In Their Best Performances
The only way there is,
To defend against those...
Who show they can be treacherous,
Is to pretend you have been...
A willing victim of it.
Since those who 'are' treacherous,
Often seek the ones appearing to be dumb...
Ignorant and innocent of what's going on!
And eventually expose themselves,
To others they teach...
How to observe their doings,
While delivering this in their best performances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Death of a Louse
A Treacherous Thug
Hid under a Rug
And drank Malt Liquor
From a Pewter Mug.
He was Waiting for
The Wife of the House
To Watch him Beat Out
The Brains of a Louse-
Her Two-timing Spouse!
The Husband Walked In-
And then the Wife-
Who Watched the Treacherous Thug
Liquidate her Husband's Life.
After the Murdering was Done
The Treacherous Thug had to Run
Because the Wife pulled out an Enormous Gun
With which she Peppered the Treacherous Thug's...
BUN!
poem by M.L. Squier
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The Land’s Lied
Near to Scarborough bay
There’s a scar, burrowed away
By underground streams
Which have undermined dreams
Of pen-pushers, now pen shunners:
Those poor, retired pensioners
Who thought they were secure,
But now ought to seek your
Sympathy, for homes on Knipe Point
Teeter, bones on knifepoint,
For the treacherous land’s lied,
Caused a treacherous landslide
And they finally shall be rueing
Deep financial ruin.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Hello, My Treacherous Friends
Sitting for lunch in a square in this town
(this town that I'm new to),
new fellow from my new town sat me down
and explained it to me:
how when I spin from him I spin from myself,
the center can double the speed of the crust.
Thank you, my treacherous friends.
I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you.
Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
how grateful I am for your insights.
With regard to my newborn arachnid kids,
there's something we must discuss:
perhaps we should sit them down and explain
how not to be saved.
Perhaps you could help me to demonstrate
how your center can keep up its sickening spin.
Thank you, my treacherous friends.
Perhaps for my children your surface will smile.
Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
the fate of my children, the spiders.
Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
how pleasant has been this demise
song performed by by Ok Go
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Song. (From The Spanish)
Ah, Love!
Perjured, false, treacherous Love!
Enemy
Of all that mankind may not rue!
Most untrue
To him who keeps most faith with thee.
Woe is me!
The falcon has the eyes of the dove.
Ah, Love!
Perjured, false, treacherous Love!
Thy deceits
Give us clearly to comprehend,
Whither tend
All thy pleasures, all thy sweets!
They are cheats,
Thorns below and flowers above.
Ah, Love!
Perjured, false, treacherous Love!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Teach Me How to Eat
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
More discipline I may be needing.
Teach me how to eat.
More seriousness I may yet miss.
Teach me how to eat.
No medications do I take,
To keep a pace that irritates.
No longer young with dumb ideals.
Teach me how to eat.
I wish a peace that keeps me feeding.
So teach me how to eat.
I see in you more than in some.
The ones who can not overcome.
I see some stumble as others run.
But you,
Know how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run! Chase! Do
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
Run! Chase! Do...
On borders of disorder,
Run.
With time wasted making life shorter.
Run! Chase! do...
Find that perfect place,
Where all headaches are erased.
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
And...
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
And if not approved...
Will a disappointment allow a follow-up,
More accepted in its place?
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
Do...
To get done.
To hate it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lovecats
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and
Throw all the songs we know
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this
I love you ... let's go
Oh ... solid gone ...
How could we miss someone as dumb
As this?
song performed by by Cure
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Lovecats
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we lovecats
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and
Throw all the songs we know
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty
Oh you know that i'd do anything for you
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this
I love you ... let's go
Oh ... solid gone ...
How could we miss someone as dumb
As this?
song performed by by Cure
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Driven into Fits as Unrestless Misfits Twitch
I've noticed children that lack discipline,
Are accustomed to their parents or guardians...
Shouting out demands to them.
With cussing heard that eventually is returned,
To the same people to have their ears burn.
For the most part children learn by example.
Not from samples taught by teachers in classrooms...
Driven into fits as unrestless misfits twitch unable to sit.
To have parents defend their children looking innocent,
In front of a judge delivering limited sentences.
To nip that disrespect in the bud,
With a punishment suitable is no longer legit.
Instead what children do today is tolerated...
And out of control they are,
As everyone seems to make excuses for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O God, Show Mercy…
O GOD, SHOW MERCY…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let go with the wind the foe’s threats;
Punish the unwise and the unworthy,
Let them hold their tongues behind the teeth.
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Weaken the treacherous men…
They just pretend to be Thy servants,
For their own good, let them lament.
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Show mercy to those who serve their land;
Without harming their own country,
Let them breed their descent…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let us rise – wipe out the feud.
Show mercy, save us, heal our souls,
Let us defeat the fraud…
O God Almighty, Our Father in Heaven,
Let the foe’s threats go with the wind…
7.12.2OO2.
Translated from Georgian
poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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I Sit And Look Out
I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband--I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid--I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and
prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
out upon,
See, hear, and am silent. 10
poem by Walt Whitman
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I Cant Pretend
Charles tobias / paul rusincky (w. edward breuder? )
I cant pretend
Im sorry were apart
I cant pretend
I just cant fool my heart
Though I make mine
My friends all seem to realize
Their smiles, that look in my eye
I cant pretend
I simply cant be gayer
For in the end
My tears give me away
Without you dear
I live a lie
I cant defend
I love you
And I cant pretend
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Where Tomorrow Is
Shes gone
Im a victim of love
And I reach for her cry
Theres no perception of time
Shes out of my world and Im alone
The city sleeps , she comes and she goes
She loves another one
And I got no chance, no time
Aint nothing stops the rain but the sunshine
I can see nobody , tell me where my angel goes
I say the devil knows
Im lost
No sky above me
No earth below me
Show me where tomorrow is and teach me to see
Someone else may cry for me , could be
Show me where tomorrow is cos I dont know
Show me where tomorrow is cos I dont know
Show me where tomorrow is
Suspicion
The lies on your lips and your tenderness
I lie in wait for the gift of her pain
Shell never be mine and Im all alone
And through a stranger, lives can change
And hearts can overcome
But I need her face , so young
Aint nothing stops the fire and it burns on
Too late now she tells me
We cannot live this lie
She came home to say goodbye
Im lost
No sky above me
No earth below me
Show me where tomorrow is and teach me to see
Someone else may cry for me, could be
Show me where tomorrow is , cos I dont know
Show me , I must go on
Whatever the heart must take
Ill keep my love alive
And all you got is freedom
It aint enough
Im lost
No sky above me
No earth below me
Show me where tomorrow is and teach me to see
Someone else may cry for me , could be
Show me where tomorrow is , cos I dont know
Show me
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Let a child smile
Let a child blissfully grow,
Don’t try and obstruct his natural flow.
Let a child sleep,
Don’t try and break his dreams.
Let a child run,
Don’t try and smack his ear-drum.
Let a child confidently walk,
Don’t try and lure him with your talk.
Let a child create,
Don’t try and teach him to hate.
Let a child be innocent,
Don’t try and show him the art of disguise.
Let a child be naughty,
Don’t try and instruct him to be haughty.
Let a child play,
Don’t try and intentionally spoil his day.
Let a child make mistakes,
Don’t try and show him the stick.
Let a child roam in Sunlight,
Don’t try and hide him from the bright.
Let a child express his thoughts,
Don’t try and be a mental block.
And let a child prosper and SMILE,
Don’t try and expose him to worldly guiles.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Wounded, Old And Treacherous
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
The gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven express on my credit card.
Now let me draw the jungle line --
I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
Won't make trouble, i don't need no fuss.
But i'm wounded, old and i'm treacherous.
Allow me to draw the jungle line --
You cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
They won't make trouble, they don't need no fuss
But they're wounded, old and they're treacherous.
In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground --
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round.
Big cats prowling inside your head --
They left for china; better left for dead.
Let me draw the jungle line --
I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
Won't make trouble, i don't need no fuss.
But i'm wounded, old and i'm treacherous.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
The gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven express on my credit card.
Living mountains going to shake that town --
Big mother calling you from underground.
She don't want trouble, she don't need no fuss.
But she's wounded, old and treacherous.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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You Do Not Have To Be Insulting
Back in the day,
When my portrayal of a waning youth...
Was in the midst of my denial and pretentions,
I attempted to expose every talent I had.
With wishes to share...
And delivering energy,
That took hours for me to gather and prepare.
Today I am more aware,
Of being part of Mother Nature's affairs.
And even if I had a magic wand...
I couldn't pretend my aging isn't there.
No matter who tells me how good I look...
To be at my age!
Excuse me?
And what 'age' do you 'think' I am? Huh?
'Well...
My parents remember you when 'they' were children.
And they were born in 1973.
So you have to be...'
Forget it.
You do not have to be insulting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However treacherous the sea may be, women are still more so.
Fire Starters
Nestled in the thicket of a wickedness,
One choosing to pick their own battles...
Can not fight them alone.
And this makes them upset.
With a dialing on their telephones.
A recruiting with a pursuing of an empathy begins.
Eventually,
With redundancy...
Fire starters torch others to believe,
They've become victims of treacherous deeds.
If fire starters lie about one fire started
The need to investigate further,
When those same fire starters
Begin to holler about others,
Around them that burn
As they innocently watched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hold Onto The Railing Folks
Performances frequent.
And as seen...
Given by the weeping victim...
Had been at one time award winning.
But of late...
These scenes have begun to irritate.
With a claim that is made...
Others have again,
Perpetrated actions against one 'innocent'.
One whose heart is nothing but gold.
One who has been mistreated...
For reasons gone untold.
'Hold onto the railing folks.
The ride ahead promises to invoke,
The blowing of winds and dramatic strokes.
With a rocking done,
To a once smooth floating boat.'
Performances frequent.
And as seen...
Given by the weeping victim...
Had been at one time award winning.
But of late...
These scenes have begun to irritate.
'Hold onto the railing folks.
The ride ahead promises to invoke,
The blowing of winds and dramatic strokes.
With a rocking done,
To a once smooth floating boat.'
With a claim that is made...
Others have again,
Perpetrated actions against one 'innocent'.
One whose heart is nothing but gold.
One who has been mistreated...
For reasons gone untold.
'Hold onto the railing folks.
This tale told is going to be a nail biter!
With anguish enough portrayed for all to empathize.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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