Ice Capades
Frigid!
As if it was up to me,
To patiently peel away...
Each layer of discomfort,
I felt or may feel...
And at my own expense.
Without a clue,
I am suppose to unravel...
What I did or did not do.
And with no hint given...
I am to know from previous experience,
The nature of my accused thoughtlessness.
It's the nature of the beast,
One can either choose to release.
Or cease an argument...
Heading for a cranked up heat!
These scenes from ice capades,
That include smooth skating on some days...
But not always scored with a warmth to receive.
Sometimes one is rated,
If cracked eggs not intentionally done...
Someone else left to leave.
Who knows when a temper begins to show.
Cold shoulders and attitudes,
From nowhere chills the air.
And if one is in a longlasting relationship...
To be blamed for anything,
By someone professing love...
Is not a circumstance that is rare.
These scenes from ice capades,
May last for a few minutes...
Maybe a couple of hours!
They can go on for days,
If no one submits...
To a begging for forgiveness,
That lowers an eyebrow raised.
Do it!
The benefits of this,
Will ultimately be proven.
Just to ensure,
A reception for an expected performance...
Stays intact.
And that union needing a little pat,
Of understanding quickly enacted...
Endures and sustains a security maintained.
Do it!
Don't allow a stubbornness,
To ruin a night of peaceful sleep.
Go ahead do it!
Apologize and get it over with.
'I apologize, honey.'
~You do?
YOU do?
Well...
In that case,
I do too.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Steam
Ah steam
You know it's steam
It's now been fifteen days since you've been steamed at me
And I don't want your frustration and your madness
Pushed and blamed on me
'Cos you're crazy through the day
And you're crazy through the night
And, what the hell, you've been crazy all your life
And I don't want people thinking I'm not treating you right
It's the nature of it
Steam
It's the nature of it,
Steam
When you 're saying those things
that you don't really mean
You can blame it on the rain
You can blame it on the heat
It's the nature of it
Steam
You seem to put it all on me
The sky, your health
Your dreams and your beliefs
And I seem to protect and respect everything
too naturally
Steam,
You know it's steam
More days, more days
I'm steamed in every way
I said, no way, no way,
I'm steamed in every way
You can blame it on the rain
You can blame it on the heat
It's the nature of it
Steam
It's the nature of it,
Steam
When you 're saying those things
that you don't really mean
You can blame it on the rain
You can blame it on the heat
It's the nature of it
Steam
More days, more days
I'm steamed in every way
I said, no way, no way,
I'm steamed in every way
I said more days, more days,
I'm steamed in every way
I said, no way, no way,
This is where I stay.
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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To The Misses
I try my best,
To not strike out!
It is hard to hit home runs...
When up at bat,
I'd rather sit and chat!
But the urge to accomplish,
Comes undetected.
Nothing to warn.
Or surprise as expected.
To the misses,
I apologize.
My mind sometimes...
Is not there to be profound.
It isn't there to release a confidence.
Or place with purpose,
With thoughts I can find...
That have depth of meaning.
To have others believe,
I am leaving something 'sound'!
I try my best,
To not strike out!
It is hard to hit home runs...
When up at bat,
And expectations...
I will 'deliver'.
When I'm not feeling that!
To the misses,
I apologize.
My mind sometimes...
Is not there to be profound.
Sometimes I am just 'here'...
Going through the motions!
Hoping that just appearing at bat...
Is enough to declare,
My devotion felt.
Is just 'that'!
But not at times to show,
How I feel in my heart...
When I am caring very deeply.
But I know not where to even start...
To deliver such depthness,
Without 'that' in expression...
Unprepared.
Yet to surface and fall apart!
To the misses,
I apologize.
My mind sometimes...
Is not there to be profound.
It isn't there to release a confidence.
And I admit at times,
None of that is around!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Without a Word to Be Spoken
It is important for one to be grounded.
With a solid and sound identity.
To know who one is by living the 'experience'.
Making mistakes and going through heartbreaks...
With aches and pains.
Sustain to affect emotions!
This aids the growth process.
And ushers in a maturity.
Allowing one to eventually...
Listen to others patiently with silent lips.
And perfect the raising of one eyebrow at a time.
When one discovers they have found,
That technique leaves them with a peace of mind...
Only then can it be said,
They know 'who' they are and can communicate...
Without a word to be spoken.
And left assured their respect is intact.
Even though a few may need a hint or two.
'What does the raised right eyebrow mean? '
Back off!
'Oh?
OH!
Oh...I'll catch you at a more convenient time! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days in Red
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
And moon of glowing dark
Sky deep and high
Days days days in red
Flowing on hours in night
Where love lost its flight
Once those were alright
Now they no more spark
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
Flowing memories at sight
No feeling seems now right
But love's still inside
Come come babe now close abide
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Cold Ways
Cold wars can be cold ways and are called the destination,
Created are they who are callous in case there is a finish.
Neutral nature is nastier than most nature and then most,
But cold is not heat and warmth, ugly and accused is a single person.
A window to God can shine a health too helped, no matter,
But no method in the lies of plenty, of many and above now.
Must the trodden-one describe a final health, and so on....
poem by Naveed Akram
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Just Be Glad
When there is no clear division,
Between what is right and wrong...
Deducted from an observation,
Impressed upon one's thinking process?
And petty arguments become prioritized?
Don't apologize,
When you leave these scenes to flee.
Just remember that you've witnessed,
One who does not recognize...
The depth of their mental illness.
Just be glad,
You have not become emotionally involved.
And you have done the right thing...
When you leave these scenes to flee.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement
If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?
What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?
And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?
And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?
Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '
So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.
Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!
'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.
Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Emotional Investment Made
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
There is nothing felt or I have witnessed...
That makes an apology something worthy to hear,
Again from your lips.
It's like this...
Excused exaggerations colorized by alibis,
Do not fly well in this atmosphere you wish to change!
For purposes to cement a meaningless relationship.
The only thing you have deposited,
Is superficiality.
And nothing of that I have embraced can you claim.
It's like this...
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
There is nothing felt or I have witnessed...
That makes an apology something worthy to hear,
Again from your lips to recite to capture empathy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless Amnesia Comes to Dance
Forgiveness?
I admit...
I can say it.
I suggest to others,
They should do it.
However...
In my heart,
There's a conflict.
I have no problem with,
Forgiving myself.
That took awhile for me to accept,
Doing that!
But the process and the concept?
It seems as though it is expected,
That I should do it...
Regardless of what is said or done.
By those who say they are just having fun!
At 'my' expense!
With a conscious intention directed.
And meant!
Since God knows I still have some things to work out...
I am sure He will forgive IF I am a little reluctant,
To attach the forgetting to that forgiveness!
There are 'some' situations that have happened...
I ain't forgetting, period!
Unless amnesia comes to dance with my awareness.
And I hope that is understood,
By some folks that will always be up to no good!
And somehow...
I want them reminded.
And once again...
I will be the first to forgive myself!
Praying to God for understanding...
That I could not wait for Him to give attention,
To a case that needed a decision made immediately!
With the hopes that the wings awaiting my arrival,
Will not be tainted by my actions!
That's why I am quick to apologize...
Upon delivering a surprise like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saturday Night
Written by max collins
Saturday night burns a redness on my face
I tasted you tasted me you were never my taste
Now youre left alone with precious thoughts
Of half assed half an hour stops
And talk so small I cant remember ever saying a word
Laced with thick naivete
Firm delusions cant be swayed
Tell yourself youre happy
We both know the truth
Its false behind the dirty talk the dirty sheets the sexy walk
Your eyes are closed your heart open wide and thats no good
There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing in-between
You and me that you cant see
So beg my pardon
Honestys a virtue that can hurt you let it be
The thought that counts is counting down the minutes till I leave
And when I do youll be looking for security in words
Though you know that you wont get it for the better for the worse
I apologize for me
Then Im back in a couple weeks
Im too weak to help it
Dont know how to end it
I apologize for me
song performed by by Eve 6
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Bussing to Work
Sitting on a boring bus to work,
I dream and stare and read,
grey morning light suffuses us,
we users of this beast
Stops come and go, take people on,
and deposits those who leave.
For destinations unknown,
and of no interest, to me.
Work lies ahead, sleep stays behind,
My missed compatriot.
And you are on your bus to work,
Missed more yet than that.
You sit there in your grey lit suit,
I hope you think of me
Minutes away, so close behind,
I left you on our stop.
Waking up in your arms, so warm,
Still all I want to feel
In mornings cold and busy days,
I think of you and me.
How after this long day of work,
We’ll share togetherness and then
Tomorrow morning after showering
I’ll leave you at the stop again.
poem by Kevin Linnekamp
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Nature Of The Beast
It is the key to all the doors,
It is the crashing on the shores.
It lives in your steering wheel.
It hides in the wind and rain,
With voices as cold as steel
Its calling your name
It is the smile upon his face
It is the winning of the race.
It lives in the red-alert.
It lives in the power game
Its easy to take to heart
But harder to tame
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast
It is the glowing in his eyes
It is the reason for his lies
How many know youre there
How many play your game
Hes always the man to dare
Youre always to blame
It is the need to understand
It is the trigger in his hand
It lives in the uniform
It grows from the need to gain
With faces so old and torn
Its calling your name
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Lady Of The Flowers
scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
Hows that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze.
scuse me, I apologize
Shes got vacum cleaner eyes
Suck you in
Shes got magazines, filled with pear pies
scuse me, I apologize
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.
scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
Hows that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
Her electronic haze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out.
She lays me down
She lays me.
song performed by by Placebo
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A Public Apology
Public apologies are the new confessional.
So here goes.
I apologize for not knowing where to start with my apologies.
I apologize for being tainted with the sins of Adam.
I apologize for blaming Eve for the sins of Adam.
I apologize to the Serpent, who was just following orders.
I apologize for the seductiveness of ripe apples on the Tree of Knowledge. I just didn’t know at the time.
I apologize for not taking Genesis 1 literally.
I apologize for not appreciating the allegorical significance of Genesis 1.
I apologize for blaming the Jews for crucifying Christ.
I apologize for not being quicker to blame the relevant parties for the crucifixion of Christ.
I apologize for not giving independence to America sooner.
I apologize to the Native Americans for invading their great God’s-own country.
I apologize to the Native Americans for not stopping them sooner from killing each other’s tribes.
I apologize for entering into business agreements with the chiefs of certain coastal African tribes to bring their captives from their tribal wars to resolve America’s manpower shortage.
I apologize for dwelling on the sufferings of my family in the Holocaust, without considering the mental and emotional agony of those obliged to follow orders to massacre them.
I apologize for messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not doing a better job of messing with Iraq.
I apologize for not being Politically Correct.
I apologize for being Politically Correct.
I apologize for throwing all these things in your face and encouraging you to feel complicit in my guilt.
I apologize for not apologizing sooner.
I apologize for all the things I haven’t the imagination and humanity to apologize for.
Oh to hell with it.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Speaking Terms
I apologize if my actions yesterday,
Seemed a bit petty.
I have been stressed lately.
And took that out on you.
I'm sorry.
I hope we will still be on speaking terms.
'No problem.
None at all.
You have proven...
To have more experience,
In that area than I do.
And when I witnessed that...
I learned to leave you alone.
I have forgiven AND forgotten.
And I did that within seconds.
Sure...
We can be on speaking terms.
I can do the 'hi' and you can do the 'bye'.
And on our good days...
We can switch that around!
How's that?
You want to practice it now? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attempts Made To Prevent Change
A routine affixed to descriptions of stability,
Once depicted in overtures praised...
Has not strengthened aging to crumble foundations,
Built in days to glorify values and standards.
But has stubbornly resisted,
Against a flexibility these days lived...insist.
Time has proven,
Only that which is flexible sustains and endures...
With drastic adjustments made if needed,
Enabling innovative proactive actions consideration,
To continue forward with a pace that stays,
Current and updated to appreciate.
Reassuring those still left afraid....
That a future faced must let go of a grasp,
Wishing to maintain the relevance...
Of a quickly fading and dieing past.
And any attempts made to prevent change,
Will not or can it as is...in ignorance, forever last.
Reviewing to revisit and remininsce the past,
Would better serve a cost effectiveness...
If left to exhibit in museums.
Isn't that the purpose for them?
To visit and review what is on display...
Then to leave what has been exhibited when finished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Greed For All Golden Eggs!
Furious attacks by Nature as earthquakes and storms,
Heart breaking scenes, are horrible imprints in mind!
Why is Nature so harsh to mankind remaining calm long?
Many poets have appreciated its beauty, grandeur, mercy
Almost to the level of Supreme Creator of all everywhere!
But Nature shows its other face though Moon hides ever!
Materialist man has taken for granted Nature's love for all
Just us we all breathing air forget ourselves of its existence!
Perhaps that's the case Nature shows its wrath of its presence!
Nay, man's blunder in exploiting natural resources beyond limit
Without any sense of recycling them at all and selling farms
For urbanisation of villages Nature shows its wrath so harsh!
Instead of thanking Nature's generous gesture man destroys
All like the greedy man who killed goose to take all golden eggs!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Love Lies In Ruin
love lies in ruin
love lies in ruin
love lies in ruin
love lies in ruin
leave if you want
if you can decide
leave if you believe in paradise
and stay if you must
if you'll trust my highs
stay, never leave, never go
my love lies in ruin
and better still my heart has ceased to care for anyone
you want to seize her
then tell her that you love her so
testify to all that i have ever felt for this girl
so walk on the wing
on the faith of desire
walk thru this place
as if your own
and leave as a friend
as a will that won't bend
leave as you would again
thru all the seasons
that i lived, i know i'm exiled
i testify to all that i had ever felt
as a child
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
to all i denied
i resist and i cursed
to all let me say
thank you so
for love is my way
is the path i choose
for love ever young may i feel
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
my love lies in ruin
song performed by by Zwan
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Nature's Sorrow
The soft sandgrains on the beach.
Pressed against my feet.
I feel nature.
I feel its touch,
its warmth.
It covers me like a cocoon,
Like I belong,
To nature too.
But I looked from head to toe-
The extravagant clothes and jewellery
And at-
the floating plastics on the sea enjoying
a great ride at nature's expense
Do we belong to nature,
Or-
Do they belong to us?
Just at that time,
Nature cried,
Its tears drenching me of remorse.
I cried too,
Hot tears mixing with the cold, acidic rain.
But nature couldn't see me,
Enveloped among the dark clouds,
Crying its heart out.
Yet I hope,
Among the skies,
that it could least feel it.