I Could Not Move To Boo Hoo
You once had said you loved me,
But the end of fun had come.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
You left it to your friends to tell me,
It was over and done.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
If I was a drinker,
I'd be woozy from the booze.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
You once had said you loved me,
But the end of fun had come.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
You left it to your friends to tell me,
It was over and done.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every night we all felt grateful to be there, stunned at the amount of people that are there, and stunned at their reactions. They go crazy; they know every lyric from eight years of age to eighty. It's unbelievable.
quote by Randy Bachman
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunned
Realities and their concepts,
Have been so distorted.
Even revealing their falsities...
Many can not just abort them.
Trauma and tragedies of epic proportions...
Descend upon mentalities,
Making attempts to absorb the enormity.
An immensity crowds their densities.
And the presence of God,
Does not enter into their consciousness.
Those unbelieving can not accept...
This Earth is not their creation.
And The Almighty is a rumor at best.
Although every conceivable 'natural' test...
Has been applied by Mother Nature,
To put their insignificance at rest!
And yet this evolution upon them takes hold.
A change so drastic has indeed begun.
Before their eyes this takes hold.
Leaving them with no place to hide.
And certainly from themselves...
They will try,
But can not run.
Stunned are those of hollowed faith!
Stunned is a quality of life that comes...
To become for them replaced.
Stunned are the ones,
Accustomed to use rascism as their taste!
And left undone is a reality...
To crumble until it humbles.
Until everyone respects with grace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Throes of Storm
Who is pricking
At these massive water balloons
Up in the sky?
The leaf and bud
Stood still in stunned silence
Tears flowing!
The roots baffled
At such endless flow of water
After a long dry spell!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Reckless
Something said,
Was misunderstood.
A relationship gone!
Neither could...
Bring their lips to say,
'It's okay.
I didn't mean it that way.'
It was too late...
To save what was great!
Reckless was the fate,
That awaited.
Something done,
To the other one was fun.
As one was stunned...
And began to run away,
Not looking back.
And the laughing one thought this an act.
It was in fact...
The last to come of that.
And the reckless one stood shunned!
Unbelieving the Sun
Would ever set upon them,
Fading shadows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Malala!
Little girl, courage so high, even Everest shy
Stood against savages, fought bigotry piled high.
Her philosophy: love, her initiative: wisdom
Bulletproof are such ideas, World stunned.
She longs peace, the silent warrior of Nation
Shock enough to move her country's dormant companions.
May u live long Malala, the purest of souls
On return, will find many with you, in your hard strolls.
(Samima)
poem by Samima Shah
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Stunned With a Stinging Into Love
My heart hunts to be captured.
Runs to be chased.
And sits in denial.
My mind wants to be soothed.
And feel assured.
My body aches to be touched.
And that's a cure I am sure I'll endure.
When the hunt ends.
And I am stunned with a stinging into a love,
Wanted much.
When the hunt ends.
And I am stunned with a stinging into love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Year of Anniversaries
This year is a year of anniversaries,
and I remember where I was,
and what I was doing on each of them,
when the news came through.
The death of two famous people
who had an effect on our lives
and a diabolical act of terrorism
one could never forget.
That stunned nations around the world.
Thirty years ago,
the world was stunned by the passing of a king.
The king of Rock and Roll, Elvis Presley.
Although his voice was silenced
on a bathroom floor,
he left with us all a legacy
of his music that will live eternally.
Ten years ago the world lost a Princess
in a car crash in Paris.
A Royal Princess of the likes no one had ever seen before,
whose gentleness and kindness
with everyone she met
will always be remembered.
She was Diana, Princess of Wales,
but she was more than that,
she was a Princess to the world.
She reached out to the poor and rich alike.
She was mourned by millions across every land.
The legacy she left is to befriend everyone.
Then six years ago, something happened.
It drew together nations,
who sometimes were at odds with one another,
to defeat an enemy
whose fingers stretched across many lands.
Loved ones of many nations mourned
when the twin towers crumbled to the ground
in a diabolical act of terror.
Planes were ordered out of the sky,
and for days after as I remember
I never saw a single bird fly.
Silence drew a cloud around the world,
on that day of infamy,
11 September 2001.
Images flew around the world to television screens.
Everyone looked in disbelief
at the pictures that they saw.
The unimaginable had happened.
Terror had struck
the corner stone of freedom
with one almighty blow.
The world was a sad place that day
as many millions cried.
Now the anniversaries have rolled around.
Memories of what I was doing on those days,
come to the forefront of my mind,
of how I felt,
where I was,
when for a few minutes around the world
time stood still in my life.
So I ask as you finish this poem to take a minute of your time to remember all those who lost their lives and those who risked their lives to save people most didn’t know six years ago today.
poem by David Harris
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Over The Falls
They broke out in laughter again,
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in,
And he stood by and waited to be called.
The talk was of times that had gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie.
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
He got up and tried it again.
For lack of persistence is surely a sin.
As he stood by and waited to be called,
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for its symmetry,
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelors degree.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
song performed by by Primus
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Many Friends
Friends.
It was running wild, running through the house, unstoppable.
Down the road it ran... filling cities and town with a quiet scream.
What is happening, no one asked; people just stood there
and questions were not answered.
Rain was, a whisper on your umbrella, so what is new baby?
How should I know... the new thing was the world had
fallen silent, humanity had to listen to the world’s voice.
It was then, a small nation, that doesn’t follow rules, decided
to dropp a bomb, that stunned the globe into hush.
Silence, silence do not open your mouth and express an opinion
less a written word will appear on your screen...forever
screaming noiselessly into your ear: you must not have
a view contrary to the mainstream. And the big silence will
overshadow our life and reduce it to baby picture on
the facebook a place where you sold your soul in order to
have 7234 friends.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I am personally saddened and stunned by the tragic events that took place in Red Lake.
quote by Collin C. Peterson
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Real World
I wonder what its like to be the rainmaker
I wonder what its like to know that I made the rain
Id store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone
And you can come and see them when im...done, when Im done
I wonder what its like to be a super hero
I wonder where Id go if I could fly around downtown
From some other planet, I get this funky high on yellow sun
Boy I bet my friends will all be...stunned, theyre stunned
(chorus)
Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wonder what its like to be the head honcho
I wonder what Id do if they all did just what I said
Id shout out an order, I think were out of this man get me some
Boy dont make me wanna change my...tone, my tone
(chorus)
Please dont change, please dont break
The only thing that seems to work at all is you
Please dont change, at all from me
To you, and you to me
(chorus)
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Real World
I wonder what its like to be the rainmaker
I wonder what its like to know that I made the rain
Id store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone
And you can come and see them when im...done, when Im done
I wonder what its like to be a super hero
I wonder where Id go if I could fly around downtown
From some other planet, I get this funky high on yellow sun
Boy I bet my friends will be...stunned, theyre stunned
(chorus)
Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wonder what its like to be the head honcho
I wonder what Id do if they all did just what I said
Id shout out an order, I think were out of this man get me some
Boy dont make me wanna change my...tone, my tone
(chorus)
Please dont change, please dont break
The only thing that seems to work at all is you
Please dont change, at all from me
To you, and you to me
(chorus)
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Because You Asked Me To
Watch in silence, stunned silence
As I build a box, a wooden box, exact to size
Watch me lay, a solid fit and help
Me to snap shut the lid
Continue in silence to strike the
Match that burns bright and hot and
Is gone faster that you imagined.
Cry is silence, stunned silence
As you gather the gray, the white, and the black
Immaculately collect all the ash
Daring to not leave any of me behind
With whatever you have left of who I
Used to be, you head back to your room
Your head drooping, sullen and in defeat.
Move in silence, stunned silence
As you retrieve the silver box, with the ancient
Lock, disregard the tears that
Drip onto the rusted key, seconds later
Youre depositing the rest of me
Next to the violet heart, you
Had stolen some time before.
Wake in silence, a guilty silence
As your head pounds and you frantically
Look around.
My laughter still rings in your ears, my
Eyes are imprinted within your own
My tears still wet your finger tips
And my taste refuses to leave the residence
Of your mouth.
All of who I was continues to live in you.
Live in regret, hollow regret,
As your daily life reminds you of the
Cause of my death.
No one really knows, another couldnt help.
For knowing that the only person
That came close to knowing you,
Caring for you, loving you
Now lives in a silver box, with a
Tarnished violet heart, and simply
Because you asked me to.
poem by Tanya Sanes
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Stunned They Run
They've been there running,
Since he was elected.
Like plucked chickens,
Without necks.
They don't respect him.
No they don't.
Or his leadership that's best.
They've been there running,
Since he was elected.
Like plucked chickens,
Without necks.
They hate the fact he's where he's at.
And they're upset because of that.
Stunned they run,
Since he was elected.
He's no fun,
Since he was elected.
To do to get done,
Is his objective.
With more change to come.
Stunned they run,
Since he was elected.
He's no fun,
Since he was elected.
To do to get done,
Is his objective.
With more change to come.
They want reality delivered with more sweetening.
They've been there running,
Since he was elected.
Like plucked chickens,
Without necks.
They hate the fact he's where he's at.
And they're upset because of that.
They want reality delivered with more sweetening.
Stunned they run,
Since he was elected.
He's no fun,
Since he was elected.
To do to get done,
Is his objective.
With more change to come.
Stunned they run,
Since he was elected.
He's no fun,
Since he was elected.
To do to get done,
Is his objective.
With more change to come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Next Phase
It's only a phase.
The next phase.
The next phase...
To come and change the last days,
To put up on a higher stage!
It's only a phase.
The next phase.
The next phase...
To come and change the last days,
To put up on a higher stage!
It's only a phase.
The next phase.
The next phase...
To come and change the last days,
To put up on a higher stage!
It's only a phase.
Many will taste it
Many will hate it.
And some of the stunned will run.
Run-run-run.
Many will taste it
Many will hate it.
The elated,
Will be baited!
And some of the stunned will run...
Run-run-run.
Many will taste it.
The next phase.
Many will hate it.
The next phase.
The elated,
Will be baited!
And some of the stunned will run...
Run-run-run.
And some of the stunned will run...
Run.
Run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always In Conference
I am honest.
Centered.
Respectful.
Feeling blessed...
And speak my mind.
Without fear of reprisals!
That haunt others,
From time to time!
Nor am I chased,
By lurking shadows...
I plant and place,
To face and rename my 'enemies'!
I know 'who' I am.
And I let that be known!
I have dignity and pride...
And I seek for my life,
An undenied quality!
For 'me' I know that's right.
I am often asked
What church I attend.
And when I say none...
People are often stunned.
And some become offended,
Beginning to quote scriptures
They have learned!
Making me realize immediately...
Just who in hell will burn!
They are closer to the devil,
Than I am.
I don't hear his ways being preached...
As hypocrites sit,
Or give praises on their feet!
And I wonder...
If I possess these qualities,
And they do not...
Since God and I,
Are always in conference!
Shouldn't I be the one,
Prepared to run...
From them,
Just as stunned?
Afterall,
My mind is not pre-occupied with temptations.
Nor am I absorbed with the 'values' of sin!
Or attend in a congregation with others,
Sharing pretentions that don't end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Heart Stood Still
I laughed at sweethearts
I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts
Seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland
Was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes
Now castles rise in Spain!
I took one look at you
That's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still
All that moment when
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
My heart stood still
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Broadsided
Broadsided!
By a web of factors.
And we must 'bob and weave'...
Through the onslaught of what is thrown.
And a lot of it...
Is being thrown to hit.
Not miss.
Broadsided!
A complete revamping comes!
Some stunned will remain,
Stunned!
Unable to overcome,
The shock that continues to shake...
Many into mental breakdowns.
Broadsided by an economic slide.
A tide of complete change.
To rise and raise dramatically...
Mindsets into a higher consciousness!
Those 'fixed' to wishes of what was...
Will not find their best interests,
Remaining in stubbornness...
Served.
And no time for nostalgic reminiscing,
Will be heard in these swift winds.
A navigation process has started.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Mater What
We know where I’m going
I’m leaving to do right for this world
Leaving to make a mark
Keep all those I see safe
To stand strong as a symbol for the world to recognize
I am your protector and savior
I shall be your hero and do what must be done
With this, I do promise to my loved ones
You shall never hear code 10-00
Sirens will not sound
The black-purple banners will not be hung
And Amazing Grace will not cry over us
The bagpipes will not be needed
The march will never happen
There will not be 21 shots in my name
There will be no box to sleep in
And no flag to drape over me
But if it did, tell all who loved me
Tell the ones that cared about me
I stood as their guardian
I stood to be the one to fight and protect
I stood for courage and strength
I stood to keep all of you safe
And it is my choice to be New York’s Finest
I will be the best of the best
So as to keep my family
My loved ones
Safe from harm
poem by Ryan Collins
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