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Like You And I Were In A Marriage?

You say I have been harsh and critical,
Aloof and seem to be unreasonably embittered.
You also make claims I have been unapproachable,
And that my actions are more like a quitter.

You say,
Whenever you come to visit my home...
I sit with very little to exchange in conversation.
And my hospitality has begun to get 'edgy'...
As if I don't want to communicate in the sharing of,
Those topics you pick.

'I see...
When was the last time you invited me,
To come to your home?
Or invited me out anywhere? '

Well...
I...uh...live in a...uh,
Neighborhood I don't particularly like.
And besides...
I like your music.
The meals you cook are delicious.
And...
Where else can I go,
To use a computer, watch anything I want on TV...
And not be disturbed by noisy neighbors.

'I see.
Like you and I were in a marriage? '

No. No...
Nothing like that.
Just good friends.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Mindsets Are On Two Different Ships

Relationships based upon the masquerading of images...
Are not invited for private meetings,
Within the comfort of my home.

People who condone those types of affairs,
I don't criticize at all.
What is mine is not theirs to share.
And mutually I don't see why the other would care.
Our mindsets are on two different ships.

Relationships based upon the masquerading of images...
Are not invited for private meetings,
Within the comfort of my home.

No one is invited to come into my home,
To play hide and seek.
Or guess what I'm thinking next!
If the conversation is not open and free...
I don't extend understandings.
Get up and leave,
That's my policy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Absolutely A Non-Cool Thing To Do

Projecting to reflect,
One's nonsense upon another...
Is absolutely a non-cool thing to do.

One's reputation can be ruined,
Just by the things people chose to prove...
Can be done as pursued.

There is no need to take advantage,
Of someone's hospitality.
There is no need to extend a visit,
To sit in someone's home...
Showing a disrespect.
There is no need to do as one pleases,
Because someone has stated...
'What is mine is yours.'
That is a figure of speech.
Not to be taken literally.
To invite all of your friends over...
To then announce to the host of your visit,
'I decided to have a party.
You are invited IF you'd like to come.'

Whose house is this?
It's not yours!

Projecting to reflect,
One's nonsense upon another...
Is absolutely a non-cool thing to do.

There is no need to take advantage,
Of someone's hospitality.
There is no need to extend a visit,
To sit in someone's home...
Showing a disrespect.
There is no need to do as one pleases,
Because someone has stated...
'What is mine is yours.'
That is a figure of speech.
Not to be taken literally.

And some people never get this.
Just to end good relationships.
And don't have a clue how they do it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Actions Have Outdated My Patience

For many years I have known of you!
And in those years,
I feel I don't know you at all.
I've invited you into my home...
And assisted in the things you do.
I've even invited you with me,
To attend events.
And this you have refused,
With excuses to invent.

And when I see you publicly,
You pretend not to know me...
You never acknowledge me to make small talk.
When was the last time I recieved your invitation,
To go anywhere with different sights to see?
I can not recall that being your priority.
And yet you call yourself my 'friend'?

Which one of us is pretending?
And which one of us thinks,
Whatever this is between us should end?

'You don't know me like you think you do! '
You say to me as if to accuse.
And I say to you...
'No kidding?
You must be a comedian too?
But your actions have outdated my patience.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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IF You Wish To See Me Be Submissive

Never did I ask,
For an acceptance of my honesty.
When you invited me to pay a visit...
I insisted to forward my résumé.
But noooo...
You said you wanted me to feel at home.
In an environment I would find simple,
Relaxed and nontaxing in conversation.
Something familiar...
That would not threaten me,
With a discomfort.

And I took you up on your invitation.
And I feel as if I've become challenged.

Remember...
You invited me over for an evening of relaxation.

Why after beating you in the playing of chess,
Scrabble and discussing everything from politics...
Cooking, sports, religion, proper diet, exercise
Mediation and quoting from Biblical scriptures...
You want to box?

I think that is totally ridiculous.
I can think of other ways,
You can prove to me your dominance.
Yes, I too can box.

However...

If you want to impress me by knocking me out.
I can only think of one way you can do that.
And I need not have to show you my jab!
IF you wish to see me be submissive...
All you have to do is ask!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Me Alone

As for this song
Ill set the mood
Theres nothing wrong
Prefer solitude
Alone to think
Of what I dont know
The deeper I sink
The further Ill go
Nothing to fear
No need to hide
Im already there
Came in from outside
Safe in my nest
Home sweet home
No invited guests
I want to be alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I wish you would
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I just want to be alone
Its better this way
No one will get hurt
If you stay away
I wont lose my shirt
If I have become
Too defensive
Im not the one
You have to live with
Chorus
I want to be, I want to be
I want to be, alone
Dont feel sorry
Its not your concern
Only the lonely
Are the ones who get burned
Safe in my nest
Home sweet home
No invited guests
I want to be alone

song performed by by Extreme
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Friend From Chicago Says Bless You (revised)

on his third marriage
he still has preschoolers
at an age where
he is supposed to go
on a Caribbean cruise
or a getaway in the
Bahamas

his first marriage
was a case of betrayal
while he works away
from home
his wife invited her man
in the marital bedroom

his second marriage was
worst
the woman turns out to
be a lesbian

his third marriage is a kind
of suspense
ten years younger than
his actual age
and bearing him
for now three children

and he is looking still
for more thrill

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's All Done For Laughs

Oh...
I misunderstood.
I had no idea when you ran my dog over,
And keyed my car...
You intended that to be a joke.
And you didn't realize,
Your actions would provoke me,
To burn down your home!
How silly of me!
Since I do remember,
How you told my friends
I was the one breaking into their homes.
And stealing from them.
And ruining my integrity was hysterical.
I'm sure you will forgive my sense of humor,
When you discover I hired the neighborhood gang
To beat every member of your family's ass.
But don't worry about it...
It's all done for laughs!

'I think we should stop this,
Before someone gets hurt! '

HURT?
Hurt?
How can anyone get hurt,
When only a bit of fun has been done.
Right?

You invited me to this party.
And I'm not ready to leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't cook - I can cook - but I'm not very good. I like being asked over for dinner, because she can't cook either. We would starve if it weren't for modern technology. I know how to work a microwave, but love home cooked meals.

quote by Mark Mothersbaugh
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It's Quite Simple

It's quite simple.
If you can not choose to respect me,
As an invited quest...
Within the confines of my home,
What makes you think...
I would open up my peaceful place,
To share space with you...
As a roommate!

And you will be free to come and go,
Doing as you please and I have no say so.
And you suggest I honor your request...
To leave you and 'unintroduced' unknowns alone!
Within the walls of my home?

My home is valued with a peace I condone.
Here is no clubhouse.
Where members pay monthly dues,
And free to roam.

It's quite simple.
If you can not choose to respect me,
As an invited quest...
Within the confines of my home,
What makes you think...
I would open up my peaceful place,
To share space with you...
As a roommate to occupy my throne.
And I watch...
As if housekeeper.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Early This Afternoon

i had sleep, lots of sleep this early
afternoon
and so
as normal beings do,
i still claim to be one,
i wake up had a dinner of my own
and watch TV
and go outside the house to
breathe
de-stress distress
and then i go back again to what i
like doing
have a conversation with myself
for i am alone here
and want to give the impression
to the neighbors
that there are people here talking
at midnight

actually, i love these ghosts
inside my mind
they are my friends and have
been with me
for years
before you decided to leave
because you did not not care to notice.

and so like that Chinese poet
i take a bottle of rum for a drink
get a glass to share it with me
and my shadow
and the moon which i had
just invited.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Josie

Were gonna break out the hats and hooters
When josie comes home
Were gonna rev up the motor scooters
When josie comes home to stay
Were gonna park in the street
Sleep on the beach and make it
Throw down the jam till the girls say when
Lay down the law and break it
When josie comes home
When josie comes home
So good
Shes the pride of the neighborhood
Shes the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire
Jo would you love to scrapple
Shell never say no
Shine up the battle apple
Well shake em all down tonight
Were gonna mix in the street
Strike at the stroke of midnight
Dance on the bones till the girls say when
Pick up whats left by daylight
When josie comes home
When josie comes home
So bad
Shes the best friend we ever had
Shes the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire
When josie comes home
So good
Shes the pride of the neighborhood
Shes the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire

song performed by by Steely Dan
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What Have You Done To My Lover?

You said you would 'always' love me.
It seems not too long ago.
And then,
We invited the increase of bills to come in.

Taxes on a monthly mortgage grew.
And every few years,
There was a need to exchange two cars...
For ones that were new.

And those precious innocent children,
We once held in our arms to adore...
Now tell us where to go, what to kiss...
And when we get done,
What to ourselves we should do...
Before they leave to slam either front or back doors.

And the expense of keeping up with the neighbors,
Has had us seeking additional employment...
Since the effects of the economy,
Has us reacting to each other...
As if we are terrified to sleep with the 'enemy'.

I know on some nights,
I'd rather keep on all the lights!

Personally...
I have become saddened by this!
The person I fell in love with,
I don't recognize anymore.

You spend every available dime we have,
On gym dues and annual make-overs...
We simply can not afford.

Who are you?
And what have you done to my lover?

You said you would 'always' love me.
It seems not too long ago.
And then,
We invited the increase of bills to come in.
And they are about to throw us out of our own house.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hell Is Home

You're looking at me why
Sort of like a leper vibe
Okay for your kind
But it's too good for me
And a hey I know I'm
Never gonna qualify
For all the bullshit
Of your social degrees
Oh look down your noses at me
Hating my identity
Oh but that don't mean a damn thing you see
'Cause down here in hell everybody loves me
Hey I know I'm anti-social
'Cause you act like I'm infected
With some atrocity
And though I know I'm
Every bit the same inside
My face don't fit
It's like I've got some disease
Oh you keep your face turned away
To strip me of identity
Oh still got my fortune and fame
'Cause down here in Hell everyone knows my name
chorus
Hell is home to me
Might as well be
I like it here and no-one else invited me
Hell is home to me
It has to be ('cause Jesus Christ)
Nobody else invited me
Now I belong
I found my home
'Cause even though I know things won't
Get any better, they can certainly never get much worse
chorus
Say my whole life I've always been disliked
Ignored unless you're spitting insults at me
And I don't know why you felt so justified
In all the degradation that you dished on me
Oh! Now my status has changed
And you've got yourself to blame
Oh! I'll grab all the attention I crave
Now I'm running Hell and Heaven won't be the same
chorus

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Juana's Sestina

October came like a bandit who stole
every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief,
beside her empty bed and crucifix
where she once joked, holding her Bible,
of Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire.
They were friends now and she had been invited

to see this, as told in my dream, invited
me, but mother woke me before Death stole
me, almost gone into the sinner's fire.
But Grandmother Juana gone this October grief
would have saved me I know with her Bible
near bed, radio sermon and crucifix,

Would have joked of how she snuck the crucifix
away from church friends she hadn't invited,
to exchange gossip as they kissed her Bible,
the way words caress bloody Death who stole
our every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief,
laughing aloud of that dreamy fire,

that brash tail of a kite, high and afire,
and hovering above like a crucifix,
its childlike frame torn in the wind of grief:
how she flew and how we fly, she invited
me above our house one October that stole
our love, investing it into her Bible

that loves no blashphemy for the Bible
adores least those living in the Lake of Fire.
October came like a bandit who stole
Mami, our Juana, leaving her crucifix,
together in a dream where she invited
me to the sky where rain fell hard like grief.

And I awoke secretly with this grief
Kept like a tomb in my chest for her Bible,
our rosaries, yet she wanted me invited
to see Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire,
a party where they carry a crucifix
every October for sinners who stole,

including Death, who took her into that fire
to burn her small sins before Heaven invited
her, that eloquent joker, dead this October.

poem by Marina Gipps
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Take Me Home

Now Im here all alone
Takin care of my own
Down in no mans land
Got no friend, got no dime
Only plenty of time
Wheres the saving hand?
I got that feeling to need
More and more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make
More than conversation
That is the fever,
Wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Its not true what you see
Behind that mask thats not me
Try to reach my world
Cant you see Im so blind
Stay with me to change my mind
No more nightmares, girl
I got that feeling to need more
And more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make more
Than conversation
That is the fever, wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
I got that feeling to need more
And more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make more
Than conversation
That is the fever,
Wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home

song performed by by Helloween
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Accuse Me For Being Embittered

It has been convenient for these creeps to lie.
And award themselves positions of power.

Someone assigned to monitor,
The proper and correct use of the law.
Has stated how he has served in Viet Nam.
Without a bit of this experience.
And I spent time in the military...
During that era.

Losing my comrades, neighbors and friends.
And this pretentious man can make claims...
How he served with them.

Accuse me for being embittered.
Apologies I'll never make for it!

And he represents a region,
Where deceit, theft...
And the bigots and the racists reign.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marriage

in one house
they live
as married couple

she sings her videoke
in the sala
he works on his poems
in the computer room

and when the clock strikes
eleven
on such an unholy hour
she stops singing not to
disturb sleeping neighbors

he still writes poetry
till midnight

and when he
goes to bed she is now soundly asleep

and they sleep together
safe in love
that now
does not depend on the physical

but on the music and the poem
on the rhythm and the rhyme
both of them
in their 20 years of marriage
have become
one poem one music

that sex, which was once so good
is now put in another light

both curl up in the cold night
she is the song
& he is the poem

and they are still
one
after all those years
as marriage tells them from the beginning when they all said

'yes, i do'.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love And Napalm

Call me Deadliner
Nothing in here but dust.
Are you afraid dear listener?
Nothing in here but us.
I'll give you black rumours
'Stay away from everything I've seen.'
I'll give you black rumours
'Stay away from everyone I've been.'
The broken sound of love and lies
Still fill your room.
Faded memories of shame
Will find you soon.
I'll give you corrosion
Miracles are never what they seem
I'll give you corrosion
Welcome to the nightmare, not the dream.
I can remember everything.
Every promise, every lie,
And how the words of strangers made me cry.
All the pride, all the shame,
All the friends that came from nowhere
And then hurried back again.
I collected scars like a man at war
And I thought 'Isn't life peculiar,
Desire takes you there, but not back.'
No more. I'm just another old story.
When God heard your prayer
It said 'I am not your friend.'
Laughed like a fallen angel
And said 'I've no love to send.'
It keeps a photograph
It likes to overdose on time
It said 'Time to leave'
Like other friends of mine.
I'll give you dark wonders
You are all invited to the show.
I'll give you dominions
You are all invited to the show.
I'll give you dead hereos
You are all invited to the show.
I'll give you love and napalm
You are all invited to the show.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Love & Napalm

Call me deadliner
Nothing in here but dust.
Are you afraid dear listener?
Nothing in here but us.
Ill give you black rumours
stay away from everything Ive seen.
Ill give you black rumours
stay away from everyone Ive been.
The broken sound of love and lies
Still fill your room.
Faded memories of shame
Will find you soon.
Ill give you corrosion
Miracles are never what they seem
Ill give you corrosion
Welcome to the nightmare, not the dream.
I can remember everything.
Every promise, every lie,
And how the words of strangers made me cry.
All the pride, all the shame,
All the friends that came from nowhere
And then hurried back again.
I collected scars like a man at war
And I thought isnt life peculiar,
Desire takes you there, but not back.
No more. Im just another old story.
When God heard your prayer
It said i am not your friend.
Laughed like a fallen angel
And said Ive no love to send.
It keeps a photograph
It likes to overdose on time
It said time to leave
Like other friends of mine.
Ill give you dark wonders
You are all invited to the show.
Ill give you dominions
You are all invited to the show.
Ill give you dead hereos
You are all invited to the show.
Ill give you love and napalm
You are all invited to the show.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Your Birthday Party, Dingding

How can you gather 50 men and women
in your own home to eat the food you cook
to find their place in all the nook and corners
of your home without complaining for a space!

How can you manage to let them share
their talents to sing and dance over melodies
stemming from karaoke and microphone,
with the movement and rhythm in their body!

Such a great party you manage to run
every time you hold your birthday and
the birthdays of your loved ones.
Think how many times we have come!

You're such a great woman
with your charm to gather friends
and loved ones with your great hospitality
in the fellowship of celebrating life
over food, music and personal stories.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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