Impresses Only An Imprint Placed
To breathe to eat to sit.
To wish and want,
Without a finger to lift...
Or desire that burns.
Impresses only an imprint placed,
On a lazy fat ass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lazy Sunbathers
A world war
Was announced
Days ago
But they didnt know
The lazy sunbathers
The lazy sunbathers
The sun burns through
To the planets core
And it isnt enough
They want more
Nothing
Appears
To be
Between the ears of
The lazy sunbathers
Too jaded
To question stagnation
The sun burns through
To the planets core
And it isnt enough
They want more
Religions fall
Children shelled
...children shelled ? thats all
Very well, but would you
Please keep the noise
Down low ?
Because youre waking
The lazy sunbathers ...
Oh, the lazy sunbathers
The lazy sunbathers
song performed by by Morrissey
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Inactivity Created
Lazy.
A feast of ignorance,
Has fed them well.
Lazy.
Delusionists speak of their triumphs.
Glorify in imaginations.
Party in their sweat.
Yet few work...
To where they need to get!
Lazy.
Creatures seeking credentials.
But absent of common sense.
Lazy.
Exhausted from thoughts!
With no intent meant.
Lazy.
Approached to verify all they claim.
And when there is nothing there...
They play the blame game.
Accusing some of being 'lucky' in life...
And every excuse they use is lame.
Lazy.
They watch a way of life diminish.
Lazy.
They wish their fantasies replenished.
Lazy.
But when a working ethic isn't there to be done,
They point a finger at everyone.
And more like them are relieved...
So many like them believe,
If it had not been for someone else...
Success they too could achieve.
But those who bust their butts can see...
These folks appreciate,
Only another pretention they can make!
And taking time to waste.
But don't call them...
Lazy.
That's a word they hate!
But keep dates with it to salivate...
An inactivity created!
There is no debate,
To contemplate this observation.
They are without hesitation of doubt...
Lazy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazy People
Lazy is as lazy does,
Which is do nothing really,
Coz Lazy is as always does,
Make us do nothing freely.
Lazy people are no crazy people.
Lazy people are truly smart people.
Fast tricks, short fix type of people.
So Lazy has it's good and bad,
Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.
We have our lazy days,
We have our lazy ways.
Do you qualify the breed?
Bring your eyes to feed,
On lazy poems, read.
Lazy Lightnin
Lazy lightnin sleepy fire in your eyes its like desire in disguise
I keep on tryin but i, I cant get through
Lazy lightnin Id like to find the proper potion
Thats gonna capture your emotion
Youre right beside me but i, I cant get through
Youre a loop of lazy lightnin, just a loop of lazy lightnin
Must admit youre kinda frightnin but you really get me high
So exciting, when I hear your velvet thunder,
You seem so near I start to wonder
Would you come closer if, if I asked you to?
So inviting, the way youre messing with my reason
Its an exception but its pleasing
Tell me a lie and I will swear, Ill swear its true.
Youre a loop of lazy lightnin (lazy lightnin)
Just a loop of lazy lightnin (lazy lightnin)
Must admit youre kinda frightening
Just a loop of lazy lightnin
Put the fire in my eyes (lightnin) put the fire every time (lightnin)
Put the fire in my heart (lightnin) well come on lazy lightning.
Just a loop of lazy lightning
Misty lightning, well you always electrify me
Someday I know youll satisfy me
And all that lightnin will be my lightnin too.
My lightnin too. (my lightnin too)
Just a loop of lazy lightnin (my lightnin too)
My lightnin too. (my lightnin too)
Just a loop of lazy lightnin (my lightnin too)
My lightnin too. (my lightnin too)
Oh come on lazy lightnin (my lightnin too)
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Barometric Pressure
Twin brass helm wheels, (like Gilligan’s) , gilded, not for
steering, Airguide
imprint in elegant cursive, the thermometer part long inactive.
“It doesn’t work, ” big brother said, “it’s indoors.”
Relative Humidity and Barometric Pressure tracked while
seeping thru the Screen to the
Sill, the daily variation between black and lazy red finger suggesting- @
least as presciently as Bob O’Wrill or Willard Scott- “Nor’easters” &
“thunder boomers” &
those suffocating summer days when
fans and flies hum, dipping in
warning (along w/
double-knee pain- one the instant replay of a
softball tumble; the other an inflamed echo of mis-
spent love) rising in
relief, spiraling thru
New Year’s & Easter, a thin crack in
the glass reflecting
adjustment of the lazy finger,4th of July to
X-mas, back again, ever-
winding, brass (w/ a
hint of rust) auguries tacitly measuring—thru
hopeful, hectic puberty on into harried,
hopeful middle-
age, amid real, imagined, even notreal news
cycles at once warning of & laughing off
hammer & sickle,
global gas, crescent-shaped hate a la
mode- the pressure that singles each day.
poem by Cretan Maineiac
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Sonnet: God, Imprint Thy Holy Cross
Imprint Thy Holy Cross on my forehead!
And let my face look ugly to the world;
And let my life become a thorny-bed;
And let me pass my days thus God, till old.
Imprint Thy Holy Cross onto my heart!
And let my thoughts be free of sinful shade;
And let their earthly tones from them depart;
And let me spend my life thus God and fade!
Imprint Thy holy Cross onto my soul!
And let its sanctity fill up its space;
And let Thy grace guide me onto my goal;
And let me have always a Heav’nly gaze!
Imprint Thy Holy Cross all through my life!
And let me not forget it ev’n in strife.
poem by John Celes
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Lazy Wind
Lazy wind
Slow wind
Cannot lift
My little kite
My kite is rumbling
Above my head
It may fall
At any time
Oh! lazy wind
Slow wind
Go home
And be strong
Come again
With a bang
To lift my
Little kite.
poem by Dilipbhasker Mathra
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So Clear It 'Mints' My Senses
The pine scented trees,
Impresses an image...
So clear it 'mints' my senses.
Perhaps it is the Fall that does this?
With the promise that comes,
Along with those holidays gone
And missed.
As the temperature cools...
And the turning of the leaves,
Seem to be in a rhythm swaying,
Ever so gently.
The wrapping of gifts,
Or just the pleasantness that appeals...
To a healing unsolicited,
And received with anticipated acceptedness.
As the blowing of a brisk wind...
Wished to never end,
With such a majestic breeze...
Blending this scene seamlessly.
To receive and enhale to freely breathe.
And deeply.
The pine scented trees,
Impresses an image...
So clear it 'mints' my senses.
So involved with it...
Quickly I cement my committment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazy Man's Song
I have got patronage, but am too lazy to use it;
I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.
My house leaks; I am too lazy to mend it.
My clothes are torn; I am too lazy to darn them.
I have got wine, but am too lazy to drink;
So it's just the same as if my cellar were empty.
I have got a harp, but am too lazy to play;
So it's just the same as if it had no strings.
My wife tells me there is no more bread in the house;
I want to bake, but am too lazy to grind.
My friends and relatives write me long letters;
I should like to read them, but they're such a bother
to open.
I have always been told that Chi Shu-yeh1
Passed his whole life in absolute idleness.
But he played the harp and sometimes transmuted metals,
So even he was not so lazy as I
With An Infectious Likability
If an intelligence was based upon,
The reflection of one's competence...
There would be few elected to leadership positions.
Since the requirements would ensure...
A proving of a thought process.
Instead of how one impresses,
With an infectious likability.
And how one stylishly is dressed.
To later prove no mental depth,
That benefits an waiting to satisfy expectations.
'The look and dress certainly impresses.
But the incompetence shown...
Embarrasses those who can not hide their distress.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The ring and finger
the finger seems a little relieved
the pudgy finger can now breathe at ease
it was bound by an unending ring
decayed was the skin beneath.
years have left a paler skin
where the ring held its unending agony
while the fingers have grown
dark, ugly and chubby.
it had seen better days
when they fit more comfortably
when moments were not measured by the watch
or its worth in worthless pennies
so the eternal question is raised
the ring or the finger to blame
why did the finger grow so fat
why has the ring tried not to change?
poem by Kiran Prasad
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Wrapped Around Your Finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
I cant see the best in me
That you saw
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it's fruition.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
Then you'll find your servant is your master,
And you'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
You'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger
song performed by by Underoath
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Adage # 4
you come to the point of this dead-end
numb, you do not move any finger you do not point any finger to anybody
lazy, you do not till any patch of green you begin to hate the soil you do not
appreciate, you do not like any bee, you do not like anything fluttering
hopeless, you do not speak any language, you do not hear any music of anybody, you stay there, just stay there, freezing
silence is too cold like ice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quintetto
[To the tune of "Turning, turning, turning, as wheel goes round."]
RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERSTAMP:
Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse
Interpreted to mean the public purse.
From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!
Who would not be ensconced in thy snug corner
THE FIVE:
While round the public board all eagerly we linger,
for what we can get we will try, try, try:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. FEATHERNEST:
By my own poetic laws, I'm a dealer in applause
For those who don't deserve it, but will buy, buy
So round the court I linger, and thus I get a finget
A finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. VAMP:
My share of pie to win, I will dash through thick and thin
And philosophy and liberty shall fly, fly, fly:
And truth and taste shall know, that their eve Iasting foe
Has a finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. KILLTHEDEAD:
I'll make my verses rattle with the din of war and battle,
For war doth increase sa-la-ry, ry, ry:
And I'll shake the public ears with the triumph of Algiers,
And thus I ll get a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. PAPERSTAMP:
And while you thrive by ranting, I'll try my luck at canting,
And scribble verse and prose all so dry, dry, dry:
And Mystic's patent smoke public intellect shall choke,
Arld we ll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
We'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. ANYSIDE ANTIJACK:
My tailor is so clever, that my coat will turn for ever,
And take any colour you can dye, dye, dye:
For all my earthly wishes are among the loaves and fishes,
And to have my little finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Something Done That Establishes Trust
In establishing a relationship,
It is important to be consistent about 'something'...
That impresses.
It can be compared to starting a new job!
Coming in late...
Says one thing.
Making excuses...
Says another.
Lieing?
That is a no-no!
And not showing up at all...
Well,
Can get one replaced!
In establishing a relationship,
It is important to be consistent about 'something'...
That impresses.
Something that without a doubt says,
'I am extremely interested in what has begun.'
Something done that establishes trust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its A Fire
Its a fire
These dreams they pass me by
This salvation I desire
Keeps getting me down
Cos we need to
Recognise mistakes
For time and again
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail.... ...
Cos this life is a farce
I cant breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, sister breathe on
From this oneself
Testify or tell
Its fooling us now
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail...
Cos this life is a farce
I cant breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, little sister, breathe on
Ohh so breathe on, little sister, like a fool
song performed by by Portishead
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Love Burns
See what you do
You make me act so crazy
I'm overcome, I know
Stealin' my own show
For your love
And who am I now, Clown or Casanova
I'm never sure with you
And what more can I do
For your love burns
Warmer than you know
When love burns,
Never let it go away
And where do we go
Find a road to lead us
I'm searching in your eyes
A world beyond the skies
For your love burns
Brighter than you know
When love burns,
Never let it go away
Love burns
Brighter than you know
Oh, love burns
Never let it go away
Love burns when the spirit is wounded
Cut deep by the sound of rejection
Love burns in the soul of the seeker
Blue shadows in every direction
Love burns when the heart is uncovered
In the rage of the coldly storm
Love burns
Through the night and the morning
Till the frozen heart is warm
Love burns
Love burns
Love burns
Love burns
(Tom HensleyAlan Lindgren)
Album: On They Way To The Sky
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Touch
There's a fire in the sky
The stars are burning
Like this passion tonight
Slowly stirring
You and I
A way we've never known
Now we're here alone
You're the one in my life and
Nothing matters
More to me on this night than
Learning how do I love you
Til the morning light
Baby you and I
Hold me close
Fill me breathe
Touch my heart
Set it free and love will lead us
Lay me down
Lift me up
Feel the power
Every time we touch
Don't we wait all our lives
For such a moment
Soul to soul, eye to eye
And all our colors run
Toward one
Til there's no dividing light
Between you and I
Hold me close
Fill me breathe
Touch my heart
Set it free and love will lead us
Lay me down Lift me up
Feel the power
Every time we touch
Hold onto water
Hold to the tide
Love is an ocean
Love washes over
For you and I
As we dream
On the sea of desire
Hold me close
Fill me breath
Touch my hear
Set me free and love will lead us
Lay me down
Lift me up
Feel the power
Every time we touch
I have waited all my life
For this moment
For this moment
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Can't Put My Finger On It
Is it alive, does it writhe
Can it survive under the sun?
I can't put my finger on it.
Is it green, is it red
Is it alive or is it dead
I can't put my finger on it
Scathe with a lathe
All the days in the past
I can't put my finger on it
Is it brown, is it white
Is it really outta sight
I can't put my finger on it
Can it squeal, does it squirm
If it's fresh will it burn?
I can't put my finger on it
Can it fly, will it try
If the wings are still wet?
I can't put my finger on it
Can it heal, is it real
Can it feel the threads of time?
I can't put my finger on it
Does it glow, will it shine
Does it leave a trail of slime
I can't put my finger on it
Are you surprised when I touch the dwarf inside?
(Repeat three times)
(Repeat first verse
song performed by by Ween
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Lazy Jane
Lazy
lazy
lazy
lazy
lazy
lazy
J ane.
She
wants
a
drink
of
water
so
she
waits
and
waits
and
waits
and
waits
and
waits
for
it
to
rain.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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