How High Do You Lift Those Legs?
If I saw myself as others wished me to be,
I'd be more frightening than 'godzilla'.
And those who have actually seen me,
Prior to my morning routine of prayer and execise...
Have difficulty recognizing me,
When I am walking around on the streets publicly.
Therefore,
I completely understand...
Those who have found themselves attracted,
To werewolves and horror films.
'You look sensational.
Have you had a 'make over'? '
Is that suppose to be a joke?
I am just finishing my execise routine.
In fact I decided to do it earlier this morning.
I told you I was into doing leg lifts.
'Yes you did.
But...
How high do you lift those legs? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Werewolves Of London
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking thru the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Hi ho, the werewolves of London
If you hear his howling around the kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated last nite
Werewolves of London again
Hi ho, werewolves of London
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him, he'll rip your lungs out Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Hi ho, werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Cheney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Cheney Jr. walking with the Queen
I saw a werewolf dringing a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect
Hi ho, the werewolves of London, draw blood
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Get Another Routine
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
At least one that appears to be,
Something that is consistent...
With the way things are today.
Revisiting yesterday with determination,
Says one thing about those who attempt to do this...
A comfort has been found in the exploration of limitation.
And the growth of technology has already made many victims.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
What your ancestors did,
And those before them...
Is not going to spread your mustard.
Or connect you to those hours of tomorrow,
Flashing by your eyes 'today'.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
If you are waiting to taste a sandwich wished...
It is recommended you acquire another taste.
Or select something else to nibble.
It would be wise if you tried!
I'm sure your ancestors did this...
Or you would not be here,
Discussing their contributions to your stagnation.
This is the message...
For those still trying,
To get the same tired act together...
Forget it!
Get another routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Men of routine or men who can do what they are told are not hard to find; but men who can think and plan and tell the routine men what to do are very rare.
quote by William Graham Sumner
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Save A Prayer ('Til The Morning After)
You saw me standing by the wall,
Corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun,
So you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go
Don't save a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside,
Look you down into the well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance
(Like all dreamers can't find another way)
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after,
Save it till the morning after
Pretty looking road,
try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise,
I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
song performed by by Duran Duran
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One Has to Get Up Before Dawn
I want to grey.
I want it known I have aged,
And earned my way.
I want it clear I am no child.
I have been around for a while!
Learning and hoping I am improved.
Those who wish to sit and revisit their youth...
Are fine with me.
I do that all the time myself.
When I am out walking and hiking.
Exercising and watching what I eat.
And not being conscious of aging at all.
I did that in my teens and twenties!
Wanting to be grown and doing it quickly.
And when 59 came?
Who knew I would feel 39 at 61?
Passing for someone aged 55!
And lieing that I am yet 50 years of age.
But when one keeps fit...
That's the fun of it all!
No one has to know I look like Godzilla,
In the early hours of the morning.
Just before dawn.
And that's what I recommend.
Getting up just before dawn.
Taking at least two hours to pull it together...
Because that's how long it is going to take.
Before any public appearances.
There is no need to scare anyone,
Who has become accustomed to your 'youthful' glow!
They do not have to know,
How much effort it actually takes!
There's a routine I do everyday.
It takes hours off of one's physical appearance.
However...
Do not!
I repeat...
Do not get caught in rush hour traffic.
Someone might get a glimpse...
And off you go.
Carted away to someone's zoo!
That happened to one of my neighbor's!
But I think she is undergoing a major makeover.
I haven't seen her in months!
Although her backyard is littered with peanut shells,
And banana skins!
I told a couple of friends of mine,
My next door neighbor reminded me of Bubbles!
You remember?
Bubbles?
Michael Jackson's pet monkey?
She did.
But not all the time!
I did call her Halle a couple of times.
But I was only joking!
AND...
When you get to become a certain age?
Everything is hysterically funny!
But...
One has to get up before dawn,
To practice working on the routine to be exercised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Insanity
It took me years to understand
Your insanity-
Your flowery rhythms and
Your mismatched attire
And shoes,
That smiled upon me
Each time you spoke
Something unimportant-
Yes, there is purpose in it,
I suppose-that some divine
Providence that lifts you
Higher than this mundane
World-but I found
It's this insanity that keeps
You doing what you're
Doing-
Like songs of crickets
And wild yellow flowers
That tickle your nostrils
And brush against your nipples,
And all the sarcasm
That make me laugh
At your girlish ideas
About the complexities
Of life and love-
Yes, I suppose I'd go fishing
With you among the stars
And read through your
Private journals of what
The universe was like
Before you and I were born-
But all I know is this
Here and now,
While the insidious clocks
Keep reminding of
Our mortality and
Superfluity of it all-
Yes, your insanity is
Infectious as is your youth,
As we volley back and
Forth between secular
And divine,
Between revelatory
And superficial,
Between exuberance
And routine,
Between just breathing
And being truly alive.
Beyond words lies the ocean,
Beyond rationality,
The spirit of lovers
In a tender embrace-
And there I am, I suppose,
Caught up in the insanity
That you propose-
And all I can say to you,
My darling, is
Yes, and yes, and yes…
May 21,2008
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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A Familiar Routine
Why have I stopped a familiar routine?
I began to notice,
How others became annoyed with it.
Believing I had nothing else to do,
But to offer them my assistance...
As if I had something to prove.
And after eliminating a familiar routine,
As a practice to be involved...
With a contribution of a doing of things,
I decided my own happiness would benefit...
From the more time I now give to it.
With a doing of that I have yet to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demonstration
Demolished are those buildings that burn away,
That stink and sting us all everyday.
Then jousting the dream that beware I am of
will not leave the evening together with morning.
That morning I cried at all and faced no mirror
to character and visually impair.
Abort the young star so darkly I guess,
I understate this fact again and again;
Alas the routine is single-mindedly conducted
Until all traits are confronted and abolished.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Save A Prayer
You saw me standing by the wall, corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone aint much fun so youre looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go.
Dont save a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
No dont say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside look down into the well
If you can youll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance (like all dreamers cant find another way.)
You dont have to dream it all, just live a day.
(chorus)
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after....
-
Pretty looking road I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Dont ask me why Ill keep my promise Ill melt the ice
And you wanted to dance, so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul,
Some people call it a one night stand, but we can call it paradise
(chorus)
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Do do do do do, do do do do do do do do
Save a prayer til the morning after...
Save a prayer til the morning after...
Save a prayer til the morning after,
Save a prayer til the morning after...
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Extremely Frightening
What is wrong?
What's the matter?
'Why do you ask?
Nothing is wrong.
In fact...
I am feeling great.
No need to complain.
Not today.
Everything is right 'there'...
Up in the face.'
You respond as if you can be pleasant.
'Oh...
Don't try it.
You're trying to see my eyebrow arch?
That's exactly what I am saying.
You said that...
And not a raised eyebrow did I see.
No sarcasm!
Nothing cynical!
Nothing 'snide'...
Flip or 'clippish'!
Nothing at all to say,
About how stupid fools are.
'Well...
Come on,
Give me a break!
I use to pride myself...
In having something 'wise'
And smart mouthed to say!
Now?
It seems 'everybody' has stolen my routine.
I...once again,
Have decided to be innovative.
Now I express love, patience and understanding.'
And that's what's frightening.
Very few are doing that at all today.
You stand out like a wart on someone's face.
'Now...
I want to point out something.
IF I had said that to you...
A few months or even days ago,
You would be ready to argue or fight with me.
Today...
I don't have to say a word.
People can see all of their blemishes and flaws.
They are all out in the open now.
Every last one.
And 'that' to you should be extremely frightening.'
Why is that?
'I haven't seen so many ugly people in my life!
Have you? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
Graciousness
I don't intend to dye it at all.
It has been well deserved.
I earned it.
I try to execise,
To keep my body physically fit.
So I don't give the appearance of Godzilla.
I don't have that temperment.
But I do admit to a raised eyebrow...
Especially around those who assume,
My graciousness comes without effort!
The older I get,
The more of it is expected.
And on some days I may disappoint.
Those are the days I'm not hardly trying to show grace.
Those are my rudeness days.
And I do my best to provide balance!
Some folks don't get the message...
Until all sides are allowed a scrutinized view!
It entices gossip.
And I am not beneath delivering to this need!
'I am not talking about your hair.
I thought you thought I was talking about your hair? '
I've learned as I get older...
Say anything!
It doesn't matter.
Few listen.
And those that do...
Have no clue what the conversation is about!
Tie it all in!
Ultimately they will believe it all makes sense.
It doesn't have to!
And that's what I love most about aging!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Morning Greeting
good morning, my friend
hope you're fine like the smooth morning rays of the sun
on soft hands caressing the shiny brown skin of my face
did you sleep well last night? let me ask if you have dreams
that make waking up a regretful event
i am out now for my usual walk to see the usual rising of the sun
on the golden ricefields on the road leading to a group of nipa huts
i am asking myself today: is there meaning to this usualness
this routine that comes to us without any break?
is there something new to the sun that we always expect to shine?
is there a twist to the usual chirps of birds, the usual white color of their wings? is there something better to do than walk and think the usual
thoughts of how to make a living and be the fit person to survive
this war on boredome
this struggle for meaning
this monotonous routine of this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and that
there is no stuttering here, nothing symptomatic of sickness
and even death, there is this boredom again that will make us
not sleep the nights
and make us uneasy and restless and asking some more
what is this life? what is it giving me?
what am i giving it? how long?
just asking, i am returning to the house from this short walk
there is no music in my ears
more questions popping
i will just take tea
i need really to pee.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Desire
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Morning heat
Puts a thin film of sweat on my face
A little man, his eyes half closed
Puts chairs on tables
Admires his work
And collects a quarter from the floor
I head over to broadway
Where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast
Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice
When I ask for the bill
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Desire
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
Im burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
Im burning in the morning sun
song performed by by Yello
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Desire
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Morning heat
Puts a thin film of sweat on my face
A little man, his eyes half closed
Puts chairs on tables
Admires his work
And collects a quarter from the floor
I head over to broadway
Where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast
Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice
When I ask for the bill
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Desire
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
Im burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
Im burning in the morning sun
song performed by by Yello
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For The Rest Of My Life
for the rest of my life
i will take the same routine
home, office, school,
home office, school,
a straight life confined
in a certain space
too confined and too
tight for my soul
and too boring
for my body
home, office, school,
school, home, office,
you ask me if there is
something wrong with
my life? there is nothing
right in it, everything has
always been wrong
and everyday has always
been an attempt to correct
it, but nothing
nothing has fit into it
to cut the routine to
break me from the
chains of everyday
nothing comes and nothing
goes, i think, that is how
it is meant to be,
i think, i simply have
to imagine, make some
figments of stars, and moon
and sun and mountains
and seas and valleys
and castles and princesses
and kings and queens
and too they become routine
too, some poems and stories
some people that do not
actually exist, some imaginary
earth, imaginary creatures
they are all here, in this routine
of imaginations, of poetics
of illusions and allusions,
these lines, my life, these routine
and all my excuses, you and I.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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BoyGirl
Every morning, his face, the only sight I wish to see.
Better hurry now, can't let her get away from me
It's like he's pulling me and I got to obey
She's mine today, no more running away
It's a routine; we've been doing this for so long
Right at her side, that's where I belong
He's looking at me with that calm morning blue eyes
Her smile even more beautiful than the brightest sunrise
Still holding my gaze, he's walking towards me
I'm in a trance, is this an angel I see?
Can't get the words out, I'm struggling to speak
Girl, here it goes, finally today we truly meet
His lips starting to move, what does he say?
The first word, very casually I just smile and say… HEY!
poem by Renee Maritz
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Robotic Routine
We wake up in the morning
to a cup of coffey
to some it's just a cup
to others a trophy
We do our daily needs
get ready for work
we feed our hungry stomaches
like pathetic jerks
Then we climb into our cars
and away we go
to join the other millions
on this circus show
We really should stop
and think for a while
we're doing the same thing
and with no damn style
We need to change our lives
by adding some color
we have to change routine
in our tuned out motor
We have to come alive
and change our scene
we need to say good-bye
to our robotic routine.
(Charlie vergara/07.14.2008/25117)
poem by White Tiger
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Lift Me Up
I dont need your answered prayers
Or the chains your lover wears
I dont need your rings of gold
Or the secrets that you hold
Lift me up, darling
Lift me up and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
I dont need your sacred vow
Or the promise tomorrow brings
There behind the morning clouds
Ill take the faith the daylight brings
Lift me up, darling
Lift me up, and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
When the morning bright
Lifts away this night
And the light above
We will find our love, we will find our love
Your skin, your hand upon my neck
This skin, your fingers on my skin
This kiss, this heartbeat this breath
This heart, this heart this wilderness
Lift me up darling
Lift me up and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Earlier people used to switch on TV's after getting bored with their routine work. Now they switch on to routine work after getting bored with TV.
quote by B.J. Gupta
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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