Nation Builders
Even those carrying pails of sand,
Would be considered nation builders.
To bring a pride and gleam to their land.
And restore a sense of dignity.
Whispered by many,
As a need to progress...
A much needed unity,
Professed digresses.
In a collective motivation,
To renew and rid them of stagnation.
However...
There are too many among them,
Who perceive that kind of effort...
As an introduction to diminish them to laborers.
An act of slavery!
Many see as not being free.
Free to come and go as they please.
And this, to them, is absurd!
They then refuse to hear another word.
Or validate and comprehend,
Anything at all...
That might bring enlightenment to them.
With no opportunity to voice their opinion?
With no opinion addressed to be heard?
~Who on Earth do 'they' think we are?
Cattle?
Sheep?
Animals in a blinded herd? ~
And already the rumors and innuendos,
Have stopped them in their tracks.
Some have started a petition.
Detailing their objections...
Not only to that!
But also...
To the quality of sand.
And the color and sizes of the pails,
To be carried and hauled.
Who would do the scheduling?
And what hours can be expected?
What about the pay?
Would good pay wages prevail?
And how would this activity,
Produce their needs and feed traditions...
With customary holidays.
Could time away,
Be used as vacation and/or sick pay?
So the people decided to sit in defiance.
Waiting to be approached.
And hopefully to be given time,
To debate their concerns....
Many have stated they will dispell.
And reproach.
To do this well.
'These are just plans suggested.
To rebuild and prosper.
Not yet to manifest! '
~At whose expense and benefit? ~
Remarked the respected elder of the village!
Standing with folded arms.
On a dirt path in protest.
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Casting One's Own Shadow
Call your trip whatever you wish.
I've learned not to debate, argue...
Or 'franchise' anyone's opinion,
As if to make mine!
Nor do I agree to evaluate...
Someone's statement,
Whether a line given to solicit...
An opinion I've given in anything I've written.
I've learned an exchange of experiences,
Is not a possibility.
And I've learned this by listening.
And this many people seldom do.
I've been up and down too many times,
To discover my own comprehension...
About life.
My life and how 'my' life is connected.
When I found criticisms made of me by others...
'Added' to my understanding,
If right, wrong or indifferent when given...
I still had to brush my own teeth.
Walk on my own two feet!
And be accountable for my own actions.
I stopped making excuses,
When they began not to make sense to me.
I spent more time defending myself...
Instead of living my life.
And I began to do that...
When I started to appreciate myself.
And 'if' I was to give my advice to anyone...
AND...
I did say 'if'.
I would say this...
If anyone finds they are seeking acceptance,
On a path they have chosen to take...
It is not a path they have chosen.
How can it be?
How can someone declare something theirs,
When others can do the same thing thing?
If voices can be heard?
Footprints can be seen?
And the path one takes has already been paved?
That is following...
Not casting,
One's own shadow!
I do not wish,
I demand people to get out of my light.
What would be the point,
If I am patiently waiting for someone else to decide...
Whether or not they want to move out of it?
That kind of time I am not giving to anyone!
Period.
I've learned many lessons.
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From Varying Segments of Our Society
Today,
Ladies and gentlemen...
We have invited representatives
To voice their concerns
From varying segments of our society.
We have a representative from the grassroots.
One from those who feel our educational system
Is in need of attention.
And someone who will voice the immigrant point of view.
Now...
Let's begin our forum with the grassroot outlook,
Shall we?
'Yes. And I thank you for this opportunity.
First and foremost...
Giving honor to that which is most precious.
We can not affectively proceed with a diminished horizon,
Beset by the limiting effects of sunlight that does not shine
Upon those who make strides to leave footprints in fading sand.
And yet we must keep a projection of depth that precludes,
A stopping of the mocking of a flock in desperate need of rejoicing.
Without a sparking to enlighten tomorrow's feeding...
No one will know the meaning of such proclivities that unite,
Comprehension! '
Uh...okay! Very well stated. With a clarity unbelieved.
Thank you for making us all aware of what affects those
Who are of the 'grassroot' inclinations!
Next?
'Yes. I represent those who are concerned of our educational needs.
We need to lower the drinking age of those who matriculate,
On our college campuses! '
That is currently being address by the congressional committees!
Good point and an immediate priority!
Last...
But not least.
We have a representative who will explain immigrant concerns!
'I thank you, Mister Chairman!
It is clear to us that our needs for higher wages, housing...
And the discrimination to have all illegal aliens,
To be licensed drivers...
Is an injustice not only to me, but
To all of us who feel we should live in this country tax free...
Do as we please and change everything to reflect our bilingual
Presence in this country we so love.
And we need as much money as possible to feed our relatives,
Who have not been fortunate enough to escape the armed guards
Protecting the borders! That needs to be addressed...NOW! '
Don't worry about that process.
We are just going through the motions.
You all come and go as you please.
You're doing it anyway!
And there you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Each group has been represented magnificently.
And those concerns addressed will gain the attention...
That has been addressed by a directness
Quite unlike we have come to hear before.
And those on our panel will begin to process,
Those concerns immediately!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hourglass Sand
Through the hourglass
watching
grains of sand falling.
I see time slipping by.
To myself I wonder.
Do we pass with such ease
through the hourglass of life?
Like tiny grains of sand cascading?
When that sand has gone.
Does that mean time has stopped
until I turn the glass over?
And the sand again begins to fall.
Through our hourglass
as we pass like grains of sand.
How many frowns can we turn to smiles?
How much good can we make from bad?
When our sand has run out.
Has our time stopped as well?
Who will turn over our hourglass?
Restart our time renew our opportunities?
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Remember I Mentioned Of Hearing Of Rumors
Why is it more are feeling uncomfortably misfit?
And being squeezed between credits and deficits.
While being reminded corruption is not a fantasy,
And it does indeed exist!
Where are the benefits in any of this?
And to whom does it really matter,
Who claims to represent those cherished interests?
When people are stressed out of their minds,
And finding more time to refuse the suppressing of doing it!
Believing to be crazed at least releases one to feel freed.
'Do you hear what that 'nut' is screaming,
Running butt naked down the street? '
~Yes!
He's screaming, 'I am free. I AM free.~
'If I wasn't so uptight...
I would do the same thing.
I would...if...
What are you doing? '
~I'm not so uptight.
Here...
Take my clothes.
I am free. I AM free.~
'God?
Trust me.
I 'think' it is time You should now intervene.
I'm in the midst of witnessing an emergency.
Remember I mentioned of hearing of rumors,
Here on Earth?
Well...
Let me confirm those rumors to be true.
You've got 'nuts' running around naked.
Asses are beginning to flash all over the place.
Is there 'anything' You can immediately do?
Some of these fools are not even on diet plans.'
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Any Opportunity I Can Get
Which view,
In your opinion...
Has more of an advantage,
From a horse drawn cart?
The one riding as a passenger,
While sitting in the front?
Or the one from the back,
With nothing but the rear of the horse to see?
'That's difficult to answer.
I have grown very attached to gardening.
And any opportunity I can get,
To collect free manure...
I jump and grab it immediately.
On the other hand...
Some of that indecisive crap,
I hear coming from the mouths of those...
Riding along AND ignoring the view,
Provides for me no benefit at all.
And I can tell from the horse's expression,
There is something I do with something 'he' does...
I am getting for free!
And at his expense.
And I can tell by the look in his eyes,
He has become suspicious as to why...
When I ride,
I am the only one who feeds him carrots! '
I see!
So you prefer the rear view?
'That depends on the time of the year.
And what I am willing,
To sit through to listen and hear.
Some crap is more beneficial than others.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sand & The Sea
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 23 in 1955
-words and music by hal hester and barry parker
If I find peace of mind in the sand and the sea
Theres a hope in my heart that youll soon be with me
Theres a prayer that I share with the sand and the sea
And it cries come to me, come to me.
As my eyes search the skies from the edge of the shore
You are here in my arms for a moment or more
Then a tear rushes down to the sand and the sea
And it cries come to me, come to me.
But as long as theres sand, as long as theres sea
As long as theres time Ill wait hopefully
As long as theres heaven up above
Let the sand and the sea bring my love to me
But as long as theres sand, as long as theres sea
As long as theres time Ill wait hopefully
As long as theres heaven up above
Let the sand and the sea bring my love to me
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Looking Better Than Ever
How can anyone take you seriously,
When you are not punctual?
This meeting started three hours ago.
And there is not going to be a review,
Just for you.
We are doing our best,
To put unity and family togetherness
At a test.
And it is obvious that 'discipline' is needed,
To proceed with this effort...
If any of us expects success!
Don't show up late as a favor.
Be on time as an obligation!
How can we as a family,
Make attempts to move forward...
If we all decided to go shopping,
To find something new to wear...
Just to look good to make that impression?
When you could have been here on time...
Looking better than ever like everyone else!
Dedicated:
To my huge and tremendous,
brilliantly talented family!
And to other families the world over,
who have come to realize 'tomorrow' is 'now'
for that unity and family togetherness to begin.
'We are going to do this!
AND with you.
So get over 'yo'self'!
There is too much to get done.
And taking time to look gorgeous,
With a radiance that stuns...
Will defeat the process of what has started.
Especially when everyone,
Already looks good enough to eat!
So get over 'yo'self'!
Sit down and let us meet.'
Love you,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement
If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?
What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?
And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?
And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?
Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '
So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.
Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!
'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.
Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Tell The Drummer Man
Silver drums, rhythms that he hums
Waltzing dogs, that come when he calls
Plans for one he keeps in a coffer
What can I offer, I dont know
Can I bring him love words to sing him
Like some foolish magi
Ill be gone and words in a song
Wont even last till sunrise
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
Streets and parks
Waltzes in the dark
Lovers now, when time will allow
An afternoon, the kind to believe in
Why am I leaving? I dont know
Distant places, just empty spaces
Till we are together
What can I bring, time leaves me nothing
I wonder will it ever.
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
Silver birds fly away like words
In the wind, and soon Ill be in
Another world
The land of without him
Whats it about, this other world
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Different Kind Of Free
Broken hearts, broken homes
There's a war deep in motion
Fighting hard to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Breathing in, breathing out
Missing life, living doubt
Searching for a cure
Some kind of open door
Bring it back to the beginning
To the first taste of shame
A fallen world in waiting
Only One could take the blame
Fast forward to the ending
One truth remains
There's a miracle waiting
For all who speak His name
[refrain]
Take my life, my liberty
It's all but a breath in the grand scheme of things
Oh, I have found eternity
It's a different kind of free
And they can't take it from me
Pleading the most worthy cause
For the innocence we lost
With His tears of blood
He started freedom's flood
As the world's opinion sway
My beliefs will not be changed
Nothing ever can
Take me from His hand
Way back in the beginning
To the first taste of shame
A fallen world in waiting
Only One could take the blame
Fast forward to the ending
One truth remains
There's a miracle waiting
For all who speak His name
[refrain]
Take my life, my liberty
It's all but a breath in the grand scheme of things
Oh, I have found eternity
It's a different kind of free
And they can't take it from me
[rap]
Yeah - sure I remember
Matter of fact it was just last September
She still calls it the fall to remember
Little Heather when it all came together
Said you remember the first time you met her?
She cried when it rained and blamed the weather
But inside she strained with suicide letters
The kind of cold you couldn't warm with a sweater
Hardly lasted past December
She said she was headed down to defeat
That's the last time you'd seen and never had a dreamed
That's the same little Heather - it's who you saw last week
In an instant you couldn't have missed her gleam
As she listened she looked like a distant queen
With a difference, there, for all to see
She found a different - a different kind of free
[refrain] 3x
Take my life, my liberty
It's all but a breath in the grand scheme of things
Oh, I have found eternity
It's a different kind of free
And they can't take it from me
It's so much different, it's a different kind of free
And it's here for you and me
It's a different kind of free, and it's here to set you free
It's a different kind of free, oh
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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If In The Acquisition Made
What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
Or a pair of eyes caught,
Making a passing glance.
What benefit is there to flaunt,
That which one has...
Believed others want.
Although dauntless in appearance,
Is the the one who flaunts unnoticed.
And if one has tired of a charade,
Where does one go...
To validate satisfaction done,
From a masquerading others shun.
Although impeccably dressed to impress.
What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
And no caring is there to share,
Romanced to be enhanced from anyone anywhere.
What benefit is there?
When the expense of getting attention,
Doesn't make sense without a dividend to please.
Or noticed received by someone teased.
Or at least pretending to be caught up in the moment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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America is America
America is America the land of the free, born in
the hope of a new world created, amongst men
who believed the vision of liberty and a freedom
to live in this glorious world
as inspired by valued people, created by its natural
landscaping, bounded by principles that to live in
harmony with nature has come to witness the wisdom
of our dear forefather the dignity of each man, living
in a time of what has been bless by the Almighty Father
perfected by His creation
as the spring birth the summer breeze, and the night
comes after the day, the morning has bless the loving
people of America, where respect and understanding
welcome all nation to shelter, the cheddar of Lebanon
Oh! America, where every hope comes in the most
expected ways, come swift it away for the day has given
to you to stay, Nay! America leaves us with pain, our
hearts echo it joy to renew the eternity bell, where you
always there to lend your hand, Alas! America, your
the answer of our call, the unity that we almost fall, the
clings of every nation souls to live freely as everybody
wants to be free
America is America, the journey that always there, the
step that make us well and the nation that takes you there
Viva America!
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Redundancies
the contract is null and void
it was part and parcel of the fraud
involving Cash money
laundered in Hot heat
such is a Dark black night
Frozen ice still hangs on the trees
True fact it is
with a muddled Past history
Free gift from his lover
taken from a Safe haven
the Time period
must also have
Basic fundamentals
it is my Considered opinion
that the End result
even though of Different kinds
involving as it is with Individual persons
and their Personal opinion
leaning onTrue facts
are as Equally as good
as ours Combined into one
and then by Consensus of opinion
and Lapse in time
let me think that First and foremost
everything shall be Full and complete
at last we have come to
the final end
Stupid idiot
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Africa United
Long time mi waiting ole long, waiting waiting ole long
AFRICA united, is part of my plan
Taking charge of the resource to get back the land
Time again, time is now, time is right, Time for God
Look how long I been waiting, look how long I’ve been waiting
AFRICA united, is part of my plan
Taking charge of the resource to getting back our land
Time again, time is now, time is right, use God as your might
I’m African; we are standing here holding on
No deals daag, it either everything or none
I’m African, and so is everyone who comes from Africa
You can not denied your super sub natural complexion
We are powerful, we are black we are black
Mother land, creation, thru the father God
Free the land and bring liberty in our hands
On to the day is can feel the disposition of the wrongs
Free the mother land, free Africa is the ultimate plan
Feel excitement, joy, in the hearts of the land
To see the children moving about and smiling
And to cater to ones that are sad and crying
Time to sacrifice our time our last dime
For the land, for the land, for the land, for the land
Don’t let anyone break the spiritual down
Never give up a fight, never them dem your frown
We go, stop on the top, top of this Game is right
Open up to God, He is the ultimate might
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Chasing Tales
I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.
How nobel a cause!
But soon I witnessed in disbelief,
Opportunities mentioned...
Were often teased.
By those who would preach publicly,
A need.
Only to see a chasing of tales...
Implemented by deceivers,
Who would discredit the ones sincere.
To ensure defeat they would receive,
With the creation of 'that' made extremely clear.
I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
From those who approached,
The cause of this...
With an identity as a guarantee.
To usher in a motivation that would begin,
To uplift the 'disadvantaged' ones...
In aspiring but depressed,
Inner city communities.
How nobel and global!
But an addiction to chasing tales,
Was the only thing meant...
As a permanent reality,
To give all the luxury of time misspent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Ballad of Freedom
Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane
He owned a warehouse in The Lane,
An edifice of goodly size,
Where, with keen private enterprise,
He sold imported napery
And drapery - and drapery.
His singlets and his socks were sent
Out over half the continent;
In clothing for the nursery
And mercery - and mercery
He plied a most extensive trade,
And quite enormous prodfits made,
And barracked, with much fervency,
For foreign-trade - described as 'Free.'
He said,
Indeed,
It was
His creed.
The trade described as Free.
And this good man was known to fame
For charity; indeed, his name
Shone often in the daily press.
When needy folk were in distress
He aided - (with publicity)
Mendicity - mendicity.
And though much cash he thuswise spared
There still were people who declared
His act of private charity
A rarity - a rarity.
Donations, duly advertised,
From business point of view, he prized;
But 'good by stealth' he ne'er could see
Was any use to such as he.
But still,
The press,
With much
Success,
Declared his hand was free.
Now Mr. Bane's employees were
Wont to address the boss as 'Sir,'
To show him most intense respect;
And there were few who would neglect
To couple with civility
Humility - humility.
They dressed in cheap but pretty clothes,
And ev'ry man turned up his nose
And scorned familiarity
Or parity - or parity
With ill-dressed toilers who 'combined.'
They thought proceedings of that kind
Were of a very 'low' degree,
For they were 'cultured,' don't you see.
'Tis true
Their pay
Was mean,
But they
Felt proud to be so free.
Though they were vilely underpaid
They were too proud - or else afraid
To advertise the fact abroad
Or see to get a Wages Board.
Besides their meek servility,
Gentility - gentility
Forbade so rash an act; but still
One man there was - (his name was Bill)
Who vowed their fool propensity
Was density - was density
An unenlightened state of mind,
A lack of wit that made them blind.
'You're but a lot of worms,' said he.
'If you were men you'd clearly see
Until
You band
And make
A stand
You never can be free.'
And ev'ry day this person, Bill,
Conversed with them of unions till
They owned his arguments were true,
And one by one waxed eager to
Embrace an opportunity
For unity - for unity.
They talked about a Wages Board
Which, formerly, they had abhorred,
And girded at their slavery
With bravery - with bravery.
Each man began to feel 'The Firm'
No longer owned it for its worm;
Their independence they could see
Achieved by simple unity;
Forgot
Their clothes
And mixed
With those
Who battle to be free.
When Mr. Bane one morning heard
About his thing he cried, 'Absurd!
They'll never get my clerks to horde
With those who seek the Wages Board,
And lose respectability!
Futility! - Futility!
My clerks are gentlemen who'd scorn
To mingle with the lowly born.
Such bosh I've never heard!' said he.
'Absurd!' said he - 'Absurd!' said he.
'As for their pay, they're quite content
They've never asked an extra cent!
And in
The morn
They'll mark
Their scorn,
And show you they are free.'
And on the morrow Mr. Bane
Called them together to 'explain':
'I have a small petition here
But first, I wish to make it clear,'
Said he, with simple gravity
And suavity - and suavity,
'That no man here is asked to sign.'
(His voice was gentle and benign)
'I trust to your humanity
And sanity - and sanity
To guide you; but I feel quite sure
That Wages Boards you can't endure.
I leave it all to you,' said he.
'It makes no difference to me.
My views
Are known,
But still,
I've shown
Your choice in this is free.'
The staff it looked at Mr. Bane,
And in his eye it read, quite plain,
'Neath that expression so benign,
The fate of him who did not sign
A vision of futurity
Obscurity - obscurity
A dearth of work - in short, the sack.
They knew that he who answered back
Would earn, by his temerity,
Severity - severity.
So one and all, with shaky pen,
Signed this refusal to be men....
But surely, as you must agree,
Their choice was free as it could be,
They said
The Board
They all
Abhorred,
Preferring to be free.
Still Mr. Bane grows fat and sleek,
And still, at thirty bob a week,
His clerks slave on from morn till night,
No hope of better things in sight.
But Bane, with much benignity
And dignity - and dignity,
When talk of Wages Board is heard,
Declares the notion is absurd:
'My clerks with prompt celerity
And verity - and verity
Refused the thing with one accord.
The clerks themselves don't want the Board!
It is preposterous,' says he,
'To force it on who don't agree
And still
His men
With brain
And pen
To fatten him are free.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Carrying Brand New Shoes In A Box
I am not spending time to find anyone,
To assist in the navigating of my journey.
That has already been established.
And what a waste of time that would be,
If I sought that kind of aid.
If I should stumble and fall,
Who will feel those bruises?
Whose patience would be tested?
Who would feel the pain when the tears come.
And...
Who would have to discover the motivation,
To get up and clear the path of obstacles?
I've stopped having those inner monologues.
Not once had I received advice,
From anyone who wore the same size shoes...
I do.
Well...
There was one person.
However...
Carrying brand new shoes in a box,
Does not validate one's experience...
In the wearing of them through stormy weather.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jennie
Every morning at the break of dawn
Sleeping deeply next to me
To every evening as the sun goes down
Together we stay, together we'll stay
Chorus:
Nobody else to bring you down
Nobody else to be around
This time you're free
Nobody else to draw you away
Nobody else to take you away
This time just you and me
I'm so pleased that you waited for me
And i thought of you oh so much
It could fill an eternity
Her big sad eyes that stare
Nobody else going to bring you down
Nobody else to be around
This time you're free
Where i come from
Nobody knows
And where i'm going
Everything goes
(we'll meet again)
Nobody else to blow you away
Nobody else to take you away
This time just you and me
I've searched about everywhere
But i still can't find her
Events that cease at my memory
I still can't picture
Mother of mercy, sister of mary
Please help me (to find her)
Is there something you should tell me
Please hear me (to find her)
Nobody else going to bring you down
Nobody else to be around
This time you're free
Nobody else to blow you away
Nobody else to take you away
This time just you and me
Mother of mercy, sister of mary
Please help me (to find her)
Is there something you should tell me
Please hear me (to find her)
Nobody else going to bring you down
Nobody else to be around
This time you're free
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Introspection
If something said
Upsets.
And there is a need within to object.
Perhaps introspection,
Will bring about a connection...
That one sat upon with neglect.
Because it is not your point of view,
That a thought expressed is shared.
Why was it stated to bait debate...
If an opinion was not there to declare?
It did not appear in the air,
Simply from nowhere!
A beginning is what it is...
And just to end it is not fair!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solidarity
Still waiting in the playgrounds,
To settle scores.
With tit for tat paybacks.
Within them harbored and stored.
Still standing near the swings,
Or the monkey bars with pails of sand.
Hoping for a foe to show,
To continue an aging.
And quite old argument.
As their children 'and' grandchildren,
Stagger by high.
On alcohol or weed,
Maybe both.
Who knows but the adored,
Pusher of quick solutions to solve.
Unified with the same needs,
To ensure they keep the image.
Of their unified solidarity objectively alive.
And
Without a doubt,
Kept down to Earth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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