Multi-facetness
A recovery from discovering a wrong has been done,
Can save one...
From a two faced reputation.
With an extra step of pride to take.
Far less pretentious.
But still refreshing.
Yet...
Today,
Two faced folks are fascinated...
By their own images.
With time taken to perfect them.
These folks can be heard often saying,
They do not discriminate.
You know...
The apple pie eating flag waving types?
Whose ancestors arrived,
Carrying Gucci packed in Louie Vitton.
And wearing only the clothes on their backs,
On the upper deck of the Queen Mary.
Since many today,
Are caught up in their own multi-facetness.
With alluring social skills intact.
And exaggerated talents,
Embellished as part of the act.
Delivering their 'When I was poor' stories.
And found entertaining,
Within certain circles of those amused.
Who themselves adorn masks!
For any occasion,
Where requests for their presence is asked.
You know...
On those tiny yachts.
And even smaller chalets in the Alps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Values and Correctness
Values and correctness,
Of one's life based on opinion
And standards of others...
May be needing updating.
Or complete overhaul.
Those standards and 'norms'
Are probably now all gone.
Since the popularity of theft and deceit,
Has increased the visions of self preservation!
With fewer wearing mink and diamonds.
And a whole lot of folks never seen before,
Sneaking into pawn shops.
More people today may say they prefer the basics.
But they will slowly admit...
This new found desire to live life that way,
Was not always a priority...
On the top of their agendas.
With signs of this shown by some,
Still clutching onto their Vitton and Gucci bags...
As evidence they had not always stood in food lines!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dog Faced Boy
Eels - dog faced boy
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Coming home from the school today
Crying all along the way
Aint no way for a boy to be
Begging ma to shave me please
You little punks think you own this town
Well someday someones gonna bring you down
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
You, take back what you said now
Thats the last time I cry
You tell me what it is to be a friend, now
till I walk beside you on the street now
Ma wont shave me
Jesus cant save me
Dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Life aint pretty for a dog faced boy
Going back to the school tomorrow
Hang my hairy head in sorrow
Aint no way for a boy to be
Aint no way to set me free, now
Ma wont shave me
Jesus cant save me
Dog faced boy
Ma wont shave me
Jesus cant save me
Dog faced boy
song performed by by Eels
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Two Faced Woman
Miles from home
So many things go round
So far - the fight in me so strong
Years of pain
Ive suffered all the same
Today - I know I will be near
You talk about romance
You blew your only chance
cause youre a two faced woman
But Im a three faced man
cause youre a two faced woman
I got a hangmans hand
Dirty tricks
I found out just in time
Enough - dont dare to cross the line
You - you fooled around
I found a way out
The tables turned - your bridges burned
You talk about romance
You blew your only chance
cause youre a two faced woman
But Im a three faced man
cause youre a two faced woman
I got a hangmans hand
cause youre a two faced woman
But Im a three faced man
cause youre a two faced woman
Youll live in nightmare land
Payback time - spin the dime
The balance overdue
Payback time - take a hike
You broke the golden rule
cause youre a two faced woman
But Im a three faced man
cause youre a two faced woman
I got a hangmans hand
cause youre a two faced woman
But Im a three faced man
cause youre a two faced woman
Youll live in nightmare land
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Add It Up
The first time that I saw you, you were modestly waiting for a bus
Now youre driving around in hired limousines
And you talk so upper class.
The cost is high, but its not the only price you ultimately pay
Add it up, you might have got some money
But you lost me on the way
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Ah, gucci, gucci, gucci
Cartier, cartier
Gucci, gucci, gucci
Add it up,
You multiplied and multiplied but whats it leading to?
Add it up,
The only thing subtracted is the love I had for you
So add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Symbols of perversion and insanity
Symbols of social immorality
Symbols of economic cruelty
Symbolize all what you did to me
Ah, gucci, gucci, gucci
Cartier, cartier
Gucci, gucci, gucci
Cartier, cartier
Money cant cover up the fact youre getting older every day
And you cant disguise your sad little eyes that give your loneliness away
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Poor Folks Town
The work is hard and the hours are long
The money aint much but we get along
Were rich in things can give
That cant be bought with a dollar bill
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no carpets on the floor
Weve got wall to wall love
Who could ask for more
We got no big fine things to show
Just a place to watch our children grow
We got no big fine fancy car to drive
And no fancy clothes to keep in style
What weve got were payin on
But its mostly love that were livin on
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
Weve got a little simple church nearby
And the promise of a mansion in the sky
A heart of gold a million dollar smile
And a one way ticket to paradise
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
So, come on down
Have a look around
Rich folks livin in a poor folks town
We got no money but were rich in love
Thats one thing that weve got a-plenty of
So come on down have a look around
At rich folks livin in a poor folks town
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Belief System
Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.
Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.
And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.
There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!
It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.
Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staying Power
Being an 'absentee' anything these days,
Is easier to do and accept...
Than to argue with those,
Awakening with accountable attitudes confessed.
As they attempt to hold others responsible for their neglect.
With a demanding to have them verify...
Proof of their involvement,
Long before maturity became a fashionable thing to do.
And be.
An aging process faced upon them descends.
With a guilt riding within them,
To show a doing of 'something' beneficial that validates.
Other than entertaining their time away,
Addressing themselves in social circles to impress.
And today...
Comparing substance and what is valued?
Those ideals portrayed from a vanishing yeaterday,
Has had little staying power to immulate a significance...
To leave as something achieved as concrete and specifically done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extra! Extra! Have You Heard Who Did Who...
Extramarital this.
Extracurricular that.
Extra! Extra!
Have you heard who did who...
As gossiped at the laundromat?
Let us all get real petty.
Since those self righteous,
Have microscoped some facts!
It seems a pristined society,
Has had its image smudged.
Unfaithful athletes are having sex.
And their spouses are being snubbed.
So appalling are their actions.
These idols of our kids.
How can any of us walk with dignity...
Knowing what these folks,
Behind our backs did!
And this is offensive to our way of life.
With a highlighting of our standards,
To reflect what is done undercover.
With a getting of their 'rocks' off...
As if they have the right!
Extramarital this.
Extracurricular that.
Extra! Extra!
Have you heard who did who...
As gossiped at the laundromat?
Let us all get real petty.
Since those self righteous,
Have microscoped some facts!
Adulterous folks are having sex.
And wiping their bare feet,
On foreign welcome mats!
And everyone secretly wishes to know,
If what was done...
Was irresistably good!
Like that which is given in discreet,
And sneaked in deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your pride in a flag
Just a small part of this World of your Nation you brag
And you wave your patriotism in your National flag
If your team win the International game today
Your boss won't give you extra in your next week's pay.
You feel so indifferent to people from elsewhere
Remember there's a World called the big World out there
And united we stand and divided we fall
Those words apply to all Nations and to one and all.
Tonight in the bar-room you will drink till late
And with your pub friends today's win celebrate
A win for your Nation in such a big game
Though only the players involved in the victory will know of the fame
And the financial windfall to them that this victory will bring
And of their praises you and those like you do sing
And are the supporters of the losing team worse off than you
Your pride in a flag tell me that is not true?
For pride of their flag young men go to war
And in victory boast of how marvellous they are
And for pride of their flag far too many have died
And so much division created by pride.
poem by Francis Duggan
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From Years of Growth That Is Done
Caught up in a poisoned mind,
Uptight.
Folks watching other folks watching folks' backs.
Conditioned and disciplined to have their noses,
In someone's business.
And entertained by it with illiterate wishes.
While observing life with an illegitimate social perspective,
And refined by an acceptance of mediocity.
Those with a more adventurous mindset...
Find a wealth of companionships
During nature visits.
And always is nature there patient,
In waiting!
'Not always!
And what you tryin' to say?
A tree got more sense than me? '
A tree wouldn't comprehend that,
From years of growth that is done!
'And what is that suppose to mean? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Want For You to Do
I am asked to do 'this'.
With a request to do 'that'.
I am even asked to rate a significance...
Upon completing those tasks that I'm asked.
To accomplish every one I get!
Folks could care less when they make requests.
And I can perceive how some are caught up in it!
Believing that an attention given...
Will keep me interested and content!
As if what I do is not a sacrifice.
But comes from a natural 'oozing' done...
From some 'other' source,
That's an outside device.
'And...hmmm,
That could be a possibility.
Now that 'that' has now occurred to me.'
I sometimes will read those requests I get.
But no one has yet to answer my questions...
'What's in it for me?
What do I get?
What do I receive as my benefit? '
Love?
And don't say you'll do for me,
What you've requested me to do!
And yet have I had a delivery,
Of freshly minted one hundred dollar bills.
To pop out of a box over stocked.
Not once!
Besides...
I am more original than that!
I want returned to me...
The time taken away from what I love.
Since it took me quite some time,
To find myself quite in love with it!
And not a response do I get!
Except the usual...
'But you're already doing,
What I want for you to do for me too! '
EXCUSE ME?
And those requests,
Get my silence at its best!
Since I recognize...
There is no shortage or famine,
Of this kind of selfish greed.
From Sunset to Sunrise!
It is as 'if' my eyes are 'theirs'...
And will supply them vision.
With a clarity I can provide.
And if that's the case...
Someone should get me 'booked'
On Oprah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon Materialistic Concepts
I can not call my breathing a hobby.
Nor do I relate,
To those who associate creativity...
To a dollar bill.
And there are many like that.
Attached to things.
Disconnected spiritually...
To any talents or gifts,
To them God brings!
When asked how much I 'make'...
I get irate with folks like that.
And those who say they have no time to create...
I know right away,
With them I do not relate.
And those who say they have faith in God...
To only admit,
They do not accept God given talents,
Are their main jobs.
I have limited patience.
Knowing from them,
I can only expect a production of excuses.
Based upon materialistic concepts.
And as I age...
From folks like this,
I wish to keep my distance.
And God kept pleased!
Since He is the only One,
To know where I come from.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Segregation
I stood beside the silken rope,
Five dollars in my hand,
And waited in my patient hope
To sit anear the Band,
And hear the famous Louie play
The best hot trumpet of today.
And then a waiter loafing near
Says in a nasty tone:
"Old coon, we don't want darkies here,
Beat it before you're thrown."
So knowin' nothin' I could do
I turned to go and--there was Lou.
I think he slapped that Dago's face;
His voice was big an' loud;
An' then he leads me from my place
Through all that tony crowd.
World-famous Louie by the hand
Took me to meet his famous Band.
"Listen, you folks," I heard him say.
"Here's Grand-papa what's come.
Savin' he teached me how to play,
I mighta been a bum.
Come on, Grand-pop, git up an' show
How you kin trumpet Ol' Black Joe."
Tremblin' I played before his Band:
You should have heard the cheers.
Them swell folks gave me such a hand
My cheeks was wet wi' tears . . .
An' now I'm off to tell the wife
The proudest night o' all ma life.
poem by Robert William Service
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Cupids Dead
-you read the papers today? -
I read the news today oh boy,
About a tragic comedy
Newspaper hinted suicide,
The letterhead read dear johnny
A tainted truth was all it said,
Sleep tight now that
Youve made your bed
An arrow that once pierced your heart
Points to the apple on your head
Three sides to every story
Yours, mine
And, monday mornings
Cupids dead, headlines read,
Cupids dead
Cupids dead, headlines read,
Cupids dead
Oh, romeo, oh, romeo
Where did our love go, romeo?
If you read between the headlines,
You wouldnt be the last to know
No mystery yet to unfold,
A paperboy left in the cold
A love was said to never die,
Withered away and just got old
our top story tonight,
Is a crime of passion
The victim, an unidentified man,
Is found in bed, wearing only a diaper,
Holding a bow an arrow in one hand,
And clutching a letter in the other.
The letter simply read ...
Cupids dead.
Extra, extra, extra,
Read all about it
Cupids dead,
Cupid is dead, deceased,
I got peace of mind
Still its hard to forget,
What it leaves behind
A lot of love lost,
Your feelings are wasted,
Tasted the sweetness,
But now youre faced with,
The thought, of being alone
Nor more companionship,
You can handle it,
Just abandon it,
Leave it behind,
And look for the brighter day
Give it some time,
Cause it wont come right away
You gotta be standing strong,
Hold on to your dignity
Dont sit around,
Saying look what ya did to me
Its time to move on,
You gotta continue
To look for a love,
Of a life thats within you
Cupid is dead now,
Its time to rely on,
Yourself to cope
You got no shoulder to cry on
Dead
song performed by by Extreme
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Selective Obnoxiousness
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
Intentional and done to perfect what they do best.
Annoy since no other attention do they get!
Some folks make it their priority,
To make sure their presence is known.
Sometimes through use of flattery,
Much of it overblown.
Ignoring them is a challenge,
For the one who has been picked.
And responding with crude rudeness...
Gives them not a hint,
Those they choose to monitor...
Are not amused by it one bit!
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
And quietly minding one's own business,
Is like feeding fresh unhooked worms,
To a school of fish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Woman and Today
She awoke early with a pep today
A glimmer in her eye and strong step today
She thought of a menu that would bring a smile today
as she thought of her husband so lovingly today
She cracked the eggs and placed them in the pan today
Se buttered his toast and peeled his fruit today
She poured his glass so full today
She placed the flowers n her favorite vase today
She slowly sat down at the table today
the realization hit her like a cement truck today
She lowered her eyes as she thought of the day
You see, the old man had long been dead by today
The disease of old persons made her forget today
Made her cook breakfast for three today
When I entered the room, I asked her sadly, 'What's wrong today? '
She said, 'I'll greive just the same as I did that day
because my soulmate just died again today.'
poem by Complicated Simply
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I Made Love Today
Soulful and tender
Step by step
I drew its outline
With my aura
I made love today
As I spoke my inner-most thoughts
And listened to his
As he-
He cajoled and teased
Until I gave in to his hunger
I made love today
I felt his touch gently
Caress my skin
And his breath warm against my cheek
His heartbeat drummingg
In time with mine
In time with earths' beat
Be Good Be Good
Do Good
I watched him as he slipped into
My dreams
His smile when he twitched at my touch
The joy on his face as he awoke and realised
I'd been watching his every move
Every flicker of his eyelids hearing him snore
Like the promise of long overdue rains thundering in the Western skies
I made love today
And No!
It wasn't all about
our bodies uniting as one-
It was being taken
On a journey
From your comfort zone
through
A maze of your deepest fears
and finally coming to rest
on the alps of your dreams
It was putting away all things pretentious
and just being-You
I made love today -with myself
Only myself was a man
And damn- was he fine
I made love today
With myself
Myself
In you
With you
In me
I made love today
With myself
only myself
was a man-
You- me
Be Good Be good Do good
I made love today
With you and we became one
poem by Anita Markallay Harding
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