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Many 'Boos' Have Been Booted

Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Those boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

Nicknames once adopted for each other have gone.
And now they're out to prove they are nobody's ding-dongs.
Many 'boos' have been booted,
And the pain they feel will not be...
Muted.

Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Trying to shake an old boo from their game.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And...
Those boos scooted try to get unhooked.
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Have been de-rooted.

Ma-many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.

And those boos scooted try to get unhooked,
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Can not accept they've been de-rooted.
Bruised boos!
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop,
Have been de-rooted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Play

I am the only actor.
It is difficult for one woman
to act out a whole play.
The play is my life,
my solo act.
My running after the hands
and never catching up.
(The hands are out of sight -
that is, offstage.)
All I am doing onstage is running,
running to keep up,
but never making it.

Suddenly I stop running.
(This moves the plot along a bit.)
I give speeches, hundreds,
all prayers, all soliloquies.
I say absurd things like:
egss must not quarrel with stones
or, keep your broken arm inside your sleeve
or, I am standing upright
but my shadow is crooked.
And such and such.
Many boos. Many boos.

Despite that I go on to the last lines:
To be without God is to be a snake
who wants to swallow an elephant.
The curtain falls.
The audience rushes out.
It was a bad performance.
That’s because I’m the only actor
and there are few humans whose lives
will make an interesting play.
Don’t you agree?

Anonymous submission.

poem by Anne Sexton
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With Lots of Boos Instead of Ahs

There is really nothing gained,
In the hopes of a rain storm to pour
Down on someone's parade.
Or maintaining a jealousy perfected...
Behind a charading façade,
No one suspects or perceives as odd.
Unless someone becomes offended,
By acts of a friendship pretended!
And the cheering from the sidelines sent...
Are clearly boos instead of ahs that are meant.

There is nothing really to critique.
When another sweats to unseat defeat.
Applause should be open and not discreet.
When a true wish of happiness is felt for one deep.

There is so much to be learned,
By the success that some achieve.
If we prepared to share and care
To receive lessons taught...
Instead of finding ways to help them bleed.

With a disrespect abundantly given.
That displays a rejection with envy to leave!
Hoping lots of boos instead of ahs that are meant,
Are loudly heard over accolades retrieved!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If We Just Leave Those Battlezones Alone

Consumed with you,
But not a dressed confection.
A naturalness my taste selects.
I am not one who seeks perfection.
Nor expect you to pass a preference test.

The reason I adore you,
Is because you are complex.
And simple basicness will not please,
Your or my interests to fulfill...
An expectation of happiness.

You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
With more to enjoy than anatomy.
Or discuss the isn'ts of what should be...
In a world few live with priorities.
And no adventure,
Or discovery.

There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.

You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.

You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.

You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones...
Alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't care who you are, you hear those boos.

quote by Mickey Mantle
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A rabid sports fan is one that boos a TV set.

quote by Jimmy Cannon
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Those boos really motivate me to make something happen.

quote by Barry Bonds
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I've never heard a crowd boo a homer, but I've heard plenty of boos after a strikeout.

quote by George Herman
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Prioritized Neccessity

Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.

Some have done this without hesitating,
They are glad they have done this and quick.
Uncouth the booting to losers who have shown,
The booting to them done...
Has been deserved with their earning every bit of it.

Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friends, Associates and Close Family

On the sidelines jeering!
Deafening boos are heard leering...
With catcalls and other strange sounds.

And signs of failure,
Thunderously applauded.

'Who' are these folks,
You claim to have your back? '

~That is their way of expressing their support.
As well as undefined devotion.~

'But...
Didn't you say they were your friends, associates
And close family? '

~Yeah!
We are still working on that.
Especially that community spirit 'thing'.
Outside of those religious practices, of course.
However...
One thing is certain,
They can not be faulted for their beliefs.
Nor for that 'togetherness' arguably maintained!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Silence Is Saluted

One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.

A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.

One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!

One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.

One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!

A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.

One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.

One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.

A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.

One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.

One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staring Problem

My eyes are so rootless
They wander, I follow
I keep staring, I cant stop it
I know I shouldnt
But I cant stop it
Such a cute girl
Im so jealous
I wish I looked exactly like her
Whats it like to have that body?
Im gawking while I wander
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
With my envy I steal glances
Resentful fault finder
This peek-a-boos become a problem
Predisposed cat fighter
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Unsuited

Unsuited!
From you that's what I use to believe.
I wasn't suited,
To be near you or your company.
Unsuited!
But then
Neither are you 'now' for me.

Everything today that's claimed,
Will re-arrange to make a change!

Unsuited!
From you that's what I use to believe.
I wasn't suited,
To be near you or your company.
Unsuited!
But then
Today you're not suited for me.

If one waits around,
What appears will change.
And those noses in the air,
Will one day sniff a shame.
With a misery to come,
Like a mental stinging pain.
From their heads to their toes,
And this will show...
When they tumble from their gains,
And everybody knows.

Everything today that's claimed,
Will re-arrange to make a change!

Uh,
I wasn't suited
To be or breathe,
In your company.

Unsuited!
The feeling your eyes,
Laid on me.

I was not suited.
But then
Neither are you 'now',
For me.

I wasn't suited.
But then
Neither are you 'now',
For me.

Can you compute it?
The air I wish to breathe is pretentious free!

Can you compute it?
I wasn't suited when you booted me.
And now
The air I wish to breathe is free.
I wasn't suited when you booted me.
But then,
Neither are you now,
For me.
I wasn't suited when you booted me.
But then
Today you are unsuited,
For me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse To Be Muted

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.

Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You're Going To The Ball At All

If you're going to the ball at all,
Be prepared to be the topic of the week.
And,
Be the one prepared to leave...
Jaws dropped.
And people awed.

If you want to be the one at the ball,
To set the record straight and hear the boos...
You boo back at the ones doing it to you.

'Cause you are too far out in space.
Too ahead of time and first place in the race.
And you're too much! Too soon...
Delivering a taste people have yet to crave.
And too amazing to be dismissed as the next rage.

If you're going to the ball at all,
Be prepared to be the topic of the week.
And,
Be the one prepared to leave...
Jaws dropped.
And people awed by your technique that will be copied.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fatcats Are Back

You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.

Adorned with updated,
Sheepskins attached.
And with delivered 'empathy'.
How do you like that?

You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.

We've implemented a blockade,
To ensure your needs...
Will never see the light of day.
And from you they will fade.

Remember getting rid of us,
As we lined our pockets full?

Remember we reeked havoc...
To fool with deceit,
You ate with a lot of 'bull'?

And we watched you laughing,
At attempts to correct.
But you refused to research our activities...
To ensure your backs will never again be attacked.

You've been booted so scoot.
Scat.
The fatcats are back.

Adorned with updated,
Sheepskins attached.
And with delivered 'empathy'.
How do you like that?

Fools.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Trouble Gets Trouble

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.

Keep in mind...
One gets what they find.
Not looking for a quality,
But a good time.

If one,
Wants to date someone fine...
To wine and dine,
That line has to be baited.

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.

If one,
Wants to date someone fine...
To wine and dine,
That line has to be baited.

Keep in mind...
One gets what they find.
If a fling is all that's sought,
Don't expect 'nuthin' special.

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.
Say...
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.

No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.

Keep in mind...
People get what they find.
If a fling is all that's sought,
Don't expect 'nuthin' special.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Been Booted So Scoot

Mismatchd mates fight.
In arguments..
Over who did what wrong.
Inspite of who is right.

And which one makes more sense...
To convince the one incensed!
Both are stubborn infidels,
Yelling to end a relationship...
That has been sitting precariously,
On a dubious fence.

While anyone listening in on this,
Wishes they both shut up.
And seal their lips.
Instead of making loud noises.
And breaking up stuff in fits.

Anyone listening to this nonsense sits down.
Or creeps to the wall without making a sound.
To hear very carefully...
With hopes the floor doesn't creek.
As they tip toe around...
To get their ears close as possible,
To what is near...
And going down!

'I saw you cheating on me,
With that home wrecker living across the street.
If you believe that sleaze is better...
You can get up from here and leave.'

~You aint my momma or my poppa.
Stop trying to control everything I do.
I'm not the one pleasured in midnight specials.
The dogs and cats know that rat is you! ~

*ooo...ssshhh.
This is juicy.*

~You don't have the authority,
To tell me what I can't do.
I will do what I please!
Your booty aint that good to screw! ~

*Lawd!
Now YOU know...
When the booty aint right,
That starts a fight.
ooo...this is juicy*

~If anyone here is going to get up and leave...
You're the one that's going to do it.
And if you don't,
I'll call the police.

And when they arrive...
I'll lie to say you've been hitting on me.~

*Lie-uh! *

~Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.

Pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.

There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.

So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.

There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
You and and I are finished...
And that door you're going through!
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot!

You don't have to bother,
To put on your shoes.
Just pack your bags.
I've had it.
Get up and get out.
You've been booted,
So scoot! ~

*Don't you dare!
I wont get this excitement anywhere.*

**Horace...
Will you come from over there,
And sit down!
You are worse than you say,
My nosy friends are! **

*Sssshhh...*

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Them Booted

Boot those blues,
You are too quick to slip on.
Like a pair of comforting shoes.
You choose to wear,
With a careless attitude.
And despairing to keep,
Your relief unreleased.

Clipping coupons may ease,
A setback to fill the void...
Of feeling trapped,
Lifeless.
With happiness scratched,
Off of your top ten list of priorities.
As if sadness is your chore.

Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!

Boot those blues,
You are too quick to slip on.
Like a pair of comforting shoes.
You choose to wear,
With a careless attitude.
And despairing to keep,
Your relief unreleased.

Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.

Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.

Get them booted,
Don't let them root.

Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.

Get them booted,
Don't let them root.
Get them booted,
You can do this if you choose.
Get them booted,
Only you can pick and choose 'your' good news.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alankar (Decor) -7

Angry Beings

Angry woman furious furious
Yelling yelling thunderous thunderous
Hitting her head vigorous vigorous
Slapping her face serious serious

Serious furious is angry man
Thunderous vigorous booing boos span
Serious vigorous his goblets plan
Thunderous serious late night elan

Angry woman furious furious
Yelling yelling thunderous thunderous
Hitting her head vigorous vigorous
Slapping her face serious serious

Hassling children dangerous hazardous
Battling home scene hazardous perilous

poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Beautiful Game

As you step on to the muddy field,
You feel the joy rise inside you,
The crowd roars as the players take up there positions;
And your team gets ready to kick off.

As the game commence all nervousness is lost,
Replaced by a sudden adrenaline rush,
The play goes back and forth, forth and back;
But you run on still,
nothing else concerns you but the ball.

It goes on as such for many minutes,
Until your rivals get a chance,
Your goalie tries but to your despair the ball finds the back of the net;
The crowd boos in anger and frustration.

The very next play the ball comes to you,
You run up the wing blasting by defender after defender,
You see an opening in the keeper’s defences;
You wind up to shoot and…
TWEET! You’re tackled by a defender,
Penalty shot declares the ref,
To the opposition’s protest.

You place the ball on the penalty spot,
And the once roaring crowd goes silent,
Thousands of eyes are upon you unspeaking and unforgiving,
As you wind up to shoot all time seems to stop;
And Suddenly time resumes to the roar of the crowd
And your teammates swarming around you,
At this moment you think to yourself,
Soccer, the beautiful game.

poem by Joseph Conlan
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