In Agreement With Your Assessment
Perception?
I am aware of your needs.
You announce them,
On a daily basis.
Rejection?
I am not the one,
To manifest your pain.
Or wave a banner to claim it mine.
And not a guilt trip will you stick me with...
As you take my time to whine!
Accept my disconnection,
As a sign of the times...
To release in your ear...
My clearing you out of my mind.
Can you hear me freeing myself of static?
How about the sound,
Of my unpacking of your baggage?
Remember when I carried that on my back?
It is being returned.
I am not your butler, housekeeper...
Babysitter or surrogate weeper.
Imperfection?
I am totally in agreement with your assessment.
And that part of me,
You will never have to see again.
Isn't it refreshing...
To know we are both progressing?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am In Total Agreement With Your Assessment
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is difficult to live with limited funds.
Budgeting to pay for shelter, food and utilities.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is difficult to witness others live being deprived.
While their lives are being ignored.
And/or exploited in a hussle to keep them needy.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
So many now are forced to descend from high horses.
And getting a taste for the first time,
How life is lived without good credit scores.
Or multiple opportunities coming to knock at their doors.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
Very few are not so quick to pass judgement these days.
And knowing from my own experience...
How to remove myself from someone stunned.
Learning they too have become shunned and 'thumbed'
By the very same ones they supported,
At the expense of their own inhumanity.
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
But do not believe,
I am here empathetic and prepared to embrace your pain.
I've already been numbed by your reaction to mine.
I see nothing in that to aid my benefit with gain.
Like I said...
I am in total agreement with your assessment.
It is so vivid.
As if I'm still living it with too much acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surrogate
You give me your brightest smile
Your hands are warm to mine
It is almost a perfect romance
But I'm just the surrogate
I should not even feel
It's not me you imagine
You only need a replacement
I'm just a substitute
To cover your truly desire
You always have the shadow
That avoid you to be responsible
You often give me a false hope
But I'm just the surrogate
You never want me for real
I'll follow your act
My smile still won't crack
I'm ready for the impact
With everything on track
I'll be good
I'll be very very good
I'll follow your mood
Though maybe it is not always good
You shout so harsh and cramp
Your words insult my mind
It is nearly a killing time
But I'm just the surrogate
I know that you don't mean it
I'm not the one you see
You only need a release
I'm just a simple distraction
Easy to be abandoned
You ask me to tell it plain
Your eyes beg me to understand
It looks like a good agreement
But I'm just the surrogate
My truth is always on the seal
I'll be obedient
I'll show my acceptance
I'll adapt with your sense
Even it is out of insane
I'll be the fool
I'll be your perfect tool
I'll move like a doll
Who doesn't have any goal
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Selection
Misdirection
Your perception
My Conception
Resurrection
Imperfection
Her collection
His reflection
Disconnection
poem by Paul H Nelson
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Your love is wicked (parody)
(with apology to Koos A. Kombuis)
When you are crying
I want to strive
to be in your shadow
to feel the pain in everything,
every morning when I rise
I stumble over my bed
and chest of drawers
and when I have nausea from drinking
then I only want to eat
when you are with me,
at times I want to taste you
like wild berries
and even in my dark moods
I want to fall
deep into you
I want to make you stop
when you whisper
about the words
of evil sailors
and I want to go along
when you walk the streets
as a part of your neuroses
your favour is almost honourable
and totally unrestrained
your honour is without guilt
blinded by sin,
blinded without comfort,
blinded from love
and totally immoral
yesterday just like you
I went astray
in your urges
for a long time
with a lot of skeletons
without any phobias
or songs
it teems with LSD
and you tell
without asking
and the message that I am getting,
is that you are
a sweet mother in Africa
I curse
at every sign
of another guy
that fits over you,
I curse
just now
when I was shaking
your favour is almost honourable
and totally unrestrained
your honour is without guilt
blinded by sin,
blinded without comfort,
blinded from love
and totally immoral
It’s a sweet-berry daybreak
that is happening while we are together
its cry out upon cry out
without any point in mind
and why the hell
are you going home
while immorality eats you up?
I want to show you pain
deep in my heart
but you have got to wait
and nobody else
may hold onto you,
the old guy is upon you
with your applause
but he’s not holding
unto your buttocks
I want to make you stop
when you whisper
about the words
of evil sailors
and I want to go along
when you walk the streets
as a part of your neuroses
your favour is almost honourable
and totally unrestrained
your honour is without guilt
blinded by sin,
blinded without comfort,
blinded from love
and totally immoral.
poem by Gert Strydom
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This Sensitivity Business
When I think of me and myself and I...
I am often quite surprised,
By the little attention I give...
To being that kind of guy.
I've been accused of being self centered,
Many times.
But nothing I have done can define me that way.
Although, I admit, I did one time 'try'.
I tried to feel that I am 'all' that.
I even got up one morning,
Promising myself no one else would matter.
Prepared with a list of accomplishments to announce.
With a printing of them on flyers so they would scatter.
Boring!
Within twenty-four hours other folks were on my mind.
After I spent a day observing 'them'.
And losing myself within creative intentions to complete...
Some activity that would influence the undoing,
A lack of concern and the misery many find.
Oh...
This sensitivity business,
Is not cool with me sometimes.
I often awaken thinking what it would be like,
To have only wining and dining on my mind all the time.
With a clock to beat...
Thinking of retirement as I laid on some beach.
And 'if' I didn't accept early in my life,
That it wasn't all about me...
I'd be contributing to complaints on a daily basis,
Doing that as my contribution to community outreach.
I'm blessed to hear from others...
I perceive much better off with time to do that.
Since I am blessed to be self centered free...
And not have limitation on my mind as a trap!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember The Time
Do you remember
When we fell in love
We were young
And innocent then
Do you remember
How it all began
It just seemed like heaven
So why did it end?
Do you remember
Back in the fall
Wed be together
All day long
Do you remember
Us holding hands
In each others eyes
Wed stare
(tell me)
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Do you remember
How we used to talk
(ya know)
Wed stay on the phone
At night till dawn
Do you remember
All the things we said like
I love you so
Ill never let you go
Do you remember
Back in the spring
Every morning birds would sing
Do you remember
Those special times
Theyll just go on and on
In the back of my mind
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met girl
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Those sweet memories
Will always be dear to me
And girl no matter what was said
I will never forget what we had
Now baby
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Remember the times
Ooh
Remember the times
Do you remember girl
Remember the times
On the phone you and me
Remember the times
Till dawn, two or three
What about us girl
Remember the times
Do you. do you, do you,
Do you, do you
Remember the times
In the park, on the beach
Remember the times
You and me in spain
Remember the times
What about, what about...
Remember the times
Ooh... in the park
Remember the times
After dark..., do you, do you, do you
Remember the times
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Remember the times
Yeah yeah
Remember the times
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Many Are The People
I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.
I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.
And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.
But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.
Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're A Part Of Me
Make me feel the way you used to
when you loved me so.
Take me back to all those times
you hated to see me go.
Those are the memories I live for now.
'Can't get them out of my mind.
The more I try to forget them,
the more they're there I find.
Because you are a part of me,
you're the part that no one else can be.
For they could never make me
feel like this or make me miss
every little thing you are to me.
Let me hear your voice so low
whispering in my ear.
Tell me that your love's still there,
words I still can hear.
I remember every word you said.
I remember each sweet sound.
They never seem to leave me.
They've always stayed around.
Because you are a part of me,
you're the part that no one else can be.
For they could never make me
feel like this or make me miss
every little thing you are to me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Mine Again
I remember when you used to be mine
Way back when
I was too naive to love you right
But now if I only had the opportunity
I would do anything
Because my heart still believes
[chorus]
Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life
It's irrelevant to dwell on the past
I'm accountable for what went bad
And I mean that
But I keep on praying for another chance
Just to have you back
Cause I've grown
And I know how to be your everything
[chorus]
Maybe you could be mind again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life
No, no it ain't over yet
I just can't accept the possibility
We weren't made for each other's arms
I know you're my destiny
We can't erase what was meant to be
Part of you and part of me
If we try one more time
Maybe somehow we'll survive
Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Boy maybe we could bring it back
Maybe we could bring it back
Maybe we could bring it back to...
Life
Maybe you could be mine
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Let It Go...Part One
Have you been forgiven?
Have you looked inside,
To release those burdens of guilt?
Overcomed with anxiety...
Being torned from the presentation of goodwill,
And a secret to wallow in filth to fulfill?
That's a lot of weight to carry,
Feeling those demons you'd like to bury!
And if it that can be done...
Forgive yourself for being tempted and overrun.
Release and relax...
You're holding up your own blessings!
By keeping them held back.
Free your mind and find life more interesting.
God knows what's going on with you!
That's why you are here!
On this Earth God made appear.
What are you fearing?
You're the one that has been interfering!
You 'have' to let it go...
And God will do what needs to be done!
Forgive yourself for whatever It is.
It is easier to be negative...
Than to do those things that are positive!
You are not the only one...
Who is tired of finding misery thrilling,
And suffering fun!
Those things can long be undone!
Forgive yourself.
Let it go...that should be part one.
Or your blessings will not come!
You're the one complaining of the load...
That keeps you tense as if to explode!
As if that's how it's done,
When God says, 'To My Kingdom come! '
There can not be a part two.
Especially if it is not with you!
Let it go...part one.
Release yourself from sorrows.
Enjoy who you are and have some fun!
God commands this trip and wrote the script.
Why do you insist and demand...
Such a tragic way to exit?
Let it go.
Let Him show you the way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contract In Love
written by Lamont Dozier, Janie Bradford, & Brian Holland
(c) 1962 Jobete Music Co., Inc. (ASCAP)
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign it
Sign it
Sign it
Sign it
You say you love me
And I believe it's true
But before I let myself go
Here's what you've got to do
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
You've got to sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
My contract on love
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Write it in your heart
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
That you'll never do anything
To ever make us part
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Yeah, I know it may seem strange to you
Yeah, but I've lost a love so many times before
Yeah, and now that I know the score
No one's gonna hurt me no more
And I'm takin' all my chances with romances
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So just sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Right here on this dotted line
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Where it says you'll be mine, all mine
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Until the end of time
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So come on, come on, come on, and
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, right here on this line
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign my contract on love
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
FADE
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Two Days
its been nothing but truth from the begining
but nothing but lies is how its ending
it took two days to arrive
why would you do this, why
'You really hurt them', this is all you fault
little phone conversations
to make sure i knew what she was thinking
go to the bathroom
she would follow
hotel room
her sleep was shallow
erica tried to talk
but mom continued to walk up
i know who hurt my sister
i've always kinda know he was a bastered
mom was so bitchy
so we sat quitely
guilt after guilt trip
trying to make it stick
telling me what to do
and what not to say
i don't havemuch time
music up loud thats my sign
mom continued to say
'Bill hung his ass'
and'i'm talking my life back'
i didn't let it show, how guilty i really felt
to get people involved
for them feel the rath of mom
theres not much to tell
it was just a living hell
the only giult i feel
is for the pain i caused, to the ones i love, for thats real
this was my battle from the beginning
and it will be until the end
the pain that people are holding now
is why i was always the ONLY ONE to try and find my way out
now i got to go
every so offten i'll leave a post
poem by Playdough Person
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Peaceable Kingdom
A waive toward the clearing the sky
All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view
A billion other voices are spreading other news
All this time we're living and trying to understand
Why a billion other choices are making their demands
Talk of a peaceable kingdom
Talk of a time without fear
The ones we wish would listen
Are never going to hear
Justice against the hanged man
Knight of Wands against the hour
Swords against the kingdom
Time against the tower
All this time we're shuffling and laying out all our cards
While a billion other dealers are slipping past our guards
All this time we're hoping and praying we all might learn
While a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burn
Dream of a peaceable kingdom
Dream of a time without war
The ones we wish would hear us
Have heard it all before
A wave toward the clearing sky
A wave toward the clearing sky
The hermit against the lovers
Or the devil against the fool
Swords against the kingdom
The wheel against the rules
All this time we're burning like bonfires in the dark
A billion other blazes are shooting off their sparks
Every spark a drifting ember of desire
To fall upon the earth and spark another fire
A homeward angel on the fly
A wave toward the clearing sky
song performed by by Rush
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You Must Be New and Doing This Part-Time?
I am not concerned,
About the time you waste...
In research of my past.
Or the efforts that you take,
To uncover blemishes and scars.
I did not just arrive from unconsciousness.
I'm inside this 'vehicle'
And have maneuvered through all of it!
And do not believe I am not aware.
Long before you made 'this' discovery...
Every piece of it has been mine.
And even a blind man will realize,
It was I who put it there.
So you have no stakes to claim.
Not one teardrop!
Or a pain remaining from the strain.
Not on this path or journey.
I think you're looking for 'Beliefs Made Possible' 101
That is a pre-requisite for 'What I Know Is Mine'.
You must be new and doing this part-time?
I am here just observing.
They've been trying to qualify my life,
As part of their curriculum for years!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Babysitter
Babysitter, baby, bitter, bet, better, best, set, bare, beat!
And like the Island of Dr. Louis;
But, with the genetic experimentation of your muse.
Babysitter, ray, say, bay, sit, sitter, bib, barb, tie, bat, star!
But, you are in love with her;
And like the works of your hands.
Babysitter, seat, as, are, era, ear, ears, eras, tear, tears, yes!
Strange move! !
While the babysitter takes care of your child;
But, this thing called the T.V. is also your babysitter.
Babysitter, it, is, rate, rates, beats, breast, rest, stir, stair!
Of the baby next to you,
And, like the real voice of your muse! !
But, you are in love with him.
Babysitter, sear, yet, sea, eat, ate, art, tar, bare, , tab, year!
But, you are in love with me and,
I am in love with you! !
However, you now have the T.V. as your babysitter.
Babysitter, as, at, set, tea, base, bear, air, years, rat, beast!
On the invoice and of your voice;
But, who is your babysitter today? ! !
For, thew facts around you say it all on your face.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mothers Horror
Pain is watching your mother take her last breath
Pain is seeing the doctor announce her death
They said she could hear, till the very last
Whispering I love you mom, I forgive you for the past
Trying to hold back emotion, biting my lip
Knowing any moment she'd be taking that trip
Fighting back the tears, I was totally numb
Chewing on my fingernails and biting on my thumb
The time passed so slowly, while I was in shock
I'd sit weeping for a while and then take a walk
Oh mother don't leave me, I just found your love
I knew it had to end, she was needed above
Her suffering finally ended, late one night
Angels took her home, when she gave up the fight
Now all I'm left with, are many memories of pain
The nursing home killed her, cause her to be slain
I will fight till the end, for her you see
I don't have dementia, they'll have to deal with me
You love them and you think you give them the very best
It's a home of horrors, by now you've guessed
They made plenty of money, for her to stay
Closing them down is what I pray!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Just A Little Sign
Here I stand alone again
Hundreds all around
Didn't come here to wake a friend
But to listen to the sound
Something's growing in my pants
As she looks into my eyes
Now I smile the whole damn night
But my dream acts cold as ice
It's time for just a little sign
It's time, make believe the world is mine
It's time for just a little sign
It's time, make believe the world is mine
Just a little sign
Shouldn't I dare to talk to her
But what is it I would say
Surely I'd look like a clown
For my smiles freeze on my face
It's time for just a little sign
It's time, make believe the world is mine
It's time for just a little sign
It's time, make believe the world is mine
Just a little sign
song performed by by Helloween
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Tough Hands, Tender Heart
My Granddad's hands were somewhat huge;
You might say that they had been well used;
Working in coal mines all his life was tough;
So his hands had become callused and rough;
The first time you notice him you would stare;
You'd get the impression of him being a bear;
Strong grip; that of a sound able-bodied mans;
Time progressing forward wrinkled his hands;
Always vigorously working with enough to do;
If needed he would repeatedly find time for you;
He was a man paying attention with a lot of care;
When he rested his hands were folded in prayer;
If he called you without getting an answer quick;
His clearing his throat would always did the trick;
Walking he had my hand in one the other a tea cup;
My juvenile hand in his was gently swallowed up;
Hands tough, yet comfortable for the most part;
One thing for sure he had a really tender heart;
His warm and cozy hands left me feeling at peace;
Walking with him all my hurt would soon release;
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Few and Far Between
Preferring subservience,
Over self determination...
Feeds those begging,
To be seen with appetites...
Under spotlight.
Telling tales of struggles.
For a fee paid!
During the short celebrated days,
Of Black History Month.
An enhancement done,
Of an identity with committment...
Ignoring and resisting resentment,
Takes self assurance.
And a freedom felt...
No one can deny,
By the raising of an eyebrow.
Feared by those wishing to please,
And entertain as appointed.
Commissioned to deliver,
Minutes of guilt freeing reflections.
But those who are aware and know themselves,
With minds untethered or locked in chains...
Pierce through empty promises,
To be acknowledge when these attractions dim.
Goldleaf wishes to adorn 'wings'
In a glorified afterlife with a halo glowed...
May be in the eyes of those,
Hoping to gain favor.
However...
Those who do not 'trip' like this.
And not conflicted as to who they are...
Are few,
And far...
Between!
Those who are aware and know themselves...
Do not need these scenes,
To manifest their ambitions to reach for greatness,
Beyond the limits of staged sterotypes.
OR delight in such paid performances...
To then select from donated boxed meals.
'If you are going to feed me 'anything'...
Feed me your respect! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt
Onerous guilt
From the residue of sin
Guilt's foundation is built.
It fills my mind
and tarries in my thoughts
and all my sin
all my ignorance whim
it wroughts.
The terrible things said,
the acts performed
the blood I shed
the souls I deformed
Guilt, formed the residue of sin, and built
A kingdom of pain in me...
Guilt, the barren of caprice
Where mine heart cease
To be the lord over me…
Guilt thou build sin
And sin build thee
Thou work together
Simultaneously!
Guilt I accept thee, but do not follow thee
From Guilt's monarchy, my soul is free
Never more I will I kneel to thee or sin!
Guilty! ! !
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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