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If The Playing Field Was Leveled

If the playing field was leveled,
And those with skills were playing the game...
There would be fewer less disappointed people,
Observed wasting their time, resources and patience.
And bored out of their minds.
While the ones with no apparent talent,
Continue to strike out at everyone's expense.
But...
Are cheered on to convince they too,
Can eventually become great...
If given the opportunity to hit just ONE ball,
Without a fouling to strike out...
Each time they get to hold the bat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Historically You Know This

Tactics used,
To maneuver your way into portraying yourself...
As a better qualified human being than me,
Through the devisive use of corruption, deceit...
And the calculated infusion of mental abuse,
Has resulted in your exhaustion.

You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
You provide me with mental candy.

On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!

That's why your apparent deadend,
Has you rushing to find 'something' of validity...
To divert attention,
Away from insecurities you wish would leave...
To continue doing the mocking done you do of me.
To further falsify your abilities.

You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
I have never met an obstacle,
I did not find intriguing.

On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
No one could be 'that' naïve...
About a fact based reality faced and believed.
But then again...
Tactics used,
Are not always on the surface...
To be observed!

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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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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Thunder & Lightning

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Your Game

I see you floating it constantly
You're making me feel like you and I could be real
But then you're flipping the game
You walk away and turn your back baby
Stop treading on me baby
Cos I'm mystified
And you know I've tried
I just can't get through to you
Chorus:
What you gonna do
I don't know
What you gonna say
I ain't sure
Always the same
All the time
Every day
Played my mind
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
Ain't no doubt about it x4
I've taken all that I can
I've given to you my all
But you don't seem to respond baby
Oh I can't stand all this waiting
Cos I can't stand all this waiting
Cos my patience is fading
Pretty soon I'll be gone
Let's rectify it
You can't deny it
The way that you feel for me
Tell me
Repeat Chorus
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
No more, no more
No more wasted time
Playing your game
I've seen this all before
Time and time, no way
Cos I'm mystified
You know that I've tried
I just can't get through to you
Repeat Chorus x2
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
No more, no more
No more wasted time
Playing your game
I've seen this all before
Time
Ain't no doubt about it x4

song performed by by Will Young
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Top Notch In Any Game

A leveling done on a playing field,
Open to anyone with skills to advance.
To enhance!
Sems to be distant from the doing,
Since those who could prove themselves...
With honesty and talent to expose,
Those 'top-notch-in-any-game' poses...
Are easily seduced by a drugging done,
To egos hard to leave off the field of play.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Playing With The Boys

Id say it was the right time
To walk away
When dreaming takes you nowhere
Its time to play
Bodies working overtime
Your money dont matter
The clock keeps ticking
When someones on your mind
Im moving in slow motion
Feels so good
Its a strange anticipation
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Bodies working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby whos ahead in the game
Funny but its always the same
Playing, playing with the boys
Playing, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Said it was the wrong thing
For me to do
I said its just a boys game
Girls play too
My heart is working overtime
In this kind of game
People get hurt
Im afraid that someone is me
If you want to find me, Ill be
Playing, playing with the boys
Staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
I dont want to be the moth around your fire
I dont want to be obsessed by my desire
Im ready, Im leaving
Ive seen enough
...with the boys
Ive seen enough
You play too rough
Playing, playing with the boys
Ill be staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Playing with the boys
Playing
Playing
Playing
Playing

song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Surgical Strike

Its lonely in the field
That we send our fighters to wander
They leave with minds of steel
Its their training solution
Weve programmed the way
It leads us to order
Theres no turning back
A surgical strike
Weve taught them not to feel
Performance is their task
A surgical strike
Its time is arriving now for you
The plan for the day
Will be swift as the lightning they harness
The atom display is not mindless illusion
At master control, assessment will not
Be by humans-theres no turning back
A surgical strike
Weve taught them not to feel
Performance is their task
A surgical strike
Its time is arriving now for you

song performed by by Queensryche
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To Dust Up

As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.

And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.

Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zinnedine Zidane

One of the all time great players a head butt to an opponents chest caused him shame
And with such a cloud hanging over him he retires from the World game
A magician with the soccer ball his likes we may not see again
He will always be remembered as the great Zinnedine Zidane.

'Twas an alleged personal insult that got him all fired up
And with his dismissal went the great dream of France's second World cup
But he will be remembered and football fans will long recall
One of the all time masters of the World game of football.

For one moment of loss of self discipline he must wear a lifetime taint
But is there one amongst us who can claim to be a saint
You will not find many people despite what some might say
Who will turn the other cheek and from insult walk away.

For his skills a lasting impression on so many he did make
And his deeds on the football field from him one cannot take
He will always be remembered as an all time great
In the World game of football with the very best he rate.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Golf-Slow Torture by Handicap

Golf is such a silly game
The less you play it-The greater the fame
But not alas for your average punter
Who stalks the long grass, more like a hunter.
He really isn't playing at all
Half the time he's looking for his ball.
Head always moving(if not hanging in shame)
The ball stays still, so the players to blame.
As more and more strokes we amass
Mainly playing from the longest grass
Temper flaming and words quite blue!
Are you sure this is the game for you?
The just one shot, that you do not thin
And look! Your nearest the pin
Bringing the fame that you seek
Ensuring your return, and the dream
That you will do better - next week!!!

poem by Keith Oldrey
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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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A Great Player!

Is man playing with Nature?
Or Nature playing with man?
Man by his mind wants all;
He wants all under his control.
But can man control Nature?
Action and reaction are equal!
The more man plays with Nature
The more Nature replies by play!
Winter snow is too much for man;
Summer heat is too much for man;
Why have they become too much?
Man has meddled with resources
Nature has provided for man
And the reaction of Nature is high!
Rules of game man has to learn;
Then only he can win in the game;
Until then Nature is the great player!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Croquet by Moonlight

On a moonlight evening, in the month of May,
A number of young people were playing at croquet,
They mingled together, the bashful with the gay,
And had a pleasant time and chat, while playing at croquet.

CHORUS:

This play they call croquet, croquet,
This play they call croquet,
It is amusement for the young,
This play they call croquet.

On that pleasant evening, the moon shone clear and bright,
And every heart among that crowd was filed with great delight.
It was a merry party, for lady Dell was there
Her merry laugh above the rest was heard by all, so fair.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

She was the belle that evening, admired by great and small,
And all the boys liked to play with the girl and blue ball.
She was a splendid player, so lively and so gay,
For she was skilled in playing that pleasant game croquet.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

Two young men among them, that loved this pretty Dell;
Although I write about them, their names I will not tell.
They were fine young fellows, so bashful, and yet so gay;
They tried to beat the girl that with the blue ball play.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

Ah! with those handsome fellows, Dell thought she'd have some fun,
"The one of you that'll catch me, may see me safely home."
The play began in earnest, between those fine young men,
To catch the girl with the blue ball, was impossible for them.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

She went around the play-ground, so full of life and gay,
She left them at the farther arch, so she beat them at croquet.
It was late that evening, and as I went away,
I know not how they came out, in that pleasant game, croquet.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

So croquet by moonlight is pleasant, as you see,
For business cares were laid aside, in that little company.
So playing at croquet, croquet, so playing at croquet,
It is amusement for the young folks, this play of croquet.

poem by Julia A Moore
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A gamer playing finds another way

A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.

One trained to charm,
Only becomes accustomed...
To using the same devices.
Shown early that whatever works...
Delivers to satisfy with desired 'perks'.
To please with the releasing of sighs,
At the expense of one duped...
With tears to drip as the gamer delights.

A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.

And,
If one is seen to be agonized...
THAT is the affect the game player expects!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Greatest

Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat.
Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred.
Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.
Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says,"I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one last time.
And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might
The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three.
Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
Says, "I am the greatest,that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Coming For Them To An End

No one can protect themselves,
Or what it is they do to others...
With the assistance of ignorance.

Nor can those who are rich,
Continue to hoard the World's resources...
By declaring the existence of shortages.

The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.

And those who refuse to acknowledge truth,
By a blocking it with attempts to see it stopped...
Have no more opportunities to get out of the way.

It is pointless for those to gather with others,
Of similar sensibilities...
To debate with a wasting of time,
A defending of a hold they have on their ignorance...
To prove they are out of their minds.
Few are seeking to define the obvious.

The time for those unseen who rule,
Is coming for them to an end...
Today to expose them.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Remembered For What It Is And Missed

Knowing the business of one's talent helps,
After establishing a recognition.
It is not the fact that one gains attention,
That a gift is remembered when it is presented.
It is the timelessness of content.
And one's ability to perceive,
From where that talent comes...
To one who has received it from a birth given.

To acknowledge a tree and admire its leaves,
To then disregard its roots...
Is a foolish position one should never take.

People become curious when one's talent is exposed.
But only those who are about the genuineness,
Of their talents from a business sense...
Continue to work on it all their lives.
And the growth and blooming of it shows to others,
Who enjoy the taste of it over and over again.
Since the quality of it never diminishes,
When remembered for what it is and missed.

And a true talent that is,
Never becomes subjected to standards lowered...
By those who excel,
In limited beliefs...
That a game pf playing a battle of wits,
Is part of it!
It isn't.
Not in this genre!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)

PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009

People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over

I could walk this fine line between elation and success,
but we all know which way I'm going to go
strike the stake between my chest
Well "You have to prove yourself"
You'll have to prove it to me.
So now you're waiting up for him
You're wasting time every time
I can't do it by myself
(repeat)
I can't wake up to these reminders of who I am:
A failure of everything, 18 going on extinct
I know my place it's nowhere you should roam.
So now you're waiting up for him
You're wasting time every time
I can't do it by myself
(repeat)

song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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If The Playing Field Was Leveled

Related quotes

Historically You Know This

Thunder And Lightning

Thunder & Lightening

Thunder & Lightning

Your Game

Top Notch In Any Game

Playing With The Boys

Surgical Strike

To Dust Up

Zinnedine Zidane

Golf-Slow Torture by Handicap

From The Field Where The Game Is Played

A Great Player!

Croquet by Moonlight

A gamer playing finds another way

The Greatest

Coming For Them To An End

When Remembered For What It Is And Missed

People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)

Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over

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