It Only Takes One To Visit
It only takes one to visit,
For that one to realize...
The scope of the mental illness there.
Just one visit,
And those aware of bigotry and racism...
Regardless of the beauty welcomed,
With the changing of each season...
What is window dressed,
Covers with success the evilness.
It only takes one to visit,
To witness the depth of ineptness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Louisa
Louisa, make it a point to visit Ghana;
For the nature is there for you to admire.
Of the Bobiri Forest and Betterfly Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Wechiau Hippo Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Xavi Bird Watching Sanctuary to visit,
Of the Kakum National Park to visit,
Of the Aburi Botanical Gardens to visit,
Of the Bui National Park to visit,
Of the Ankasa Nature Park to visit,
Of the Bonsu Arboretum Park to visit,
Of the Digya National Park to visit,
And to sit under a broom tree with us;
Like a reed shaking in the water of love.
Louisa, make a trip to Ghana and see this lovely place;
For the nature is there for you to admire.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Believe
Valerie solanis took the elevator
Got off at the 4th floor
Valerie solanis took the elevator
Got off at the 4th floor
She pointed the gun at andy saying
You cannot control me anymore
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe an eye for an eye is elemental
I believe that somethings wrong if shes alive right now
Valerie solanis took three steps
Pointing at the floor
Valerie solanis waved her gun
Pointing at the floor
From inside her idiot madness spoke and bang
Andy fell onto the floor
I believe lifes serious enough for retribution
I believe being sick is no excuse and -
I believe I wouldve pulled the switch on her myself
When they got him to the hospital
His pulse was gone they thought that he was dead
His guts were pouring from his wounds
Onto the floor they thought that he was dead
Not until years later would
The hospital do to him what she could not
What she could not
Where were you, you didnt come to see me
Andy said, I think I died, why didnt you come to see me
Andy said, it hurt so much, they took blood from my hand
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe theres got to be some retribution
I believe we are all the poorer for it now
Visit me, visit me
Visit me, visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
Visit me, visit me
Visit me, why didnt you visit me
song performed by by Lou Reed
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To visit templesTo visit temples
I visit temples and conduct rites
More to please the priest than the deities.
I visit temples and do sacrifices
More to bribe the God than cleanse myself.
I visit temples and do worships
More to fake being pious than be so.
I visit temples and give offerings
To make clean myself of sins for fresh ones.
18.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shangri-La Hotel
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
To my lover's room;
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
Like the eyes of an elephant;
I want to be in everybody's shoes but,
My mind is bigger than my shoes.
Like a message to the blue bears,
Like amessage to the white bears,
Like a message to the black bears,
LIke a message to the brown bears,
Keep it clean and soft;
a simple life to the muse of love.
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving and i don't look back;
Forward ever!
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving without looking back;
Backwards never!
A visit to my lover's room,
I know my back could be crooked;
But, i always move on.
I will surely reach to the end one day,
Like a visit to Shangri-La Hotel;
Forward ever, backwards never.
There comes a time when all seems so lost but,
Don't give up on your dreams in this life;
Like a marriage in the rain,
I do have a lover to visit.
The visit of my lover's room is like,
A love song in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To marry in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To make love in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To walk naked in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To sing in the rain;
Life is like that at times and,
I have my mind on you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Visit For As Long As You Wish
You may visit upon this land.
But to force debate of its direction...
Is not a matter to be question.
Or demand answers you expect.
Because you believe another way,
For its inhabitants is best.
You may visit for as long as you wish.
Enjoy the ambiance, hospitality...
And the peacefulness.
But suggestions from you,
Regarding the enhancements done...
To the view and our lifestyles too?
For us is not accepted.
Conflicts on this land...
You will not inject.
If you have motives and plans for this...
You will be ushered to experience,
A respected yet definite sudden exit.
We are not in need,
For a financed confusion that infuses deceit.
To have you label it democracy.
You may visit for as long as you wish.
And when your visit is finished...
You will leave and that will be it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Summer Comes to Visit
There is no mistaking it,
When a heat stirs in the mix.
It is Summertime that comes.
And passions bloom,
To become part of it.
Who goes through a Summer,
Without feeling a touch of joy?
Who does not witness a sense of freedom...
With an adventure meant,
To be explored and not annoy!
There is no mistaking it,
This passion felt and has come to sit...
In the heated mix of Summer.
Who can not escape,
To excuse themselves from reason...
Not to have fun and participate.
When Summer is done and over,
Our memories of it...
Seem to linger,
And not drift away as quick.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Stay.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Stay.
When Summer comes to visit,
We wish these days,
Would stay...
Forever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nice Place To Visit
Not really lookin for, for nothing special,
Just someplace that I can call my own,
Im growing tired of, of running wild,
Its time I settled down
Bridge:
There seems to be some lights on,
But aint nobody home
I think I see some lights on,
But there aint nobody home
Aint being choosy, but
Dont want no floozy,
And thats not much to ask
Chorus:
Shes a nice place to visit (3x)
But I wouldnt want to live her,
Nice place to visit
Hey, is anybody home?
Seeing is believing,
But looks can be deceiving,
What you get aint always what you see
I like what s down there,
But no one is upstairs,
I think theres bats in the belfry
Chorus
I dont know whats come over me,
Im blinded by the scenery,
Nice place to visit,
I dont know what Im gonna do
Im coming back because of you,
Nice place to visit, visit, visit...
Bridge
This big bad wolf knows
Which way the wind blows,
And which little piggys house is made of brick,
Must have vacated, or mislocated,
Theres just toys, toys in the attic
Chorus (hey, is anybody home? )
Knock, knock, whos there?
Shes a nice place to visit (2x)
song performed by by Extreme
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Ticket Of Dreams
Would you like visit the stars
What about mercury
Or even mars
There is not that much space between us
If i took a long jump could i land on venus
Then hitch a ride to jupiter or saturn
Then we could maybe catch a bus
To neptune and uranus
Come on lets go
We will even visit pluto
Then get a one way ticket back to earth
Imagine how much this trip would be worth
Maybe i have spoken to soon
But we have been to space
And even the moon
Way to hot to visit the sun
Lets keep dreaming for now but it would be fun
In Patient Heat For the Making
When love from these lips have spoken to ears heard,
It is not there for a temporary visit...
For purposes to witness a stirring that occurs!
And when it is whispered,
There is a roaring thunder of it...
Kept in waiting to project.
But I desire it to be felt,
With a passion one accepts.
Knowing what is in my heart,
Leaves one anticipating...
To share the depth of it next.
So much of it I can reflect!
When love from these lips have spoken to ears heard,
It is not there for a temporary visit.
Arriving as it does...
With a wish the listener hears it,
And wants all of what it is to stay!
More of this awaits,
In patient heat for the making.
Hoping that a taking of it...
Will not be delayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know What My Master Does
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
My Master is available whenever I call.
My Master is everything and to me my all.
My Master has seen me stumble and fall,
To get up off my knees to again walk tall.
And if it wasn't for my Master I'd be left to crawl.
I am aware ot this.
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
I know what my Master does,
Can do...
And has done for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Awaited Visit
A True Story;
As experienced and written by Ron Tranmer
I decided to go to a rest home
to see an old friend one day.
I stopped to speak to a lady
who I noticed was looking my way.
She was happy that I came over.
There was something she wanted to say.
She smiled and said from her wheelchair,
"My boy will come visit today."
It's been quite a while since I've seen him,
He's always quite busy you know…
He doesn't live too far from here,
And he knows that I love him so.
Each morning as I rise from bed
My prayer is the same as I say,
Father In Heaven, I ask but one thing,
That my boy will come visit today.
He was always such a good boy.
And the only child we had.
He was only 10 years old
When I lost my husband…his dad.
He married soon after college.
And got a great job with good pay
He calls me at times on the telephone,
But I know he'll come visit today.
I'm lonely here in the rest home.
How I long for my son to come by.
They tell me my health is now failing,
But he'll visit before I must die."
I leaned over and gave her a hug
And the tears on my cheeks wiped away.
She smiled and said, there's no need to cry,
My boy will come visit today."
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Epigram
In digging up your bones, Tom Paine,
Will. Cobbett has done well:
You visit him on earth again,
He'll visit you in hell.
If your neighbor visits Mecca once, watch out for him. If he makes a second visit, you had better avoid him. After the third visit you had better move to another street.
Don’t exit your grave.
Don’t visit your premises
After death. You’ll be a ghost.
Don’t visit your work place
After retirement. Hold the face.
15.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Brief Visit
Life's visit is very brief
And full of trouble's grief
Where pieces of puzzle is lost
And everybody has to pay the cost
Where uncovering of life's truth
Is painful in the early youth
And secret of the entire life
Is felt only in pang's drive
where fears of the loneliness
And fright of the emptiness
Covers your whole life's day
With troubles spread in the way
That makes our visit brief
And fill life's days with grief.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Boakye
The magic of Africa and the beauty of Africa,
Visit Africa to see the wonders of the cultures of the people;
For the mighty River Zambezi and the Victoria Falls are part of us.
Come and learn about the traditional life style of the Africans,
For my name is Boakye and i came from Ghana.
I have more stories to for you as well and,
Your visit will know the humanities and the identities too;
For the mountains of the broken bottles await you.
Cat paws and eagle claws,
We are still in here with the beauty of nature.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Visit My Cage
Visit my cage and see my bird,
Visit my page and read my lines,
And, let me touch your lovely heart with my care;
For, the stage is now opened for you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Take Your Eyes Off Of My Treasured Space
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
Hopefully with less curiousity...
As to what your decorating additions will be.
There will be none.
I have all the fun I've had,
Doing what you see myself.
And in the doing of it,
Was one of the best experiences I've had!
Enjoyed with no one else.
It was such a selfish joy!
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
With an understood appreciation...
How glad I was to have you visit with me.
But you staying here is out of the question!
Although the time together,
Was enjoyable and well spent.
Give my regards to 'old' Broadway.
And other streets on which we played.
Back in the 'day'.!
There is nothing like a peace of mind,
I can find in any room I choose!
The air is fresh and absent of attitudes.
Sometimes just to sit in silence,
Energizes me with motivation.
Give me a call.
Maybe one day we can do lunch.
And exchange more of our fantasies!
While reminiscing as we munch,
And free from any temptation to aggravate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bhakti is different from beauty
Visit Puri; your eyes are on the idol.
Visit Konark; yours on the sculptures.
While with your wife you see her soul.
While with a pimp, you see her flesh.
Spiritual and aesthetic are different.
24.12.2000, [bakthi = devotion to God]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Zebra Visit
f you’ve ever had a visit with a Zebra
It’s an animal that stands on its own
For there is nothing at all quite like it
As it nestles inside of its home
The markings are each one unique
For there are never two of the same
Although usually wild in other countries
They can sometimes be nice and quite tame
I was privileged to visit this huge barn
Where Clydesdales have their stalls
But imagine a Zebra in the midst
Standing so beautiful and so tall
Horses and Zebra’s are not exactly alike
And sizes can be very different too
The markings are so fascinating
Some seem to sit rather askew
So if you’re lucky and meet one
An animal that is truly exquisite
You will never ever forget it
To be able to have a Zebra visit!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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