorry lot
of folks leadin' the way
into deceit and moral decay.

It's time to wake up.
Get off the bandwagon
with its popular way to go.
That childhood game of 'Follow The Leader'
will never allow you to grow.
I've never believed in following the leader.
It's a dangerous thing to do.
For the road they are taking and traveling
may not be good to pursue.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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You Play Entirely By Yourself

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.

I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thunder & Lightning

I never thought Id ever get tired of playing games
But Ive been holding back for too long
Now the time has come to get it right
Nows the time to show them all that theyre wrong
cos they said thunder and they said lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright
Never ever did believe in guiding lights
cos what you didnt hold, slipped away
Oh but theres a feeling deep down in my shoe
cos things look like theyre going my way
cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright
I never ever did believe in a second chance
You get, just one crack of the whip, thats all
If you played the game, you got treated right
Oh but Im not playing the game, no more
cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Thunder & Lightening

I never thought Id ever get tired of playing games
But Ive been holding back for too long
Now the time has come to get it right
Nows the time to show them all that theyre wrong
cos they said thunder and they said lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright
Never ever did believe in guiding lights
cos what you didnt hold, slipped away
Oh but theres a feeling deep down in my shoe
cos things look like theyre going my way
cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright
I never ever did believe in a second chance
You get, just one crack of the whip, thats all
If you played the game, you got treated right
Oh but Im not playing the game, no more
cos they say thunder and they say lightning
It would never strike twice
Oh but if thats true, why cant you tell me
How come this feels so nice, oh it feels alright

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Takes A Woman To Know

Guess you think that you're cool
Guess you think that you're smart
Guess you think you can tie up my heart
With a ribbon and pull it apart
You don't wanna get down
You don't wanna go deep
Well I told you I love you
But baby, I figured that you were asleep
If you were a man
You'd walk out that door
Tell me love is a crazy game
We've played it before
If you were a man
You'd get up and go
Cos you know what it takes
Takes a woman to know
Did you think that I'd wait
With my arms open wide?
When I sow that it's over
I saw it was written
right there in your eyes
You don't wanna get down
You don't wanna go deep
Well I told you I love you
But baby, I figured thud you were asleep
If you were a man
You'd walk out that door
Tell me love is a crazy game
We've played it before
If you were a man
You'd get up and go
Cos you know what it takes
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman
Takes a woman
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman
Takes a woman
Takes a woman to know
Well I wanted you forever babe
But that ain't your style
So next time I'm kissin you
I'll be kissing you goodbye, yeah
If you were a man
You'd walk out that door
Tell me love is a crazy game
We've played it before
If you were a man
You'd get up and go
Cos you know what it takes
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman to know
Takes a woman to know

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Brand New Game

Saw you talk near the slots
And I got a brand new game
Running down the alley with an hour you bought
From a man with no last name
Like an idiot animal
Too stupid to shame
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
Ape man in a cave
Painting on the wall
Nothings gonna keep the visions menacing glances
And nothing thats got it all
From gazing over to where hope sleeps
Artificially small
Like a beast to tame
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
Now monkey is alright?
Come on
Ones never enough, twos always a crowd
I got a mindful scoping the slide?
And a glass side nature mane?
Everythings impossible
Theres nothing to do
But oppose this road remain?
Push the point to oblivion
And keep turning the plane
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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You Got The Deal

I lived my life one way too long.
Deal me straight, I can't go wrong.
A gambler's fate's in the cards he takes,
And now I know it's just a mistake.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
You got the . . .
Left our dreams on a lonely road.
Come back here with a heavy load.
Fight our best when the chips are down.
You go your way, and I'll win this round.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
LEAD BREAK
You live your life for the dollar sign.
And all that you've made,
You're just buying time.
But time takes it toll,
It don't care who you are
You know you're marked for life
With your empty heart.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
I don't know the game,
But you got the deal.
Don't know the game,
But you got the deal.

song performed by by 38 Special
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