In Sensitive Visits Quick
If you've got to know,
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
If you've got to know,
I'll take this minute.
To find why I'm in it?
And what is that price...
I'll have to pay,
One day.
I'll take this minute.
To find why I'm in it?
And what is that price...
I'll have to pay,
One day.
If you've got to know,
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
Gets me weary,
And into fits.
Only people I know...
I think in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know...
I think in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know,
That come to sit...
Can get me weary,
And into fits.
Only people I know,
Can get me in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know,
Can get me in sensitive visits quick!
Only people I know,
Can get me in sensitive visits quick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be sensitive
As sensitive, I am neither tolerant nor patient.
As sensitive, I am neither neutral nor indifferent.
As sensitive, I am either a rose or a cactus.
Whose fault is it that I am sensitive?
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Taken For Granted
No!
I am not berries to pick,
On your visits to the forest.
Nor am I a twig to pluck.
To deleaf and strip of bark.
What I am is flesh.
Deep with emotions.
I've learned I must protect.
Especially when my feelings
Are taken for granted.
And the more I give...
The less respect I get!
No!
I am not berries to pick,
On your visits to the forest.
Nor am I a twig to pluck.
To deleaf and strip of bark.
And this is what you do.
Like many who are clueless.
About that which has life.
Or about those feelings others have too!
'Why are you so sensitive?
Oooow!
Why did you pinch me? '
Isn't that strange?
I didn't feel a thing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money.
quote by Robert Penn Warren
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God bless him who pays visits -- short visits.
The Sensitive Kind
Dont take her for granted, she had
A hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
With her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
In time
Youve gotta know shes the
Sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
Every night
You will discover she will treat
You right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
Sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
Her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
song performed by by Santana
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Sensitive, humbug. Everybody thinks I'm sensitive. Wait until they hear my new album.
quote by Carole King
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These Rhapsodies
Policies they wish to fight.
Since they begin to become quite frightened.
Bitterness incites,
The politically self righteous.
A losing of their might.
And greed fed leisures slim their diets.
And this displeases them to fits.
A worthlessness now visits.
Less dining by candlelight.
And padlocked doors now shut so tight.
From penthouses are flights of fancy gone.
By those with noses once held high.
And no cab ride on credit is warned.
And these rhapsodies,
Once sung by greedy people.
Are played now on the streets.
And heard by those seen weeping.
And these rhapsodies,
Leave empty silent condos.
To dormant whims...
And shocked to handouts to them given.
And these rhapsodies,
Whining now on knees.
Hoping to awaken,
From such nightmarish screams.
And these rhapsodies,
Linger on in ears...
Of those who fix their eyes upon,
The ones who caused their tears!
A losing of their might.
And greed fed leisures slim their diets.
And this displeases them to fits.
A worthlessness now visits.
And these rhapsodies,
Once sung by greedy people.
Are played now on the streets.
And heard by those seen weeping.
And these rhapsodies,
Linger on in ears...
Of those who fix their eyes upon,
The ones who caused their tears!
And these rhapsodies,
Linger on in ears...
Of those who fix their eyes,
To see a people now in fear.
The same ones who once jeered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sensative Kind
Credits
Music/ Lyrics: J.J. Cale
Lyrics
Dont take her for granted, she had
a hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
with her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
in time
Youve gotta know shes the
sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
every night
You will discover she will treat
you right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
sensitive kind
song performed by by Santana
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To be womanly is one thing, and one only; it is to be sensitive to man, to be highly endowed with the sex instinct; to be manly is to be sensitive to woman.
quote by Jane Harrison
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We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
quote by Alan Watts
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Men are just as sensitive, and in some ways more sensitive, than women are.
quote by Barbara de Angelis
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Sensitive To Light
I was feelin rather good
Shouldve touched some wood
Here she comes again
Reachin out to bend my ear
Shes worth another look
All the time it took
Pleasin to the eye
How can I just disappear, oh
It aint clear, no
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh I just might, yeah
I could have let her in
Give her just a spin
Let her think its love
Better rise above it all
Shes knockin at the door
Seems to want some more
Never gets the clue
What am I to do shell fall
And she might call, oh no
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh, I just know
She could do me well
I can always tell
Shes ready for the kill
But I think that I will go, no
Sure Im gonna see
Something just for me
Till it comes along
When its feelin wrong Ill know
Gotta take it slow, yeah
Shes a bright and shining star
But I just must be sensitive to light
Oh, I might, yeah
Shes a bright and blazing star
But I just must be sensitive to light, yeah
Sensitive to light, ooooh
song performed by by Rainbow
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A Prolificness Visits
A prolificness visits.
And it may come to sit...
To flow as if to never end,
From one connected to its origin.
And those who witness this...
May find themselves too quick to criticize.
Misunderstanding how this energy arrives,
With messages prioritized to deliver!
Having a deed to do that is uncompromised!
While some may have a 'doing' done,
To receive what is presented...
Without comprehending.
Although quick to despise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tourism
Decisive tourist
Chancellor Adolph Hitler
Visits Paris
The final tourist
President George Bush
Visits Baghdad
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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Pity Makes Those Visits
Everyday you have to pray,
If you want a life to be lived right.
Everyday.
And everyday you have to do it in a way,
To make those loose ends tight.
Without a struggle or fight.
You want a life that's easy pleasing.
Without discipline or meaning.
Without work or sweat involved.
With your troubles quickly solved.
You wish your dreams to come alive.
While you sit and analyze...
Why others seem to have such luck!
And all you have is whining time.
With pity making visits in your mind.
That's all you want,
There to fine.
Everyday you have to pray,
If you want a life to be lived right.
Everyday.
And everyday you have to do it in a way,
To make those loose ends tight.
Without a struggle or fight.
But pity makes those visits in your mind.
All the time.
And all you wish to do is sit...
And analyze.
Why you ain't gotta dime.
And pity makes those visits in your mind.
All the time.
And all you wish to do is sit...
And analyze.
With thin dimes on your mind!
As pity makes those visits in your mind.
Without a thin dime to find!
As pity makes those visits...
You don't want to quit,
In your mind.
Without a thin dime to find!
Pity makes those visits you don't want to quit,
Sitting in your mind!
All the time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needs! Not 'Knees
You act as if,
You are not sensitive at all
To the 'needs' of others
'What?
What are you talking about?
When I was down on mine,
It took everything I had to get up off them.
I struggled for years too.
And when I eventually stood on my own two feet,
I vowed I would never allow myself...
To get in that position,
Ever again.
Not if I can help it.
People ignored me.
As if I did not exist.
As if they had no feeling towards me at all.
I've learned many lessons since then.
NEEDS!
Not KNEES.
'No
My knees are not knocked.
But I remember as a kid,
I use to be pigeon toed.
But I can say
Today?
I am not sensitive to that at all.
I've learned that the 'knees' of others,
Are not my business
Why would you bring something like that up? '
Forget it
'Forgotten.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simple, Seldom and Sad
Simple, seldom and sad
We are;
Alone on the Halibut Hills
Afar,
With sweet mad Expressions
Of old
Strangely beautiful
So we're told
By the Creatures that Move
In the sky
And Die
On the night when the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry.
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Sensitive, seldom and sad -
Simple, seldom and sad
Are we
When we take our path
To the purple sea -
With mad, sweet Expressions
Of Yore,
Strangely beautiful,
Yea, and More
On the Night of all Nights
When the sky
Streams by
In rags, while the Dead Trees
Prance and Cry,
sensitive, seldom and sad -
sensitive, seldom and sad.
poem by Mervyn Peake
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Strict It Gets
To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
Picking seeking detail...
To prevail,
And...
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Detailed...
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Detailed!
The critic visits,
And strict it gets.
Detailed!
The critic visits,
And strict it gets.
Stalking as a menace,
Looking for perfection in it.
And...
The critic vists.
And strict it gets.
Detailed!
The critic visits,
And strict it gets.
Picking seeking detail...
To prevail,
And...
The critic visits.
And strict it gets.
Detailed,
The critic visits.
And strict it gets...
Detailed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neptune
Nobody seems to dream of visits on Neptune.
With a giving of its wonder and suspense.
There is nobody that seems to speak with curiosity,
Of how life lived on Neptune would be.
What is it about it that escapes wishes to adventure it?
Does it not appear to be intimate?
What is it about it.
Is it too far out there for imaginary visits?
What is it about it.
Is it too much like Uranus?
And Saturn and Jupiter have captured its magic.
What is it about it.
Although depicted by the Romans as god of the seas...
Neptune is rarely mentioned or romanticized,
As a place to be!
What is it about it that escapes our fantasies.
Eight from the Sun to see in orbit.
But no one mentions Neptune for that odyssey.
What is it about it.
So vast it is...
Sixty Earths could sit within its grasp.
But no one wishes a visit with it.
Nobody seems to dream of visits on Neptune.
With a giving of its wonder and suspense.
There is nobody that seems to speak with curiosity,
Of how life lived on Neptune would be.
What is it about it that escapes wishes to adventure it?
Does it not appear to be intimate?
What is it about it.
Is it too far out there for imaginary visits?
What is it about it.
Is it too much like Uranus?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Got A Match
Get out of the car
Put down the phone
Take off that stupid looking hat you wear
Im going to die if you touch me one more time
Well I guess that Im going to die no matter what
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
You think its always sensitive and good
You think that I want to be understood
Ive got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat
I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug
Which one of us is the one that we cant trust?
You say that I think its you but I dont agree with that
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
You think its always sensitive and good
You think that I want to be understood
Ive got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Even when we get along
Ive got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
Why cant you be sensitive and good
Why dont you want to be understood
Ive got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Ive got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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